Average Joe

Chp. 1 Joe on the train


His name was unimportant.

He was unimportant.

He was just your average Joe.

He wasn’t short, yet you wouldn’t call him tall either. He was average. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t homely, he was a face in the crowd. Just your average Joe.
He was married, surprisingly, to a beautiful woman above his class, and they had four children. Three girls and a little boy. The girls were sixteen, twelve, and seven, while his son was nine. Nice family, but so average was he, that all the children were spitting images of their mother, none looked like him, none sounded like him, none had his habits, none had his coloring, and all were spectacular. Above average, unlike himself.

Though average in every way, Joe was good at what he did.

Not his job, of course, he had an average job with an average salary and he did modest work. He was just average, almost forgettable. Hell he was forgettable, no one at his job remembered him being around.

‘Hey Joe, were have you been? You missed the party yesterday.’

Or

‘Why weren’t you at the meeting?’

Or

‘How was your vacation?’

And even

‘Who are you? What are you doing here?’

Forgettable; he had been at the party, had participated at the meeting, he never went on a vacation, and he had been working there longer than most. He was forgettable.

So where did all his extra…things, go…where were his skills, talent, looks, personality, where had all that extra effort gone?

To his one ability, his one talent, his one joy in life. To his ability to be forgettable. Unnoticed.

This ability would usually discourage a normal person, put them into depression, make them try to stand out, hope for attention, but he wasn’t a normal person. He just your average Joe, and he embraced every minute of it.

~_____~

He rode the subway to work every morning and every afternoon. And every time he had to fight for his spot, for people would forget he was there and move into his space or push him. But he was used to it, and he was a regular member at the gym for just this reason. To push back, to hold his own. The subway was crowded at this time, people even mashed up against windows, but he held his own.

He was sort of stranded in the middle of the mass of bodies, with the only thing available to him to hold on to, was a pole. Barely a pole, with all the people crammed by it, but it was his.

He heard a cry of pain, and when he looked for the source saw a young school girl pushing her way through the crowd, trying to get to his pole. He frowned, knowing what was about to happen.

The girl finally reached her destination but was shocked to find him already standing there.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the girl said apologetically as she blinked her brown eyes at him, “I didn’t know anyone was standing here.”

“Its okay.” he told her blandly. He was used to it. She probably saw him earlier and had forgotten.

“Sorry again.” she mumbled again as she tried to retreat, but by then, the train had stopped and more people boarded than got off. She was stuck, but by then, he had been forgotten as she tried to fight against the stream of people pushing to get on and off.

He studied the girl, she was just a bit taller than him, even though he had years on her. She had dark brown, wavy hair, with the eyes to match. She was a school girl, judging by the backpack, in a flimsy black skirt and red t-strap shirt. She was pretty, maybe a year or two older than his oldest daughter.

He could smell her shampoo, since they were standing so close, he couldn’t place the smell, but he was sure it was some kind of flower. He loved the smell of flowers.

The train lurched and he was thrown into the girl and both were pushed against the pole. Now that he was practically on her, the flowery smell assaulted his nose, gardenia.

“Oh, excuse me.” he told her flatly as he finally managed to quit crushing her, and she smiled uneasily, not remembering that they had talked a few minutes ago.

“No problem, I know how the subway is.” she turned then, to glance around.

Joe wasn’t thinking, he was wondering. Wondering if her skin would taste the same as it smelled. Wondering what was under her skirt, wondering when and how to strike.

He moved subtly, just as if was being pushed by other passengers. He moved slowly, pressing his groin to her backside, bit by bit. He kept his gaze out the window, knowing that she would turn to look at him. He kept his face impassive as she searched his expression for any hint that he was doing it on purpose. Seeing none she faced forward again and edged up closer to the pole.

He followed, the few inches that she traveled, pressing himself against her, harder, and this time she grew stiff, just as he did.

She jerked her head around in alarm, but just as she turned he grabbed her neck in a vice like grip and turned her head back around. “Scream and I snap your neck.” he muttered into her ear, confident no one would notice. No one ever noticed. He had done it plenty of times, and no one ever noticed him.

The girl trembled but shook her head, showing that she understood. He would have smiled, but he didn’t. He never smiled. He even doubted he could.

With the girl pressed up against the pole, Joe began grinding his groin against her buttocks. She whimpered in shame, or disgust, humiliation maybe, but he didn’t care. He just continued, but it was only so much a little friction could do for you. He released the hold he had on her neck to reach into his pocket.

“Cry out, and this knife is going somewhere quite unpleasant.” he told her sternly, prodding her back with the little pocket knife he had. Again the girl nodded.

Glancing around once, Joe eased his empty hand under her skirt, caressing her thigh and ass, poking and prodding at the backdoor. She squirmed, but didn’t make a noise. He took it as a sign.

Slowly his hand eased toward the front, and her squirms became more desperate as she clamped her legs together and tried to ease away from his hand. But with the pricking of a knife, enough to draw pain, to the back, she was docile again.

“Don’t make me hurt you, ma’am.” he muttered into her as he began rubbing her crotch. “This can be very enjoyable for us both if you cooperate. Besides, you wouldn’t want these people to see you. You don’t look like you’re struggling. Looks like you’re enjoying it.” And she did, her eyes had gone hazy as his hand got faster, harder, her face was turning red, and when he teased her panties aside and inserted a finger, her mouth fell open as she began to pant.

Her breathing got heavier as his plunged more fingers into her wet mound and began stroking faster and harder. It wasn’t long before her body began to rock in synch with his hands. He wasn’t sure if she knew it or not, but it didn’t matter, she was his now, if only for the moment. In and out, in out. Harder and faster. The girl moaned but stopped herself as her face turned redder from shame.

With one hand inside her, he slipped the other one into his pocket, depositing the knife before going to his zipper. No need to take his pants off when his cock was perfectly capable of coming out to getting satisfied. If there was one thing about him that wasn’t average, it was his dick. That would have made him unforgettable, but he couldn’t walk around with it on display all the time, could he?

Not only would he get arrested, but that would terribly embarrass his family, and he didn’t care for that. The girl shuddered against him and his hand became hot and slick as the girl came.

By now, it was fairly easy for him to get her panties down. No one was going to notice him, and the girl was absolutely lost. Removing his fingers, the girl seemed to sag in relief, or exhaustion, he wiped her fluids on her skirt. She was breathing heavily now, and when he glanced at her face saw that she was crying silently. She probably hadn’t realized her panties were gone, nor of what was about to happen. He would have pitied her, if he cared, but he didn’t, he was an emotionally deprived man. Immoral. Soulless.

And with that he pushed the girl against the pole, and when she stopped, he forced her legs apart and pushed her farther until she was straddling the pole. Then he sheathed himself into her hole, and she sucked in a painful breath as her ass was stretched painfully to fit him. He only went in an inch or two before pulling back. He watched her face as she seemed to think it was about to end. The relief on her face was evident. That’s when he fully rammed into her. Burying his dick all the way to the base. He held it there for a second, and listened to her trying to hold in her cry. But only for a second. He then proceeded to relentlessly ram into her. Over and over and over again, not caring if her hurt her or not. She whimpered as she was forced to grind her pussy on the pole.

“It…burns…” she whimpered.

He made a noise of acknowledgement. Almost a snort.

With one hand on the girl’s hip, the other explored under her shirt to grasp her breast. They weren’t anything spectacular, he decided as he pushed her bra over her small mounds, but it was still a breast. He kneaded them for a small moment before putting his attention to her nipples. They were hard, and as he pinched and squeezed them, the girl bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud.

The hand on her hip traveled to her inner thigh and there he began caressing and groping the spot close to her opening. He didn’t get much of a response, so he then grabbed her leg and hefted it up to balance on the railing nearby. She cried out as the new positioned stretched her sore body, but before the sound could attract attention, Joe covered her mouth with his hand and began to pound in her faster. Her tears were soon covering his hand as she began to cry louder, but no one could hear over his hand or the sound of the train as it moved along.

“Shut up.” he suggested, as he thrust up, making her slide her slick clit up and down the pole, coating it with her juices. Wanting her closer to it, Joe pressed himself fully against her and began licking her ear.

The train lurched again as it came to a stop, sending him farther and harder into the girl, making her cry aloud. And as she came, shaking and trembling on his dick, he felt himself loose it as he came inside her.

He took a deep shuddering breath and grunted as he continued to ejaculate into her ass, but that was about all he did. When the last tremor passed through him, he pulled his now limp cock from the girl. Upon having him leaver her the girl slid to the floor, breathing heavily and crying. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he cleaned himself and threw it upon the girl’s shaking figure.

Looking around as passengers began to get off, Joe adjusted himself back into his pants and zipped up. He never once looked back at the girl as he followed those leaving. This was his spot…and he was done.

No one tried to stop him. The girl didn’t scream for someone to go after him. No one even looked his way. He was just a face in the crowd.

As he stepped out into the subway station and the doors shut behind him, Joe checked his watch, making sure he wouldn’t be late to work. Not that anyone would notice, but he liked to be on time.

He heard a muffled scream. Turning back toward the train, he saw a girl being assaulted by the men in her car. One held her arms, while another held her legs, others were tearing off her clothes, while others where grasping at her with their fingers, with their hands, mouths, and then the zippers started coming down.

He watched this all impassively as the train started to leave. It would seem as if someone had found his leftovers.