Intrigue

On her morning route before the break of dawn, a conscientious but lonely tramcar conductress lets herself go, turning her overpowering impulses and her wild wet fantasies into a phallic and utterly surreal delirium.

It's the humdrum daily routine for Tram's conductress. As every morning, men get on the tram to go to work, one after another, all similar, quiet, grey, apathetic. And yet, on that day, following the jolts and the road's vibrations, to the rhythm of the tickets inserted in the ticket-stamping machine, the conductress gets turned on and the vehicle gets erotic. The tram conductress' desire turns the reality into a surrealistic and phallic fantasy. She then takes a ride on the passenger's giant and blushing penises. Music maestro !—author

On her morning route before the break of dawn, a conscientious but lonely tramcar conductress lets herself go, turning her overpowering impulses and her wild wet fantasies into a phallic and utterly surreal delirium. Little by little--in a male-dominated profession and an equally crammed with men confined space--the well-endowed female driver gets more and more excited, until the explosively delightful final climax. After that, going to work will never be the same.—Nick Riganas