CHAPTER 1
Nursing low expectations, Freddie Dixon went into the final interviews to become a VIP driver for Franklin & Schmidt Law.
Although Freddie believed he'd done well in initial interviews and in the driving test apart from arriving late at the pickup zone and later being told by the examiner he had exceeded the speed limit three times, he knew he'd handled the Cadillac DTS impressively. Even so he was competing against eight other top candidates, seven of whom had experience as commercial drivers.
Initially the finalists were interviewed altogether, the speed and quality of their responses being noted and then followed a quiz on general knowledge, the expectation being the drivers would be expected to answer similar questions from their VIP passengers. After the second incorrect or inadequate answer, participants dropped out of the quiz.
Freddie was third to last to drop out and was pleased he'd lasted that long because the questions had been quite tough.
They were then judged on their personal appearance and Freddie and two others were invited to go through to the lounge while the other finalists were told for them it all over.
"Jesus," said one of the final three, a courier driver, when the last three remaining were standing with a mug of coffee. "Was I lucky. I was almost out the door on my way here when mom called me back and told me to shave."
Freddie and the surviving woman both said they had chosen to wear smart casual but at the last minute decided to wear suits.
"Some of those who arrived this morning were very poorly dressed," Maggie said. "They lost sight of their mission."
Freddie thought she sounded like an attorney and probably would be picked.
A panel then interviewed them separately. Freddie thought he must try to answer question in the way he guessed the panel might be expecting. He went through first because the order was chosen alphabetically by surname and he was Dixon.
The panel chairman asked all the questions and her two associates also noted the responses.
"Well Freddie what is your opinion of this selection process?"
"Initially Mrs Moses I thought it was a bit over the top but then I reasoned why not when some of the passengers would be top VIPs and so extra care was justified."
Mrs Moses smiled and her two associates recorded something and Freddie figured probably choosing a number between zero and ten.
After the second question he guessed this was an assessment on attitude rather than general knowledge. And questions that followed included was he comfortable wearing a suit, how long would he work without sleep, did he have a problem working through the night, how did he think he would react if the backseat passenger began telling him how to drive?
"Finally Freddie, I must ask you this: how would you react if your passenger, male or female, asked you for sex?"
"I'd feel obliged to lie convincingly and say I regret I was married and must remain loyal to my wife. That ought to be acceptable because I would not be voicing an opinion about the appropriateness of their request."
"An excellent response Freddie. Please go through that door on your right and wait in the reception area."
Freddie walked out thinking holy cow, they were acting as if they were recruiting a chauffeur for President Obama.
Maggie Wright came out next and said she was suspicious about the line of questioning. It seemed too easy, so matter-of-fact.
"Yeah but I guess it was aimed at assessing attitudes."
"Omigod yes, I think you are right. I believe you would have guessed that by that curly last question about having sex with your passenger."
"I said I would reply sorry but I was married."
"God that was better than my reply. I said sorry it was a bad time in my cycle."
They laughed and Evan Foot came out to join them and immediately Freddie was called back in. He was offered the position and accepted. Mrs Moses went out to tell the other two Freddie had been offered the position and had accepted.
* * *
Baby face Freddie, who was pushing thirty, left the Franklin & Schmidt offices and sighed and wondered if he'd ever marry because the uncertain work hours of his new job would only add to his inability to hold down a nubile woman. He swept his cute fringe back and two passing women who spotted that movement stared at him and clutched each other and laughed sexily.
Freddie groaned. He knew what that was about. They just had this desire to be held and kissed by him and to be allowed to sweep back his fringe and among other things dust off dandruff, imagined or real, off the shoulders of his dark jacket.
Unbelievable?
No way. Freddie's three most promising romances had collapsed because of the 'Freddie-infatuation' of the mothers of those three desirable young women.
Jess a schoolteacher had been hinting of an engagement when she came out into the kitchen after dinner where Freddie was supposedly helping her mom with the dishes. Instead her mom Alice had opened her dress, pulled up her bra and had pushed Freddie's mouth on to a big fat nipple to keep him occupied while she played with his cute ears and stroked his hair.
Jess slapped her mom and told Freddie to fuck off and never return.
End of Jess.
The demolition of his romance with soil scientist Jude (Judith) was even more dramatic. Her mom had caught Freddie by surprise and overpowered him on the sofa and had just lowered her bared pussy over Freddie's face when Jude walked into the room.
"I'm going to cut off your dick Freddie Dixon," Jude had screamed running to the kitchen. Her mom, frustrated that he'd only managed two sweeps of his tongue, assured Freddie her daughter was all talk and wind, not to worry. But Jude steamed back into the TV room brandishing a carving knife. Her mom deflected the blade aimed at his pecker and part of her arm was sliced open and there was blood splattered over everything.
Jude and Freddie managed to get the blood flow stopped and as Jude pushed her mom into the car to take her to the medical center she snarled, "If you are still here when I get back Freddie don't ever expect to be able to fuck a woman again after I finish with you."
Freddie was out of that house faster than a Geococcyx californianus (the greater Road Runner) and never went back.
Finally after almost six months of romance Shelley Crow gave up on Freddie because she was aware he was fucking her mom more than he was into her. Actually it was her mother who fucked Freddie and her husband and daughter understood that.
Shelley tearfully kissed him goodbye and said she would try to find romance with a guy who'd found God and would achieve sexual satisfaction through masturbation.
Freddie, who worked in IT at a large printing company, resigned and left home heading west to attempt to relocate in the Bible Belt and find a girl whose mom was deceased and whose dad had no interest in finding a replacement.
On his first night in his chosen city he saw Franklin & Schmidt's advertisement seeking a VIP driver and decided to apply
Three days later he'd won the position and was due to report for work next morning. In the meantime he'd shifted out of his hotel into a studio apartment. He was feeling lonely and as if answering the call, the airline flight attendant from the apartment across from him knocked and introduced herself as Faye Ross. She looked about forty-five with age lines beginning to show and more than hand-size boobs appeared to be her best physical feature along with her professional smile.
"Hi I'm Freddie. Are you wanting to borrow a cup of sugar?"
She smiled and shook her head and touched a breast and that simple touching gesture ensure her of Freddie's attention 100 percent and she would have known that.
"Do you know anything about computers Freddie?" she asked, reaching forward and pushing his fringe back and showing no sign of embarrassment at her meddling.
"A bit," he said carefully.
"A warning message has come up on my laptop that my D:drive is almost full. That ought not be so because D is my recovery drive."
"Hmmmm," he said stalling while waiting for her offer, hopefully her best offer.
