This is a fictional tale of Holly Willoughby who got more than a taxi home and gave a whole lot more.
It was December in London, and the Christmas season was in a full party mood. My job, as a reliable and sometimes patient cabbie, was to get people to and from parties. Generally, everyone was in good moods on their way there, apart from the men getting upset with the partners because they were running late.
Bringing people back home was more frustrating, as you never knew what you would get. Sometimes you get the couples upset with each other, people crying as the other half had said something wrong to someone else at a party, or the party just didn't rock enough. I saw it all, angry drunks, happy drunks, and many sexy drunks. A perk of the job is the last one.
You can't beat a good-looking woman wobbling into your cab, trying to balance themselves, means legs fly in the air so you get a good eyeful of their pants, or a whole lot more! Or breasts just popping out of outfits! The hours are not great, but in general, I enjoyed the job, I needed the money and the bonuses you make in December are fantastic.
Going into the 3rd week of December, many late nights had taken place, and my general positive nature of Christmas was starting to wane. I'd had too many bookings who didn't show or people who meant I needed to valet the car after they'd been it before I could get to another job. It was frustrating, but the hot women in their little dresses kept a smile on my face.
It was 2.30am on a Saturday, and I still had another 3 hrs of work to do, but once again in waiting for a booking, it was another no-show. The venue I was waiting at was a decent one, and I'm guessing the person had either left earlier and decided to not me, or was still having a great time, but still didn't have the courtesy to tell me! Frustrating, but it goes with the job.
To look at my list of jobs, my next booking wasn't until 3am, so the option is to either do a quick street pickup, I generally prefer bookings, or go to the street café for a drink. I was just about to drive off when I had one of those typical knocks on my window.
A male voice spoke, "Are you free for a trip to Notting Hill?"
I look at the chap and he looks well gone with booze and I certainly didn't want to help, even though this was a responsibility I had most evenings.
A male voice spoke, "Please, I want to get back to the party. But I need my friend to be taken home."
This made me think again, as Notting Hill did give me time to get to my 3am still, plus now I knew it wasn't the chap who I didn't take to, I did engage in conversation.
I replied, "Where in Notting Hill do you want me to go? I don't want anyone who can't hold alcohol in their system."
"Helloooooooooo. Are you my knight in shining armour? Will you please take me home? I've been out far too long, and I want my beauty sleep."
I needed to have a double-take on who was speaking, but a woman wrapped up in a long fur coat had appeared and was leaning into the chap.
I spoke, "Can you take your alcohol love. I can have you home in 15 minutes if you can?"
"I can take lots of alcohol. I don't know what you are saying my fine knight, take me home."
I had unlocked the cab door and in doing so, the chap had opened the door and helped Holly Willoughby into the cab.
It wasn't unusual for me to have the odd celebrity in my cab in London, but this was quite a coup. I look back at her, to make sure she was belted up. In looking those wide eyes and smile are beaming, and the smell I get is a fragrant one, which is the nicest one I had smelt for some, some time.
The chap had given me Holly's address and told me she had money on her, or if she didn't, he gave me his number and told me to ring him tomorrow. Reading his card, he did have a ridiculous name, but the company I recognised as one of the big agencies in London who look after celebrities. At this point, his role was to dump his celebrity into a cab, so he could party and probably have sex with someone he was allowed to cross the line with.
For the next minute or two, not a lot was said by me, as the chap said goodbye to Holly, and she shouted thanks for a great night. My clock was running on the fare!
As a cabbie, I did quickly say the address to Holly, to get an acknowledgement of this is where I am taking her.
Holly spoke, "Oh my god. I don't want to go home. Why did he put me in a cab, I want to keep partying? I shouldn't be here; I want to keep going."
I said nothing, as Holly ranted a little. A few explicit words came from the women. It was not that surprising. I knew her as a household name who did daytime TV, but it was clear she didn't mind partying and enjoying herself.
Holly asked, "What's your name cabbie? When does your shift stop, we can paaaaarrrrrrrty!"
I answered the first question and simply asked if she had a good night.
"Mark hey. I know a few Mark's. Some are knobs, but some are nice guys. Are you a nice guy Mark?"
I laughed and said I'm a cabbie who was happy to have her in my cab tonight.
"Mark, Mark, I'm so warm in here. Is it me, or is it warm?"
I kept driving as Holly spoke at herself mainly, but what I got a glance at in my mirror, was Holly escaping from her coat a little. The marketing guy had buttoned her up, but now Holly had wrestled them undone, and the coat opened to reveal her a stunning red dress.
It was no surprise that my eyes had spotted her assets straight away. Her ample breasts were held in comfortably by the dress, she looked classy, despite being hammered, but what a mighty fine pair she has. I couldn't believe I was a few feet from them, and they are wobbling around as I drove around the streets of London.
"Mark, Mark, do you ever watch me on TV. I bet you have never seen me like this before?"
I laughed and said "You will be surprised with what I do see in this cab, but I can't say I see you very often on TV. Always sleeping in the day or working on a night."
"Oh Mark, you seem such like a nice chap. Why, oh why, didn't you come out with us earlier. We could have had some lovely fun."
I laughed again but kept listening as Holly's good banter was enjoyable to listen to and funny. A whole lot better than what I had been suffering.
Sadly, I knew the journey was coming to an end. It had been an enjoyable journey listening and looking at Holly. Who knows, I may pick her up again another day, but it was highly likely she would ever remember me.
In pulling up outside her house, I asked for the fare and said I hope you will sleep well tonight. I could see Holly looking in her handbag and checking for money in her purse.
I spoke, "I can take a card if you have one of those. Or your friend did leave me his number and I can get the money from them tomorrow if I have to."
Holly replied, "FRIEND, he dumped me from his party. I pay my way, but I do seem to not have the money I expected. It has been a gooooood day though. Haha."
Holly added, "I will pay you for the extra wait time Mark but are you OK if I get the cash from the house. I know I have it."
Unusually for me, but not that surprising based on who it was, I had got out of my cab and opened the door for Holly.
