Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Los Angeles, California
A rattling sound echoed through the taxi van as David was making a turn from a street. A white Styrofoam cup with a lid on top was lodged into the drink holder in the front seat, causing the noise as it was small and wobbled around within the container. It was simply a small cup of coffee, something David picked up at a gas station a few hours ago to wake himself up after a rough night of sleeping. As of now, he was driving around during the afternoon in downtown L.A. awaiting fares to call in for a ride from the Silver Screen Express hotline. Today was going like any other usual day as a driver.
A few hours ago, David had escorted a duo of socialite men to a golf club. They didn't offer much conversation, but then again it was only so much he could talk about with golf, as a subject he knew little to nothing about. As of now, he took a drive around L.A. until he finally received a dispatch for someone that needed one of the special gold vans for a ride. The request spoke of a woman standing outside a specific coffee shop downtown, wearing a black jacket. The dispatch always gave a clue on what to look out for, since the Silver Screen Express business was a private company that didn't have signs on the vans declaring that they were taxis.
David took the drive, seeing as it was a short one through the downtown area. He got stuck behind a red light for a few minutes at first, but it wasn't anything to hinder a slump in the estimated destination. Once he was nearing the coffee shop, he pulled along the sidewalk and pushed his finger over the console button to roll down the front passenger door's window. He noticed a woman walking in a black jacket, covering up what appeared to be a dark navy blue shirt and a matching skirt from underneath. Her long hair was fixed up in a pony tail and she had a large Gucci purse over her left arm. She noticed the gold van pulled to the side of the road and smiled before walking towards it. David was certain now that this was client. He offered her a friendly smile and spoke up.
"Hello, ma'am! You called for a ride?"
"Yes, that was me calling."
"Well, where do you wanna go, ma'am?"
"Take me to Malibu! I've gotta see a friend who lives out by the beach."
"Malibu, it is. Go on, hop in. That will be an initial charge of five hundred dollars and I'll have to add up the extended cost for the long trip."
"Money isn't a problem for me."
The woman chuckled before moving to the back door of the van. David had noticed an obvious accent in her voice, now wondering about it as she slid the door open and sat down on the right side seat before closing the door. Just like any other passenger in his taxi, David began to drive off and was ready to strike a conversation with this woman. Her response wasn't far off from one that he would expect, anyone calling the Silver Screen Express services required deep pockets to afford a ride. She crossed her legs while sitting down and placing her large purse down on the floor. David pulled the van back into the street before stopping at a red light. Her eyes wandered around the van interior, impressed with the size.
"This is quite a lovely van."
She glanced to the seats, noticing that they were made of expensive leather. David replied while moving the car after the light turned green.
"Yes, our vans are quite nice! I just vacuumed the floor out back there, this morning. Is this your first time riding in a Silver Screen a cab, ma'am?"
The woman nodded, folding her hands together over her knee while responding.
"Yes, actually. I heard about this service from a friend, figured I would give it a try today. I hate having to deal with photographers out here in L.A., paparazzi likes to lurk around places."
David smirked, still driving the car along the roads while he replied.
"Oh yeah, they're everywhere here in L.A. This is Hollywood after all, so I take it that you're an actress, Miss?"
A laugh crackled from the woman's voice. David could tell that she had a strong accent within her voice, it sounded Latin. He witnessed a smirk cross her face while peering into the rear view mirror above.
"I guess you don't recognize me from a first glance. I am an actress, yes."
Suddenly, it dawned on him after gazing back into the rear view mirror for one more look. David sighed, looking back on the road, focusing on driving while he responded to her.
"Oh, wow...Pardon me, but do I have Salma Hayek riding in the back of my taxi?"
Another laugh was heard from the woman's voice. She clapped her hands together and nodded.
"Yes, yes! Jou guessed right, I'm impressed!"
Her accent slurred her words around a little bit, causing David to laugh a bit. He was familiar with her in films, as she was a star from the 90's decade. He realized that she was an older woman now, but that didn't matter. Salma's beauty had aged gracefully. He replied back while still focusing behind the wheel.
"Well, how are you doing today? This is a pretty funny coincidence, I was watching you in a movie this past weekend."
"Oh, were you? I'm doing alright today, just went out for coffee. You're taking me out to Malibu where I'm going to see a friend of mine."
"Yes, that's going to take a bit of driving due to the distance."
"I hope that's not a problem."
David shook his head while driving.
"No, not a problem at all! It will just be a bit of an additional charge on the fare."
"I can pay that, money isn't a problem with me."
After Salma had replied, she sat back in her seat. Her eyes traveled around the interior design of the cab. She noticed the handle bars above the doors that were obviously there for safety reasons. On the back of the front seat, she read out a sign that had legal information and the driver's name. She learned right away that his name was David. Her eyes wandered again, noticing that where the front passenger's seat was, there was some slide out panel that was open. All the while, David was studying her from the rear view mirror, in between driving. He noticed that under her jacket, the shirt she wore was revealing quite a bit of cleavage. The jacket over her shoulders remained unbuttoned, probably due to the heat outside Her dress barely went to her knees, revealing those strong bulky legs and she wore a large pair of black high heels. For casual wear, Salma Hayek could always look amazing regardless what she wore. It didn't matter her age either.
Already, the womanizer in his mind was taking control. David was already considering how he could play his cards right with this famous older woman in the back of his cab. He didn't care that Salma Hayek was at fifty years of age now. She aged more gracefully than most women did, she was still a sex bomb if anything. Back in the day, he always fantasized about her. Her breasts were the most obvious attraction, as well as her dance scene in 'Dusk Till Dawn'. He had to bite his tongue, taking everything inside of him to not bring up that infamous scene. David figured that Salma probably heard enough compliments about that movie and didn't enjoy being typecast over it. While he thought of something to say, it was her who spoke up striking a new conversation. Salma read over the name plate in the back of the taxi, forcing the question of what he went by.
"Is your name David, yes? You go by 'Dave' or 'David'?"
"David is fine, babe. Would you mind if I call you Salma?"
"Not at all."
She uncrossed her legs and hands, leaning back in the seat. David spotted her movements, glancing over her cleavage contained in the dress as he looked into the rear view mirror. With a mischievous smile, he was now prepared to test his luck with this woman.
"You're fluent in Spanish, right?"
"Of course! Dat is kind of a stupid question to ask."
They both laughed together at her reply. It was amazing to hear Salma's thick accent slur her words around a bit, David found it to cute. While still driving, he went on and took his chance.
"Maybe you could teach me some dirty Spanish. You know, lines I can try on the ladies around here or tell them in the bedroom."
Salma raised her eyebrow, smirking before she replied.
"Jou want me to teach jou some dirty Spanish, hmmmm?"
He laughed again as her accent was so lovely to hear. David nodded while continuing to drive the van.
"Yes, why not? They say that ladies like romantic men, and I figure I could test my luck if I knew a few naughty lines in your beautiful language."
After he spoke, Salma had become curious. She leaned up in her seat and moved a bit, just enough to look at his face sitting in the driver's seat. The first thing she noticed was that his hair was fading grey and he was a slim build. He reminded her of her own husband in one way. Smiling, she replied back to him in that thick accent of hers.
"Jou don't look bad for a cab driver. I thought jou sounded a little young, but jou look around my age. How old are jou, David?"
"I'm forty-five years old. Is that a problem, Salma?"
"No, not at all! At least I won't feel like a cougar today on the prowl for younger men."
She bust out laughing at her own words. David chuckled in laughter as well, taking a turn on the road as he replied to her.
"So, is that a confession? You mess around with younger guys?"
"I won't deny it, at least in front of jou. I get the impression dat jou are just the kind of man dat likes to keep secrets."
David laughed, nodding his head. He glanced again in the rear view mirror before looking back on the road. The taxi van was beginning to cross back outside of Downtown L.A. He was already considering places he could take her out quiet, if she were to agree with having some fun in the back of the car.
"Indeed, I am. I keep secrets to the heart. What goes on here in this cab, is between me and the passenger only. Your secret is safe with me."
"Well, that's a relief. So, what dirty Spanish would you like to learn, señor?"
