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
Friday morning came, the one work day usually known for cashing a pay check to most working people. 'The eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I go out to play' was a saying from an old Blues song that rang true in the back of David's mind. Today wasn't like any other day of the week, apart from knowing that he was going to get paid and spend the weekend relaxing. So far through the morning, David was rolling with his usual routine of picking up fares around town and dropping them off. Few had offered any conversation so far today, so he was feeling lonely as usual. Driving taxi cars or even private service vans like the Screen Express business offered may have been fun, but there were times when it was a lonely job.
Once the afternoon had properly set in, he found himself driving the van around Beverly Hills, listening to the dispatch call in for any customers that may be calling in from the area. Beverly Hills was usually a hot spot where he could find multiple fares during the day and earn a good bit of money. So far on this Friday, his toes were twitching between the flip flops while he drove the van around. David had picked out a simple black T-shirt for today while wearing a white pair of cargo shorts. The heat of the summer made him dress casually, especially for today. Comfort was always an important part of driving the Silver Screen van around. There was no uniform needed to be a driver, so David always made it a point to dress comfortably.
While the van rolled through the streets, the dispatch called in multiple fares that were close by. David had to make the choice between one call that spoke of a man nearby and a woman a few streets down. Since he had yet to pick up a female passenger, he went on and turned the van down a street and went the extra distance. It was only five minutes in true timing distance, but regardless, David wanted something interesting to come out of today. The dispatch had informed drivers that a woman in a denim jacket and short white skirt was calling him. While pulling up to a curb on the street, David instantly noticed his new fare when he looked out the passenger's window. The woman had brown hair, split down the middle and wearing a denim jacket over a white shirt. Rolling down the window, David watched her approach the passenger's side with a smile before she spoke.
"Hi! Can you take me out to Carthay?"
She spoke in a heavy British accent, instantly alerting David as he wasn't used to hearing a voice like hers. He nodded to her with a smile.
"Carthay? Sure, hop in. I'll take you there in no time, the initial charge will be five hundred dollars."
"Oh, hold on. I've got it right here!"
The woman shoved her hands down into the inside pockets of her denim jacket. David had rarely seen fares try to pay before stepping foot in the van, so this immediately caught his eye. He waved his hand at her, looking at the heavy cleavage of her white shirt before shaking his head.
"No, it's not a problem! You can pay after we get there, cause I've gotta add it all up."
"Here you go, just in case I were to forget."
"Alright, go on and get in. I'll take you down to Carthay, no problem."
She offered a small smile while handing him the money. Hundred dollar bills, five a piece. David couldn't refuse, as his impression was that she must be first time caller to pay the initial fee up front like this. Heels clacking over the pavement could be heard as she moved around to the left back side and slid the door open. Once the door was completely shut and she sat among the back seat, David began to slowly move the van off the side of the street and back into traffic. She didn't have a purse or anything with her, but David was mostly surprised by her accent. Before he had a chance to create a conversation, she spoke up once more in her sultry accent.
"It's so hot out there today, my god."
"Yeah, that's usual weather out here in L.A. The summer time is fucking brutal, I can tell you that. So, what's your name? You don't sound like you're from around here."
A giggle was heard from the back seat. David continued driving down the roads while she answered him back.
"I'm Lucy and you are?"
"You can call me David. Are you from England, Lucy?"
"Yes, you make a fine guess."
"Well, what are you doing out here in L.A.?"
"I've been living out here for a few years now since I retired in modelling."
"Modelling?"
"Yeah! I had a good run back home in England with lad's magazines. I'm a famous glamour model, or at least I used to be."
He couldn't help but to chuckle to himself while gripping the steering wheel. So far, Lucy was a talkative fare and a refreshment from the loneliness of the morning. After he made a left turn and headed back from traffic, he glanced into the rear view mirror and had a second look at her. Lucy sat in the middle of the seats with her legs crossed. Her long gorgeous legs were topped off in a pair of black high heels. From her chest, he could see quite a heavy cleavage under a low cut white shirt that remained under her denim jacket. From the distance, this woman was a clear beauty. 'Goddamn, I'd be a fool if I didn't take a chance to test my luck with this woman'. Thinking to himself, David already wanted to try and smooth talk her down the line, but it wasn't time for that yet. He spoke back offering a subtle question.
"Is this your first time calling for a Silver Screen van, Lucy?"
Looking up, she smiled and nodded while sitting in the back seats.
"Yes, indeed. This is my first time, a friend told me about the business."
David changed the subject again, curious to know of her time as a model.
"You said you were a glamour model, right?"
"Yes."
"What are lad magazines? Please explain this to me, I don't think I've ever heard that term before."
Lucy laughed at him. She moved over to the right side of the seats, still in clear sight of David's large rear view mirror. He watched her movements for a bit before shifting his focus back to the highway and the traffic in front of them. While he drove, he listened to her lovely English voice reply back.
"They're magazines back home where models get nude in glamour shots. Most of the focus is on big boobs. I guess if you were familiar with them, you would recognize me. I'm Lucy Pinder, I was in those magazines and Page 3 for years."
"Lucy Pinder?"
"Yep, that's me!"
For some odd reason, her name sounded familiar to him as if David should've been aware of her. Maybe he had come across Lucy Pinder in the past browsing photo sites for big tit models years ago. Either way, he didn't care. She was absolutely stunning from the back seat of his van and soon enough he would be testing his luck with her.
"Well Lucy, I have to say. You're pretty gorgeous, easily the most sexy person I've picked up all day, probably even all week."
