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
The door slammed shut to the gold van, just before a sigh could be heard among David's voice. The clock read out 6:34 PM while the sun was beginning to fall down into the ocean to leave a darkened sky. He wasn't used to being out on the streets around this time of the day. Working night shifts was something he had not done in many years, not since he was a regular taxi driver a few decades ago. Tonight had made a special occasion of a shift change, just to make up for two men being down on the job and off the clock. It was Wednesday, which wasn't too bad for a night shift. It was better than Friday when he preferred to cash his check and go home to relax.
Working late for the Silver Screen Express company often created various different results from the day shift. David had only worked night shift during one month, a few years ago when he first took up the company job. Of the clients, most of them were calling for pickups and to be escorted to places where they could indulge in a grandiose night life. In some ways, it made him almost envious of the clients, as he wished he could leave the job and go party himself at some clubs. His expectations for tonight came to this, as he didn't quite know what was going to await him when it came to the fares who would be calling in.
After starting the van, David took to the streets while the sky was clearly colored in a hue of orange during the sunset. This was his second time driving during the day, as he had to take the van out earlier in the afternoon and have the tires refilled and a routine check up over the van. From last week's events, he was forced to scrub the seats to cleanse them of any cum stains that may have been left over after a pretty hot day with a pop star. Since then, he had yet to indulge in any devious fun in the back of his van. Perhaps his luck would change tonight, as David liked to say 'the freaks come out at night'. He didn't know what to expect once he took the road and was waiting on fares to call in requesting rides.
From within the taxi, he wore the casual clothes that were never anything particular for his taste. Just a white T-shirt and black cargo pants. As usual, a pair of flip flops were over his feet. It didn't take him but around thirty minutes to hear the first fare calling in for a request. A man down near the USC college had called in, but David ignored the call for now. He was already in south of Los Angeles, but he didn't have the patience for any rich college kids tonight. Soon after he passed by the college campus, another call came in close by just a street away from USC. The request was rather odd, asking for a driver to come into a parking lot and drive near a black Bentley to await the fare to come out. It was a woman who called in, but did not verify anything of her appearance.
David didn't know what to think at first from such an odd request. Could it be a set up of some sort? His imagination ran wild through his mind, speculating just what this was all about. Being a man who enjoyed surprises, he called back into dispatch and alerted them that this fare would be his. At his worst thought, he figured this was probably some kidnapping scam or a planned robbery. It was wild thoughts, but he couldn't help himself. With a smirk on his face, he turned the steering wheel of the gold van and continued his destination. Once he arrived in the back of the parking lot, he spotted the black Bentley sitting alone in the distance.
Pulling up right next to the vehicle, David was ready for whatever was about to happen. The lights were turned off on the Bentley and the windows were tinted dark. From this appearance alone, he figured it must have been someone wealthy enough to live in complete privacy, but what was the point of such an odd request? He put his hand down over the horn, allowing it to blow momentarily. The passenger door came swinging open and a woman stepped out in a black long sleeved jacket. David watched from the driver's window as she set her heels down over the concrete, slammed the door of the Bentley and then approached the sliding back door of the van to climb in.
"Hello there, Miss."
"Hey..."
She responded with just a single word, spoken almost in a smug tone as she slammed the back door shut and sat down on the left side seat. David didn't know what to think of her at first while gazing into the rear view mirror above. Her outfit had a belt around it and he clearly could see fishnet stocks over her legs and a tall pair of black high heels. Her hair was brunette, fixed up neat with heavy makeup and eyeliner. First impressions gave him the idea that she almost looked like a high class escort.
"So, where do you wanna go?"
"Ummmmm, I don't know really..."
What a hell of an answer, David thought to himself. She looked up at the ceiling for a minute before finally speaking back up after several seconds.
"You know what? Just take me out to West Hollywood, somewhere around there. Just drive, I'll think of where I want to go when you get there."
"Alright, suit yourself. If that's what you want, I'll start driving. The initial fee of this ride is going to be for five hundred dollars."
She nodded.
"Yeah, I know. I call in every so often to get rides, I'll pay you when we get there."
Her demeanor had clearly caught David's attention. He shifted gears, backing the van out of the parking lot and heading back onto the roads. Despite the fading sky, the van wasn't dark yet. There was a set of lights that turned on above over the ceiling in case it would be needed later on during a night drive. Once the van was back on the roads, shifting through a few cars in light traffic, David was ready to create a conversation with her some how. So far, she sat quiet in the back of the van.
"What's your name, Miss?
"Jessica and you are?"
"David. You said you call every now and then, so I don't think I've had the privilege of driving you in the past."
"No, you're not the usual guy who picks me up at night. That guy has blonde hair, you look a bit older."
He chuckled as she had leaned up from the back seat to study his facial features from behind. Moving through traffic, David couldn't help but to speak of her awkward request so far.
"You're quite an odd ball, I have to say."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, I've never had a fare call in and ask me to pick them up in a parking lot when they own a car to drive themselves."
"Oh, sorry if that seemed weird. I guess it is, really depending on what I'm going out to do."
"And what would that be?"
Jessica sat back in the seat and took a deep breath after hearing his question. David had witnessed her conflicted face when he glanced back up into the rear view mirror. She took a few moments before reply back to him with a new question.
"How about I ask you something? Are you married or have you ever been married before?"
"Nope. I've never been married in my life. That's something for people that have money to enjoy since you don't have to worry about paying bills constantly."
She laughed, finally easing up in the back seat. David had the impression she appeared to be stressed or was simply the type of woman who took herself seriously, so it was a relief to hear her laugh for once. He turned the van through traffic, heading west just as she wanted to. Since Jessica didn't speak again, David was quick to change the subject with a new question.
"Why are you wearing long sleeves out here? You know, it gets blazing hot out here in L.A. during the summer time."
