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 humidity was dropping while the long awaited season of fall had finally come. With a cool breeze during the morning, it was completely refreshing after the blazing hot summer that was never easy on L.A. David's shifts had been changed to begin around 8 AM, rather than starting around the afternoon. He couldn't complain at all, as the slight cold weather brushes against his legs and past his feet in the morning was much better than the burning heat. Since the start of the week, he was able to begin his shifts during the morning and then take a lunch break around 10:30 AM.
Traffic around 10:30 was always the worst. It was the lunch break hour for many working in town, as the streets flooded with cars while people were traveling about. Usually, David always found himself to take a break by heading out to a fast food restaurant and enjoying a short meal. Today however, he had eaten a good enough breakfast to last him for now. He drove the gold plated taxi van nearby to an auto shop to buy a new air-freshener to hang over his rear-view mirror. So far, the morning shift didn't have much action as he could take a break like this and not feel as if he were missing out on anything. The sun was blocked from view in the sky thanks to a bit of clouds, leaving the impression that rain was possibly coming.
So far, the afternoon time was sweeping by as he got back into his van and returned to the streets of downtown L.A. His hand brushed across his purple shirt while his flip flops found the pedals underneath. David was back on his shift once the van had returned into the streets, driving next to an expensive Hyundai car and a Lexus in front of him. When he turned on the dispatch radio, it was time to listen for any close by customers calling to request rides. Just a few hours ago, he had completed one fare of escorting an old man across town to a movie theater. Conversation had been small, as David was beginning to feel lonely in the four walls of his van.
Downtown was one of his favorite places to work a shift. Throughout David's years of experience driving cabs and the Silver Screen Service van through L.A., he had learned specific areas of the large city like the back of his hand. From a citizen's view, he was able to watch the city from afar transform and evolve for the past two decades. Downtown L.A. was a mystery when working behind the wheel of a taxi car or the Silver Screen Express service. The cast who would be sitting in the back of the vehicle tended to be a strange list of characters. Sometimes important people in high places, other times the usual working people needing to go from point A to point B to carry on with their day.
Soon, his attention was captured by a request over the radio. Someone was calling from a luxury condo in Broadway. David smiled to himself, unable to hold back his desire to take a trip into that part of town. He grabbed his walkie-talkie attached to the radio and called in, alerting the dispatcher that he wanted this fare. Broadway was a special place throughout the city of Los Angeles. He was informed to be on the look out for a woman with red hair, as the only clue the caller gave in. There was a sense of glamour and mystery, not found within any other places in the large town. Broadway was filled with live theaters, movie palaces and the famous Bradbury Building as a landmark. David gripped the steering wheel and smiled to himself as he made a turn into the district.
The van moved past the Million Dollar Theatre, shifting through traffic while the bright sun was beaming down from above. As the afternoon was passing, the fall air and cool breeze had already faded away. The address for the condo wasn't far off, as he didn't have to drive much through the roads to arrive. Often times, David enjoyed to witness the scenery of luxury surrounding him outside the taxi van. It was nice to dream at times, knowing that at his age, the dream of becoming rich had long past him by now. The past several months had offered him just enough memories to record in his diaries to be proud of himself. When he pulled up near the sidewalk of the condo, David stopped as he glanced towards the building.
Dark blue paint covered the front of the building, just beyond the glass doors with gold interior. It was apparent from looking at the size of the condo building and the exterior view that it was far out of his league when it came to renting or owning a place. David could already guess just who this mystery woman would be for his fare today. Perhaps she was an important figure in town. With Broadway, he wondered if she owned a theater or maybe she was an actress. David would have his opportunity to learn soon enough. He watched as a woman came stepping out from the front doors, dressed in a gray jacket and skirt. The jacket was more like a trench coat, going past her knees and hiding her legs. She had the wild orange hair noted from the dispatch and toting a matching large grey purse over her arm. The right side passenger back door came sliding open before she climbed in and had a seat.
"Good afternoon, Miss!"
"Hi there..."
She replied in a soft voice, just before having a seat and shutting the door. David took a moment to study her from his rear view mirror. The first thing he noticed apart from her gray colored jacket was the ample display of her large cleavage. A red belt was fastened over her jacket, appearing to hold the outfit together. From her pale skin, big blue eyes and signature red hair, David almost could take a guess over who this person was sitting in the back of his van today. For now, he couldn't ask the question of her identity, as there was other important things to get to first.
"So, where can I take you today?"
"I need to go across town and get a massage. Can you take me out to the massage parlor up north from here? It's the one around the college campus."
"Sure, let me check the GPS first. Oh yeah, before I forget, the initial fee will be for five hundred dollars."
"That's no problem, I call all the time."
Glancing down at the computer attachment near the radio dispatch, David punched his fingertips over the keys to pull up the local area and search for a massage parlor. Since she didn't give him a name, he would have to locate it himself. After a few seconds, he chuckled before reading out the name that appeared over the screen.
"The Rub? Is that the massage parlor? It's the only one coming up in the area."
"Yes, that's the one."
"Alright, this place isn't too far out. We'll get there soon."
True to her word, the massage parlor was located near USC campus. David noticed from the location, this would be a short drive that would only take around thirty minutes.That wasn't a lot of time for him to try and work a charm over this beautiful lady, but he would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. Something about her appearance reminded him of a busty red headed actress from a TV show he frequently watched. Once he learned her first name, he would be able to make a guess. As he moved the van back into the streets, the woman crossed her legs while her purse sat in the middle of the black leather seats.
"So, what's your name? I can't help but think that you look so familiar to me. Sorry if that's kinda rude of me to say."
"Oh, you might recognize me after all. My name is Christina, you can take a guess at my last name, if you want."
She spoke in her husky tone, just before offering a grin as if she knew his eyes would be gazing over her voluptuous form through the rear view mirror. David knew she was teasing him, as she probably knew that he would easily take a shot at guessing her last name. It had to be Christina Hendricks, what other woman looked like her? David smirked as he gripped the steering wheel. His mind thought of all the times he watched 'Mad Men' on television late at night and would look at her busty figure. As he made a short turn, David waited until he was forced to slow down and stop at a red light before he replied.
"Christina Hendricks, don't tell me I'm wrong. I know that's gotta be you, ohhhh man. I've seen you a lot on TV, there isn't another woman that looks like you."
With a slight giggle and a smile, David witnessed her nodding from the back of the van.
"Yes, it's me after all. Don't you feel lucky?"
He couldn't help but laugh at her question. Christina's tone of voice was almost seductive, displaying that brilliant charm he knew from her persona on television.
"Why yes! Of course, I feel lucky as hell right now. You're a hell of an actress, I watch Mad Men every other night."
"Thank you, dear."
When the light moved from red to green, only one thing had crossed David's mind as he continued moving the van towards their destination. He wanted to try and work a deal with her, some how. Despite the growing list of famous women who had undressed in the back of his taxi van, Christina Hendricks had to be another one to add among the list in his diary. The traffic in front of the van seemed to slow down, creating a busy hour through the streets. David hoped this would help his efforts at trying to smooth talking this curvy babe. He had to make an attempt somewhere, even if it was blunt and rude.
"Would you mind sitting up for me back there?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Christina had a dumbfounded look of confusion to his question. David didn't know where he was going with a bad attempt to flirt, but he had to try something.
