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 the engine fired up with the key slid into the ignition. Today was Thursday, another day for David to hit the streets in his Silver Screen Express taxi van. The afternoon hours were just under way and he was getting back into the van after serving his break hour. Today had been slow, regardless of the cool weather that felt better during the morning. As the afternoon came along, the humidity was rising and it was just another blazing hot day in Los Angeles. The sun reflected down to illuminate over his white shirt, but it was a comfortable flip flops down below that made him feel much more at ease than wearing light colors during a hot day.
Turning the steering wheel of the van, he headed to a usual spot that he had driven through for so many years now. Downtown L.A. was usually David's domain for picking up fares, regardless if it was the new shiny company of the Silver Screen Express or his old days back on the roads with a regular old yellow taxi. It was a place he would always be familiar with, thanks to the years of experience he had spent here. It was better than last week when he was stuck on airport duty. There was nothing worse than picking up wealthy fares from airports and having to deal with their long trips and excessive luggage among the van. With extensive rides, David had to charge premium to the fares from airports to make a good earning for the day, since it took away from his hours on the street.
Downtown Los Angeles was always busy during the afternoon, but so far everything was going much better for David's work day. Just as he had hit the streets in the early hours, he was rolling with two fares including one that had left him a generous tip. Since his lunch break, David found himself back on the streets ready to find a new fare who needed a ride. All he had to do was sit behind the wheel and wait for the dispatch calls to come in. Sometimes a typical working day like this could be boring, but he kept his head up and figured eventually he would find an interesting passenger who would offer a decent conversation with him. Crossing over into a district area, David had his chance soon as the radio dispatch began to call out to various drivers for fares that had recently dialed the hotline.
There were many options to his liking, all thanks to the current area that David was located in. A man had called in, requesting a ride from a bar near by. Another option was a woman asking for a pickup outside a boutique fashion store and then finally, a third choice was a woman calling for a ride from a nearby hotel. Weighing his choices, David went with the third option. Some of the more expensive hotels were off the main streets and he could escape the traffic easily and not get slowed down. The gold van moved through the streets, just as he grabbed the walkie talkie attached to the radio and let the radio dispatcher know which fare was going to be his. The hotel in particular was one of complete luxury and of such expensive bills that David could never afford in his lifetime as a cab driver.
The identity of his passenger was to look for a girl with brunette hair wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. She was said to be waiting just outside the hotel, making it how David could easily stop nearby and pick her up. he was familiar with the hotel, as he had passed it up several times before on a certain street. Moving the gold plated van through a few black cars, he pulled up to the hotel where he noticed security standing outside and what appeared to be his passenger standing in the right description of clothes to go by. David noticed she didn't have a purse with her, so he could only speculate what her destination was going to be. When he pulled the van up near the curb, he rolled down the passenger side window before he was greeted to a security guard yelling at him.
"You can't park here! Move along!"
David shook his head at the security guard, offering a soft smile as he answered him back.
"Sorry, I'm not parking here. I'm just here to pick up the lady standing right there."
"Come on, you can't be that fucking stupid! I told you I was waiting for a gold van, so piss off!"
Suddenly, a loud female voice had called out to the security guard. It was in a thick British accent, cursing at the man before the right side back door can sliding open to the van. The security guard looked embarrassed and bewildered. David watched as his passenger climbed into the van and then slammed the door shut. He couldn't help but laugh as he began to drive off. The mystery girl had a mischievous little grin painted across her lips. Her shirt didn't offer him anything to see, as it was just a regular black T-shirt. Her hair and eyes matched with a dark brown color, but David couldn't help but think something about her face seemed quite familiar to him. As he pulled away from the hotel, he spoke out to her.
"I owe you a thanks for that. I was worried he was going to have to make me move."
"Oh yeah, that guy is an idiot. This is the second day I've called for a pickup, you should've heard the argument he got into with the last driver."
David couldn't help but chuckle again. Her words revealed that he wasn't the first driver of the company to pick her up in the last two days. The tone of her words sounded so beautiful to his ears, all thanks to an accent that was obviously from over the pond.
"Well, I appreciate it. So what's your name and where can I take you?"
"My name is Emma and I need you to take me out to Long Beach. There's a bar around there called Mercy Street Inn, you know the place?"
"Yes, I know the place. I can get you there, just fine. The initial fee for this ride is going to be for five hundred dollars though, just to let you know."
"Yeah, I'll pay you when we get there. I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
"You can call me David."
"Alright, it's my pleasure to meet you today David."
Taking a second glance into his rear view mirror from above, David smirked. He gripped the steering wheel and then focused his eyes on the road. The Mercy Street Inn was a little spot he had fond memories of. Such memories of picking up a married couple some time ago that turned out to be rather kinky. David figured that she probably had spare money in her pockets, since he had first noticed she didn't bring her purse. Emma sat in the back seat, crossing her legs as she glanced out the windows while the van moved into the streets. David had to think of something to strike a conversation with her, though he was somewhat taken back by the lovely sound of her voice and beautiful face. When he stopped at a red light, he was able to take another look into his rear view mirror and admire her beautiful figure. To strike a conversation, he didn't have any other idea but to mention how familiar she looked.
"I can't help but wonder to myself. Your face...I...I've seen it some place before, but I don't know where."
She smirked before softly giggling.
"If you knew my last name, then it would probably hit you. I'm sure you've seen me before, especially if you watch movies. I've been around for a while now."
David raised his eyebrow while moving the car back through traffic after the light had faded green. So he had an actress as a passenger. He smirked to himself, thinking back to the last actress he had the pleasure of driving. Since working as a Silver Screen Express driver, he was beginning to accumulate quite the collection of beautiful famous women as passengers. Taking another look into his rear view mirror, he wasn't one that was really into guessing, as he was lazy with that game. David would've preferred if she flat out revealed her identity and last name to him instead.
"I'm not really sure if I can guess."
"Oh come on, don't be like that. You have to at least try."
There was a sense of playfulness in her voice, almost to the point that Emma could tempt him with her charm alone. An English woman with big tits was David's ultimate weakness. He had endured that fantasy before with the only other British female passenger he had before today, but now he was thinking of his chances with this girl. Turning the steering wheel of the van, he moved into another lane of traffic while replying back to her.
"Ummmmmm, all I can say is that Emma is definitely short for Emily. I am a lazy man, so I'll just guess that your last name must be White or Marsh, or something like that."
Weather it was his intention or not, he had managed to make her laugh with his words. Emma uncrossed her legs, sitting up among the black leather seats in the back of the van. From her leg movements, he noticed that she was wearing a black pair of sneakers with pink shoe string laced in.
"Seriously? Do you know of an Emma White or Emma Marsh who is a movie star? You might be lazy, but you can guess better than that!"
"Oh no, I'm bad with names, babe. Go easy on me with this. I can remember faces so much easier, but rarely can I recall names."
"Go easy on you, huh? Fine, I guess I'll do that. But you're gonna have to wait a minute."
When he glanced back up into the rear view mirror, a silly smirk had found it's place across Emma's lips. Apart from learning who she was, David found amusing that she would go back and forth with him like this. There was something about her voice that he absolutely loved. Just as he had told another English woman who sat in the back of his taxi van, he could listen to a lovely voice like that for hours on end. The van continued to move down the streets when Emma dropped her lower lip and then called out to him in a low voice.
"Does the name Emma Watson ring a bell to you? How's that for me going easy on you, huh?"
"Hmmmm, Emma Watson is your name?"
She rolled her eyes upon answering him, letting out a distinctive sigh.
"Yeah, now do you know who I am? I hope I don't have to explain to you my career."
Her tone changed, sounding somewhat annoyed at him. During her time in the back seat, Emma had noticed the rear view mirror and how it was turned in a way that he could look at the passenger from an angle. Among the back of the front seats, she could read safety signs and one sticker that detailed David's name and a picture of the driver. David had to think for a moment, all while he concentrated on driving. It took him a moment to think about it, as hearing the name Emma Watson did have a bit of familiarity to it. After a while minute of her sitting in the back seat patiently awaiting his answer, David chuckled. He remembered exactly where he had seen before over the years, gasping before he responded back.
"Wait, are you the girl who played in the Harry Potter movies a while back?"
"Yeah, that was me. A long time ago though, as you can see, I'm all grown up now."
