Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
For a dear friend, this story is for you.
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Los Angeles, California
The morning sun was slow to rise now that daylight savings time had come through altering the clocks slightly. David always hated this, as he usually blamed the loss of time on screwing up his sleeping schedule and working hours. Regardless of the slight changes, his job remained the same. The gold taxi van was filled with gas and ready for a new day on a Thursday morning. Cold air was felt in the early morning, but today made only the third day of spring as the current season of the new year. Despite the chilly air, David still left his home wearing the usual flip flops and a pair of shorts. Once the sun had risen completely and the afternoon faded through, he was confident that the typical L.A. heat would drive away the previous cold morning.
A slight change had come into David's working schedule, along with a few other selected drivers with the Silver Screen Express company. For the past three days, they were no longer navigating the streets looking for fares like they normally went about with their day. David was chosen along with three other drivers to participate in a special job involving transportation for a wealthy client and his associates. Not all the details were made public, giving David the impression that this was simply a rich man who had paid in full to have his friends treated with a bit of luxurious transpiration. For the special job, David and the other drivers were offered a bit of extra money than they regularly would've made. It was hard to complain about anything when earning a thousand dollars per transport for one of these special people.
For the deal alone, David didn't have a single issue with taking on this special job as today made his third time. He had to drive out to the airport and wait for the client to step out. It was a mystery who was going to enter the gold van, as no driver was given any information about the clients. David figured he had caught on with the whole situation after yesterday. Tie first client he had picked up from the airport happened to be a photographer who had explained to him that they were coming home from a business trip in London. The second client was a model whom didn't give David many details when he prompted a friendly conversation. He assumed that this ordeal was at the hands of someone running a modelling business and bringing back an entire crew of people. Perhaps it was a special business trip for everyone involved, at least he assumed to himself.
As 10:30 AM, the warmness of the city had killed away all remains of the cool breeze from before the sun rise. David sat back in the driver's seat of his gold van, taking the exact same route to the LAX airport from yesterday's trip. What passenger awaited him today was a mystery, just like any day when he was riding the streets for fares. Scratching over his white shirt, David glanced towards some of the traffic as he slowed down the van to move towards the parking spaces waiting outside the entrance. He had been instructed to wait their from the radio dispatch. Another gold Silver Screen Express van was seen ahead of him, parked in a space next to a black Mercedes Benz. While sitting there waiting for his passenger to arrive, David unscrewed the top of a soda bottle to take a drink. Before clocking in for the job, he had went around a convenience store and bought a quick drink.
Letting out a sigh, David's eyes wandered to see the countless number of people entering and exiting through the front doors of the airport. People came and went, often carrying luggage among other necessities they were bringing along with them. He didn't know what lucky person would be his fare today so he remained sitting and pondering the thought to himself. Taking another drink from his bottle of soda, he let out another sigh before placing it back down into the cup holder console. He considered turning on the radio to pass time, but David wasn't quite in the mood to listen to any Pop music for the time being. After a few minutes had passed by, David turned to glance out of the passenger side window as he noticed a girl approaching the cab. She wore a sleeveless black shirt and Daisy Dukes styled jean shorts. A pink backpack was strapped over both her shoulders. Her hair appeared to be of brunette color. She tapped over the window with her knuckles, prompting David to push the button on the side door console to roll the window down and greet her.
"Hello there, are you my passenger for today?"
"You're a driver for the Silver Screen company, right?"
David smiled and nodded to quietly answer her question.
"That means you're my driver today!"
After replying, she moved to the back door to slide it open. David rolled the passenger side window back up as he turned to glance in the back, taking a good look at his lone fare for today.
"What's your name, Miss?"
"I'm Alexis and you?"
"Call me David. Is this your first time riding in a Silver Screen van?"
"No. I called one last year back when I was home. Let's say that you're the second man to be driving me around in a pretty gold van."
"Well, at least today I don't have to charge you like I normally do my fares. Today is your lucky day, Alexis."
After exchanging a bit of small talk, the girl sat down on the seat to the far right side. She grabbed the handle for the back door and slid it shut, all while David sat back in the driver's seat and studied her briefly from the rear view mirror above. Alexis had long slender legs, as David caught sight of what appeared to be black tennis shoes over her feet with red shoe strings. Judging by her appearance and yesterday's passenger, he assumed she had to be a model. He was curious how she could get away with wearing something skimpy such as the Daisy Dukes shorts while boarding a flight. Something he planned to ask her about once the wheels of his van were rolling through the streets. Before he was ready to shift gears, David had one final question.
"Where can I take you today, Alexis?"
"I need to get back home in Santa Monica. I've got an apartment out at Ocean Park, can you take me there?"
"Yes, that will be no problem. I'm paid to take you anywhere today, so there isn't a reason for me to tell you no!"
This would be a short drive for David, as he knew that Santa Monica wasn't far north from the airport itself. Ocean Park was north of Venice Beach, a place that he was familiar with over the years of learning the streets of this town. It wasn't unusual for him to pick up fares across L.A. who requested a ride out to a destination near the beach. Shifting gears, he moved the van back through the streets to make a slow exit from the airport. The traffic itself was almost always an issue near the airport. While David was driving, Alexis moved the straps of the pink backpack from over her shoulders and tossed it down to the black floorboard of the van. She remained resting over the black leather seats with something of a goofy grin across her face. David caught sight of her lovely face when he glanced back up into his rear view mirror. Her dark eyes were alluring to his mind.
"So Alexis, I take it that you're a model, huh?"
"You've guessed right, I'll give you that. What makes you think I'm a model anyway?"
Turning the steering wheel to move the van over to another street, David replied to her at length.
"Well, the last girl I had to drive from the airport yesterday told me she was a model. The man before that was a photographer, so I've assumed that all of you must be with the same company or something. There's someone who is paying for all these rides so you lovely people are taken care of coming back to L.A., am I right in assuming all of this?"
Alexis raised her eyebrows before slowly nodding to him. David witnessed her actions from a second glance up into the rear view mirror above.
"You're a smart man. It's true, I'm working as a model. My name is Alexis Ren, maybe you've heard of me?"
