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.
I've received many requests over the past two years to bring this series back and have long wanted to finish it off. Thank you to everyone for the support and kind words, I appreciate all the love and positive energy. This is the first in what will be the final chapters to David the taxi man's adventures. This story was partly inspired by Demi Rose's birthday photo shoot and given the hard times we're in, I agree with her in saying fuck coronavirus! Hope this story brightens your day, enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
The daylight hours had come and gone, as the blackened sky had made it's welcome several hours ago. Beyond the darkness was the array of street lights and flashing headlights connected to vehicles passing through the street. Night shift had long been something David loathed, going back to his years as a cab driver in the nineties before his arrival in the Silver Screen Express company. His face carried a light five o'clock shadow of grey hair, as he had not shaved before getting dressed to go out for the night. A pair of khaki shorts, a white T-shirt and the usual flip-flops was still his casual wear. Saturday night made for an overtime shift, not the best way to spend a weekend but overtime pay was worthy. Driving through areas of L.A. during the night offered an unpredictable experience, at least that was how David remembered it from more than twenty years ago. There came a difference between driving a standard yellow taxi and the gold plated vans of a service that could've been dubbed 'Uber for the rich', as critics online had called Silver Screen Express.
Times had come to a change in the past year as the company had expanded their base of operations. CEO Gordon Harrison had spent a couple millions of dollars in his own money to expand the company with potential hopes for services outside the state of California. The fleet of vans had expanded along with the roster of drivers, proving that success had been made in the service that advertised solely to wealthy clients and rich socialites across Los Angeles. None of this mattered to David, who was still making most of his earnings from tips of his fares. His income from working on the clock had not changed and he couldn't complain with some of the tips that came in from passengers who had far more wealth than he ever would in his lifetime. Occasionally he had gotten lucky over the years with female passengers making up for his lack of family and relationships.
At forty-nine years of age now, David knew he would reach a milestone in age within a year and not have anything to show for it in terms of a family. His grey hair was a subtle reminder of such things, but he didn't feel any pity or disappointment for his life. L.A. had become his city, his backyard to explore and embrace. For twenty-six years now, he roamed the streets for a living in yellow taxi cars and later the gold metallic vans. He had lost count over the years of his passengers, only jotting down memories and notes in his diary back home of the most memorable encounters. With a nickname like 'David the taxi man', he had something of a reputation and possibly an urban legend among some social circles it seemed. All in due time to reach his middle age years, David didn't feel the disappointment of not becoming married or building a family. Most of his sexual encounters were in the back of taxi cabs and the gold van itself.
It was a privilege that after these past four years, David was still driving the same gold van from the beginning. Memories had been made in the back with cum stains that had to be cleaned from the black leather seats and a number of famed, unforgettable passengers. Before he joined the company, he had the pleasure of having a few fares here and there from the back of his taxis who were of some degree of importance. After joining the company, David felt some of his most lustful fantasies come true with women he never thought he would have the chance to win. Driving the vans had given the opportunity for a man of his working class background to mingle with those who came from a life of luxury. There was a stark difference from David's world and the one that they lived in, but while they were a passenger in the back of his van, they shared a temporary connection.
This had only been the first month full time for David working night shifts under the Silver Screen company. In the past over a few years ago, he had a few shifts in the later PM hours, but it was always a last minute schedule change. It was usually the result of one driver using their sick days or a van that had broken down requiring maintenance work. The latter was on rare occasions but never the less, times had truly changed. David had been taken out of his comfort zone working these late night shifts, but he didn't complain. In all due time, he was confident that he would be back in a morning to afternoon shift down the line. For the time being, he navigated the streets of Downtown L.A. while sipping on the straw connected to a white plastic cup. in his right hand. He made a wide turn down a road before getting blinded by a passing car on the opposite road with bright LED lights flashing ahead.
Upon placing the cup back into the drink holder, David heard the radio beginning to go off from the panel inside the van beneath the dashboard. The dispatcher was a young man, calling in to all drivers available around the Hollywood area. A woman that had already paid in advance earlier in the night was calling to request a ride after a previous driver had failed to show up an hour earlier. She was said to be waiting in the parking lot of a modelling agency building just north from where he was positioned on the streets. David quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and responded to the dispatcher that this fare would be his. The digital clock displayed the time past 11 PM, quickly approaching midnight hour as he began to navigate the short streets. Traffic around West Hollywood was always busy and the night hours didn't make much of a difference with the clubs all open and busy.
Picking up someone in the parking lot close to midnight was just another reminder of what weird things could occur in night shifts. David wondered to himself, as he had grown older through the years, it was situations like this that always made him uneasy during these hours of driving through L.A. Memories had been joggled through his mind of an incident a few years ago on a night shift when he picked up a special passenger that waited in the parking lot for his arrival. That woman had a special place in the back of his mind as she served for an entry in his diary of a wild adventure. It had been a long time since David had last opened the pages of that book and wrote down an encounter, but perhaps tonight he may get lucky. That was the least he could think to himself, as the night had already proven to be a boring one with only two passengers he had picked up hours ago, neither who left a tip or engaged in any witty conversations.
The dispatcher had informed David to be on the look out for a dark haired woman wearing a white robe in the parking lot. Just the description alone sounded odd to his ears, but he wasn't in a position to make any assumptions. Strange things happened in the night, including requests for pickups, as that was the only way he could wrap his mind around the events unfolding. Pulling through a street up, it didn't take him long to find the modelling agency from a large white sign with red lights hanging above in the darkened sky. The parking lot itself was on the opposite side of another building to a photography company. David remembered the spot, as it was once another business many years ago. A few vehicles occupied each row of the concrete black parking lot but from the distance, he witnessed his future passenger walking about. Slowing down, David flashed his headlights, blinking them to get her attention. When she came to a stop, he slowly drove towards her, turning to his right and rolling down the driver's side window so he could greet her with a smile.
"Hello there, Miss! Have you been waiting on a ride?"
She nodded, before looking up at with something of an expression of concern. Long brunette hair fixed up and parted down the side. The white robe covered what appeared to be something of a buxom figure, highlighted with a view of cleavage parted down the middle. David couldn't help but take a small look before looking back into her brown eyes.
"Yes, you don't look like the driver who dropped me off earlier."
The sound of her heavy British accent was much to David's liking. He shook his head at her.
"No, that's not me. I wouldn't have left you stranded out here. Hop in, I'll take you where ever you wanna go."
"Thanks."
Her pink lips curved into a smile before she stepped her way to the back door of the van. David soon heard the left side door sliding back for her to make an entrance. His eyes shifted to the rear view mirror ahead, watching as a black high heel stepped over the floorboard first before she climbed in. The robe brushed a bit, revealing some muscular tone to her legs before she climbed door and sat down over the black leather seats right in the middle. During the night shifts, David preferred to keep the lights on in the back of his van so the passenger didn't have to sit in darkness. With this lovely lady, he surely wanted to be able to clearly see her for the time being. He could tell from the way she carried herself, this wasn't the first night or day she had been inside a Silver Screen van.
"Finding yourself comfortable back there?"
She giggled, leaning up as she looked forward to the back of the front seats.
"Yes, it's quite cozy back here."
"I didn't get your name before you got in. I take it you are from England, huh?"
Nodding her head, she curved her lips into a smile before answering him in return.
"Yes, I'm from England. My name is Demi Rose, you may have heard of me before. I'm a model, but I am sure you probably guessed that given where we're at. What's your name?"
"David, that's what they call me. It's a pleasure to meet you Demi, I haven't had a British passenger in a long time, let alone one as gorgeous as you."
"Thank you..."
Not even catching himself already flirting with her, David was beginning to feel this was going to be a good night. Perhaps the night shift wasn't as intimidating as he previously expected the hours to go.
