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.
To my friend tjbt1234, this is for you. Enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Sunlight pouring out from the sky would've blinded anyone looking directly up, as no clouds were hanging in the blue sky on this late summer day. David gripped the steering wheel of his van, making a quick left turn through the streets as he sighed in relief and kept his eyes locked ahead to the street in front of him. It was a blessing to have the air conditioner fixed in his gold van again. He had to fill out the usual paper work with the Silver Screen Express company to go over repairs, but that was all fine for him. The only bit of sadness that filled him was knowing that his van would soon be replaced as the company was spending more money on bringing in a new line of vehicles as the older vans were beginning to wear out.
He could've argued with the executives that despite their age, the vans could be fixed up, refurbished and would still run just as smoothly, but it was no use. At the end of the day, he was just a driver and it didn't matter of his age or experience, the higher ups and managers weren't going to listen to him. They would see him as nothing more than the driver he was, as David wasn't in a position of power at the work place. The true reason he didn't want to let go of his van had to do with the memories that had been made in the back seat. While he had his diary entries written down back at home, there came a specific satisfaction with cleaning cum stains from the black leather seats in the back and reliving those memories with each time he had to do it. A new van would take away the sentimental element of still driving this one, but David would get over it eventually.
At least for the time being, he still had the van and the air conditioner was blowing with power after a hot and sweaty day that had been written down in his diary. Kelly Brook had left quite the impression on him last week, as it wasn't often he landed a famous British woman as a passenger, let alone one with giant tits that could match the amazing Lucy Pinder whom remained as his favorite passenger going back previous years. Perhaps he would get lucky again, but at this point in time David had hit the jackpot one too many times with famous babes whom he had created a history with. Maybe that was why he had went through a drought period for most of the past two years, or maybe not. One way or another, he had a silly way of justifying it in his head as he was making his rounds during the day awaiting passengers to call in for a ride in the Silver Screen Express service line.
Taking another turn through the streets, David was headed directly into downtown L.A. when he glanced to look at the clock on the digital console of the van. The time only read thirteen minutes past two PM, a proper time past the afternoon when the heat of the day was at it's strongest. Last thing David wanted to do right now was venture outside of his van. He had already made the stop earlier a few hours ago for lunch break after having three passengers in the morning hours to start the day. All three of them were quick drives from Beverly Hills to the airport, but only one was generous enough to tip him a few hundred dollar bills after having a friendly conversation regarding music. Not all of his passengers liked to talk, but after years of working at the company and his previous job as a taxi driver, it was still in his nature to look for a discussion.
In front of David's vehicle had turned a similar black van moving at a slow speed. He let out a sigh, realizing he would be stuck behind this van for a bit of time before the next intersection when he could make a turn. Afternoon hours in L.A. were always full of busy streets, but all David was waiting on was a call from the dispatcher for a quick pickup. It had been over an hour now. The last call he had was met by a different driver, so hopefully he could make one last pickup for the day before the evening hours when he had to prepare for a drive back home. Tapping his foot down on the floorboard, he let out another sigh as he so desperately wanted to smash the horn and let the driver in front of him know how aggravating they were to move at such slow speeds. As he sat behind the wheel of his van almost to the point of frustration, the dispatch radio went off calling in to him with a female voice from the other line.
"David, do you have a fare at the moment?"
Grabbing the walkie-talkie, David pushed the button down as he replied to Brooklyn.
"Hey Brooklyn! I'm driving all by myself at the moment. Do you have someone waiting for a pickup?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I do! There's a Miss. Jones waiting at the L.A. Plaza Park. She asked specifically for you."
"Oh really? I'll be on my way there soon."
"Be on the look out for a woman a black shirt and blue jeans, that's the description she gave."
The walkie-talkie clicked and then David hung it up back on the console. He smirked to himself, as this had not been the first time a female passenger called asking specifically for him. His thoughts had already begun roaming over who this 'Miss. Jones' could possibly be. Perhaps today was another special and lucky afternoon, just when he thought it was going to be a drag to get through. Brooklyn had been one of the new dispatchers who was filling in for Richard, not that David could complain as he hated dealing with that smart mouthed young man. Adjusting the knobs for the air conditioner unit, David thought of his passenger in the following minutes. It was no telling how long she had been outside in the blazing heat, so he wanted to make sure the van would be comfortable by the time he made his stop.
Plaza Park was a short drive, not a place that David had previously made many stops in the past years but it was easy to remember in terms of passing. Traffic had been backed up a bit but only so much to delay the drive for another minute or two. Making for good timing, David began to glance around towards the statue that sat in the small park area as he looked for his passenger. An older couple of two men sat on a bench, one reading a newspaper and the other glancing around in a pair of sunglasses. David looked out of the passenger side window as he pulled up to the curb and soon spotted what must have been Miss. Jones. A short woman in a black shirt and blue jeans waved. Sunglasses covered her eyes and then she came dashing towards the van, stomping her shoes to the point that he witnessed her breasts bouncing within what must have been a tight shirt. David smiled, rolling down the passenger door window with his right hand over the console controls.
"Hi, Miss. Jones I take it?"
"Are you Mr. David?"
Her voice came out with a thick British accent. The woman stood, pushing her sunglasses above her eyes, tucked into her long shiny brunette locks of hair and offering a grin. Her eyes were revealed in a chestnut brown hue, dark black mascara and eyeliner around them. Below her face, he couldn't help but notice an odd lacy collar over her neck as a piece of attire. A purse was attached her left shoulder, dangling down from a gold chain connected to it. David couldn't help but return the expression, nodding at her.
"Yeah, that's me. How do you know about me?"
"A special friend of ours, I'll tell you about it when I get in."
He laughed, pointing at the back seat with his thumb.
"Well hop in, babe. Tell me where you need to go and I have to tell you the initial fee for this ride is going to be five hundred dollars."
She stopped herself, reaching into her purse and then David spoke up.
"Wait, you don't have to pay me yet. I have to add up the costs of your destination, so if you wanna wait first, you can."
"Okay, that sounds easier."
Flashing her teeth in a smile at him, she gave him a wink and then began to strut her hips in a slow walk to the back door. David pushed his left hand down over the console controls on his door side, rolling back up the widow on her passenger side front door. His eyes glanced up at the rear view mirror above, watching the light shine in from the left side as the back door came sliding open and she entered. Given her overall attitude so far in the first few minutes of this meeting, he was confident that this woman didn't request him as driver for a simple ride across town. The door slammed shut and Miss. Jones was now in. Once she sat down, her hands grabbed at the sunglasses, removing them from her head all together and then placing them in her purse.
"I think you forgot to tell me where you wanted to go, Miss. Jones."
"I need to go home to Hotel Indingo and please call me Rosie. That's my name."
"Ah, Rosie Jones is it?"
"Yes! Does that ring a bell for you?"
"Hmmmmm, I'm not quite sure. Hotel Indingo isn't far from here, I know the place."
