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.
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Los Angeles, California
Blinding lights pushed ahead going from left and right across the street, visible as bright spots through the dark of night in West Los Angeles traffic. David had found himself on another night shift, cruising around town in his gold van awaiting any fares that would be calling in. On a shift like this, he was always reminded of how nervous and uneasy he felt working nights. Though nothing out of the blue had happened to him before, he liked to remind himself 'the freaks come out at night' and he had to always keep his guard up. At least when it came to working at the Silver Screen Express company, he could recall a handful of memories that had been made in the dark of nights.
Tonight would be one of the final moments David had with his precious gold van. For four years, he had treasured it as more than a work place or vehicle. Back home he had a diary of events had had unfolded within the back of his van, all at the price of spending several evenings cleaning out cum stains from the back seat. A list of famous women; actresses, singers and models who had been his passengers over time. Such events were enough to make him consider his luck in employment to the company. There was always a price when working with upper class socialites and David felt he had truly hit more than one jack pot. It was depressing to know his van would soon be replaced by a newer model, all at the cost of the company pushing out a new fleet of service vans to replace the old.
Security features were a high point for the new vans. David was not happy to know that a camera would be placed in the back of his cab at all times to monitor activity with the passengers. The company executives claimed it was for making the passengers feel comfortable after a string of reports and bad publicity involving a robbery where a Silver Screen Express van was used as a getaway vehicle. The result was an internal investigation and questions raised of other illegal conduct involving drivers. David was forced to hold his breath, given his history of erotic adventures that took place within the back of his cab. Luckily, he had not been reported for sexual misconduct, but it was only one lucky break so far. He knew that such chances came with a price tag and he would need to be more careful from here on out.
Next week he would have his new van and this old one he currently sat in would hit retirement, likely in a junk yard. David couldn't help but feel a bit depressed knowing he would lose something that had brought him such great joy for the past four years between working. Before tonight's shift, he had sat down with his diary back home to reminisce over some of those old, fun times. Reliving those moments in his mind was enough to put him in a naughty mood. Maybe he could get lucky again, just one last time. David sighed to himself while twitching his toes between his blue flip flops down at the floorboard. His hands rotated around the steering wheel as he made a sharp turn to peel into another street behind a motorcycle up front. Once again, he thought to himself about how he had to expect something out of the blue when working nights.
So far into the night, David had yet to pick up a single fare. It was a Friday night and traffic had proven to be that of a typical weekend start in L.A. At least for now, he didn't worry about it as he continued to drive behind the motorcycle. The license plate shined, nearly blinding him in it's reflection. Another reason David hated having to work at night. At his age, the lights would blind him and almost drag within his vision. As much as it bothered him, he couldn't do anything about it as he had a pay check to earn. So far the night had been all quiet, as he clocked in around 7 PM and had been driving around by himself for the past two hours. The radio dispatch was beginning to pick up and become active with requests across town, though nothing in the vicinity of where he had been cruising along. Perhaps that would change with the dispatch going off, calling for a driver.
"Calling for a van in Brentwood. Do I have anybody close to there?"
It was a young woman's voice on the other end of the line. David had not been too familiar with the dispatchers who worked nights. Grabbing the walkie-talkie from the console, he smashed the button and replied.
"David here, I'm riding around there."
"We've got a woman asking for a pickup around the Casa Granada apartments. Can you get there?"
"Yeah, I'm on it."
"Alright, look for a woman with blonde hair. She says she's wearing a black shirt and stretch pants."
"Did she pay before calling?"
"No."
The dispatcher hung up as David placed the walkie-talkie back onto the console. Casa Granada was a residency of upper class apartments in Brentwood. Though he knew the area quite well, it was rare for him to drive there at night. David took a turn in the street and began to slow down. Lucky for him the street lights above radiated in their glow, allowing him to glance over at the sidewalks as he began to drive past a few parked cars outside the apartments. Hopefully he would not have to do a full drive around the apartment buildings, as David now realized he didn't have instructions for where to look. As he pulled up near the curb, he spotted his future passenger. A short blonde haired woman wearing grey stretch pants and low cut black blouse over her chest.
Her blonde hair was slightly shorter than he expected, going down to her shoulders but David was more focused on the smile she had flashing her perfect white teeth, complimenting her gorgeous brown eyes. The woman waved at him and then David couldn't help but smile and wave back at her, as if playing along with a joke. It was refreshing to see someone with such enthusiasm as he pulled up and switched gears momentarily. Something told him at this moment that he would be having someone who at least was chatty. Coming to a halt, he moved his left arm to push the button on his door console and lower the front door passenger window. The woman approached the window, gripping it and ducking her head in to greet David with a smile.
"Hi! You're my driver tonight, right?"
David smirked back at her and shook his head.
"Nah, I'm just some guy driving a gold van around. Nice night for a walk huh?"
She laughed at him, whether it was the comeback or the goofy grin he gave back at her.
"Sure, but it's too dark and my apartment is too far, so I think I'll get in for a ride with you instead."
He watched her from the rear view mirror above, just to witness the left side back door of his van come sliding open and the woman to enter. Above from the roof of the van were lights activated so the passenger would not be forced to ride in the dark. David spoke up as he noticed her white pair of sneakers stepping down over the black floorboard below.
"What's your name, babe?"
"Brie..."
Uttering a single word, she slid the door shut and then situated herself sitting down on the left side seat in the back. David continued to watch her from his rear view mirror hanging above.
"Hi Brie, you can call me David. Is this your first time riding in a Silver Screen Express van?"
"No, you're at least my third different driver this month."
"Well alright, I think you know the initial fee for this ride is going to be five hundred dollars, right?."
She glanced around the cab while replying.
"Ummmm, yeah..."
David noticed that she didn't bring a purse with her, but he assumed she may have had money in her pockets. Whatever the case, it didn't matter to him. Judging by her beauty alone, he was already willing to accept a different kind of payment from her. Switching gears, he began to pull the van out and back into the dark streets beneath the light poles. From where Brie was sitting in the back seat, David had a great view of her heavy cleavage on full display from the short blouse. He smiled to himself, focusing on the road ahead and gripping the steering wheel as he began to drive and prepared to strike up a conversation.
"So Brie, where am I taking you tonight?"
"Back home. I've got an apartment in Santa Monica, down at Sea Castle. You know that place?"
"Yeah, you're not the only passenger I've had this month I needed to drop off there."
Brie began to giggle from the back seat, leaning up a bit.
"I guess you like to pick up people from around the beaches, huh? Short distance driving?"
"Sometimes. It depends on where I'm at, I guess."
Turning left through the residential streets, David calculated in his mind how long this drive would take. It all depended on the traffic through the night, but he was certain to get her at least into Santa Monica in a short amount of time. What truly mattered to him was having the time to play his game of seduction and something about Brie told him that she would be easy to get naked in the back of his van. If there was the chance for one last bit of fun in this old van, tonight could be it. In front of his line of sight was a dark car, the license plate outlined and nearly blinded him along with a set of LED lights in the back. Despite this distraction, David carried on talking.
