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.
Thank you to everyone for all the love and support to this series. I can't believe I am finally ending closing the book here, but I'm grateful for all the support I've received. Thank you again for the past 4 years.
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Los Angeles, California
After a wild day on the streets, going back home off work didn't feel the same as it normally did. David was left with much to think about after spending a day with Kourtney Kardashian. On the one hand, it was a relief after a stressful month from changes at the job to indulge himself in a sleazy affair from the back of his taxi van. On the other hand, David had to wonder. If something were too good to be true, then most of the time it was. If Kourtney was trying to play him, he had to be prepared to face repercussions at work. He had shut the engine off to his van and went "off the grid" so to speak when Kourtney covered up that camera in the back for them to have an hour fucking in the back of the van. While the fun felt like the old days, it certainly wasn't in terms of how David had to approach the situation.
Back at home, his mind was in a whirlwind. He could remember back to the days when he encountered the first famous woman who had slid open those back doors and hopped into his cab van. Over the years, David had kept an extensive diary to document all of his sleazy adventures as a Silver Screen driver. He kept that little book in his dresser, sitting next to the neatly folded pairs of socks and underwear in the first drawer. The apartment wasn't the most fancy place of living, but it was better than where he had previously lived. David had not put much thought into his residency as he lived from pay check to pay check per the week. The kind tips of large sums of money from passengers went into savings, as he had telling himself for the past decade he would save for a house of his own eventually. That day had yet to come.
Not having any family or many friends in life, David was stuck by himself at home when he wasn't working. Before he went to bed, he had to sit down at his kitchen table and jot down another tale in his diary about the latest famous woman he had seduced in the back of his van. More or less, it was Kourtney who seduced him since she had searching for now the infamous 'David the taxi man'. As he sat there and put the black ball point pen to the pages, he began to think to himself. It started as a joke back when he was driving yellow taxis around L.A. Every now and then, David pressed his luck of seducing girls but he only ever became lucky when he had a certain lady of the night asking for a ride. Scarlett Johansson was his first famous fare. He checked the date going back to May 2017. Sitting there and writing down his experience with Kourtney had made him wonder how truthful she was to his word.
Did he have the chance of driving for her sister Kim? Only time would tell, but one thing for sure, David knew he had become something of a legend among Hollywood social circles. Kourtney knew too many intimate details about his encounters with her friends. Years ago, he had Jennifer Lopez seeking him out for a wild romp in his van. As he pulled the pages back in his old diary, David smiled as he fondly recalled his day with Lucy Pinder. Since then, he had browsed the internet to learn about the British glamour legend. There was a funny sense in the back of his mind, seeing a model who was lusted over for years and knowing he got lucky with her in his van. David could remember that day as if it were recent, smugly grinning to himself as he recalled his cock being shoved between her massive tits. He had bought a few of her Nuts and Loaded magazines online since then.
Memories flooded his mind, flipping from page to page with the names of every famous woman he encountered. If David didn't recall them, he would go home and search on the internet to learn who had just had an affair with in his van. So many stories to tell, all marked by the dates jotted down on pages. For a moment, David considered the possibility of selling his diary to the right journalist or writer who could turn it into a series of stories. There wasn't anything that required sensationalizing, if only a person were to believe that he, a mere taxi driver had stumbled into such luck all from working in a gold Silver Screen van. By the time he was done penning his latest entry into the diary, David had to go take a shower. He left the hardback leather bound diary book on the table, next to the pen. If Kourtney was true to her word, he planned to deliver the book to Kim and let her see for herself.
Down in the washing machine, David stuffed his uniform clothes. He loathed having to put on a certain outfit and wear it for hours while driving around in the new line of Silver Screen vans. Tonight he wasn't going to bother washing them. Not for the fact he had two uniforms and one was fresh, but simply for the reason he wasn't going back to work tomorrow. Under new company protocols, every driver had to return their van to a garage after clocking out of work. The old days of driving his gold van home were gone. With no other means of getting home, David was forced to take a taxi. After his shower and getting fresh for a good night's sleep, he placed his cellphone close to the night stand in hopes of being awakened by a mysterious unknown number linked back to the Kardashian family. Going to sleep was at least easier tonight knowing he had a lucky break.
The next morning, David had got up a few minutes past 6 AM. After years of having an early work schedule, he had become completely accustomed to getting up early. It was rare he stayed up at night, except for those times he had night shifts. Brushing his teeth and washing his face, he started to make some coffee back in the kitchen he heard his cellphone ringing from the bedroom. Racing back there, he nearly tripped over some dirty clothes on the floor as he grabbed his phone to see text message notifications from an unknown number. 'Is this the phone of David Johnson?', seeing his name was a good sign, but then another text message was sent shortly after. 'Call me soon, KK XOXO'. Oh, that had to be her, David thought to himself. He pushed his finger across the screen of the phone and raised it up to his ear as it dialed. As soon as the phone clicked to someone answering, David spoke.
"Hi, this is David Johnson. I just got a-"
A female voice cut him off speaking.
"David the taxi man, am I right?"
Chuckling at that admission, her voice was somewhat high pitched, similar to Kourtney. He was certain of the identity to the woman on the other end of the phone.
"And you're Miss. Kim Kardashian, am I right?"
"The one and only!"
Giggling was audible through the phone as David blushed. He stepped around his bedroom as Kim began to speak up.
"I wanna meet with you about a job. Did Kourtney tell you yesterday what I wanted?"
"No, she left you as something of a big mystery."
"Oh, that figures. So she didn't spoil my surprise, that's good."
