The Sinister Fare

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The few people he would talk to always asked Luke how he could maintain his work hours, waking up at three in the afternoon, spending ten hours driving around the city and then going to bed at eight in the morning. How does he sleep? Does it affect his health, like his weight or his blood pressure? What about a social life?

Luke would always reply that he just does, and it's been like that since he started working as an Uber driver for the last couple of years. He still weighed the same since college, his doctor hasn't said anything at his previous physical, and his social life remains unaffected. Anyway, he liked working nights, people were more relaxed, there was less traffic and better tips.

He woke up five minutes before his alarm, as usual. Getting out of bed, he poured himself a glass of water and took his pill. After showering, Luke ate his breakfast in silence, just plain oatmeal, toast and coffee. Another ten hours of driving awaited him. Maybe he would have enough savings by the end of the year. His eyes darted to the corners of his apartment; he was tired of it and wished for a change of surroundings. But that would be next year.

Filling a travel mug with black coffee, Luke found himself looking out of the window, catching the silhouette of Central Park Tower against the receding light. It was Wednesday and deep into October; it should be a relatively quiet night. He liked formulating plans like he would work tonight, take tomorrow off and then work the nights up to Halloween. Maybe catch up on some movies; it was the spooky season, after all. He needed something involving monsters, knife-wielding maniacs, perhaps something with possession, or go old-school with a Dracula movie.

Getting into his black Audi A6, Luke took a deep breath to steady himself. He pulled down the visor and stared. A postcard of a beach with a hand coming out from the sand. He had planned to go to Uruguay after college, but that was before Nicole and like everything else, Luke just put it off for later.

He switched the engine on and pulled out, driving towards the Lincoln Tunnel.

***

The first few fares were simple, mostly from offices to Penn Station. They were mainly professionals, lawyers, accountants, and stockbrokers, and they kept to themselves, which favored Luke. The last couple were tourists, and they would always ask questions, mainly about the best places to eat. But then they would ask about him, how long he been driving for Uber, how he finds it, and what's the worst thing someone has done in his car. Luke got that they were just making small talk, but he wished it wasn't so repetitive.

It was getting dark, and Luke parked, taking a break. He went through his fares, having had twelve rides so far. He guessed that he would make around five dollars per ride. Still not getting near his goal of leaving this job behind. His phone buzzed just as Luke finished his coffee. Another ride. Talia, 4.7 rating, pick up from 48th and 10th, dropping off somewhere in the Lower East Side. It shouldn't take too long, and he was nearby. He accepted the ride and began pulling out.

Luke found Talia standing near an empty lot, facing his car as he approached her. She wore a deep dark red blazer and skirt; black tights covered her legs and what looked like six-inch open-toe shoes. It had dropped below 50, but Talia didn't seem to mind. In one hand, she gripped a black, expensive briefcase and the other a carry-on. Probably a lawyer.

He lowered his window and said, "Talia?"

"Yes."

He waited for her to climb in before asking, "Ridge Street, right?"

"Yes."

He nodded back at her and set off.

They drove for about ten minutes, and it didn't take Luke long to check her out via the rear-view mirror. It wasn't her looks that got him curious, but her behavior. But, he could admit that she was attractive, in her late twenties, with a slim body, fair pink skin, and a surprisingly busty chest that she kept hidden. Her hair was black and tied in a bun, looking like every other female lawyer Luke had picked up. If Hayley and her words about his emotional availability weren't still on his mind, he could imagine himself asking her out in another setting. Women and sex were something else Luke had been putting off for another time.

But what really caught Luke's attention as he drove was how Talia acted. Her phone wasn't glued to her hand, and she wasn't furiously typing. Instead, she just stared out of the window, looking like she was amazed by everything. Her eyes widened, and she would slip an awe-sounding moan at every other block. Her look made him think she was a tourist, but not just to New York. Luke wanted to ask where she was going, something he rarely did with any passenger.

They hit some traffic on the FDR, and Luke leaned back.

"I like this vehicle," Talia said.

He looked over his shoulder and caught her now inspecting every inch of his car. She had a half-smile on her face, giving Luke the impression that she was easily excited. Maybe she was new to the city or even to the States.

Luke then asked, "First time in New York?" and knew it was such a cliché question, and it sounded so stupid.

"No. It has been some time since I was last here."

"You here for work?"

"Correct," Talia said.

Luke waited for her to elaborate, but he just shrugged it off when she didn't. It was not his place to ask what she was doing; that's like driving 101.

"I do enjoy this automobile," she said again.

He replayed her words in his head. It sounded so old-fashioned. Her accent was also hard to place, possibly European. But it also reminded Luke of English actors doing a generic American accent. He could see himself thinking about her later tonight, trying to figure her out.

"German engineering," Luke replied, his eyes back on the road as the traffic began to let up.

"German automobiles... in America?"

He nodded and kept on driving.

"Does the vehicle belong to you?"

"It's mine. Technically it's a lease."

Talia nodded and went back to looking out of the window. A soft moan escaped from her as the Brooklyn Bridge slowly appeared in the distance in front of them.

He parked the car and waited. Usually, his fares would just thank him and get out. But again, there was something different with Talia. She looked out of the window. Luke felt that she was psyching herself up. Maybe it was some major business deal. He could see her as a junior associate, perhaps a recent immigrant, who got stuck doing the shit detail and having to work late while everyone else partied.

"You were faster than I expected."

"Thanks," Luke said, "Just remember that when you rate me."

He immediately closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't said that.

Talia didn't seem to mind his slight begging nature. She leaned forward and said, "I have business all night. I will be meeting a number of people. There is a company merger that requires a lot of paperwork that needs to be signed. Not spending my time looking for drivers after every stop would make it a lot easier and faster."

Luke smiled; he had heard this pitch before. It would usually be some kind of executive who had a dozen or so meetings at a bar or restaurant. They would last for hours, and the amount offered barely covered the fares he missed out on.

He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't. This car isn't for hire."

Talia nodded and smiled. "I have three more stops. Then I have a flight to catch -- a red one out of LaGuardia. How much do you think you will make tonight?"

Luke turned around to answer her but had to pause. It was her eyes that made him stop, gold-colored irises that sometimes switched to green. It was difficult to look away. "Around $500. Minus whatever Uber's cut," he finally said.

Talia reached into her briefcase and pulled out an envelope. "I will give $500," she said, showing him five 100-dollar bills, "Uber does not need to know. I will even give you an extra $100 if you get me to LaGuardia early. Is that reasonable for you?"

"No... err I don't know." Luke shook his head. It was a good deal, and if she was quick, he could pick up some rides after dropping her off in Queens.

Talia moved closer, her lips inches from his. Her eyes were on him, and Luke could feel himself shaking in his seat. From nowhere, this woman had a mighty effect on him. "You will be helping me, and you will earn more than you make a night in a few hours."

Luke nodded and said, "You have a deal."

"Thank you." Talia leaned back and pulled two bills. Handing them to him, she said, "Meet me in the alley behind the building."

Talia stepped out of the car, took her briefcase, and marched towards the apartment building. Luckily, a young man walked out just as she approached the door. Smiling at him, he let her in without asking any questions. Talia walked past the young man, brushing his chin with her fingers and giggling at him. Inhaling, she could smell his lust for her. Another time, maybe.

Pulling her phone, she checked out who she was supposed to meet. Harris McCoy, forty-five years old and works as an attorney. She glanced at the photo of Harris she was sent: white, salt and pepper hair, clean-shaven and piercing blue eyes. Talia smiled to herself; he shouldn't be too difficult. She reached behind and undid her bun, letting her silky straight hair fall. Unbuttoning her blazer, revealing a black tank top. Looking down, Talia was unimpressed by the cut. She ran her finger around the hem, and faint smoke wafted from her top. Her tank top now had a deeper cut, showing off her bra.

Talia stopped at apartment 3E and quickly adjusted herself before knocking. Harris made her wait for around thirty seconds before opening. He looked just like the photo, actually, more handsome. Tall, probably around six foot and fit, it was apparent that he looked after himself. He had an annoyed expression as if Talia was interrupting him from something important. But seeing Talia smiling back at him, his tone instantly shifted.

"Mr. McCoy?"

"Yes, honey?" he said with a big grin.

"I am from Cooper, Taylor and Moore. I have some paperwork that needs to be signed. Sorry to intrude."

Harris stepped aside and waved her in. "Please, you are not intruding. Come inside."

"Thank you," Talia said. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out some documents.

Harris shut the door behind her. He lowered his head and checked out her ass. He got an idea. Harris told Talia to come to the living room, squeezing past her to lead the way, making sure to brush his crotch against her ass.

"What's your name, honey?" he asked, flicking through the papers. He paid no attention to the wording, instead staring deep into her eyes.

"Talia," she replied, adding a nervous giggle.

"Are you new? I mean, I would definitely remember someone like you. You stand out compared to all the other associates at that beige factory." Harris then handed back the signed paperwork, making sure to touch her hand.

"Thank you," Talia said, now playing with her hair. "I started a fortnight ago."

"That's nice. I think we're all done here. But..." Harris then backed away and walked into his kitchen. He returned with a bottle of red wine. "I was just about to open this 2009 Vega Sicilia Unico. It would be a shame to drink it by myself," he said, smirking at her.

Talia shook her head but then smiled back at him and said, "One glass."

Harris laughed and raised a finger to her. "One glass. While I open this, please make yourself comfortable."

Talia nodded and took a seat on the sofa. She leaned to her side, looking into the kitchen, watching Harris with his back to her, pulling two wine glasses from a cabinet. Watching him drop a white pill in one of the glasses. Talia sighed; he didn't need to do that. They were going to fuck anyway. She had read that he liked to pull this move. She had hoped that the constant smiling, low-cut top and letting him touch her without hesitation would make drugs unnecessary.

Harris then joined her on the couch, handing her the glass he had spiked, and Talia took a sip. They started talking, first about law school, then work, and finally moving on to her goals. Talia would have been impressed by his slickness if he wasn't trying to drug her. How he focused the conversation on her, playing the attentive mentor who could help with her career. All she needed to do was to spend her evenings with him.

"Sorry," Talia then said, placing her empty wine glass on the table. "I am feeling very hot." She took off her blazer, her tight black tank curving around her breasts.

"Perfect." She heard him mutter under his breath. "Another one?"

Before Talia could reply, Harris took her wine glass and returned to the kitchen. She caught him again, seeing his reflection slip another pill. She rolled her eyes. Again, he didn't need to do anything. She was laughing at his quips, resting her hand on his thigh, and leaning in to show off her large, milky breasts.

He returned, stopping off to turn on the stereo, playing soft jazz. "Here you go."

Talia shook her head and placed the wine glass down. "I do not need to drink anymore... wine." She stood, annoying Harris. "I really enjoy this music. It has been a while."

She slowly swayed her hip, humming along to the notes. Talia closed her eyes and rested her head back. She then twisted her shoulders, thrusting her breasts in Harris's direction. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape; he never had a girl have this kind of reaction. Talia ran her hands up and down her side, stopping to cup her breasts.

Seeing him look back at her, stunned, Talia leaped onto his lap. She pushed his head up and planted her lips on his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and after going stiff for a moment, Harris responded. His arms tightly wrapped around her ass, squeezing it. She let him play with a body for a while, having the usual parts groped.

Talia broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, grabbed Harris's belt and unbuckled it. "Thank you for your offer. I really want to show my appreciation," she said, pulling his cock out.

It was a good size, just above average, and thick. She glanced up at the older man; he had a smug look on his face. Talia could tell what he wanted, an Ingénue. Someone to teach and exploit, then discard. She lowered her mouth and gently licked the tip. Talia looked up again, asking him if she was doing a good job with her now big blue eyes.

Harris nodded and said, "Come on honey, take me inside."

She nodded and slowly swallowed his tip. Lightly sucking the head, Talia waited for Harris to get frustrated. She would pull out his dick and kiss up and down the veining shaft, stopping at the tip. Then Talia would engulf the tip and gently suck before pulling his cock out again. Harris grunted, rolling his eyes.

"Bitch," he muttered.

Harris placed his hand over the back of her head and started pushing Talia down on his cock. She choked and gagged, slowly taking his shaft inch by inch. She closed her eyes, puffing her cheeks out, holding Harris's prick deep in her throat.

"Now fuck my dick!" Harris ordered.

Talia looked up and nodded, mumbling something. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She got more into it, soon frantically slamming her mouth up and down on his prick. She had her eyes closed, slurping on his pre-cum. She could feel that he would explode soon and Talia couldn't have that.

She firmly pulled his hand off the back of her head and slid off his dick, leaving a long trail of spit. Harris winced at her firm grip, surprised by it. But seeing Talia grinning back at him, he stayed calm.

Standing up, she swayed her hips again, not relying on any music. Talia reached for the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it over her head and away. Underneath that, she wore a bright red bra that didn't cover anything. She then reached behind and unzipped her skirt. When it dropped to the floor, Harris saw she wasn't wearing any panties. Small tufts of hair sat above her clit. Talia leaned forward, pushing her tits together, giving him a spectacular view of her cleavage. She unhooked her bra, revealing her massive milky tits.

Hearing him moan and shaking his head, Talia kept the tights on. She leaped on the couch but ignored Harris. She leaned over the armrest, raising her ass up in the air. Talia looked over her shoulder at him and blew a kiss; this needed to happen soon.

With another smug smirk, Harris unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall. For a man in his mid-forties, he had a decent body. He slid out of his pants and underwear getting back on the sofa. Staring at Talia's perfect ass, he raised his hand and slapped it across her cheeks. She groaned loudly, hoping that was what Harris wanted. He spanked her ass again, enjoying himself way too much.

"Oh," Talia moaned. She then looked over her shoulder, pouting at him, hoping he would get on with it already.

Harris lowered his hand and slipped it between her legs. With no hesitation or some teasing, he slid two fingers deep inside her. He thrust his fingers for a few moments, groaning; this young lawyer was unbelievably wet and hot. Harris was worried he could get third-degree burns from her pussy.

"Please... please... I need your dick, sir," Talia said between moans.

Harris groaned, loving her use of a title. He lined his cock up against the slick opening of her pussy, no discussion about a condom. He then drove his thick dick deep inside her. Talia cried, feeling suddenly filled. With no time to acclimate, Harris fucked her hard. She felt so tight and, again, inhumanly wet and hot. Her cunt instantly clamped around his tool, caressing his shaft with every stroke. Harris grabbed her perfect round ass, digging his fingers in the soft flesh, increasing his tempo. Talia pushed her ass back, having gotten used to his rampaging cock, trying to meet his every thrust.

"Oh Jesus... oh Jesus... oh yesss..." Talia cried out in a high-pitched tone.

"You like that, honey? You like Daddy fucking you?" Harris barked at her, relentlessly ramming her cunt.

"Yes Daddy!" She whimpered, knowing that would make him cum quicker.

Talia covered her mouth, shaking her head and started trembling. Her muffled screams reverbed. Harris ignored her, slamming his pulsing cock deeper. His thumb was close to her asshole, which made him smirk. He edged it closer, brushing the dark star. Talia moaned, maybe sounding like she approved. Harris pushed his thumb inside her asshole, quasi double-penetrating her.

"Oh yeeeeeesssssss..." Talia cried. The sensation of her ass being violated while having her cunt being pounding, it sent her over the edge. She went rigid and then shook. She screamed again, her pussy erupting and hot slick juices flooding out of her.

Harris slowed down, feeling satisfied; maybe she didn't need the pills? But he still wanted her ass. Hopefully, she would let him have his way. He still had more wine.

"Baby, that was something. How about we experiment?"

She knew what he wanted, but there was no time. Talia reached behind herself, grabbing his throbbing cock and pulling it out of her dripping pussy. She flipped onto her back and grabbed Harris. With a strength that scared the older man, Talia tugged him down, wrapping her legs around his waist. She squeezed her thighs, pulling Harris closer and pushing his hard cock back into her soaking pussy.

"Oohhhh..." Talia groaned, arching her back, enjoying being filled again.

She pulled down on his neck, shoving his face into her large tits. Harris kissed and suckled on her nipples while Talia rested her legs on his shoulders. Surprised that a woman could be that flexible outside of porn, Harris relentlessly fucked her. He would pull his cock; his shaft slick with Talia's copious juices and then slam it back in. She would cry and shudder.