Driving a taxi is no way to make a living, but it's a nice way to pick up a few bucks on the weekends. And when business is good, it's almost worth the effort of hauling drunks out of your back seat, and depositing them on their front porches. I'd cleared over a hundred and fifty (that cold October night), and only had to physically remove one near-comatose body from my cab, when I decided to head for home. I informed the dispatcher of my intentions.
"Wolf, could you do one more run, before you go?" he said over the two-way radio, almost begging, "I don't have anyone else out your way."
"Sure," I said. Hey, I'm an accommodating guy.
"Thank you, car twelve."
He gave me the address, and a few minutes later, I was pulling into a very long driveway. I glanced up towards the house. A custom-built job; these people had money. Thoughts of the value of this particular structure flew out of my head, when I noticed the shadowy figure of a shapely woman, in what I guessed was the bedroom window. She was mostly backlit, but security lights outside illuminated her just enough so that I could see that she was in the altogether.
Hmm. I'd heard about the folks who lived here, but wasn't sure whether or not to believe it. Another driver, Bill, told me that he'd come to pick them up, and, instead of hopping in the cab, they'd invited him to watch them fuck. Bill left without a word. "Too weird for my taste!" he'd said to me. Personally, I thought Bill (if he wasn't making it up) lacked imagination.
I turned my attention back to the present, and to the window with the naked lady. She was dancing quite provocatively, and held something between her thighs. I could imagine what.
Stepping out of the cab, I walked to the door and rang the bell. I waited, then, after ringing a second time, glanced into the living room window, to see if anyone was coming. The gorgeous creature I'd seen, darted into the room, and lay down on the couch. She had thrown on a tee-shirt, but was otherwise still unclothed. Reclining on her back, eyes closed, she began rubbing her pussy lazily. Her long, luscious legs were spread wide, her wild raven hair spilling out over the sofa. I went back to the door, and rang a third time.
"May I help you?" asked the man who answered the door. He was dressed only in pajama pants. I couldn't help looking past him, to the woman on the couch. She was still rubbing her pussy, but pretending to be asleep. Neither one of them seemed to be ready for a road-trip.
"Um..." I began, "I have your cab ready," I finished lamely.
