Dave headed out to the taxi and started the engine. With a turn of the key his old black cab rumbled to life. He found comfort in the strange whirring sound and the vibration of the cab as it started. It should be a good night he thought to himself. He looked to the sky, it was a little overcast. He checked the weather forecast to see if they predicted rain. He reversed his taxi off the drive, as he slipped into first gear ready to pull off he heard a shout,
"Dad wait! Can I come out tonight?" his daughter called after him. Rachel had been pestering to go out to work with him for months. Dave had managed to put her off by suggesting the awful weather wouldn't make it a good experience. Thinking quickly, he tried to find an excuse to leave her behind. It wasn't that he disliked his daughter; it was that he liked to spend time on his own away from the family.
Unable to think of an excuse he turned his attention to what she was wearing.
"I can't take you out dressed like that" Dave said firmly. Rachel was wearing a green low cut top, which showed her small cleavage along with a short black skirt.
"Go and change into something a little smarter and I'll come and pick you up in about an hour" said Dave. It was the best he could think of, he knew he wouldn't find any excuse not to take her. This would at least get him some time to him self.
As Dave drove off Rachel returned to the house to change. He headed off in search of his first fare. Hoping to get off to a good start he headed down towards the theatre. He hoped there would be a couple of people who had had the odd glass of wine to many to drive. He saw an elderly couple as soon as he turned the corner, they flagged him down. Nice little earner across the town with a nice tip attached. Then a couple of short runs but the fares seemed to be coming thick and fast tonight.
Dave made another drop and was about to pull of when he heard Ride of the Valkyries playing. He picked up his phone, it was Rachel, he had completely forgotten about picking her up. He answered explaining how busy he had been and that he would head straight home to get her.
The curtains were twitching as Dave pulled up outside the house. Rachel marched out of the house towards the taxi.
"That's much better darling" Dave said commenting on her smarter appearance. Although now wearing tight black trousers and black shoes, Dave thought that the three undone buttons on the blouse wasn't really necessary. As he had already made her change and then forgotten about picking her up, he decided that now wasn't the time to argue about the amount of cleavage she had on display.
They drove off in silence; Dave could tell she was still upset about him taking so long to pick her up. As he neared the end of their road,
"Left or right?" he asked a game they had used to play when she was younger.
"What dad?" Rachel questioned.
"You heard, left or right? If you are going to spend the night with me you can earn you keep!" Dave chuckled.
"Left" Rachel said.
Dave turned the corner heading left. As he had hoped, the silence was broken. The game continued until an old gentleman flagged them down outside a social club.
"So is this your young daughter?" the man asked
"Yes she is Bob, how are you tonight?" Dave replied he could see a puzzled look on Rachel's face.
"I'm Bob, and you must be Rachel. Your dad is always talking about you." The man said to Rachel.
"Yes that's right, but I'm not so young, I'm 18" said Rachel.
"That's still young in my book" Bob joked, winking towards Rachel.
"Easy Bob" Dave interrupted.
Rachel enjoyed the comments made by Bob; it was nice to have someone saying nice things about her. Dave felt a little uncomfortable; it was his daughter that Bob seemed to chatting up. They reached Bob's home. Bob got his wallet out and paid the fare, he gave Rachel a little extra as a tip. Rachel jumped out to open the door for Bob. As Bob climbed out of the taxi he gave Rachel a firm pat on her tight little ass.
