It was three weeks since Mark had dropped off Jen at her home. He well remembered how good it felt when she slipped his entire cock down her throat. He had almost cum in her mouth at the time but so eager was she to get fucked that she pulled him inside her with a ferocity he hadn't seen before or since.
After they had both cum she slipped off into dreamland and he drove off into the night.
Despite her promise of texting him when she next needed a ride, he hadn't heard from her. He even texted her to say hi one day but received no reply.
He had tried to get hold of Lin too. He fucked her when she ran out of money to pay for her ride to Scarborough a few weeks ago. She was happy enough at the time to tell him to call her when he wanted her again. When he did call, she put him off. After the second time of putting him off it was clear that he wasn't going to see her again.
So now he sat in his car with a frown on his face. Not only had he not seen Jen or Lin, all the rides he'd had in his Uber were not what he considered attractive in any way. Most were men and the women he'd picked up were just not what he considered attractive.
The whole situation was making him surly. After three weeks of no action he was as horny and frustrated as he had ever been.
His Uber app pinged then. Naturally the rider's name was John.
He sighed and swiped the ride request to accept, then put his car into drive.
Five minutes later he pulled up in front of a classy condo close to Square One. He sat in the circular driveway and stared into space until he heard his back door open.
When he looked in the rear view his eyes went wide. The woman settling herself into the back seat was in her twenties, dressed in very expensive clothes and made up like a super model. Her hair was a golden shade of blonde, perfectly coiffed and looked amazing. She was wearing a white peasant type blouse with pearl buttons and filigrees embroidered into it. Her skirt was dark blue and hung to about her knees.
She nodded briefly at him and sat back.
"I'm going to guess," Mark said, "You're not John."
She smirked and shook her head.
"Is that the name he used?" she asked, "That's funny."
Mark shrugged and the GPS showed him the destination.
"After we get there," she said in a business-like manner, "I'm going to ask you to wait for me. I'll need you to get me back here."
"You'll have to pay for the wait time," Mark said.
"I know," she said, "Besides, John is paying."
She smirked again when she said the name and Mark put his eyes on the road and drove.
The address was a nice split-level townhome in the west end. It was on a quiet street about two hundred yards from a busy byway.
"I'll be back," she said and slipped out of the car.
Mark watched her as she went to the door. Before she could ring the bell, the door was opened quickly and a man in his fifties wearing jeans and a pullover spoke to her urgently. She shrugged and turned to go back to the car. He called out to her and spoke again and she studied him impatiently. She shrugged again and pointed back at Mark's car and shook her head. He nodded in Mark's direction and she raised her shoulders as if to say she didn't know.
She walked slowly back to the car and Mark lowered his side window.
"What would you say if we asked you to just drive around the block for a few minutes?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" he said, "It makes no difference to me. The meter's still running. But it's nice to know where I'm going."
"It doesn't matter where we go," she said, "We just need to, um, use your back seat for a few minutes."
Mark sighed angrily and frowned.
"And then I get to clean up the mess?"
"There won't be any mess," she said, "If there is, I'll pay you cash to clean it before I get out of the car."
Mark grimaced and sighed again.
"And what will I be doing while you're using my back seat?"
"Watching? Driving? Jerking off? I don't care!"
"What about him?" Mark said, "Won't he care?"
"Honey, he won't be thinking about anything besides what I'm doing."
Mark rolled his eyes and nodded reluctantly.
"Fine, just don't make a mess."
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
"Sweetie, when I suck and swallow, there is no mess!"
Mark snickered and settled into his seat.
The woman got into the back seat followed by the man from the house.
"Oh Delilah," he said hurriedly, "You don't know how badly I've wanted this!"
"Sure thing Hun," she said, "Next time, make sure your wife doesn't come home early!"
"Yeah yeah," he said, "I know. Now let's get on with this!"
As Mark pulled away from the house he heard the sound of a zipper. In his rear view mirror he saw Delilah bend over John's lap. Then he heard him gasp. She made small slurping noises as she hummed. He whimpered a little as she started to get warmed up.
Mark tried hard to concentrate on driving. It wasn't easy. It was a good thing it was almost nine at night. There wasn't much traffic so he could sneak the occasional peak into the back to see her head bobbing up and down on him.
John started breathing more heavily and she started sucking in earnest. After a few more minutes he grunted and she moaned her appreciation. His hips bounced up and held there while she gripped his rod fiercely with mouth and hand. Mark heard her gulp a few times and then John sighed and fell back against the seat.
"Oh man!" he groaned, "No one sucks like you do!"
"I know," she said smugly as she wiped a stray bit of semen from her lips.
He laid back with a smile and she settled herself primly in the seat opposite.
"We can go back to his place now," Delilah said with an impish grin.
Mark nodded and retraced the route he'd taken away from the house. As they pulled up in front, the man was getting himself ready to jump out of the car.
"Aren't you forgetting something Hun?" Delilah said.
Mark looked in the mirror and realized she was talking to John.
"I didn't forget!" he said, "I left my wallet at home."
"What?" she said sternly, "That wasn't part of the agreement!"
"You'll get your money!" he said, "I just need to get my wallet!"
Mark stopped the car outside the man's house but engaged the child-locks. This prevented the rear doors from opening.
"How does she know that?" Mark said as he glared at the man in the back seat.
"What?" the man said and turned to look at him, "You stay out of this! This is none of your business!"
Delilah opened her mouth to speak but then closed it and watched Mark with interest.
"I make it my business when one of my customers is being taken advantage of," Mark said evenly, "So, why don't I go into the house with you? You can find your wallet and I'll deliver the money to her."
"You're not going into my house!" the man shouted.
"Fine," Mark said, "I'll just ring the doorbell and ask your wife for the money."
"What?" the man said desperately, "You can't do that!"
"Maybe I'll go ring the doorbell," Delilah said with a knowing smile.
"But—," John said helplessly, "That's—"
"It seems you've got two choices," Mark said, "I go with you or she does. I think my presence might be a little easier to explain."
"I thought you were discreet!" John snapped at Delilah.
"And I thought you were good for the money," she replied, "You do realize this is our last date."
"Aw, come on!" he whined, "Don't be like that!"
"It says right in my ad," she said, "No time wasters. Right now, you're wasting my time."
John grimaced and nodded reluctantly.
"Fine!" he said petulantly and then turned to Mark, "You come in and I'll get you the money. If my wife asks, I owed you for a football bet."
"Whatever works for you pal," Mark said.
He unlocked the back doors and got out. He followed directly behind John to the door and waited patiently for him to unlock it.
As soon as they were inside the foyer, the man pulled a wad of cash out of his back pocket and counted out two hundred dollars.
"There!" he said as he slapped it into Mark's palm, "Satisfied?"
Mark smirked and shook his head.
"If you had the money all along, why didn't you just give it to her?"
John shook his head and stared at the floor.
When it was apparent he was not going to reply, Mark opened the door and walked back to the car.
He got in and passed the cash to the woman in the back. She took it and regarded him curiously.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, "It was nothing to do with you. You could have just let him rip me off."
Mark shrugged and put the car in gear. He started driving back to her condo and didn't respond. He didn't even look at her in the mirror.
Truthfully, he didn't know why he'd done it. Probably because it seemed like the right thing to do. In a way it made him feel a little like a white knight coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress. But, he knew she was no damsel. Despite the good looks and expensive clothes, she was a hard bitten street girl. She was very successful and expensive. That much was obvious from her appearance. But she was a street girl just the same.
