Author's Note:
The following is a work of fiction, the premise for which was actually inspired by a real funeral I attended recently. There I saw an older man whose phone kept pinging over and over to alert that he was receiving either text or WhatsApp messages. I was told he worked as an Uber driver for a living and the idea for the following story was born!
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Picking Up Laura
Chapter 1:
A Five Star Passenger
As soon as I first set eyes on Laura, when I picked her up that night in late February 2022, I knew she was going to be wild and fun. You may well think that is just something people say in stories, but trust me, after driving a taxi for almost forty years, and then transitioning to working for Uber for these last few too, you really do learn to pick up instantly on your passengers.
After having had literally thousands of people ride in my back seat, I have become very good at judging them. I can usually tell from one glance if the well dressed, middle class looking woman with the expensive business dress and wedding ring, is secretly gagging for some guy to just fucking drill her into a dirty mattress in some rundown motel. I know that sounds crude, but honestly speaking so am I.
You see walls come down when someone is in the back seat of a taxi or as is happening more often these days grabbing a ride from Uber. Things they'd normally keep private get said on phones to lovers for example, because the driver up front doesn't know them nor is ever likely to see them again. It's like a confessional I guess, there is that separation that allows people to be truthful without fear, and I truly believe half the time the passengers forget you're there.
Several times I even got a show as I drove my passengers to their destinations. A horny couple who just couldn't wait would forget all about me up front and just get down to it, eager hands would find their way between thighs and moans would start to ripple out of their mouths. I can't say I ever complained either, especially as I got older. Seeing some hot sexy young girl, or thirty-something woman, getting her cunt fingered in the back of my taxi and hearing her crying out... that's a fine way to pass a few minutes on a long shift. It is a perk of the job, that's what I've always said.
The night I got the Uber app alert that there was a pick up fare outside The Lux nightclub for me, I was sixty-eight years old. That is retirement age here in the UK, but I didn't plan on quitting any time soon. I actually enjoy my job, and there are perks to it, such as the one I previously described just now, so I am happy to keep going, and every day for the last eight months have I been thankful I made that choice.
I pulled up to the big neon lit club at just past midnight. I've never been a big clubber myself, even in my early years, of course when I was young back in the seventies there weren't any big fancy places selling cocktails at ridiculous mark- up prices, like there are today. Back then I got all my entertainment in the pub or at a disco, it really was simpler times.
I knew my fare was someone called Laura Baker, who had a 5 star rating and she wanted to be taken from The Lux nightclub to an address on Victoria Street, a trip that would take around fifteen minutes, but other than that I had nothing else to go on. I'd just have to wait for her to approach and give me the right name.
In the meantime, as I waited, I scanned the crowds all milling around the taxi ranks waiting for their own rides. There was the usual mix of drunk peacocking guys in their multi-coloured shirts, all looking for someone to take home for the night, and the drunk, half dressed, women all too willing to let them slobber over them for some free drinks.
I wondered if any of them was Laura Baker. I hoped she wasn't the blonde who was standing a few feet away, she was not going to make it to the end of the road before she threw up judging by the way she was swaying, although she had a great pair of tits that were threatening to spill from her tiny boobtube top that struggled to contain those big fleshy mounds of male fantasy.
A little further away there was a sexy little brunette, she wasn't drunk to look at her, and I was looking intently because she was currently making out with another girl. Their hands were all over each other, and I can tell you my cock started to twitch and grow as I watched her squeeze the other girl's arse. I may be old but I'm not dead after all, and watching some twenty-something year olds kissing and grabbing the soft perky parts of each other's body is certainly going to get a response in the trouser department.
I avidly took in this free show, normally you have to pay premium prices to watch something this sexy, so I wasn't going to miss out now. I grinned as the girl the brunette was kissing slid her hand up and grabbed her tits. I wished I was her right then, she looked to have a nice set of B-cups on her, the tight green dress she was wearing certainly made them look appealing, not too big but so shapely and yet to succumb to age and gravity.
So engrossed in this little show was I in fact, that I didn't realise my car had been approached. I jumped a little when I heard a tap on the side window and had to quickly compose myself before I wound it down.
"Eric picking up Laura Baker?"
I heard the question but was taken aback by the one asking it. It was a girl, early twenties at the most I'd say, slim and very attractive in a very natural way that meant she didn't need any makeup to pull guys, although she was wearing some that night. Her lips were plump and her cheeks were high, her nose was that cute little sort that makes girls look vaguely pixie-like and her slender pointed chin helped emphasize the illusion. Her brown eyes caught me as having a glint of naughtiness about them, the way she looked at me just seemed to be suggestive. The most striking thing I noticed though was her hair, she was a redhead but not ginger, this was much more darker and vibrant than that, and I assumed she must have dyed it this more rich shade.
I've always been partial to redheaded girls. Both of my wives had been ginger, and of all the women I'd ever hooked up with I'd say close to half had been too, so given there isn't that many in the UK should tell you I certainly have a type. So seeing this gorgeous young girl with her deep red hair cascading over her right shoulder from a ponytail she had it tied in, I was certainly happy I was on the job that night.
"Yes, that's right," I said finally after having a quick approving look at her cleavage that was right there in front of my eyes as she leaned down to talk to me through the side window.
"Great, I'll just jump in the back," she smiled, her face lighting up as she did so.