A Taxi Driver Tale - Party Girl

I watch her tottering as she navigates the crowds that bustle along the busy pavement.

Before even noticing how unstable she was on her feet I had noticed the long black nylon clad legs in the first instance. Long slender legs that seemed to never end before meeting the ludicrously short skirt of a dark red dress worn under a black fitted jacket.

Parked on the side of the street I watch as a couple approach me, refusing eye contact I lock the doors and pull away from the kerb closing the gap between myself and the blonde with the legs as she steps unsteadily towards the edge of the pavement. Looking up she raises a hand as she recognises the private hire signs magnetically affixed to the bonnet and sides of the silver Mercedes saloon.

Drawing up to a stop alongside of her I drop the passengers window and lean across from my seated position just as she crouches, placing a manicured hand with long delicate fingers on the edge of the open window to steady herself.

"Can you take me home please" she offers reasonably coherently despite the glassy tired, drunken eyes set in her attractive features.

"Sure..." I offer without a moments thought "...where's home?"

"Gold... Goldburn Street" she offers slurring her words a little now as she attempts to concentrate.

"Jump in," I offer genuinely unsure of the address she requests, a matter of some confusion for me as I pride myself on my encyclopaedic knowledge of the City's streets and addresses.

Pulling open the back passenger door of the cab I watch as she clambers into the back of the cab, I am unable to keep my eyes of those legs as the incredibly short skirt of her dress hitches up as she settles on the leather seat and pulls the door closed.

As she sits back the sound of her phone ringing fills the cab. Frantically tapping at her pockets until she locates the device, I concentrate on pulling the cab away into heavy slow moving traffic cautious not to hit another vehicle or any one of the multitudes of drunken revellers who move between the slow moving cars. The chaos of the last Friday night before Christmas turns the City into a scene reminiscent of a zombie movie.

"Hey babe..." I hear her state into the phone enthusiastically.

"No.... No... I'm alright..." she states after a pause given that I can only hear one side of the conversation.

Conscious I still have no idea where I am heading but equally aware that I've at least a mile of excruciatingly slow traffic to navigate around the City's one way streets before it becomes a concern.

"I'm fine... I'm all right... I'm already in a Taxi..." I have no choice but to listen to her one sided conversation. Glancing back in the rear view mirror I watch how she slumps across the seat up against the passenger door as the central locking finally kicks in as I get the car above ten miles per hour for the first time.

"I... I dunno I just feel strange.... Not ill ill and not drunk... but just tired and sleepy..." she continues "...and I didn't fancy going to that Club anyways."

"You cheeky bitch...." My little blonde passenger chuckles sleepily "...I am so still a Party Girl... even if I am going home to be home alone."

Picking my way through the traffic with greater ease now, the inside of the car is intermittently strobed by the Christmas lights that hang suspended above the wet streets as I pick apart the pertinent facts I discern from her conversation. I glance back occasionally then set the heating in the back of the cab to its highest setting. A devious plan forming in my mind.

"No... no... no..." I hear her sternly offer as she sits upright a little, "...You listen to me Sarah Fitch you do not go home with that barman... do not... do you hear me?"

The potential sordid nature of the subject matter has my intrigue now.

"There's something creepy about him... and his brother..." my passenger warns on a frustrated tone, "...please don't do it Sarah... don't, do you hear me?"

I start to consider if she has any right despite her obvious concerns to tell her friend how to live her life or behave. My mind wandering to the situation I had found myself in only two weeks prior with the flame haired schoolteacher and her best friend taking a ride home in my cab. A dark grin passing my lips at the sordid way the night had ended.

"Sarah... Sarah... are you there?" my passenger frustratedly enquires, "Aww my fucking battery."

As I look back the glow from her phones screen has disappeared. I watch as she taps her finger repeatedly against the screen as if not believing the device to have run out of battery.

"Hey Mister..." the blonde offers leaning towards the thick plastic screen that separates the front and the back of the cab, "...Do you have a charger? ...and and it's getting really warm back here."

Pulling up at traffic lights I turn to look back at her, her face close to mine through the screen. Her eyes now narrowed and heavy looking.

"Haven't got a charger sorry." I bluntly offer as she slumps back once more on offering a disgruntled sneer but saying nothing further on the subject as she slips the little black jacket from her shoulders, wriggling and revealing her svelte body as she does so.

As the lights turn green I take a side road to lead us towards our destination, she is as blissfully unaware of the route we take as I am of the address she had previously offered to me. None of that matters heading out of the City I watch as she falls into a slumber induced by the amount of alcohol I assume she has consumed combined with the heat that floods the back of the cab.

I know my destination, by the time she comes around it will be too late. I tap my finger against my phone nestled in a cradle on charge, hitting a speed dial number.

"Hillview Hotel," the familiar gravelly voice offers.

"So, we're a Hotel now, are we?" I offer on a chuckle.

"Hotel.... Guest House... B&B what-fucking-ever," the voice on the other end of the line retorts.

"Well... Set up a room Santa's delivered early," I offer as I look back at the blonde passed out on the back seat of the cab.

I press my foot to the accelerator pedal, the diesel engine roaring under the bonnet of the Mercedes as I am eager to arrive at my destination.

**********

I watch as she finally stirs.

Stirs as much as she can given the heavy restraint that holds her in its grip.

Long navy black out curtains pull across the only window of the third floor room, behind them daybreak slowly edges around the gaps of the material. The room largely held in darkness all the same as I watch her, just as I have intermittently across the night.

There was more than alcohol in her system I had fast concluded. On arrival at the Guest House, I had been surprised but somewhat relieved when she had not come to even after being parked in the freezing temperatures for ten minutes with all the cabs windows down as I had smoked a cigarette. Another five minutes later after a certain amount of coercion Frank had helped me lift her lifeless form from the back of the cab and as I bore the weight of her upper body, he had carried her by her perfect slender legs up three flights of stairs to the cold damp dark bedroom that awaited her.

Her head moves first from side to side as she attempts to move her upper body, her legs those perfect slender long legs next pull at the restraints that fit tightly over her nylon clad ankles. As she slowly regains consciousness the blonde struggles in the darkness, her plight further exacerbated by the blindfold that sits tightly over her eyes.

"Wh... what the..." she offers in immediate panic.

I step forward my feet causing the floorboards beneath the threadbare dark red carpet to creak, as she hears my approach she falls still.

"Who's there... who are you?" the blonde offers.

Still fully dressed, other than her dark red heels, she lays across the bed on her back, her arms wrapped in the long sleeves of the short burgundy dress extend outstretched above her. Hands and wrists held the other side of the metal bars of the headboard in the merciless grip of a pair of steel handcuffs.

Her upper arms, chest and waist are held by thick black leather straps that run from under the mattress of the bed and buckle to her left hand side. Her waist to her ankles are restraint free, the spreader bar held between her parted legs may be unnecessary if only by virtue of the leather cuffs that hold her ankles on taught thick black nylon ropes to the legs of the bed.

Darkly in my boredom as I had waited I had decorated her and the bed, a string of flickering red, green, blue, and yellow lights thread through the metal frame of the headboard. A thick length of silver tinsel wraps her wrists and the cuffs that restrain them. With a second shorter length of silver tinsel tied in a knot over her left ankle.

"Where am I... where am I?" She frantically begs.

"It's not Santas workshop" I state as I come to stand at the base of the bed admiring my capture at such close quarters. "Can I just clarify that whoever put drugs in your drink last night it wasn't me... I'm grateful for their unwitting assistance... but it wasn't me."

She falls silent her head dropping back against the bare dirty grey mattress beneath her.

"Who... who are you?" she feebly offers her voice trembling on barely contained emotion.

"Full of questions aren't you," I offer as I kneel upon the bed. The moment I do she frantically struggles in her restraints, her slender body struggles, and thrashes. I watch her and mentally note the effectiveness of the restraints.

Dropping over her I clamp my hand over her petite jaw feeling the pout of her firm possibly enhanced lips against the palm of my hand, her body immediately stills her breath fast and heavy across the back of my left hand.

"I've been patiently waiting for you to wake... I'm not prepared to wait any longer."

The anonymous blonde little Party Girl screams into the palm of my hand finding her fight against her restraint once more. Her little black clutch bag still sits on the back seat of the taxi. Even as I had waited for her to wake, I had not been minded to retrieve the item or her redundant phone. I did not need to know who she was or anything about her as I had others who had come before her. This little blonde's attractive physical form was all that I cared about.

"Time for you to give me what I want," I sneer as she continues to thrash away under the strobing coloured lights that thread through the headboard above her.

"Perhaps I should have brought mistletoe to sweeten the deal."

Pressing up off the bed onto my knees once more I release her jaw as I shift my body position to kneel between her slender long legs held down and apart by her ankles. From just above her knees, I press my hands firmly up her legs my thumbs on her inner thighs as my hands slip up her legs the nylon hosiery feeling a little course given its dark denier.

"Please... please... please no..." she implores her head shaking, her face grimacing beneath the material blindfold wrapped around her eyes and the bridge of her nose.

Her pleas continue to fall on deaf ears as my hands meet and press over her pelvis her lips clamping on a grimace as I press my thumbs in unison over her cunt through her tights. Rubbing my thumbs with no particular finesse over her as her body falls still once more.

"Home alone for Christmas... that's what you told your friend," I goad her, silently cursing as I realise I reveal a detail that certainly links me to the taxi. "How's a perfect little specimen like you not got yourself a boyfriend?"

Her grimace clenches across her face as she lays there her breath quick and nervous as my thumbs continue to explore her through her tights.

"Is there something wrong with you... are you a head fuck... or are you just a whore who likes to put it about?"

"He... he finished with me," she blurts out, an angry raw tone to her words as she turns her head away to her right shoulder.

"Who finished with you?" I offer in enquiry as my thumbs now press into her body through the nylon hosiery, looking up I watch as her chest rises and falls beneath her tight dark red dress, pressing her upper body against the two straps that hold her to the bed.

"Scott," she offers stifling emotion not turning her head back towards me,

"Scott..." I repeat back to her, "...I can't begin to imagine who Scott would find better than you... but at least I now get to have you for Christmas."

My words serve to distract her as my hands pull her tights away from her crotch, pulling the thick denier garment apart in my hands I rip open the gusset of the black tights with relative ease leaving her exposed to me by the almost symmetrical tear I create as let go of the nylons.

"Don't... please don't do this..." she implores her head coming back towards me even though she cannot see me, "...please don't... just... just let me go."

As she speaks, I lower my zipper before then lowering my body in preparing to drop myself over her once more, looking down at her blindfold covered face as under the gentle strobe of the LED lights flicker across the headboard while I slip my erect dick through my open fly.

While she is unable to see what is playing out, she can imagine what is to come I have no doubt.

"You're all mine," I offer as l press my right hand up over her firm breasts beneath the dark red dress that clings to her slender body.

Hoisting the hem of the dress around her hips as I reach between our bodies Ito positioned my dick up against her with my left hand as my right hand slips from her breasts up over her slender long neck.

"Don't do this I beg you don't" she pleads on a trembling voice her wrists pulling the tinsel covered cuffs repeatedly against the headboard.

She gasps as she feels my dick against her, a soft whimpered little gasp that is muffled as she defiantly presses her lips closed on a tension that passes through her perfect body. Leaving the attention I pay her throat I press my hand back down her body pressing down onto her pelvis as I start to enter her.

Gaining entry was difficult, her entrance so tight as she desperately seeks to prevent the inevitable.

"You... you cunt..." she offers on a seething breath in response as her body continues to press rigid.

Withdrawing from my initial attempt at penetration I bring my left hand to my mouth and clearing my throat I spit over my fingers before rubbing mucus thick saliva over the tip and down the shaft of my now fully engorged dick that was now begging to enter her.

Reaching between those parted legs and the gap torn in her hosiery I press my fingers into her whilst laying back on top of her. My two fingers easing into her to the second knuckle as she cries out while I toy and spread the lips of her vulva. Repositioning myself as once again I press hard against her and begin to work my length into her tight young body.

"Oh my god... oh my god no," she cries out under the duress of my purposeful penetrative thrust.

Eventually after intense pressure I felt her body give. Groaning my myself as I enter her opening, as I slowly I sink the whole of my length and girth into her tight warmth with slow steady thrust.

"You're... you're..." she frantically whimpers.

"I'm inside you" I offer to verbally goad her.

The blonde takes as sharp an intake of breath deep into her lungs as she had since I had commenced.

Even with her legs parted as wide as I had positioned them, she felt so tight as I begin slipping back and forth in an attempt to stretch her body around me. My body presses down on her, as my arms slip up to grab the top of the mattress in order to pull myself up across the bed and impale her onto me as deep as I can.

The young blonde frustratedly and exasperatedly groans loudly over and over again as I eventually achieve full penetration for the first time. Her sharp pained cry towards the ceiling punctuating the feat I achieve. She was not naturally lubricated I accepted but as a result she felt so restrictive, so tight pulled around me like a vacuum.

"Scott hasn't stretched you out properly has he," I goad her further, feeling her tense even tighter.

Sunk deep in her now I quickened my pace, spurred on and with my own senses heightened. My illicit thoughts and her undeniable physical tightness combine to provoke me. Thrusting harder, penetrating her deeper and deeper with each harsh thrust, as my hands clench and grip her forearms tightly as I fuck her.

Finding purchase over her body I drop my head over hers and buried my face into the nape of her neck.

"You feel so good," I offer. "So, fucking good."

Pulling her down onto me as my left hand presses down over her bunched skirt and despite her resistance I soon make satisfactory purchase and achieve control over her body as I repeatedly thrust into her, impaling my dick deeper and deeper into her body.

"Fuck... fuck you," she breathlessly and abrasively snarls into my ear.

Realising there is nothing to be gained by prolonging my style. Hearing her words echo like encouragement in my ear I quicken my pace.

The lack of interaction from her prone body could feasibly extend the scenario that plays out. The manner in which I have restrained those slender long nylon clad legs irks me a little I long to grip the backs of her thighs, pull her legs around my waist.

As I feel her and use her body's tension in my minds eye, I envisage holding her ankles and bending her legs back as far as possible, a thought process that becomes overbearing.

She gasps as I pull from her, taking barely a moment, I hurriedly remove my already sweat soaked t-shirt as kneeling I reach to unbuckle the cuff that holds her left ankle to the base of the bed, before hurriedly turning to the same restraint over her right ankle.

Her chest rising and falling from my initial attention as I clench the steel spreader bar and begin to raise her slender long legs from the surface of the bed.

"What are... what are you?" she gasps.

The straps across her chest and stomach assist me as I bend her at the waist pressing her legs back across her own body bending her double contorting her into a new method of restraint as she seethes and gasps in a fresh far more uncomfortable position.

As I press the spreader bar back to the headboard her face contorts in discomfort. Slipping my belt from around my waist I thread this thick cord belt over the top bar of the headboard and the spreader bar between her legs, spiking the belt to hold her legs bent double as the loose end of the bely hangs towards her outstretched arms. Catching site of the tinsel wrapped perversely around her left ankle amuses me.

I feel her tense, her legs now unnaturally stretched out doubled back against her body, her lower torso bent back from her hips and waist raising the torn gusset and her tight cunt up off the surface of the dirtied mattress. My left hand presses against the back of her exquisite nylon clad black thigh as I press my dick back into her contorted body.

"Oh, my fucking god," she rasps as I sink back into her at a new enhanced angle of penetration, both my hands falling onto the backs of her thighs as I press her legs to her chest as kneel before her afforded a position of total dominance over her slender frame.

"Please... please..." she begs through gritted teeth and harsh breaths.

Her calves kick her lower legs a little but the belt around the headboard and the spreader bar serves its purpose, as effective is it is crude.

Feeling the increased tension, I quicken the pace of my hips from the onset my pelvis slapping against hers, my dick sinking deep into her tightness. I pull back then press forth spurring another cry of frustrated anguish as her legs lock out over her restrained body as my fingers dig into her nylon clad thighs.