I decided a few years ago that driving a taxi wouldn't get me too far in life. I was a middle aged man that had no big breaks in life. I barely passed high school and I dropped out of college because I couldn't afford to keep going. After college I picked up so many dead end jobs that I lost count and so I developed a new plan. It had been formulating in my head for years. I decided that I should buy my own taxi and begin to freelance. Sure I knew how the regular taxi thing worked. I had worked for taxi companies before. But I also knew that I had to have some help, some people to fund me. So I approached some of my friends that I knew would agree to my idea and they were my first clients, on the house of course.
During the day I would drive around my taxi, deal with the usual creeps and assholes, collect my tips and fare and then end my day there. But at night there was something totally different that I had in mind. There were so many fantasies that guys had that of course I couldn't bring them all to fruition, but I could help some of them. I always had fantasies about driving around, looking at women on the sidewalks and in the restaurants and then bringing them into my car to fuck them. Other guys had to have this same fantasy. And so started my new company.
I found new clients everywhere. Of course I had to be careful because what I was doing wasn't exactly legal so I started with friends. Then these satisfied friends would tell friends and they would tell friends and so forth. It was very profitable. I would pick up my client and than drive the streets. I wouldn't pick up any woman flagging me down unless my client approved of her. You would truly be amazed at how little a lone woman thinks about getting into a cab. Oh well. Once we picked the 'customer' up I would drive my client to wherever he choose, usually somewhere dark and quiet, and than I would drive around until he decided he had enough of the woman we had picked up. At least half of the woman were already drunk out of their minds and fully participated, others needed some encouragement. Either way it was great work; I made a fortune, I worked my own hours and I got a free show.
Sometimes the clients even let me get in on the action. I wasn't afraid that I would get caught because we always drugged the woman before and afterward and she just woke up in a park, or outside her home. She just thought that she was hung over, etc. I've had some great clients and customers. Let me tell you about one.
One of my first clients was a guy named Ned. I knew him through one of my friends. He was about 32, a little over 6 feet tall, and was lean and muscular. Not a bad looking guy, I thought. I was surprised he even needed a service like mine. But like I said we all had fantasies. He had dark brown hair and light grey eyes. I picked him up outside of his house around 9 o'clock that night.
"Ok, Ned, the first thing I need to know is what you are looking for so I can help you look."
Ned was relaxing in the back seat and answered rather quickly, "I would prefer her young, maybe in her early twenties, rather small and delicate. I want her to be a woman, to be feminine. None of those women that look like they could pass for men from behind."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. What about physical features? What color hair? You a leg man?" I questioned.
"I'd prefer dark hair, and she needs to be in shape. Nice legs of course, but I also want a woman with great tits." He motioned with his hands.
I nodded and said, "Ok, we'll start looking around and see if we can find anything that you'll like."
We looked around for about 30 minutes before we finally spotted someone. She was just saying good-bye to some of her friends outside of a club when we pulled up. She waved my cab down and I eagerly pulled into the spot. I looked back at Ned and he nodded, agreeing that this was the woman.
"Hey! Thanks so much, it's pouring out and I didn't really want to stand outside waiting for a cab. You had perfect timing!" She was a beautiful girl, around 19 or 20. She had long silky black hair and when she looked up you were stunned by the blueness of her eyes. She was small, maybe only 5'1, with a delicate build, but her tits strained at her tight white shirt. Her short flowy skirt showed off slim legs. I grew hard just looking at her. She didn't seem nervous when she saw Ned in the back. She greeted him, who was now sitting next to her and than recited her address, not knowing what was about to happen.
A few minutes passed while the girl, Nancy, talked about the bad weather and her classes at a local college. Ned was listening closely but was slowly moving closer. He laughed at one of her jokes, and placed his hand on her bare knee. She smiled at him, and made another comment. She was obviously already a little drunk and didn't really notice as Ned began to rub his hand from her knee up to mid-thigh. He slid his hand around to cup her thigh in his hand and she began to notice.
"Um, Ned? What are you doing?" She giggled.
"Just seeing how soft you are." She laughed and as he bent his head down she eagerly met his lips. I watched in the mirror as the two of them made out. I drove out past her apartment and continued on down a road no one used. I heard heavy breathing and looked back again to see that Ned was massaging Nancy's tits through her shirt and her skirt was up around her waist as his other hand gripped the back of her neck so he could control how deep he wanted the kiss. He removed his hand from her neck and slid it between her thighs, rubbing her through her panties. It was at this point that she seemed to realize what they were doing and where they were.
