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."
