It was 2 am and I was knackered. I'd been on since10 am the previous day and all I could think of was getting home to bed when the radio crackled into life. "Two four, do you read, over."
"Yeah Dave, I read you, log me off will you, I'm calling it a night." Two four, could you call in at Carnaby's on your way home and pick up a Mrs. Reynolds, she's heading in your direction."
"Roger that Dave, last one though, OK."
"Roger two four."
Carnaby's was the local nightclub and not the place to be at 2 am in the morning. I pulled up at the curb and shouted the name Mrs. Reynolds to my old friend John, the bouncer. "Hang on Mike, I'll see if I can find her." A few minutes later a tall well stacked blond bird in her thirties staggered out the door and headed towards the cab. Now I've always found that good manners produce bigger tips, so, I leapt out the car and opened the back door for her. She totally ignored me and just slumped in the back seat. She was wearing a lacy see through top with a sexy little black bra underneath covering her ample tits; this bird was well stacked. As she sat back, her little red mini rode up over her stockings showing a good amount of thigh. She followed my gaze to her lovely long legs but made no attempt to cover up. All the way home I kept glancing in my rear view mirror at this lovely creature asleep on my back seat and eventually angled the mirror so I could see her legs and panty covered pussy.
"Mrs. Reynolds, we're here," I said leaning over the drivers seat. She opened her eyes and peered into the gloom. "That's £5.60 please love."
"Wait here," she said getting out of the car. I watched as she fumbled for her keys before letting herself into the house.
I'd only been doing the job for six weeks and already I'd had three runners. Either they get out of the car and leg it down some ally or they go into a block of flats and you never see them again. It mostly blokes so when she hadn't returned after a few minutes I wasn't unduly worried. When she hadn't returned after twenty minutes I was pounding on the door.
"What the fuck do you want?" Oh shit, the front door was opened by a guy who looked like he was a body builder. He was easily two inches taller than me and I'm over six foot, his head was shaven and his massive arms were covered in tattoos. This guy had muscles on his muscles. "I'm sorry mate, but I've just dropped a lady off here and she hasn't paid me." The guy was wearing a pair of jogging pants and nothing else and it looked like he had a hard on. The way he stared at me I thought I was dead. "You'd better come in," he suddenly said. I wasn't too keen on the idea but if she didn't pay the fare it would come out of my pocket. He led me into the front room and there sprawled on the sofa with her legs wide open was Mrs. Reynolds. Her panties lay on the floor beside her, her blouse was off and her massive tits were hanging over the top of her bra. Starting at her high heeled shoes, I followed the black stockings all the way up those lovely long legs until my gaze settled on her smooth cunt, red and puffy as though she'd just been enjoying a good seeing to.