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."