First Time Out

Within a minute a taxi passed me on the other side of the road, travelling at speed. It went all the way round the roundabout and stopped beside me. It was the same driver. Through the window and in broken English he said, "You man or woman is it?"

In a moment of brutal honesty I replied, "I was born a man but tonight I'm a woman."

There was a slight awkward silence and I couldn't read his expression but he didn't drive off so, determined not to miss the moment again, I just blurted out, "Uh, would you like a blow job?"

He thought for a second before saying, "How much init?"

Whoa, that really took me by surprise. Here was my chance to be a whore and actually receive cash from a cabbie instead of the other way around. I was perversely flattered that he'd pay me for sex but I didn't feel like a whore. I was dressed way too classy for that. No, I felt like a lady. A sexy lady who just wanted to please a man. Besides, he had been kind enough to offer me a lift home. So I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Nothing. I just want to."

I thought it was a pretty good deal but never-the-less he upped the stakes, asking, "You do anything else?"

Ooh, the smooth talker! That was music too my ears so I replied, "I've got condoms and lube."

He simply said, "Get in."

Out of habit I climbed into the back seat. I could have got in the front but was glad to be in the back. It made me feel more ladylike and special, especially as I sat there being chauffeured with my knees demurely together and my handbag clasped on my lap. He radioed back to base and made up a story about taking a fare to a local village which would take him thirty minutes or so. (I don't know how he covered for that later but maybe he did end up paying for me after all?) As he drove he asked me a few questions like, how old I was and if I did this often. I told him I was 42 (tee-hee) and that this was the first time I'd ever been outside dressed.