Silver Screen Express Ch. 19

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

I've received many requests over the past two years to bring this series back and have long wanted to finish it off. Thank you to everyone for the support and kind words, I appreciate all the love and positive energy. This is the first in what will be the final chapters to David the taxi man's adventures. This story was partly inspired by Demi Rose's birthday photo shoot and given the hard times we're in, I agree with her in saying fuck coronavirus! Hope this story brightens your day, enjoy!

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Los Angeles, California

The daylight hours had come and gone, as the blackened sky had made it's welcome several hours ago. Beyond the darkness was the array of street lights and flashing headlights connected to vehicles passing through the street. Night shift had long been something David loathed, going back to his years as a cab driver in the nineties before his arrival in the Silver Screen Express company. His face carried a light five o'clock shadow of grey hair, as he had not shaved before getting dressed to go out for the night. A pair of khaki shorts, a white T-shirt and the usual flip-flops was still his casual wear. Saturday night made for an overtime shift, not the best way to spend a weekend but overtime pay was worthy. Driving through areas of L.A. during the night offered an unpredictable experience, at least that was how David remembered it from more than twenty years ago. There came a difference between driving a standard yellow taxi and the gold plated vans of a service that could've been dubbed 'Uber for the rich', as critics online had called Silver Screen Express.

Times had come to a change in the past year as the company had expanded their base of operations. CEO Gordon Harrison had spent a couple millions of dollars in his own money to expand the company with potential hopes for services outside the state of California. The fleet of vans had expanded along with the roster of drivers, proving that success had been made in the service that advertised solely to wealthy clients and rich socialites across Los Angeles. None of this mattered to David, who was still making most of his earnings from tips of his fares. His income from working on the clock had not changed and he couldn't complain with some of the tips that came in from passengers who had far more wealth than he ever would in his lifetime. Occasionally he had gotten lucky over the years with female passengers making up for his lack of family and relationships.

At forty-nine years of age now, David knew he would reach a milestone in age within a year and not have anything to show for it in terms of a family. His grey hair was a subtle reminder of such things, but he didn't feel any pity or disappointment for his life. L.A. had become his city, his backyard to explore and embrace. For twenty-six years now, he roamed the streets for a living in yellow taxi cars and later the gold metallic vans. He had lost count over the years of his passengers, only jotting down memories and notes in his diary back home of the most memorable encounters. With a nickname like 'David the taxi man', he had something of a reputation and possibly an urban legend among some social circles it seemed. All in due time to reach his middle age years, David didn't feel the disappointment of not becoming married or building a family. Most of his sexual encounters were in the back of taxi cabs and the gold van itself.

It was a privilege that after these past four years, David was still driving the same gold van from the beginning. Memories had been made in the back with cum stains that had to be cleaned from the black leather seats and a number of famed, unforgettable passengers. Before he joined the company, he had the pleasure of having a few fares here and there from the back of his taxis who were of some degree of importance. After joining the company, David felt some of his most lustful fantasies come true with women he never thought he would have the chance to win. Driving the vans had given the opportunity for a man of his working class background to mingle with those who came from a life of luxury. There was a stark difference from David's world and the one that they lived in, but while they were a passenger in the back of his van, they shared a temporary connection.

This had only been the first month full time for David working night shifts under the Silver Screen company. In the past over a few years ago, he had a few shifts in the later PM hours, but it was always a last minute schedule change. It was usually the result of one driver using their sick days or a van that had broken down requiring maintenance work. The latter was on rare occasions but never the less, times had truly changed. David had been taken out of his comfort zone working these late night shifts, but he didn't complain. In all due time, he was confident that he would be back in a morning to afternoon shift down the line. For the time being, he navigated the streets of Downtown L.A. while sipping on the straw connected to a white plastic cup. in his right hand. He made a wide turn down a road before getting blinded by a passing car on the opposite road with bright LED lights flashing ahead.

Upon placing the cup back into the drink holder, David heard the radio beginning to go off from the panel inside the van beneath the dashboard. The dispatcher was a young man, calling in to all drivers available around the Hollywood area. A woman that had already paid in advance earlier in the night was calling to request a ride after a previous driver had failed to show up an hour earlier. She was said to be waiting in the parking lot of a modelling agency building just north from where he was positioned on the streets. David quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and responded to the dispatcher that this fare would be his. The digital clock displayed the time past 11 PM, quickly approaching midnight hour as he began to navigate the short streets. Traffic around West Hollywood was always busy and the night hours didn't make much of a difference with the clubs all open and busy.

Picking up someone in the parking lot close to midnight was just another reminder of what weird things could occur in night shifts. David wondered to himself, as he had grown older through the years, it was situations like this that always made him uneasy during these hours of driving through L.A. Memories had been joggled through his mind of an incident a few years ago on a night shift when he picked up a special passenger that waited in the parking lot for his arrival. That woman had a special place in the back of his mind as she served for an entry in his diary of a wild adventure. It had been a long time since David had last opened the pages of that book and wrote down an encounter, but perhaps tonight he may get lucky. That was the least he could think to himself, as the night had already proven to be a boring one with only two passengers he had picked up hours ago, neither who left a tip or engaged in any witty conversations.

The dispatcher had informed David to be on the look out for a dark haired woman wearing a white robe in the parking lot. Just the description alone sounded odd to his ears, but he wasn't in a position to make any assumptions. Strange things happened in the night, including requests for pickups, as that was the only way he could wrap his mind around the events unfolding. Pulling through a street up, it didn't take him long to find the modelling agency from a large white sign with red lights hanging above in the darkened sky. The parking lot itself was on the opposite side of another building to a photography company. David remembered the spot, as it was once another business many years ago. A few vehicles occupied each row of the concrete black parking lot but from the distance, he witnessed his future passenger walking about. Slowing down, David flashed his headlights, blinking them to get her attention. When she came to a stop, he slowly drove towards her, turning to his right and rolling down the driver's side window so he could greet her with a smile.

"Hello there, Miss! Have you been waiting on a ride?"

She nodded, before looking up at with something of an expression of concern. Long brunette hair fixed up and parted down the side. The white robe covered what appeared to be something of a buxom figure, highlighted with a view of cleavage parted down the middle. David couldn't help but take a small look before looking back into her brown eyes.

"Yes, you don't look like the driver who dropped me off earlier."

The sound of her heavy British accent was much to David's liking. He shook his head at her.

"No, that's not me. I wouldn't have left you stranded out here. Hop in, I'll take you where ever you wanna go."

"Thanks."

Her pink lips curved into a smile before she stepped her way to the back door of the van. David soon heard the left side door sliding back for her to make an entrance. His eyes shifted to the rear view mirror ahead, watching as a black high heel stepped over the floorboard first before she climbed in. The robe brushed a bit, revealing some muscular tone to her legs before she climbed door and sat down over the black leather seats right in the middle. During the night shifts, David preferred to keep the lights on in the back of his van so the passenger didn't have to sit in darkness. With this lovely lady, he surely wanted to be able to clearly see her for the time being. He could tell from the way she carried herself, this wasn't the first night or day she had been inside a Silver Screen van.

"Finding yourself comfortable back there?"

She giggled, leaning up as she looked forward to the back of the front seats.

"Yes, it's quite cozy back here."

"I didn't get your name before you got in. I take it you are from England, huh?"

Nodding her head, she curved her lips into a smile before answering him in return.

"Yes, I'm from England. My name is Demi Rose, you may have heard of me before. I'm a model, but I am sure you probably guessed that given where we're at. What's your name?"

"David, that's what they call me. It's a pleasure to meet you Demi, I haven't had a British passenger in a long time, let alone one as gorgeous as you."

"Thank you..."

Not even catching himself already flirting with her, David was beginning to feel this was going to be a good night. Perhaps the night shift wasn't as intimidating as he previously expected the hours to go.

"So where am I taking you, Demi? From what I know, you've already paid for the ride in advance, so I can't charge you an initial fee."

"I was supposed to going to a party with my boyfriend, but right now I just wanna go back to my hotel."

"And where is that?"

"The Waldorf in Beverly Hills, do you know that place?'

"Ah, yes. I know it. I can take you there, no problem babe."

Shifting gears to the van, David slowly pulled back to turn the vehicle around while Demi sat alone by herself in the back seat. Beverly Hills wasn't far from the current position in West Hollywood. It would be less than fifteen minutes of a drive, perhaps slightly longer to make a few turns and find the hotel that she had spoken on. David knew from the Waldorf and her profession as a model, that this lady had a name for herself coming from money. That was obvious to him regardless, as deep pockets were required to pay fees for the Silver Screen company. While turning back into the streets, David was ready to pick up a conversation with his passenger in the back.

"So your boyfriend left you behind? That don't sound like a fun way to start the night."

"Yeah, he called for a van and then picked up another girl..."

Letting out a sigh, Demi carried on speaking.

"On my birthday at that. We just got done with a shoot and they leave me in the parking lot looking like a fool. He goes off with some tramp I guess he found here in L.A."

"Oh my, I'm so sorry to hear that. Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole, sorry if that offends you. It's your birthday, huh? You should be treated better on a special day like this."

"No, that don't offend me. You're right about that!"

David soon slammed on the brakes, pushing his left hand palm over the front of the steering wheel to blare the horn. He had caught a man running across the street in traffic, nearly causing an accident from the opposite of the road before he had dashed in front of the van.

"Damn it, get outta the fucking streets!"

Demi leaned up from her seat and began laughing at David's cussing. As he moved his feet down below over the pedals and the van began to move again, he chuckled to himself.

"Sorry about that, love."

"No need to apologize, that wanker shouldn't be running in front of traffic like that!"

Unable to hold back a hard laugh, David tried to concentrate on driving, but couldn't contain himself from hearing her use of the word 'wanker'. He could see Demi flash her teeth in a smile from the rear view mirror up above.

"What's so funny?"

"You called him a wanker. He didn't have his pants down wanking it, you know?"

Demi began to laugh louder than he had in the previous passing seconds. She raised both of her hands up to her mouth, still giggling as David came to a stop at a red light in front of them.

"Ohhhh, you must be one dirty old man."

With such a reply like that, David couldn't help but grin to himself up in the front seat of the gold van. Perhaps he had a chance after all to get lucky tonight, as he was taking a quite the liking to her so quickly. When the light above flashed green and he moved in traffic, David was ready to push some buttons and see how far he could take this conversation. The thought of a de-tour rate had already come to mind, being that they were already halfway to Beverly Hills in just a matter of minutes.

"Calling me that would be a compliment, love. So today's your birthday, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five, as of today."

"Your twenty-five? Damn, you're half my age. Wish I could be that young again. You're in the prime if your life, need to enjoy that time while you've got it."

Demi quirked her eyebrows up, looking ahead as if she knew he was checking her out from the rear view mirror hanging above. David had caught onto this daring facial expression she put on as he continued to drive through the streets and speak.

"I take it that today wasn't your first time calling for a Silver Screen van, huh?"

She shook her head, quickly replying.

"No, I've had rides in them before. I can say this is the first time I've had you as a driver though."

"Yeah, that has to be true, cause I'd remember your pretty face and that cute British accent."

Laughing again, Demi flashed her teeth.

"You don't get passengers from England often out here in L.A.?"

"No, it kinda depends. I've had a few of them over time, one lovely woman I can never forget who showed me quite a wonderful time. You see, if this was your first ride in a Silver Screen cab, I would've offered you a deal in payment."

Studying her from the rear-view mirror hanging above, David watched her make a curious smile across her face.

"Really? What kind of deal?"

Smirking to himself, David adjusted his hands over the steering wheel. It had been such a long period of time since he last spoke one of his favorite lines of seduction to a woman sitting in the back of his van.

"Well, you've already made your payment so it's probably a waste of my time telling you this. But if this was your first ride and I was your driver, then I'd knock off hundred dollars from your fee if you decided to flash me your tits. For women only, that's my deal I offer."

His eyes adjusted to the rear view mirror once again, always ready to witness the reaction across their face. Demi dropped her lower lip before giggling in that sexy British accent.

"Wow, you really are a dirty old man."

"Yeah, guess you could say I take pride in that."

Smirking to herself, Demi began to untie where her robe was carefully tied around her waist. David had not realized that earlier before she entered the van, but could now see where there was an outer pocket of the white robe where she had her phone tucked in. Once it was untied, Demi pulled it off and revealed what was a curvy and voluptuous body. David's jam immediately dropped as he realized she was only wearing a string piece bra and thong with leopard pattern over them. Every inch of her thick thighs and curvy legs on full display along with an amazing rack. The bra was too small to contain such giant all natural tits.

"Holy fuck! Look at you!"

As David sang words of praise between driving, Demi leaned up and raised her hands up to roam them through her hair while slowly moving her back to cause her large breasts to bounce around from within the string tied top.

"How's that for a flash to you, David?"

He didn't reply at first, only because he had to focus on the traffic ahead of him. Making a left turn, David glanced back up at the rear view mirror in amazement at her curvy body. Little could he have guessed what was hidden beneath that white robe from minutes earlier.

"Your tits are fucking huge and damn, you have one hell of a body."

"Mmmmm, thank you. But you haven't seen this yet..."

"Haven't seen what?"

Grinning up at the seats in front of her, Demi quickly got up from the seats and turned around. She shoved her legs together and leaned forward slightly so she could balance her thick rump into the air. David whistled upon sight at what may have been the largest ass to ever sit over the leather seats in the back of his cab.

"Holy mother of god... Now that is an ass if I've ever seen one and I've seen plenty of them."

It was amazing for her to turn around and show her thick ass to him without even asking. David was going to ask her to remove her bra and truly flash him with her boobs, but now his mind was wandering into other directions. Taking another left turn through the streets, he was already second guessing a temporary destination for the two of them. Time to find what he liked to call a 'little spot' off in the distance for some intimate fun together. He felt his chances were high of landing this high class model, not even taking into account she was half his age. Demi raised her hands up from where she remained positioned over the seats and then clapped her palms down over both ass cheeks.

"I take pride in my body. I mean, is this not the best ass you've ever seen?"

"I don't think I can argue with that and believe me, I've seen some big asses before."

"But none as good as this, huh?"

Biting down on her lower lip, Demi began to grind her hips and began to twerk. Her supreme sized booty cheeks clapped together, smacking into a rhythm while David continued to drive the car at a moderate speed. He could already feel the erection rising in the front of his shorts from the epic display in the back seat of his taxi van. After such a long time from his last experience with a special woman, it seemed his bad luck was about to change. He had already made turns in the roads to take a an alternate route away from her destination and it was now time to ask her if she would be interested in his kind of fun.

"I tell you what, babe. It's your birthday and your boyfriend is one sorry fucking loser to let you down and break your heart for some other slut today. He has to be a complete idiot to turn you down with that body and on your birthday on top of that. So I tell you what I want to do, I want to drive you to a nice and quiet spot... then hop in the back seat and have some fun with you. What do you think of that?"