Silver Screen Express Ch. 22

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.

To my friend tjbt1234, this is for you. Enjoy!

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Los Angeles, California

Sunlight pouring out from the sky would've blinded anyone looking directly up, as no clouds were hanging in the blue sky on this late summer day. David gripped the steering wheel of his van, making a quick left turn through the streets as he sighed in relief and kept his eyes locked ahead to the street in front of him. It was a blessing to have the air conditioner fixed in his gold van again. He had to fill out the usual paper work with the Silver Screen Express company to go over repairs, but that was all fine for him. The only bit of sadness that filled him was knowing that his van would soon be replaced as the company was spending more money on bringing in a new line of vehicles as the older vans were beginning to wear out.

He could've argued with the executives that despite their age, the vans could be fixed up, refurbished and would still run just as smoothly, but it was no use. At the end of the day, he was just a driver and it didn't matter of his age or experience, the higher ups and managers weren't going to listen to him. They would see him as nothing more than the driver he was, as David wasn't in a position of power at the work place. The true reason he didn't want to let go of his van had to do with the memories that had been made in the back seat. While he had his diary entries written down back at home, there came a specific satisfaction with cleaning cum stains from the black leather seats in the back and reliving those memories with each time he had to do it. A new van would take away the sentimental element of still driving this one, but David would get over it eventually.

At least for the time being, he still had the van and the air conditioner was blowing with power after a hot and sweaty day that had been written down in his diary. Kelly Brook had left quite the impression on him last week, as it wasn't often he landed a famous British woman as a passenger, let alone one with giant tits that could match the amazing Lucy Pinder whom remained as his favorite passenger going back previous years. Perhaps he would get lucky again, but at this point in time David had hit the jackpot one too many times with famous babes whom he had created a history with. Maybe that was why he had went through a drought period for most of the past two years, or maybe not. One way or another, he had a silly way of justifying it in his head as he was making his rounds during the day awaiting passengers to call in for a ride in the Silver Screen Express service line.

Taking another turn through the streets, David was headed directly into downtown L.A. when he glanced to look at the clock on the digital console of the van. The time only read thirteen minutes past two PM, a proper time past the afternoon when the heat of the day was at it's strongest. Last thing David wanted to do right now was venture outside of his van. He had already made the stop earlier a few hours ago for lunch break after having three passengers in the morning hours to start the day. All three of them were quick drives from Beverly Hills to the airport, but only one was generous enough to tip him a few hundred dollar bills after having a friendly conversation regarding music. Not all of his passengers liked to talk, but after years of working at the company and his previous job as a taxi driver, it was still in his nature to look for a discussion.

In front of David's vehicle had turned a similar black van moving at a slow speed. He let out a sigh, realizing he would be stuck behind this van for a bit of time before the next intersection when he could make a turn. Afternoon hours in L.A. were always full of busy streets, but all David was waiting on was a call from the dispatcher for a quick pickup. It had been over an hour now. The last call he had was met by a different driver, so hopefully he could make one last pickup for the day before the evening hours when he had to prepare for a drive back home. Tapping his foot down on the floorboard, he let out another sigh as he so desperately wanted to smash the horn and let the driver in front of him know how aggravating they were to move at such slow speeds. As he sat behind the wheel of his van almost to the point of frustration, the dispatch radio went off calling in to him with a female voice from the other line.

"David, do you have a fare at the moment?"

Grabbing the walkie-talkie, David pushed the button down as he replied to Brooklyn.

"Hey Brooklyn! I'm driving all by myself at the moment. Do you have someone waiting for a pickup?"

"As a matter of fact, yes I do! There's a Miss. Jones waiting at the L.A. Plaza Park. She asked specifically for you."

"Oh really? I'll be on my way there soon."

"Be on the look out for a woman a black shirt and blue jeans, that's the description she gave."

The walkie-talkie clicked and then David hung it up back on the console. He smirked to himself, as this had not been the first time a female passenger called asking specifically for him. His thoughts had already begun roaming over who this 'Miss. Jones' could possibly be. Perhaps today was another special and lucky afternoon, just when he thought it was going to be a drag to get through. Brooklyn had been one of the new dispatchers who was filling in for Richard, not that David could complain as he hated dealing with that smart mouthed young man. Adjusting the knobs for the air conditioner unit, David thought of his passenger in the following minutes. It was no telling how long she had been outside in the blazing heat, so he wanted to make sure the van would be comfortable by the time he made his stop.

Plaza Park was a short drive, not a place that David had previously made many stops in the past years but it was easy to remember in terms of passing. Traffic had been backed up a bit but only so much to delay the drive for another minute or two. Making for good timing, David began to glance around towards the statue that sat in the small park area as he looked for his passenger. An older couple of two men sat on a bench, one reading a newspaper and the other glancing around in a pair of sunglasses. David looked out of the passenger side window as he pulled up to the curb and soon spotted what must have been Miss. Jones. A short woman in a black shirt and blue jeans waved. Sunglasses covered her eyes and then she came dashing towards the van, stomping her shoes to the point that he witnessed her breasts bouncing within what must have been a tight shirt. David smiled, rolling down the passenger door window with his right hand over the console controls.

"Hi, Miss. Jones I take it?"

"Are you Mr. David?"

Her voice came out with a thick British accent. The woman stood, pushing her sunglasses above her eyes, tucked into her long shiny brunette locks of hair and offering a grin. Her eyes were revealed in a chestnut brown hue, dark black mascara and eyeliner around them. Below her face, he couldn't help but notice an odd lacy collar over her neck as a piece of attire. A purse was attached her left shoulder, dangling down from a gold chain connected to it. David couldn't help but return the expression, nodding at her.

"Yeah, that's me. How do you know about me?"

"A special friend of ours, I'll tell you about it when I get in."

He laughed, pointing at the back seat with his thumb.

"Well hop in, babe. Tell me where you need to go and I have to tell you the initial fee for this ride is going to be five hundred dollars."

She stopped herself, reaching into her purse and then David spoke up.

"Wait, you don't have to pay me yet. I have to add up the costs of your destination, so if you wanna wait first, you can."

"Okay, that sounds easier."

Flashing her teeth in a smile at him, she gave him a wink and then began to strut her hips in a slow walk to the back door. David pushed his left hand down over the console controls on his door side, rolling back up the widow on her passenger side front door. His eyes glanced up at the rear view mirror above, watching the light shine in from the left side as the back door came sliding open and she entered. Given her overall attitude so far in the first few minutes of this meeting, he was confident that this woman didn't request him as driver for a simple ride across town. The door slammed shut and Miss. Jones was now in. Once she sat down, her hands grabbed at the sunglasses, removing them from her head all together and then placing them in her purse.

"I think you forgot to tell me where you wanted to go, Miss. Jones."

"I need to go home to Hotel Indingo and please call me Rosie. That's my name."

"Ah, Rosie Jones is it?"

"Yes! Does that ring a bell for you?"

"Hmmmmm, I'm not quite sure. Hotel Indingo isn't far from here, I know the place."

David's reply made her grin from the back seat, flashing her teeth as she propped one of her legs up and sat back directly in the middle of the black leather seats. He switched gears and drove the back into the streets with a bit of traffic in front of him. David couldn't wait to begin a conversation with this woman. He spotted the smirk on her face upon his second glance upward into the rear view mirror.

"So, you called for me specifically huh? I take this isn't your first ride in a Silver Screen cab."

"No, it's not. I've heard a lot about you though."

"Oh, have you? Please tell me, cause I can tell from that cute accent of yours, I don't think you're a local around here."

"I'm not, I'm from England."

"Yeah, I could've figured that."

Rosie laughed at his comment. David had to suddenly slam on breaks after crossing a turn in the street. A man on a motorcycle had come out in front of him, quickly speeding past another car that was ahead.

"Damn idiot! Gonna cause a crash doing stupid shit like that!"

The sudden event outside the van had alerted Rosie as she glanced forward, but David carried on where he had left off in his speech.

"Sorry about that. Gotta watch these morons out here driving like they own the road."

Leaning up from where she was sitting, Rosie ran her hand through her long brunette hair. David had to slow down after picking up the speed, soon halting the van's movements at a red light. He took this as a moment to continue his speech since Rosie had remained quiet in the passing seconds.

"So how did you hear about me? It's not often I get a call from a female passenger who wants a lift. I mean, I've got my own ideas here but I wanna know."

She laughed at him before replying.

"You have your own ideas huh?"

"Uhhhh, yeah. You see, a woman like you who has heard about me, I can only guess that it was something.... good."

Stumbling on his words, David couldn't help but grin to himself and try to hold back the laughter. In his mind, he could only guess that another famous British woman had told Rosie about him. For now, all he knew about her was her name and pretty looks thus far, but listened to her reply as he navigated the streets ahead.

"Well, you wouldn't be wrong about that. I have heard quite a lot about you from a friend of mine."

"Was it good things you heard?"

"Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmm."

From the rear view mirror hanging above, David was able to witness Rosie biting down on her lower lip as she replied in a low, almost seductive tone. The light turned green and again, he resumed driving the car through the streets. This was too easy for him to guess, as of how she heard about him. His mind went back to the last British woman he had fun with seducing in the back of his van; Kelly Brook and her amazing busty body. That was the name David expected Rosie to eventually mention, but for the time being he attempted to change the subject.

"So what do you do out here in L.A.? Don't tell me you got on a plane, flew all the way out here from over the pond just to flirt with my silly ass. I'm just a cab driver for a private company."

"I'm here to visit a friend of mine."

"This friend wouldn't happen to be the mystery lady who told me about you, is it?""

Like before, Rosie giggled at his response before answering back.

"No, but I wish! She used to live here in L.A. some years ago but now is back home."

"So I guess this wasn't Kelly Brook then?"

Silence fell from the back seat as Rosie uncrossed her legs. When David glanced up into the rear view mirror, he noticed a shocked expression painted across her face. It took a few seconds before she replied.

"You shagged Kelly? Wow... When did that happen?"

Her British slang word had caused David to grin from the front seat. The thought had not crossed his mind that she already knew of his sleazy game as David was caught in the moment. He couldn't hold himself from bragging a bit.

"Just last week, if you want me to be blunt about it. I was having problems with the A.C. unit in this van. We were all hot and sweaty, but that didn't stop us from gettin' it on. I guess you're not a friend of hers? I figured it must have been her who told you about me."

"No, not Kelly but I know of her."

"You do?"

"Yeah, she is still one of the biggest glamour models back home, despite the industry pretty much collapsing. Kelly has always been something of an icon."

Something about the term of 'glamour model' had caught David's ear. As he had to make a sharp turn in the road, he replied to her.

"That's funny, she didn't tell me she did glamour modelling. She said she was a model, but I wasn't paying much attention. I take it you used to be involved in that industry at some point?"

"Yes! Do you remember a woman you once had as a passenger named Lucy Pinder?"

And there it was, a name that made David's heart beat begin racing at full speed. He had to breathe as he gripped the steering wheel tighter beneath his fingers.

"Oh fucking hell, seriously? Lucy is your friend? I could never forget that woman. It's been some years and I'm still thinking about her."

Rosie erupted in laughter, leaning forward in her seat. She finally took her purse off and tucked it down on the floorboard below.

"Yes, Lucy! She has told me all about you, Mr. David."

"Really? Did she tell you that I gave her a free ride for flashing her tits to me?"

"Oh yeah, she told me a lot more than just that. But if you had Kelly in the back of this van last week, I've gotta imagine you're a lot luckier than I originally thought!"

They both laughed together at her words. David couldn't help but think to himself back to his memories with Lucy Pinder. Of all the famous women he had the pleasure of driving around and having affairs with, Lucy had left a strong impression with memories forever burned into the back of his mind. As he starred forward into the windshield glass and looked at the back license plate of a red Ford car in front of him, David couldn't stop himself from reminiscing all the memories of that day with Lucy. The thought of sitting in the back seat with her down on her knees, his cock stuffed between those magnificent legendary, titanic sized breasts. Among the thoughts, he could still remember the tone of her sexy, smooth heavy English accent. Rosie's voice was a gentle reminder of what a weakness a British accent was to him.

"Lucy told me all about you, on more than one occasion over the past few years. It has made me curious."

Her words snapped him out of day dream.

"Did she tell you that I called her a dirty bitch?"

"Mmmhhhmmm, that she did."

After replying, Rosie leaned back in her seat, still smiling. David could see the edges of her pearly white teeth in the distance from the rear view mirror. At this point, he had considered a detour route, as what had become common with a passenger like her who played into his lustful games. Rosie continued on from where she left off in speech.

"It's a shame neither of us are modelling for a good lads mag anymore, cause Lucy has told me that story many times. We liked to make up sexy stories that they would print as columns next to the photographs in those magazines."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, you could've become famous, at least for a magazine story printed next to some sexy pictures. Lucy would've probably wrote some silly story about how her tits got her a free ride in a taxi cab or something."

"That sounds like more fun than the tabloid papers here, I'll give you that."

"Well, it basically was tabloid stuff we would make up for the mags. The editors liked a bit of cheeky stuff to go along with the photo shoots."

"I can't say I blame them. Having seen Lucy fully naked in the back of this van... well, I think you know what I mean."

David chuckled after his reply. He had not given much thought to how Lucy explained to him how lads magazines and glamour modelling worked when he met her that day. How could he when he had her body all to himself that day? As he moved his hands across the steering wheel of the van and made another turn, he began to think of a route for a quiet spot to take Rosie. It was evident that she wasn't in the back of this van for a simple ride back to her hotel. David could sense she wanted a similar adventure to what Lucy had received upon their meeting. The time had come for him to finally offer her a deal, as had become trademark with a lovely woman in the back of his van.

"Alright, I'll tell you what babe. Since you were looking for me today, I'll offer you the same deal that I told Lucy when she had her ride. I'll make this a free ride if you flash me your boobs."

"Deal! I was waiting on you to say it!"

Rosie giggled and then grabbed the ends of her black shirt. By the time David glanced up into his rear view mirror, she had pulled her shirt from over her head and now was playing with her bra. While her breasts were not massive, they were still at a nice plump size. David would soon know as she undid a button in the front of her black bra, pulling it apart to reveal her busty chest. She smiled, flashing her teeth as she shook her tits.

"Oh, fuck... That's a nice rack you've got there babe."

"Thank you! I know they're not as big as Lucy's but-"

Cutting her off, David spoke over top of her.

"No no, don't compare yourself to her. I like what I see. You're cute, babe but I'm not sure why you would want to take your clothes off for a sleazy driver like me. I mean sure, Lucy told you about me but you had no idea what I looked like until today."

"Let's put it this way, I like adventures with... sleazy old fuckers like you. From what I've heard about you, I figured I'd take a chance since I'm in L.A. for the next few days. I can already believe Lucy had no reason to exaggerate her claims."

She reached down and untied her white sneakers, pushing them off until she was in nothing but socks. David continued to drive as he heard a button pop undone connected to her jeans. Normally, he would say something, especially with a woman like her calling him such a name but for now, he played it cool. When he glanced back up into his rear view mirror, Rosie had taken off her jeans and tossed them to the floor below. The socks she wore were high expanding below her knees, apart from them all she had on was a black thong stretching over her curvy hips and that silky black collar around her neck. Rosie turned around in the seat, propping herself on all fours to push her buttocks out as if she were modelling for him. David noticed it upon another glance into the rear view mirror and then spotting a tramp stamp tattoo just above her ass.

"Nice ass. I don't remember telling you to take your clothes off though."

Rosie began to roll her hips, twerking her buttocks and forcing her firm ass cheeks to lightly clap together. She waited to answer him back.