The Taxi Fake

This is a chapter from a larger work as yet unfinished. The larger story has a killer mixed in with the company who provide this service and an investigator and his vanilla wife who go in search, together with the consequences.

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The taxi was booked for nine thirty. Accountant Casper Lenin and his wife Addy stood outside waiting. They had been drinking since seven and now both were feeling a little more relaxed, but only a little. It was Saturday and the city was busy. Neither stood out even though they had both dressed for their night with particular care. Casper wore brown shoes with dark jeans. His shirt was pale beige with a colourful flower print motif. It was a slightly off beat style for an accountant but one Casper liked to wear. He had dark hair that was longer on the top and short neatly trimmed facial hair. Casper was slim and attractive with a boyish charm. Addy had linked her husband’s arm and stood him close to him as if she were standing out of a cold wind though it was a warm night and she had no need of any shelter. Addy stood out. She had long straight blonde hair platted at the back, a slim and friendly face with blue eyes and smooth light skin. She wore a white dress to mid thigh that looked thin in the street lights.  It overlapped down the front and hugged a very slender, almost slight figure.

‘So tell me again,’ she asked, ‘What exactly is going to happen?’

Casper and his wife had been through the details on a number of occasions but he knew that Addy was nervous and he wanted to keep her calm. He could feel it in the way she had clung to him all night, craved attention and now gripped his arm as time ticked on and they waited for the taxi’s imminent arrival.

If anything Casper was happy to go through it one more time as it  excited him to talk about and to envisage it all becoming reality very very soon. He didnt think that Addy would back out now but how relaxed she felt might decide how far she went with the journey that they had embarked upon.

‘So the taxi is due to arrive any minute now.’ He felt her body tighten against his. ‘The driver we have chosen…’

‘You have chosen.’

‘The driver we have chosen…’

‘You.’

‘Is of a more mature age.’

‘I’m twenty four Casper. The man you have chosen was chosen because you want to see me,’ Addy quickly checked around them, ‘do stuff with an older man.’

‘You didn’t argue.’

‘Well I should have,’ she smiled sheepishly when she said it and pulled on his arm.

‘So, do you want to know what is going to happen?’ Casper didn’t need to add ‘or not.’

Addy looked at him in mock disdain. ‘I suppose I better had,’ she said.

Casper let a group of slightly drunk women pass giggling to each other.

‘So the driver is going to talk about another customer who was due to pay a large fare, but who got that bill reduced. You might want to ask how they did that, and perhaps ask if we can reduce our bill as well.’

‘So what do I have to do then, after that?’

Again Addy knew the answer to her own question but Casper played along, happy to talk about it. Feeling a little nervous now himself.

‘Nothing you don’t want to Addy,’ he said.

‘I know. I understand all that but what sort of thing will he want? What’s ok?’

‘I think he will just talk, like suggest stuff and if you’re okay with it that’s fine. You can do what you think might be nice. If not that’s okay too.’

‘But what sort of stuff should I do though?’ Addy’s voice was more demanding now.

Casper turned and hugged his wife closely. He wondered if she could feel the election he had.

‘I don’t know the answer to that Addy.  Maybe just see how it goes. It’ll be hot just watching him with you even if you don’t do anything in the end.’

Addy bit her lip as she leaned into Casper.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean it will be exciting to watch as he tries to persuade you to do things. Even if you refuse. It will be such a turn on to hear him say dirty things to my naive and beautiful young wife.’

Just then a long black Daimler with tinted windows pulled alongside. It had taxi livery on the doors and a light on the roof that only looked a little out of place on such an expensive car.

The window was open.

‘Mr and Mrs Lenin?’  The driver asked. Addy’s heart skipped a beat.

The guy was older but pleasing to look at. His face was slim and had very masculine angles. His skin had a weathered, rough look to it and small freckles dotted his cheeks and forehead which wrinkled as he smiled. His eyes were a sharp grey and sparked in the fluorescent light as he looked out of the car onto the street. He was wearing a dark coloured polo shirt and appeared to have broad shoulders though he didn’t look overly muscular. Addy guessed he was about sixty, maybe sixty five.

Casper nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Great. I’m Andrew.’

Andrew got out of the car and opened the rear door for the couple who stepped in, Addy sideways as her dress raised up her thigh. She smoothed it down nervously in the back. Casper got in after her. The car had leather upholstery and smelled expensive.

As they pulled smoothly away Casper and Addy tried to get comfortable in the way that nervous people do. Andrew looked at them in the rear view and smiled.

‘You two had a good night then?’

There was a pause as the couple looked at each other. ‘Yeah, thanks,’ said Casper.

‘You married?’

Casper nodded. ‘Ah ha.’

Andrew nodded back appreciatively. ‘You look good together.’

‘Thanks.’

‘So you want to go somewhere particular or shall I just drive around the city for a bit?’

Casper looked nervously at Addy who bit her lip and squeezed his hand.

‘Maybe, maybe just drive a bit,’ he said.

‘No problem Mr Lenin,’ said Andrew casually. ‘You two just relax and enjoy the ride.’

The car ran easily through the city streets. Andrew stayed close to the centre at first but then drifted towards quiet suburbs and greener areas after a time. Casper and Addy sat holding hands in the back, waiting. They both tried to look out of the tinted windows but kept returning to the driver. Someone who on any ordinary taxi ride would sit in obscurity almost had gravity on this one.

‘You know you two remind me of a couple I had in here a few weeks ago,’ Andrew began making his passengers jump a little. ‘Funny story really. They had been out for the night just like you two. She was also really pretty, just like you.’

Andrew looked through the mirror directly at Addy who felt herself blush.

‘Only thing was, after they took a look round the city and then I got them home, Well you wouldn’t believe it. The guy says he had lost his wallet and couldn’t pay. As if right?’

Andrew looked at them both in the mirror now. He could see they were nervous but the first prepared line was clear and he gave them time to respond.

In the back Casper gave his wife’s hand a gentle squeeze.

‘Oh, really.’ Addy’s voice tremored as she spoke. Then she quietly coughed into her hand.

Andrew smiled again. Addy saw his eyes on her once more. He waited a few seconds. Casper looked toward him but didn’t say a word.

‘Of course the fare had to be paid. That’s only right. One way or the other I have to get something for the service. So we worked something out, in the end.’

There was another pause which lengthened. Only Andrew was comfortable with it.

‘Did he find his wallet?’ asked Addy nervously.

‘Mmm, nope.’ Andrew replied. His tone was sharp.

‘Oh. How did they manage to pay then?’ Addy leant forward now. Casper was silent now.

‘Well I hope you guys don’t think too bad of me but I don’t do this job for free. I told the husband that one of them had to pay me somehow. I suggested to him that if he couldn’t pay then his wife would have come up with an alternative.’

Andrew slowed and stopped at lights. He looked into the mirror at the couple in the back.

‘What happened?’ Addy asked, her voice a whisper.

Andrew smiled. ‘So the guy had to sit there while his pretty girlfriend came and sat in the front with me. She paid the fare in full. Then I dropped them off at home. If I was a betting man I think that husband had his wallet on him all the time. Couples sometimes like to get a little wild on nights out when the drinks are making them feel good and they don’t want to go straight home. You know?’

Andy looked nervously and Casper and tidied her hair behind her ear.

‘I guess,’ she said.

‘Have you got your wallet tonight Mr Lenin, or is the night a little young for you two guys?’

‘I, I’m not sure, I…’ Casper faltered. Andrew looked at Addy in the mirror as he slowed again.

‘What do you think Mrs Lenin? You want to come and join me in the front? You want a free taxi ride tonight?’

Addy and Casper looked at each other. It was nothing more than a glance and gave anything away or indicated anything in particular. Addy then looked at Andrew in the mirror. He had nice eyes. Addy nodded.

‘Ah that’s great. Come on then, just climb through now while the traffic’s slow.’

Addy looked at her husband who seemed to have been caught in headlights. He looked like he was frozen by the shock of the situation and just looked blankly back waiting for his wife to decide what to do. The moment was frozen also. The decision momentous for them both. This was the exact moment in time when the brakes on a huge roller coaster were torn off and what seemed to be a dream was revealed to be stark and frightening reality. Hearts raced, adrenaline released in a deluge through them both as Addy was being asked to become the star of her own and very personal porn movie. They were both in a very sudden freefall. Addy hoped that Casper still wanted her to do this. Casper hoped that Addy hadn’t changed her mind. At the very moment they should have been talking they were not able to do anything but hope they were doing the right thing. They walked blindly and separately.

Then Addy slipped off the seat and moved very carefully from the closeness of her husband towards the control of the significantly older stranger driving them. She felt an attraction to him and an arousal that she hadn’t expected. Addy wanted to explore the feelings that had emerged and that meant leaving a place where she felt comfortable and getting into the front with him. She felt light headed and unsteady as she left Casper sitting alone in the back.

Stepping through between the seats was more difficult than it looked. Casper held his wife’s waist to help her until she was halfway and then Andrew took her hand in his as she tried to find somewhere to place her feet in heels. She had to kick them off. As she moved carefully through Andrews hand stroked around her waist onto her lower back and bum. His fingers curled between her round buttocks through her dress for Casper to see. Addy allowed it, or at least didn’t try to stop it. Soon she was through and seated next to Andrew looking nervous and tidying blonde strands of hair behind her ear again. Casper had watched Addy through and seen Andrew’s hand stroke down his wife’s body. He knew she would have felt it and that she had paid no obvious attention to what Andrew had done. It all sent a thrill through him. He hardened in his jeans.

Andrew didn’t falter. He looked Addy up and down.

‘You are even more beautiful than I thought.’ He was looking right at her but she couldn’t look back. She kept her gaze down on the dashboard. Her eyes twinkled though.

‘That dress looks amazing on you Addy.’ He used her name in a personal sort of way. Addy liked it.

His hand reached over and stroked the material of the dress high on her thigh and ran lightly down, across the hem and over the soft warm skin of her leg.

‘I love dresses that show of beautiful legs. It’s a shame some women cover them up. Legs are so attractive, especially yours.’ Addy sat still and allowed his gentle and almost intimate touch. She listened intently.

‘Would you show me your beautiful legs Addy?’

She looked at him briefly. Her gaze didnt settle. There was a pause.

‘Would you show me how beautiful they are?’

After another pause and then Addy reached down and lifted the hem of her dress a little. The sheen of her soft thighs shown slightly more.

‘A little higher.’ He encouraged her. Addy lifted the dress higher until it was only an inch or two below her underwear. She looked down at her legs. ‘There,’ she seemed to be saying. Andrews eyes gazed upon her face which he seemed to be trying to read. Then they moved to her legs which he seemed to be trying to study.

‘Your husband is a lucky man Addy. Now I want to see the things you keep only for him. I want to see why he is such a lucky man. First I want to see the underwear you have on. Why don’t you just lift the dress right up?’

Addy didn’t move and seemed to take a lifetime to consider what he had said and how to respond. Then in silence she gathered the front of the dress and lifted it as high as it would go while she remained on the passenger seat. It was above the front of her white knickers and showed the smooth and supple skin of her tummy to her spiralled belly button.

‘You are amazing Addy. Your body is fantastic, your figure incredible.’

She appeared to blush.

Casper remained shrouded in the back seat watching the two in front. Excitement, fear and jealousy surged through his body making him feel sick and overwhelmed. He struggled to remain still. Andrew saw his agitation.

‘I think your beauty is having quite an effect on the men in this car Addy,’ his chin pointed back towards Casper. ‘Not to mention those sexy panties and how tight they are on you’re slender figure.’ Andrew seemed to ponder for a moment. ‘I wonder if your husband might like me to stroke your beautiful legs.’ He smiled at her and she returned it though slightly more consciously, then dipped her head.

‘Can I touch you Addy?’

She looked at him from lowered eyes. Her hands had lowered and the dress covered only her knickers. If she gave any indication of what she wanted it was almost, if not, imperceptible.  Andrew’s hand reached out confidently and touched the tender skin of her thigh just above the knee. It then travelled slowly and gradually up until his fingers caressed the skin of her upper thigh. It then trailed slightly under the hem of her dress to the other thigh. Her hips twitched as his fingertips brushed the front of her panties ever so slightly.  Then the hand descended the other thigh just as slowly as if savouring and drawing the experience out, making it a delicious tease.

‘Why don’t you open those gorgeous legs a little Addy?’

He pulled lightly on her knee with his fingertips. The contact had neither the force nor the grip to move her leg on there own and yet Addy’s legs parted just enough to reveal the material of her underwear stretching down over her mound between her legs. The thin cotton was the only thing covering the most intimate part of her body and it revealed the alluring valley of her sex. It seemed neglectful that such a prized object could be left so vulnerable. Andrew’s hand dipped between her thighs and his fingers began to stroke gently along the groove of her pussy. Slowly, softly, from the nub of her clitoris and its protective hood to the wet opening of her vagina. Addy’s lips parted, her breathing slightly audible now. The soft material of her knickers allowing the gentle manipulation of her malleable sex. The warm skin easing under his fingers, wetting them through her underwear.

‘You are exquisite,’ he told her.

Addy seemed to respond.

‘I’d like to pull over somewhere a little quieter Addy. Do you want me to do that?’

Addy hesitated. The question gave her no room to hide. She had to tell him what she wanted now but she couldn’t look at him while she did. She nodded demurely.

Andrew pulled off into a tree lined street and then stopped under one of the trees where the street light was dimmed. There was nobody about. Casper sat quietly in the back. He was a passenger in the car and no more than an onlooker at whatever was about to happen to his wife. Only those in the front had any part in this now. Addy was the centre of attention. She sat waiting. Andrew looked at her for some time during which she looked down at herself, into the foot well on his side, at anything but his searching eyes.

‘I don’t think you truly understand what you do to men, how you can drive them insane with arousal. Your body is intoxicating. It excites me Addy. Do you want to feel how it excites me?’

She looked through hooded eyes across the small void between the seats, connected together by his arm, to his gaze upon her. She nodded, breathless now.

‘Give me your hand.’

Addy did as she was asked and Andrew studied it. His thumb toyed with her wedding ring as she watched. She thought for a moment he might take it off. Her heart pounded in her chest. He pulled her hand gently and she leant forward in the seat adjusting her position as she did. Addy’s head moved closer to his, almost touching. Casper couldn’t see exactly what was happening from the back seat. His senses were alive though and he listened intently.

‘There. Do you feel how excited you make me?’

Addy nodded timidly.

‘Feel it,’ he told her. They were both quiet for some time. Andrew looked toward Addy’s face and in turn she looked down at where her hand was.  There was slow and methodical movement somewhere between the two of them.

‘I want you to take it out Addy.’

She glanced up at Andrew and then seemed to remember Casper before looking back down.

‘Take it out Addy.’

There was the clink of metal and a zip, the dull snap of a button and Andrew, who was still facing forward, shifted. Addy stayed close to him. She had one hand on his seat and the other was in front of him where both of their attention was gathered.

‘Touch it properly now baby.

Addy looked down at what she was doing. It seemed to mesmerise her and made her breathing ragged and hungry.

‘That’s it,’ he said.

Addy shifted slightly and Casper caught a brief glimpse. He saw that Andrew’s pants were down. Addy had her hand there and was moving it slowly on him. She was caressing his cock, keeping him hard, wanking him off.

‘Do it harder,’ he told her. Addy glanced at him and then began to work her hand on him with more pressure. With her grip and movement on Andrew more pronounced Addy shook gently along with her hand.

‘Yes. That’s it baby,’ he told her.

His hand touched her back and stroked down over her bottom, now lifted off the seat slightly as she stroked his cock. His fingers caught the hem and raised it over her knickers until he could caress her bum firmly hindered only by the thin material of her panties. Then his hand moved up her back again, over her shoulder to the back of her head. It remained the for a few seconds as his fingers spread into her hair.  There was a moment of intent before it returned back under her dress to the softness of her bum.

‘Listen to me baby.’

Addy lifted her head and looked at him. Her hand still dutifully pleasured him but her eyes looked directly at his face. She seemed to like what she saw.

‘I want you to kiss me now. Not as you might a friend and not as you might kiss your husband. I want you to kiss me as you would a lover, you’re lover. Can you do that Addy?’

Her gaze lingered on his lips and her tongue licked her own as if she wanted to see what his were like. She nodded.

‘When you are kissing me I want you to think of what you are going to do to repay your debt. I want you to decide how you are going to make it up to me. Then I want you to do it. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ she said in barely a whisper.

‘Then kiss me Addy, and remember what you need to do.’

Addy licked her lips again. Her head was very near to his now and yet she still had to move a little closer until their lips touched. Her eyes remained open for moments after. The softness of her mouth caught on the roughness of his as her lips closed for the first time. Her lips opened again and pressed a little more firmly this time. Her breathing hissed against his. She could taste it’s warmth. When Addy’s mouth found his a third time her eyes closed and as her head tilted her tongue slid inside and she moaned at the feeling and the thought of what she was doing. She kissed a new lover.