The car was a brand spanking new Audi, with an all leather interior that smelt heavenly. I immediately slipped my jacket off and chucked it on the back seat. The dress had ridden up my thighs, revealing a glimpse of the white thong at the apex of my slightly parted thighs. I didn’t bother to cover up, because I wanted to please the punter.
“Make yourself comfortable. What’s your name?” he asked.
“Beth,” I replied, glancing along the contoured, polished wood dashboard, with its set of brightly lit orange dials.
We were on the move and I noted that a few flakes of snow had started to fall gently on the windscreen. He flicked the wipers a couple of times, while I twisted in the seat to give him a better view of the flimsy material that covered my bulging cunt. The traffic was slow in Soho and I was expecting him to find a back street where in a dark corner I could blow him, or treat him to a tight fuck in either orifice.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“You can call me John, Beth.” We both chuckled.
“Where we heading?” I probed, watching him masterfully control his flashy car. I put my hand on his thigh and he smiled at me.
“I can offer you £600 for the night, Beth. I’ll take you home in the morning.”
I had to think quickly because the traffic was speeding up. We were heading west toward Chelsea, which was one of the richest areas in London.
“I need to phone it in.” I said, starting to rummage for my phone in my bag.
It was the first time I’d been asked for an all-nighter by a crawler and I needed to let Dennis know what I was doing.
“No phone calls.” He said. “The £600 is in the glove box. Take it or leave it. I can drop you off here if you want to leave it.” He slowed down, while I opened the flap down lid.
I counted the £10 notes and found there were exactly 60. The sight of so much clean crisp money, eased my fears and clouded my judgement.
“Looks good to me. What do you want me to do for all this money?” I asked, folding the notes in half.
“What you’re good at, of course…”
I thumbed through the money and imagined that I could give him his money’s worth. He seemed like a nice guy, certainly one that I wouldn’t mind spending the night with.
“You can put the money in your bag Beth.” He smiled at me.
While I tucked the money away, I peered out of the windscreen to find that the snow was heavier. I didn’t recognise the road we were on, but I assumed we were still heading in a westerly direction.
I leant across and rubbed the bulge in his pants and was pleased to feel his erection through the thick material. Then I hooked my knee up, so he could gaze down at the straining fabric of my cotton thong, which was nicely displaying my cleft and bulging labia.
He made no move to fondle me, instead, kept both hands firmly on the wheel. Strange I thought, most of the punters usually wanted to cop a feel, as soon as I got in the car. Some guys were inside my panties before the car pulled away!
“I could blow you while you drive,” I suggested.
I wanted to give him his monies worth. He was very quiet, I thought. Maybe he just wanted to take me to bed for the night?
“No that won’t be necessary Beth, we’re nearly there.” This guy is very civilized and cool, I thought.
We pulled into a service road which was narrow and very dark. He stopped outside a double width garage and pointed a remote, prompting the aluminium door to lift to reveal an empty garage. John eased the car smoothly into one side of the empty space, before switching the ignition off and climbing out of the car.
“This way Beth, you’ll need your jacket,” he shouted.
I opened the back door, grabbed my satin jacket and slipped it round my shoulders. The main garage door had automatically closed, cutting off the biting wind, but when we left the garage through a back door, I was immediately buffeted by a fresh blast.
“Careful you don’t slip over,” he called over his shoulder.
A path led from the rear of the garage to the back of a tall terraced house. It was just a shadow, but I could tell the row of houses were four stories high and stretched into the distance in both directions.
I followed in the young man’s snowy imprints, nearly slipping twice in my stiletto heels. We entered the back of the house, through a glass panelled door I found myself in a large utility room that looked bare and unused. All the countertops were clear and the glass fronted cupboards were empty, but to my relief the house was warm and dry.
“You can leave your bag and jacket here,” he said, locking the back door and throwing the keys on the countertop.
I dumped my stuff beside his keys and couldn’t shake the feeling that the house wasn’t lived in.
“So?” I said, looking round. “Where do you want me?”
I guessed the young man was around 30. He stood 6’0″ tall, was broad shouldered and had a strong muscular build. His face was very smooth and his complexion light, so a faint two inch scar on his left cheek stood out and looked a little incongruous with the rest of his smooth appearance.