I’m an Uber driver, that drives Escorts around… [MF]

Like most jobs, I fell into this job accidentally. I lost my full time job back in 2009, during the financial crisis. Like many other Americans, I was living the dream, thinking that real estate would always be there for me. But I was greedy, borrowed too much. And as you probably already figured out, it all came tumbling down when the dust settled. So my house was just being foreclosed on, I had just lost my job, and just started working as a driver for my friend’s car service. It wasn’t glamorous by any means, but hey it was a job and I was able to support myself.

When Uber’s popularity exploded, I became an Uber driver early on. It was fortunate for me, as Uber basically killed my friend’s business. Anyways, I’ve been Ubering for some time now, and one night I pick up this passenger. Young, smoking hot blonde, dressed to kill. I’m professional and polite of course, but she was drop dead gorgeous. As an Uber driver, I’ll play it by ear. Some passengers want to chat, some want the music on. Whatever they want really, I’m really an easy going guy. Anyways, the blonde is a chatty mood, and we’re shooting the shit, in typical Los Angeles traffic. We chat about whatever, music, concerts, what she does for a living. She’s a model, and she needs to get to a shoot. Odd… it’s Monday evening, and I’m dropping her off at a hotel. Whatever, I didn’t really care, we’re just chatting. Anyways, I do my thing, take some shortcuts, and finally get to the hotel. We say our goodbyes, and off she went.

A couple of hours later, I’m still Ubering, and I get a pickup at that hotel. It was the same blonde. Now, I’ve never picked up the same passenger before, let alone in the same day. What a crazy coincidence. We recognize each other of course, and just starting chatting again. I didn’t bring up the fact that I picked her up only a couple hours after her “shoot”, but whatever, it’s not my business. We’re chatting again, it just so happens that her best friend went to the same high school that I did (many years later). We developed this strange, weird rapport with each other, just laughing and chatting. Eventually, I dropped her at her apartment, and she asked for my number. Asked if I did any private driving on my own. Sure, why not? I needed to make money, mind as well cut out Uber as the middle man.

A couple weeks passed, and I honestly forgot about the blonde. Until one day, she texts me and asks if I’m available. I’m not really, but I make it work, and I pick her up. Again, she’s dressed to kill, and asks me to drop her at that same hotel. On the way over, she finally confesses what she’s doing. She’s escorting, and meeting a client. It was so matter of fact. “Hey, did you go to Coachella? “How about the Dodgers? “Oh hey, I’m an escort and we’re driving to meet a client, you cool?” I didn’t really give a fuck, so long as she paid and I didn’t get in trouble. So I dropped her off at the hotel, waited a couple of hours, and drove her back home. On the ride back home, I asked how did her appointment go. Fuck, this girl was kinky as shit. Without any filter, she explained what happened, what the guy wanted, all the details. Have to admit, I got rock hard as she was telling me what happened. After I dropped her home, I went back to my place, pulled up her Instagram and just jerked off to her.

Soon after, I fell into this role of being the blonde’s personal driver. At least when it came to escorting. She’d text me the details, I pick her up, drive her, wait around, and drive her home. She’d tell me about the date, and as I dropped her home, she paid me. I don’t know, there was this cuckold type of thing going on with me. But having this model, who just got freshly fucked, and telling me all about it was such a turn on. Like a taxicab confessions, for the older crowd reading this. Pretty soon, the blonde refers me to her other models, who are also in the business. Like the blonde, it’s all professional on my end. But picking up these women, knowing what was about to happen, was very erotic for me.

The craziest thing that happened. This brunette was a regular for me. Shy, quiet, but again really attractive. It was my 4th or 5th driving her, and I always stayed in the car during the appointment. But for some reason, she asked that I come up with her. Maybe she didn’t trust the guy or something, and thought I would be some protection. (Used to play college football) Honestly, I didn’t want to go up. But I would have felt horrible if I didn’t and something did happen to her. So I went. In the hotel, I was in the living room, just watching tv or playing on my phone. But the bedroom door was left slightly open. Enough where I saw everything. I saw this cute shy brunette get absolutely fucked and railed. Her fucking moans could fill an opera house. After they were done, the guy got dressed and bolted out of the room. The brunette was up, getting cleaned up, and called for me, since I had her purse. Fuck, when I came into the bedroom, I almost came right there. She had sexy lingerie on, heels, and nothing else. Wasn’t ashamed about showing off, that’s for sure. She asked for some help, which I gave, and we just walked out together. Like all the other times, while I drove her home, she gave me some details.

Today, I’m still Ubering. But I drive these women around very often. When I’m with them, I’m professional, polite. Not too forward, but just act as a sounding board (I’m a good listener). Each time I drop them home, I’m so horny and hard, I basically pull up their instagram and jerk off to them. Or if I’m just waiting in their car, I’ll pull up their instagram and see if they made a story or post about it. I just wish, that one day, after I drop one of these models back home, they would give me a special tip.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bij3xs/im_an_uber_driver_that_drives_escorts_around_mf