Do you take credit card?

*****This is a stand alone short story, not part of the Uncle Jack series*****

**Premise:** what happens when you can’t pay your cab fare

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I put my hand out for Mr Kleinman, he’s got big hands and a firm handshake. He looks like the sort of guy you want to be in business with; clean suit, good smile and 30+ years experience in the industry. Today’s a big win!

“I look forward to working with you, Adrianna. I’ve already called Peter downstairs to fetch you a cab. We’ll speak soon!” and with that Mr Kleinman turns on his heels and walks back towards his corner office.

Once I’m in the elevator I can’t help but beam, I have been working on this project for months – all those late nights, thousands upon thousands of emails and I’ve finally done it! We’ve got an account with Kleinman.

As soon as I step out of the elevator doors I’m greeted by a well-groomed 20 something man with nice suit and phone in hand. “Ms. Marks, we’ve got a taxi ready and waiting for you. I hope the meeting with Mr. Kleinman went well?” I smile and nod at him, thanking him for his help. He guides me to the exit and opens the door of the taxi for me.

I give the driver the office address in Queens and he starts the meter. I glance at my Apple watch and notice the time – 4:12pm – fuck, I’m running late back to the office. Sylvia’s going to be pleased I landed the account but she isn’t going to be happy if I miss the meeting with Mr. Takahashi. Getting from the Financial District all the way across to Queens at this time? FUCK.

It doesn’t take me long to realise the heat in the back of the taxi. I look around and see the air isn’t even on. I lean over and put it on high and nothing happens.

“Air’s busted, lady. You could ride up front if you like, still works up here. You’ve still got about a half hour of your journey.” I debate in my head whether I want to bother sweating it out but doesn’t take me long to give in. I agree and he pulls over to let me out so I can get into the front seat.

Within 10 minutes I’m cooler and but still not relaxed, I know I’m going to miss part of the meeting. I’m tapping out a message to my assistant Mindy when I hear the driver give out a low grunt and mumble something about the bridge. I look up and see we’ve barely made it onto Brooklyn Bridge when traffic has come to a stand still.

“Accident. Might wanna sit tight.”

Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I speedily get to messaging work about the arrangements for the meeting (I always have a back up plan in place, it’s why they pay me what they do). I’ll ensure them that I can still listen in while in traffic – Mindy can set up an online link for me to join and I have my bluetooth in my bag.

I lean forward to grab my device when it hits me… I don’t have money for the cab fare. But it’s fine, right? Everyone has Venmo these days, there’s always a way to transfer money. I mean, who even relies on material currency now anyway?! I*t’s not like I don’t have the means to pay for it, I just.. don’t have cash.*

I bite the inside of my cheek, I look at the driver who at this point looks about ready to end his shift and go home. “Sir. Um, do you have Venmo?” he turns to look at me, his unkempt stubble making him look older than he probably is. “Huh?” I repeat my question praying he understands what I’m saying.

“You ain’t got money?”

“No, no! I *do* have money. Just.. not cash, sir. Do you take card? AmEx? Um.. can I somehow transfer you money for this ride?” I ask him imploringly.

“Lady, it’s cash or nothin’. You wanna get out here? I don’t want you wasting my goddamn time.” He grunts and looks back out the front, not like he needs to keep his eyes on the road, we’ve been at a standstill for at least 8 minutes. I open my wallet praying to the Gods I don’t even believe in that I have *some* money in here somewhere.. I pull out $2. This won’t cover anything.

I turn back to the heavyset man and ask again “Sir, I don’t have cash but I can’t get out. We’re on a bridge! I’m so late for my meeting which I need to be in… in like 3 minutes. I have to get to Queens. C-can I pay you some other way?”

He turns to me and looks at me. And I mean he really looks at me, his eyes moving from my face down my chest to my skirt. I feel disgusted.

“You wanna pay me how?” he chuckles and continues “you don’t have much to pay me, huh. You don’t even have much choice. You don’t wanna get out? But you can’t pay. So what to do?”

“Sir.. please.”

He squeezes the steering wheel with his left hand as he moves his body towards me, I smell the stale coffee on his breath as he laughs. “Princess, you gotta give me something or you’re finding your way off Brooklyn Bridge on your own.” his eyes wander back down me, resting on my cleavage. He sucks his teeth a little, then rolls his wet tongue over his bottom lip. “I think you know how you can still make payment.”

I don’t like his tone, I don’t like his implication. I look at the clock on his dashboard and realise I have 1 minute to join this meeting. I grab for my Bluetooth headset and stick it into my right ear, pressing the small button turning it on and connecting to my phone. I’ve done this manoevre so many times it only takes 15 seconds for me to establish a connection and I hear my boss through the ear piece.

I make sure I’m muted before I turn back to the driver, who at this point is still leering at my chest. “What do you want?” I say – I need to know in black and white exactly what it is the man wants from me.

***”Lady, I think you know exactly what I want.” his voice is rough but almost purrs.***

My heart is racing but I don’t think I have much choice. I stare straight ahead of me as I start to undo the buttons on my white blouse. My black lace bra starts to show as I reach the buttons by my naval. I don’t make eye contact with him but I can tell he’s happy by the way his smiles are almost audible.

I let him look, let him stare. Praying he doesn’t attempt to touch me.

“Keep going, lady. You can’t stop there.”

I snap back to him – “What?! I’m not – ”

He cuts me short “listen, you either give it all up or I’m kicking you out my fuckin’ taxi for wasting my damn time. Look around you, we ain’t going nowhere fast.”

I can still hear my boss speaking to Mr Takahashi, giving the pitch I spent weeks on.

I lock my eyes on the road ahead and start to take my 36B cup breasts out of their lace holders. Mentally trying hard to seperate myself from the situation at hand, I realise the feeling of exposing myself in public to a complete stranger.. feels oddly arousing. But hearing my boss’ voice on the other side is also helping me snap back to reality.

I suddenly hear a sound of a zipper being opened and I’m begging that this guy isn’t doing what I think he’s doing. But he is.

***I slowly glance over and see his chunky fingers fumble with his zipper and boxer shorts as he pulls out his fat, thick cock. This mother-fucker has a semi and he’s about to turn this into a real show for himself.***

He catches me staring “wanna taste, Princess?” he laughs loudly as he starts to pump with his fist. He takes his left hand and caresses his balls. I turn my eyes back to the road, not wanting to watch him.

Suddenly, I feel a warm heavy hand on my knee and hear him whisper “I bet you secretly love this, don’t you? I bet you do have money but needed an excuse to show me your tits. Girls like you always try to pull this shit. But hey, I ain’t complaining.”

He continues to stroke his cock, I can hear every movement he’s making, the little space between us confined within the front of the car and the plexi-glass behind us ensures we’re locked in this private bubble.

I don’t attempt to remove his hand from me knee. He takes this as an open invitation. How much of what he said was truth? *No, I don’t actually have money.* But do ‘girls like me’ actually like doing this sort of thing? It’s depraved and disgusting but do I see the appeal? Maybe? Fuck. I don’t want to be having this internal confliction right now. This man’s hand is travelling up my thigh and I have no where to fucking run.

“Spread ’em a little more for me, baby. Oh-ho! That’s it! See, I told you, you girls like this.”

His beefy digits continue to make their way up my skirt, until they hit sweet spot. His pinky is stroking the outside of my black lace panties **(I know, I’m a fucking narcissist, single but always wearing smokin’ hot matching bra and knickers)**.

He wastes no time in getting past this barrier, he greedily pulls the lace to one side and slides his finger between my lips finding my wetness. I shut my eyes.. almost enjoying what’s happening when suddenly I hear in my ear “Adrianna? Can you hear us? Do you have the figures for next quarters predictions?” I’m suddenly grounded, my eyes snap open and I reach my hand to my ear and click unmute.

Without trying to pant over the phone I say in my calmest voice “Hi everyone, yes – as expected the numbers look very good,” I reel off some data I’ve memorised (I told you, I’m good at what I do) and reply to the questions Mr. Takahashi has for me. The driver, on the other hand, has 2 fingers inside me now, making me slick wet with my own juices and I’m trying so hard not to moan or let out any indication that I’m being penetrated by a stranger in a taxi. His own hand on his meat continues to beat to a hard rhythm and sounds like he’s actually *enjoying* the risk I’m taking by staying on the phone to work while his fingers are deep inside my cunt.

Once done with questions and answers, I click back to mute and let out a very audible moan. I close my eyes as I feel myself so close to climax, my pussy tightening as I edge.

I can hear the sloppy smacking of his cock in his hand, I know he’s wet and ready to by the way he’s grunting.

My breasts bounce as I start to grind my hips against his fingers, inviting him even deeper inside me. My free hand grips the side of the seat but is immediately taken by the hand he was using for his cock. He takes my hand and replaces it with mine “keep going, baby” and I do.

His girthy, wet cock in my hand I pump him long, deep and at a steady rhythm. His heads tilts back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuuuuuuck”

I instinctly unfasten my belt and quickly lean over to him taking him in my mouth. He’s completely taken by surprise as he removes his fingers from inside me to place them on the back of my head helping me get take him all in.

His hot cum fills my mouth, ropes and ropes of it erupting from the engorged tip. I swallow, every drop. He’s breathing heavy as his cock starts to shudder and soften against my tongue. I ensure he’s cleaned up before returning to my original position, covering my breasts up and redoing my buttons on my blouse. I didn’t get my orgasm but hey, it’s not like I deserved it.

“What did I tell you, lady? All you girls love it.” he tucks his dick away as the car behind us beeps us to move forward.

“Looks like we’re moving again.”

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As I get out of the taxi, the driver hands me his card and says “in case you need a ride”. I look back at him, bend low to take it and smile, blushing. I don’t need to say anything else. I think enough has been exchanged between us.

I reach the 28th floor of the office building, exit the elevator and head to my office.

Feeling exhausted and worn out, I drop my bag on my desk and rummage throught it looking for gum. My fingers searching, my eyes light up when I feel something unexpected. I pull out a crisp $100 note.

Well, what do you know. Looks like I did have money after all.

*****all characters are 18+ years old*****

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v1lbv5/do_you_take_credit_card