An Old Man

It only takes a few minutes before your car receives a new guest, an old man. He looks sweetly innocent, dressed in a khaki jacket and thick framed glasses.

As he opens up the taxi door he looks at you confused.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a passenger already," the old man mutters embarrassed.

"No, no, that's just my daughter. You don't mind if she's back there," your taxi driver shoots back.

He smiles pleasantly, looking at your youthful face.

"Not at all," he answers, back before sitting down.

"Elmar Street and Cole Ave, please."

"Sure thing sir," the taxi driver answers with a laugh. You knew the area, about a 20 minute drive.

"Sweety, why don't you tell the old man the services we offer at our taxi," your driver states, looking at you through the back mirror.

"Services?" the old man questions, looking at you again.

"Yes sir, we provide relaxation and entertainment services," you speak, nervously.

"What kind of services?" he asks again, definitely understanding what you were trying to imply.

"I can provide you handjobs, lap dances, blowjobs, and anal sex," you say, your voice almost whispering.

"Oh my," he says, his hand fidgeting in his crotch as if allowing his other head to do some thinking.

"How much for...."