Cabby Convention

"You know, I have just the thing in mind for you."

He throws you off his lap and pulls out his cellphone. From the rapid clicks you can tell he's texting. What and to whom is a mystery. He begins to adjust slightly and you hear the shutter click of his phones camera. Camera? Looking down you realize your shorts are still at your knees and that new pussy is open to display. Clutching your knees together and wrapping your arms around yourself in a defensive posture, this is getting scarier and scarier.

"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I... I've never done..."

"Whoa... you're a virgin? That changes things!"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah, it's now $200 each for this!"

"Wait, wha?..."

You can barely get out your question before his cab lurches forward and he speeds off. He reaches down and puts a pincer like grip on your ankle, hoping it'll keep you from trying to run off.

"Lots of us get screwed out of fares. So we are going to get our pay back from you. Sit quietly, it'll only hurt if you try and fight us."

Holy shit!