In the Driver’s Seat With Felix

Once I saw that Jodie was safely between our Passenger’s legs in the back seat I put on my turn signal and pulled out into traffic. The dashboard display had our route mapped out but I wouldn’t really need to consult it until we got into the final stretch. For the moment it was just a short drive out of the hectic downtown to get onto the highway. A route I’d taken hundreds of times.

I could have driven it in my sleep.

Now there was a thought. It was amazing how wonderfully relaxing being a Chauffeur for EZcort could be. Even more so on those shifts when I took on some of the Attendant duties. Although to be honest, that was mostly Jodie’s domain. What can I say, my wife is just a lot better suited to pleasing people. I preferred to just focus on the road.

A CHAUFFEUR FOCUSES ON THE ROAD

“Are these balls full of the yummy, tasty cream I desire?” Her voice always sounds so sweet when she makes those plaintive cries. Most shifts I don’t pay attention to what’s being said. But still, things are going to be overheard. Unless of course we have a request for OBLIVIOUS CUCKOLD. Then I’ll have the radio cranked up and I don’t glance at what’s happening in the back seat.

Even then I still hear snippets sometimes. In the gap between songs, or if there’s a particularly loud moan. Jodie gets very talkative for those Requests but I can only hear a little. Sometimes she’s giggling and I hear things like, “he’s clueless” or “you’re so much bigger”. Sometimes she’s saying, “Stop, we’ll get caught” over and over, getting more and more out of breath as she goes on. The fee for that Request is higher but plenty of gentlemen have been happy to pay it.

This Passenger was having a nice little chat with Jodie. He would ask her questions about herself and she’d answer. There were occasional pauses with nothing but slurping sounds and maybe a bit of gagging, but I trusted that my wife knew what she was doing. She’s got such a professional attitude. And I needed to focus on the road.

A CHAUFFEUR FOCUSES ON THE ROAD

I took us up the highway onramp and the traffic opened up. I began to accelerate. Instinctively I would check my mirrors and blind spots as we weaved past the other cars and trucks. I was taught to drive defensively and I think that really pays of as a Chauffeur; plenty of Passengers have left positive reviews of my ability to navigate traffic smoothly and without any sudden braking. One of our regulars even said that he’d only ride with us after he was “nearly circumcised a second time” when a different Chauffeur had to slam on the brakes and swerve to avoid a collision.

He seemed upset at first as he explained it but then had a bit of a laugh. “Had to push this bitch off my Johnson before her jaw went tight. That always happens in a crash, y’know?” he was quite a character. I can’t remember much else about him. There were other things to focus on at the time.

A CHAUFFEUR FOCUSES ON THE ROAD

There’s a real peace and calm to being an EZcort Chauffeur. When I’m behind the wheel I’m not stressed about everything else in my life. I don’t stress about money because we’re earning good pay. I don’t stress about our shit-hole apartment because I’m outside in our decent car. I don’t stress about my marriage to Jodie because we are working together as a wonderful team. It isn’t like that at my day job. All I do is stress and worry about whether or not my hours will get cut, if my boss is gonna chew me out over every mistake, if I made the wrong choice choosing a trade school over university, if I’ll have the energy to clean up when I get home, if our landlord is gonna raise the rent again. If Jodie regrets marrying me. If she thinks I’m a loser.

I don’t have any of those thoughts when I’m a Chauffeur. No, when I’m behind the wheel for EZcort I’m content. And when I’m in the back seat, things happen that I don’t need to focus on right now.

A CHAUFFEUR FOCUSES ON THE ROAD

Before long I had us merging over to the exit lane and slowing down once more. The suburban streets were painted pink with the glow of the setting sun. Streetlamps lit up around us as we passed almost as if they were welcoming this Passenger home. The homes sure were nice here. I began to fantasize about being able to afford something like this some day. Moving out of our lousy apartment with its mouse problem and its sour landlord so we can get our own place. A proper detached home, with a yard in the front and back. A driveway and a garage. Space for a garden. Space for a family.

Yeah, with for this price range it was definitely a fantasy.

Although I was beginning to think more and more that maybe EZcort could be our path to financial security. Our debts had been falling fast since we signed up. I guess sometimes the hustle can pay off. Maybe I can let myself have dreams instead of just preparing for nightmares.

I took a glance in the rear-view mirror and saw Jodie sitting next to the Passenger. She was just pulling her seat belt across her chest but honestly she needn’t have bothered. We had arrived. There was a circular driveway surrounding a tall oak tree, with the street entrance on one side and the front door on the other. It was made of red brick which had been expertly laid. I pulled the car to a stop by the front steps leading up the expensive looking house.

I popped open the trunk and went to retrieve the Passenger’s briefcase. Then I opened his door for him and held it as he stood up. His flaccid dick was hanging out of his fly. “That was terrific, just great. I’ve marked down your profile on my list of favourites,” he said as he tucked himself in and zipped up. I didn’t say anything in response, and I didn’t look down either. That’s not something the Passenger needs. Not something to pay attention to.

A CHAUFFEUR PAYS ATTENTION TO THE ROAD

Once he was safely inside I drove us off his property and then a couple blocks farther down the road to find a place to park. I also rolled down the windows to let in some fresh air. Another thing Passengers will complain about is too much “fuck stench” if they aren’t the first one of your shift. That’s actually something to pay attention to.

A CHAUFFEUR PAYS ATTENTION TO THE QUALITY OF THE RIDE

Jodie stepped out and began stretching her legs. I know how cramped it can be in the backseat and she has to spend so much time on her knees, or bent in half, or twisted up like a pretzel. We always make sure to take a proper break between Passengers so that everything can be reset and we bring our best service to their Requests. Speaking of which, Jodie walked around to the trunk so I popped it open and she started rummaging through our little suitcase of supplies. She’d need a fresh pair of panties for sure.

While she was busying herself with that I opened a small tin of breath mints that I keep in the centre console. I took two out and set them on the dashboard for now. As Jodie closed the trunk and came around to sit beside me on the passenger seat, I handed one to her and popped the other into my mouth. As it started to dissolve on my tongue I leaned over and Jodie met my mouth with hers for a deep, passionate kiss. This was a little tradition we had after and ORAL TO COMPLETION. A way to reconnect and show how much we still love one another.

As we broke the kiss I licked the wetness from my own lips and swallowed. She smiled and I couldn’t help but smile too. God help me, I love my wife!

Without speaking we both turned to our phones, eager to see what was next. After a bit of scrolling I found a rather rare option. I tapped on it to get more details.

“How does this sound, Honey? TWO PASSENGERS, ONE MALE ONE FEMALE. MALE MALE ANAL, NO CONDOM, ATTENDANT RECEIVES. FEMALE FEMALE ORAL, ATTENDANT PERFORMS. FEMALE FEMALE STRAP ON VAGINAL, ATTENDANT RECEIVES. VOCAL PERFORMANCE, **** TO BE USED.”

I marked it as “potential” so Jodie could have a look herself.

“Wow,” she breathed out, “that’s a lot of specifics. Are they going far? Because that’s gonna take awhile.”

“Looks like a round trip. From their house farther up the hill to a restaurant in the entertainment district. Then home again after an hour.”

“Do you mind having a break in the middle like that?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, not at all. Especially if I’m going to be Attendant first!”

She laughed and punched my shoulder lightly. Then we got out to swap seats. We met at the front bumper. Jodie turned around and I carefully opened the clasp of her Attendant’s bowtie. When it was off she snatched the Chauffeur’s cap from my head and put it on her own. Then she took the bowtie from me and I turned around so she could fit it snugly around my neck. She adjusted my shirt collar and then gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Now instead of the relaxed, calm focus of the road I had been feeling, my mind was more alert. I felt driven to please our Passengers, to put my focus on their Requests and bring them all to completion. That was typical anytime I was wearing the bowtie.

After all…

AN ATTENDANT FOCUSES ON THE PASSENGERS

And

AN ATTENDANT OBEYS ALL REQUESTS

Before getting back in the car I quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube from our supplies. Speaking from experience, in this job it pays to think ahead.