Meanwhile, Alice and her girlfriend across town

“Faster, bitch. Faster!” shouted the man in front of me on the left.

“No, slower, bitch. Slower!” added the man in front of me on the right.

Their names were Jay and Rocko respectively. They were both my Passengers. My hands were sliding up and down in front of them gripping hard, slippery things that felt really warm. As I stroked I concentrated on moving each hand at a different speed. Fuck, it was difficult! Like that thing where you rub your head and pat your belly at the same time. Because you are balancing so many different Requests, having multiple Passengers is damned hard.

But it also pays better.

I found the right rhythm for my right hand and Rocko said, “Fuck yeah. Make it last. Twist your wrist like you did before.”

I don’t know if I was doing it exactly how Jay wanted since all he was doing was groaning. This was my first time with Jay as a Passenger. Rocko had ridden with me and Tamara plenty of times over the past three months. He was a once a week regular and had brought Jay and Stevie along with him today.

Oh right, Stevie. Stevie was Rocko’s other friend. He was also my third Passenger and kneeling behind me. I felt a repeated tugging on my hips as I was pulled back against something. And a regular pressure inside me, over and over, every time I rocked backwards. My bare toes and knees dug into the soft foam mats underneath us since I couldn’t really put any weight on my hands. They were busy.

“We’ve got about five minutes, Alice,” Tamara called out softly to me from the driver’s seat. “Better finish them off quick. ‘Kay?” I really fucking love my girlfriend and I love that we get to work together. On the passenger seat next to her sat all of my clothes. Folded neatly for when I needed them. All I had on was the leather choker with my Attendant bowtie.

“Five minutes nothin’. Jay’s about to pop off!” Rocko said with a laugh.

“Yeah buddy, paint the bitch!” I heard Stevie say from behind me.

Jay managed to squeeze out the works, ‘Fuck… close… ohgod!”

Tamara, always a Mistress of Multitasking, took her eyes off the road for one moment to look over her shoulder towards the group of us and say, “She wants it, Jay. She needs it. She so rarely gets to feel a man’s warm seed on her skin. Go ahead and paint the dirty little dyke.”

Then she was back to her regular Chauffeur duties. She really knew how to keep Passengers pleased. She was the reason we had so many full reviews. Hell, she was the reason we even started using EZcort in the first place. And she had been a non-stop string of great ideas since then. It was Tamara’s idea to upgrade from the sedan to the minivan to accept more Passengers. It was her idea to take out the middle row of seats and install the foam mats. They were soft to sit or lie on and a breeze to wipe clean. Tamara even improved the marketing of our profile. It was her idea that I should pose in front of a Pride flag. To update the image every time I dyed my short rooster comb haircut a new colour. To show off my tongue stud and sleeve tattoos in my favourite band logo tank top.

“Passengers want to know who they’re riding with,” she had said. “You’ve got personality. That’s a selling point. Lose the bra. Your tits are small enough you don’t need it and I don’t like the way the straps are showing. No I can’t see your nips, Alice. Promise. People are going to LOVE your look.” And she was right. We had a lot more requests from Passengers since then.

Not gonna lie, that photoshoot was fun. And by fun I mean hot. And by hot I mean that after posing for her for ten minutes I had Tamara ride my face for half an hour until she squirted in my mouth. Fuck she drives me wild. Fuck she gets me wet.

Speaking of wet, my reminiscing had resulted in a real sploosh in my cunt. I bit my lip, knowing I was having so many inappropriate thoughts while surrounded by three Passengers. I kinda just wanted to end our shift early and get to pleasing Tamara. She can be very demanding. In a very Domme way. But right then I had Requests to obey and that meant I needed something to take my mind off Tamara. I was relieved when Rocko began chanting, “Paint the dyke. Paint the dyke.”

He got louder and louder. Stevie and Jay quickly joined in. So did Tamara. Not wanting to be out of the loop I screamed, “Paint the dyke! Paint the dyke!” as loud as I could. Then it all turned into a mix of whooping, shouting, laughing, and finally grunting from Jay. He reached out with his arms and I was pulled in his direction. I kept stroking with both hands. Then my left hand felt a sort of pulse. Then another and another and it got wet and warm. At the same time I felt something hot splash over my neck and my chest. I smiled up at Jay as he kind of rolled away from our little group. He sat bare-assed on the foam and leaned against the back of Tamara’s seat. He seemed out of breath.

“Fuckin’ hell, swap with me bro,” said Stevie and I found myself turning around. Now I was facing Stevie but with a kind of weight on my shoulders so that my back was flat. The pressure I had been feeling inside me was gone for a moment. But then it came back. And now it seemed to be pressure at both ends. At least with my arms free it was easy to keep my balance as I was yanked back and forth.

This went on for maybe a minute before Jay asked, “What the fuck is wrong with my phone?”

He was holding it up in front of him. His finger was tapping at the screen and he sounded pretty frustrated. I tried to answer but nothing but garbled nonsense came out of my mouth. Along with a lot of drool.

Luckily Tamara had it under control.

“If you want to take photos or videos then you need to be using the EZcort App. All other recording features are disabled for the duration of your ride.” She sounded just like a stewardess reading those in flight instructions. “While signed in to your account you are free to select the option for recording audio, images, and video. For a fee, of course.”

He mumbled something. Maybe just the word “Figures” but it was a little hard to hear over the gluk gluk gluk sound my throat was making.

“Totally worth it, man,” said Rocko. The app saves ‘em for you. Even lets you download them in high quality. I got a great little library of this skank plastered head to toe.”

My girlfriend added, “That’s right. But be advised that all recordings remain the exclusive property of the EZcort App and COR Technologies companies. They bear digital watermarks in the meta data and uploading them to any unregistered file sharing sites will be considered breach of contract and may result in legal action against you. It’s all in the Terms of Service you agreed to.”

Stevie chuckled.

“What? You… didn’t… read the… fine print?”

He sounded out of breath too. It’s a good thing these guys were on their way to the gym.

“Two minutes, gentlemen,” I heard my girlfriend remind them.

“Fuck, I’m there. Okay Rocko, Eiffel Tower on three. One,” started Stevie.

“Two,” continued Rocko.

“Three!” they said together and all of a sudden I felt really squished. It seemed like they were trying to get their bodies as close together as they could but something was in the way. All they managed was a high five over my back. At the same time the two pressures were as deep inside me as ever. And I was having trouble breathing. Sometimes this happens when I’m serving Passenger Requests where it feels kinda like I want to throw up but I can’t. Like there’s something in the way. Tamara has trained me for it, though. Now I know to relax my throat and calm the urge to fight for breath. It’s a lot easier than it was in the first month with EZcort.

Right when I was getting the usual fuzzy stars at the edge of my vision the pressure at my front let up. Stevie pulled back a bit. Then he started waving his left hand up and down in front of my face as fast as I was moving mine earlier. His right hand was still over me, I guess still holding that high five with Rocko. I was gasping for breath so hard that I barely noticed the hot splashes on my face. But some got in my mouth, and some got in my eyes and I had to close one because it stung.

I coughed and spluttered a bit. There was a pool of thick liquid under me that had dripped from my face and mouth. A bunch of drool I guess. That’s kind of embarrassing, but like I said the mats are easy to wipe clean. Now the pressure behind me was moving in and out again. I heard Rocko making these short, throaty grunts over and over. That usually meant he was close to finishing his ride.

Stevie said, “Look up here, Alice.”

I raised my eyes, one still squinting, and saw him holding up his phone. The screen was away from me but the flash was lit up so I knew he was taking video. I smiled my brightest, most professional smile. My arms were drawn back behind me so that my elbows almost touched.

“It was really nice to meet you. You’re the first, uh… what was that word you used in your profile?”

I proudly answered, “A Gold Star Lesbian!”

“Right! You’re my first Gold Star Lesbian.”

That was a weird way to put it. But I don’t think these gym bros meet a lot of LGBTQIA2S+ folks. They had been very polite though. A good first step to allyship.

All at once I was free to move my hands again and I collapsed forward. A big weight was on top of me as the pressure from behind me seemed to pull out. I was left with this itching, empty feeling and a lot more slick wetness spreading onto my thighs and calves. Fuck, I was making a mess at both ends!

I just sort of stayed in a crumpled heap as Tamara announced our arrival at the three Passengers’ gym of choice. They all began pulling on the pieces of clothing they had discarded at the start of the trip.

“Whoo! What did I tell you, bros? Best pre-workout money can by. You just gotta be sure you shower before AND after using the machines tonight.”

Rocko slid open the side door and hopped out. The other two stepped over me and followed him. I heard Tamara open her door and step out too. Then I heard the final swipes and taps as the Passengers concluded their trip in the app. Our own devices dinged and I was relieved to hear the familiar

REST MODE

notification from my cell. It was in my shoulder bag, tucked under the front passenger seat. Tamara may have said something to the others but I couldn’t make it out. I had no desire to move from my spot. But the others had to get on with their plans.

“Remember. You busted first so you spot first,” Stevie said to Jay. He gave him a friendly shove and added, “Bitch,” as they walked away from the minivan. From where I was lying I could watch them enter the gym through the automatic sliding doors. Beyond them was a brightly lit foyer and reception desk. Other people were coming in and out. Some of them may have seen me. I didn’t move to cover myself.

Tamara came over and looked down on me.

“What a mess,” she said. But she said it with a smile in that way I know she’s teasing me. “I think we should take you to the car wash and hose you down before we think about doing anything else.”

I smiled.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

Then she slid the door closed. I closed my eyes. Nothing existed for a bit.

Not even me.