Jodie and Felix, a couple in their mid-20s – Mind Control Ride-Share App

When I first heard about the EZcort app I had scoffed at it. Just another ride-hailing service jumping on the tech band wagon designed to squeeze whatever money it could out of its users (both escorts and riders) while avoiding local taxes and fees. But my trusted friend Alice encouraged me to look into their high rates of compensation as well as their cooperation with government bodies and law enforcement. It did seem above board and I’d had worse jobs in the past. My husband Felix and I agreed to a one week trial. I figured that we’d miss our spare time and decide to drop this side gig. After one month of signing on for evenings and weekends I have to admit that I was wrong. We are an EZcort success story!

Traffic was moving slowly along the busy thoroughfare. It was practically a snail’s pace compared to how quickly my right hand was stroking our passenger’s erect penis. I was sitting beside him in the backseat while Felix drove. I felt Ty stiffen in my grip and buck his hips up from the seat slightly. His seatbelt held him in place but I sped up to coax him along.

“I’m… almost there,” grunted our Passenger. I reminded myself not to think of him as Ty.

He’s a Passenger.

The thought came into my head as soon as I had slipped up. Passengers are to be served. Passengers make the decisions. Passengers don’t have names. Unless they specify one.

“Yes you are,” said Felix. “Just a couple more minutes and we’ll get you where you need to go.”

Our Passenger smiled when he heard that and groaned. I switched my grip to my left hand and then used my right to stroke his scrotum. I squeezed his testicles lightly. After only a few seconds of this he tensed up and filled his condom with six quick spurts. I continued to stroke him as I released the pressure and slowed down to a gentle caress.

Knowing his preferences I gave him a moment to sit in silence and catch his breath. He had become one of our regulars in the past month. He and I worked in the same office and once he found out that my husband and I were signed up for EZcort it only made sense for him to follow me down to the parking lot at the end of the day and be our first John of the evening.

John? That wasn’t right. His name was Ty.

HE’S A PASSENGER.

My hands reached up to my temples and rubbed away the sudden, sharp pain I felt.

As Felix pulled up to the curb in front of the train station I peeled the full condom off of our Passenger’s deflated member. I tied off the end and popped it into an empty plastic container. Then I put on the lid, sealed it tight, and placed it back under my seat. We used to just use a plastic bag for garbage until multiple passengers gave us low ratings for the smell. And when it comes to EZcort, good ratings are everything!

“Thanks Felix. And thank YOU, Jodie,” our Passenger finally said. Then he added, “Um, could you clean this up before I go?” He was pointing down to his crotch. My eyes followed the line of his arm and hand to the sight of his penis.

His dick.

It was shiny with a coat of cum and lube. And it was out of his pants. Why was it out of his pants?

“Ew, no.”

“What’s that he wants, honey?” asked Felix.

I didn’t know whether to scream or punch him or run from the car. I sat there in disgust as this… pervert waved his sick little wiener at me. Ty’s expression changed from a satisfied grin to concern and then fear. I saw him fumbling to reach into his jacket pockets.

“You want me to clean it?! You want me to clean your cock for you?!”

Ty pulled out his phone and frantically swiped his fingers over the surface. Felix’s hands tightened on the wheel but he didn’t say anything. A bead of sweat trickled down from the brow of his chauffeur’s cap.

“That’s disgusting! You couldn’t wait until you got home to your crummy little apartment? Huh, is that it? You got within three feet of a woman and you couldn’t resist pulling your pud? You nasty freak. And as if that isn’t enough, now you want me to clean it up for you?”

Ty pressed one finger firmly against his phone. I heard an electronic ba-ding sound from the front seat. I understood at once what the sound had meant.

ORAL CLEANUP

“Of course! Anything you say sir.”

Felix’s hands relaxed once again. I released my seatbelt and bent at the waist so that my face was in our Passenger’s lap. My left hand gave me support while with the right I held him at the base. My tongue licked up and down the length of his penis several times. When it was slick with saliva I took the miniscule thing into my mouth and sucked it as dry as I could manage. Then I tucked our Passenger back into his pants and zipped them closed.

I sat back upright and asked, “Will there be anything else?”

He exhaled slowly, his face becoming serene again. “No, thank you. That was great.” He let himself out and Felix released the trunk so he could grab his briefcase. As he turned to walk into the station I thought for a moment I heard him mutter, “Fuck that was close,” but I couldn’t be sure over Felix calling my name.

“Jodie. Jodie?”

I looked into his eyes and we both smiled.

“Uh yes. What next?”

Felix looked down at the navigation console. It was running our Chauffeur account of EZcort and had a list of potential Passengers looking to find matches. He took a moment to peruse the list as I looked at the Attendant account on my phone. Sure enough Ty had paid in full plus a generous tip (one of the reasons we were so happy to have him as a regular) and given us a full rating again. Another drop in the student loans bucket.

Felix hummed to himself. “This guy looks good. Well rated, pick-up isn’t far, and headed in our direction. Take us about ten minutes to get there so you can sit up front for a bit. Stretch your legs.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said and hopped out from the back to join him in the front. “Requests please?” I asked.

With a quick tap Felix marked the request as “potential” and it linked to my phone. As I got settled in to enjoy the increase in leg room I looked over the Passenger’s requests.

ORAL TO COMPLETION, SWALLOW

Easy enough. I slipped a hair band off of my wrist and began pulling my hair up into a ponytail. I had found it was safest to get it out of the way unless a Passenger requested hair pulling.

REFER TO PASSENGER AS SIR

Very typical, especially for these downtown business types.

VOCAL PERFORMANCE, POSITIVE ENCOURAGEMENT AND DIRTY TALK

That’s good. When you get a chance to lift your head off and say a few words it also gives you a good chance to catch your breath. I hadn’t quite gotten used to requests for rough throating and gagging yet. There was one more request at the end.

SOUVENIR, WET PANTIES

I remembered when Felix and I first had that request. It was halfway through our first shift. It had caught us off guard and unprepared. I only had the one pair with me at the time. I had awkwardly removed my jeans as we sat parked at the destination and after handing them over to the Passenger I’d had to ride commando until we got home. Since then it’s always been skirts for easy access and extra pairs of panties in the costume kit.

“Let’s do it, “ I said and touched the small ACCEPT button on my screen.

I placed my phone back in its mount on our dashboard. I opened the glove box and rooted around for the small vibrator we kept there. I switched it on and brought it under my skirt and against my panties. My hand slowly dragged it up and down the length of my labia and circled it around my clitoris. Felix rejoined the flow of traffic as we headed to our next pick up.

A minute or two later, as Felix and I chatted and caught up with each others’ day, our car stopped at a red light. On a building to our right there was a billboard advertising the app. It showed the EZcort logo, a stylized car silhouette with a pair of kissy lips and a stiletto high heel superimposed in front. I used to think that was an odd pairing for a ride-share but Alice had explained that it was from back in the early days of the app, when it was mostly for people looking for a way home from the bar. No woman wants to wear her heels a second longer than necessary, she had explained. So those are the first things to come off in the car.

Truth.

The rest of the billboard was taken up with a photo of a nice, clean, recently built sedan with any actual logos or identifying marks conveniently hidden. Sitting on the hood and smiling brightly were two women in skirts and white blouses. One wore the Chauffeur’s cap, like Felix, and the other wore the Attendant’s bowtie choker. I flipped down the sun visor with my free hand and checked the placement of my bowtie. The soft, black velvet bow sat in the center of my throat. The leather choker was still clasped firmly in place.

It made me feel very classy to wear it. And Felix always looked dashing in his cap. Even when we switched roles they looked good on either of us. That was one of the nice things about EZcort, the importance they placed on proper, professional appearance. They even provided those items free of charge! A partly formed thought crossed my mind, something about the caps and bowties being used to indicate to clients who they were allowed to touch… to ****… to fu…

I jolted out of the thought as the light turned green and Felix drove on. I took one last look at the billboard and read their slogan. “Our girls are EZ.”

Did that make sense? We make things easy for the Passenger, that’s certain. We make the trip easy. We make their day easy. We give them easy access to peace of mind… and our bodies…

This time my thoughts were interrupted by another ba-ding from my phone. Again, it was as if I could hear the words without them being said aloud.

POSSIBLE PROGRAM BREAK. IDENTITY CHECK REQUIRED

I sighed. This was one thing about EZcort that I really didn’t like. Their obsession with security. Rather than a simple password system, or a unique ID for your device, their programmers insisted on a facial recognition system. I turned my phone on it’s mount to face me directly, then I made myself comfortable and stared forward.

The screen flashed a few times as the program began. Then the flashes were replaced by swirling patterns and shifting colours. I felt myself falling forward even though my body was still. Their proprietary software was strange but effective. It had something to do with how the camera would catch the reflections of the screen’s light off of the user’s face, creating a map that could be referenced against their registry. Since no one could perfectly copy your face in three dimensions it meant that only registered users could access their accounts. Or something like that. I don’t know, I majored in Art History with a Minor in Communications.

The downside was the amount of time you had to stare at the screen at the beginning of every shift. As well as these extra scans anytime they suspected a security breech. I swear when we first signed up it took nearly an hour to confirm our identities.

Not that you would know it if you weren’t paying close attention to your clock. The scans had a way of making time stop. Nothing seemed important aside from the screen. Only the screen existed. You weren’t even you anymore. There was only the Chauffeur, the Attendant, and the Passengers. And the Requests, which must be obeyed.

OBEY ALL REQUESTS

“Yes, of course.”

“What was that, Jodie?” Felix asked.

The screen of my phone had returned to normal. I guess the check was successful because all I could see were the Passenger’s requests. Requests that must be obeyed.

I looked over at my husband. Suddenly I felt bad, Felix had been talking to me this entire time and I hadn’t even engaged in the conversation. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to be a good partner. We had been together since my second year at university and even though everyone advised us not to get married in our early twenties we were determined to prove them wrong. Recently financial pressures had spelled some doubt about our future. At first when we had nothing but each other it was romantic. But after a couple years of long hours at crappy jobs and eating simple meals on shoddy furniture in a drafty apartment the tension had grown. When Felix was cut back to half-time at his manufacturing job I had seriously considered bringing up moving back in with my folks.

Then EZcort had come along and everything changed. Not only were our money woes taken care of but we were spending more time together. We were smiling more and laughing at each other’s lame jokes again and singing along with the radio.

And the sex was great!

For awhile we had gotten into a once-a-week rut. But now at the end of a shift we would fall into bed and roll around on each other like animals until we were both fully sated. He wouldn’t have a drop of cum left in his balls, and my pussy would feel like I’d had a train pulled on me. My ass too, some nights. Yep, a real EZcort success story.

“I just wanted to say that I love you.”

He smiled. His eyes lit up like the stars.

“I love you too, Jodie.”

He leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues met and I felt a stirring in my pussy which had nothing to do with the vibrator still roaming back and forth over my sensitive spots. A quick check with my fingers confirmed that these panties were wet enough by now.

“Well we’re here,” he added. I wiped a small white smear from the side of his mouth and got out. I stood beside the open door and brought my seat as far forward as it would go. That would give me more space in the back between our Passenger’s legs. A middle aged man in a three piece suit approached us, his phone in his hand and the setting sun glinting off of his bald spot. Felix got out and came around the back of the car to take the Passenger’s briefcase and open the door for him. As he sat down I shut my door and lifted my skirt in the front. He fixed his gaze on my exposed panties.

“Good evening Sir. I’ve gotten myself dripping wet in anticipation of your arrival. Would you like these now?”

He licked his lips and answered, “No. About halfway through. I shoot off quick as soon as I start smelling ‘em.”

I smiled and nodded then got between his legs. Felix closed the door behind me and then headed back around to the driver’s seat. I undid the Passenger’s belt and fly and he helped me free his erection from his underwear.

“Mmmm, what a tasty looking cock. I haven’t had a proper one in my mouth in AGES! Please tell me you’ve got a nice big load saved up for me?”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, a nice big thick one just perfect for a slut like you.”

I paused with the head of his penis just an inch from my mouth.

“Please Sir, I would ask that you refrain from that kind of language.”

He rolled his eyes and tapped his phone a couple of times.

PASSENGER WILL USE INSULTING, HUMILIATING, AND/OR HARSH LANGUAGE

“What was that slut?” he inquired.

I let a glob of drool drip down from my lips.

“Nothing Sir, this slut wants to get cum-drunk from your sloppy load. And my whore mouth is meant for sucking dicks not talking back.” And without another word I started bobbing my head up and down in his lap. It’s nice to know he has to pay extra for that. Every little bit counts. And if it keeps being this profitable maybe Felix and I should consider going full time.

Like I said before, I’ve had worse jobs.