Kelli takes care of the cabfare.

You follow the eyes of the sexy blonde peepshow dancer and see a late-model Crown Victoria has pulled curbside across he street. You see the driver of the mustard-yellow vehicle has the window rolled down, the dark interior being momentarily illuminated by the yellow flame of his lighter touching his cigarette tip.

Glancing over the signage decorating the sedan, you can't help but realize your journey to the city appears to be ending the way it started, in the back seat of a city cab. Though there still is the matter of paying the fare. You watch as Kelli frenetically waves. "Dom!" she near-screams across the wet asphalt, her voice loudly piercing the quiet of the night. The swarthy young man in the driver's seat looks, then smiles, starting the engine back up and making a U-turn in the middle of the empty street to bring his taxi to your curb.

As if reading your thoughts, Kelli glances back to the both of you with an air of satisfaction on her face.

"Dominic's a regular customer of mine..and he used to take me home before I managed to scrape enough together to get that piece of shit they towed away!" she tells you reassuringly before she crosses in front of the cab to the driver's window.

After a few seconds of conversation on the opposite side of the car, Kelli returns to the both of you.

"Okay, everything's set!" she smiles. "We'll take the two of you home first. I'll take care of the fare!" Kelli winks. She grabs the back door handle and opens it, holding it open for the two of you. "You two get in the back. I'll ride shotgun!"

You gentlemanly usher your date for the evening in ahead of you, watching as Kelli opens the front door and slides in the passenger side.

The darkly handsome driver eyes the skimpily-dressed Kelly as she slides to the opposite side of the benchseat. You see it is a struggle for her to keep the silvery microminidress from showing her goods as she holds onto the stretchy cloth's short hem as she angles her legs across the seat. He greets you warmly as well, nodding as you direct him to where you need to go.

You wonder exactly how well the two know each other when you see Kelli reach over to the driver and give him a ver-ry affectionate kiss before he puts the car in gear and pulls from the curb.

After a few minutes of conversation, the car pulls onto the highway on- ramp and the car quiets as the taxi reaches the speed limit. It is then you notice you don't see Kelli's blonde mane against the front headrest anymore.

You glance quizzically over to your date. Kelly nods her head to the gap between the front bucket seats. The flashing lights of the passing streetlamps reveal the peepshow worker's head and shoulders in the driver's lap, just below the steering wheel.

'Must be paying our fare!' you say to yourself with a little smirk, though a little envious of the fellow.

You're not sure why, after all that has happened tonight, but you feel uneasy knowing what is going on a few feet before you. Or maybe it is the uncomfortable bulge growing in your pants as you try to think of anything but the sex act before you that is bothering you as you sit next to your half-dressed friend.

The quiet cab begins to fill with some muffled slurping sounds, as well as the quiet moans of your driver. You know full well what they are, and your hardon surges further in the confined space of your slacks.

Apparently you aren't the only one in the backseat being affected by the performance. You notice Kelly shifting imperceptibly to your left. Your eyes meet hers as you look over to her. She swallows hard, glances at the bulge in your lap.