Get an Uber Ride

Jeremy offered to give me a ride, but the last thing I want is to show up to work, being driven by my big brother. This is my time to set out on my own, and I don’t want everyone to see me as “the little sister.”

I arrange an Uber ride, and it isn’t long before the car pulls up in front of the house. I get in and begin to prepare for my first day on the job.

The driver is a man in his mid-twenties. I don’t pay a lot of attention to him at first, because I am focused on preparing myself for what awaits me. He’s one of the types who likes to talk, however, and I can’t ignore him for long.

“Going to Cum On Productions, I see?” he says, looking at me through the rear-view mirror. I nod, hoping that will be sufficient to end the conversation.

He continues to look at me for a few seconds before continuing. “Well, they’d be fools to turn you down.”

“Turn me down?”

He nods. “A pretty, young thing like you is sure to make it big in porn! I doubt if they’ll even have to give you a screen test. They’ll just immediately cast you in their next movie.”

I smile. It’s rather nice being able to talk about the studio with someone who doesn’t know my family background. “That’s kind of you to say. Do you know anything about the company?”

He grins sheepishly. “You mean, aside from the collection of DVD’s on my shelf?” I join him in his laugh. I wonder how he would feel knowing that a portion of the money he spent so he could jerk off to those DVD’s is going to be used to pay him for this ride.

“I’ve driven a few people there for job interviews,” he continues. “A lot of hopefuls, but none as promising as you are.” He gives me another smile, and I begin to warm up to him. He is kinda cute, after all.

“And,” he continues, “I actually sent in an application myself not too long ago.”

“Really?” I am genuinely interested now.

“Yeah,” he says, self-consciously. “I’ve been told by a few people that I really should give it a try.”

“Are you an actor?” I ask, even though I know that acting abilities are not the number one talent the company looks for.

“Not exactly,” he says. “Well, not even remotely, to be honest. But I’ve had some women who have suggested that I might have something that the studio would be interested in.”

I look at his reflection and see him blushing slightly, but he also has a gleam in his eye that suggests that he is proud of what he has just said. Realization hits me, and I say, “Oh, I see! So you’re rather gifted in the —“ I stop, uncomfortable with such a conversation with a total stranger.

He smiles and nods. “Yep. So I’ve been told. I’m not one to brag or anything, but ... yeah.”

I take the words in and ask, “So have you heard anything on your application?”

He shakes his head. “No. I haven’t. I know they get tons of applications from guys, and it’s only been about six weeks since I sent mine in. I may never hear anything. You won’t have any trouble like that, though.”

The car pulls in front of Cum On Productions, and your driver stops the car. He jumps out and opens the door for me. He offers his hand and says, “I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Redmond. When you are famous, maybe you’ll remember that I’m the guy who drove you here.”

I shake his hand and use the opportunity to get a better look at my driver. He really is rather cute, in a rugged sort of way. I can’t help but cast a quick look at his crotch to see if I can get any hint as to the truth of what he suggested. I know enough about guys to realize that I shouldn’t assume they are being entirely truthful when it comes to their estimation of the size of their packages. Steve’s modest slacks do not betray any secrets of what might be lurking underneath.