The Cab Ride

You walk outside the airport holding Naomi’s leash firmly, then hail a cab and you both get in the back, then tell the driver the name of the hotel and he sets off. The air is warm outside, but it’s in the air conditioning of the car.

“She’s a nice **** you’ve got there,” the driver says, looking in the central mirror. He looks like he’s in his late forties, with black hair that has a bald patch at the back and is a mess around it. His face is full of deep creases.

“Thanks,” you reply. Naomi sits with her arms folded, unimpressed that you replied to him calling her a ****.

“She’s got a great rack, a pretty face too. I’m guessing she was the beauty queen back in high school.”

Naomi’s cheeks turn red at the embarrassment of being talk about like she wasn’t there. It seemed she knew her place now though, at least to the extent that she wasn’t going to tell this pervert where to go.

“First time in Naruda?” he asked.

“Yeah, I had no idea what it was like. It was cheap when we booked, but we didn’t know about the **** rules.”

“It’s great here.” The driver licked his lips as he looked at Naomi, who put her hands over her chest. “Especially if you’ve got a **** as hot as yours. It’s cheap because of the slaves people bring with them. Wherever you go, you can pay with cash, or let your **** work for it.” Naomi’s eyes widened, mortified. “It can be manual work, or y’know… sexual favours.” Her eyes widened even more, and she glanced at you, wondering whether you’d make her do either, no doubt more worried about the latter.

“Thanks for the advice.”

He drove on for another few minutes up the highway, then turned off at a big hotel on the left.

“Here’s your hotel. How will you be paying?”