Negotiate with the driver

You gingerly approach the driver and cough to get his attention. He turns to see you maintaining as much modesty as you can, covering your privates with your hands. His eyes go wide "Saints alive! Wot the 'ell's going on 'ere?" he asks with a thick cockney accent.

"I'm in need of some assistance, as you can see." you say, your polite tone demonstrating your breeding despite your current predicament.

"Bad hand of poker, eh?" says the driver, chuckling. You notice his eyes linger over your body a little longer than a man should look.

"You could say that, yes" you say, walking towards him. "Is there any chance at all you could help a fellow out?" you ask politely.

"I can't be giving you anything out of the laundry, it's more than my jobs worth!" he says as he quickly understands your intent. "Sorry, I can't help." he says. Again, you see his eye wander up and down you. You meet his eye and he blushes slightly.

"I'm sure there's something I can do for you. I don't have any money, as you can tell, but perhaps there's something else you'd like from me?" you say, suggestively. The driver swallows as his mouth suddenly goes dry.

"I don't..." he starts, but you step in close.

"You've been working hard, I'm sure you'd enjoy a quick breather" you say, running your hand down the front of his trousers. As you expected, you find a rapidly hardening bulge. He glances around nervously.

"OK, make it quick. I won't be able to give you much though."

You deftly unhook the buttons of his flies and are greeted by a length of hard pink flesh springing free. You wrap your hand gently around it and begin to stroke slowly and firmly. The driver gasps and runs his hands over your body as you pump his cock with your hand. "Oh Jesus" he says, moaning "Christ I'm cumming!" he says as a white sticky rope erupts from his cock and arcs by your hips, narrowly missing you.