Pervy Uber

You smile and shrug to yourself. Despite being a creep, he was getting you a job and he did offer to help you generously. He deserves a bit of a reward. You tap on “photo creep call” and little more than ten minutes later his car arrives with screeching tires.

“Hello, there. How’s my newest star model today?”

He’s leaning out of the window, not making any attempt to hide that he’s looking down your top. He knows his reputation and has no trouble living up to it. You snicker. You can't claim you're surprised so you act up to it, bend forward and give him a little more to see.

“Great – thanks your coming so quickly.”

“Told you I’d pick you up. Whatever you think about me, I keep my promises. Jump in!”

You do as you’re told and he drives off.

“Glad you enjoyed your first job enough to give the modelling business another chance!”

You nod.

“Showing off my body, meeting nice people, making money with things other girls do fro free – getting taking pictures. What’s not to like?”

“I hope I count as ‘nice people’, too.”

He snickers and you join him.

“You’re a – special case. Don't make it easy for a girl to like you but there's a soft core in that creepy shell, I gather.”

You haven't fastened your seat belt so now you can bend over to him and kiss him on the cheek.

“I wouldn't have called you if didn't, spending alone time with you wouldn't be worth it if I didn’t enjoy it. And I am really grateful you got me into this business no matter how - weird your methods are.”

You let a hand slide into his crotch and rub it though his pants. The bulge is – not too Impressive, but you feel flattered anyway that got it from just having you sit next to him. You unzip his fly.

“I didn't get a chance to really thank you yesterday…”

You lean down and start licking the head of his small cock. Look up to him.

“If you promise you can manage to drive at the same time…”

“Sure, baby, not my first road-head.”

“Hm…”

You don’t doubt he asked for it before, but you’re not sure you believe him he got it. Anyway. Now he will. And you feel the car slowing down considerably. He’s not THAT sure of himself. You smile. But you’re going to be late like this so you better get tow work and make it quick.

You take his cock into your mouth let your tongue play over its head and suck it. Not exactly a mouthful. Not a challenge or anything to write home about or get overly exited yourself. You wonder if that’s what the women who you paid for blowjobs thought about you. Just a nice, easily manageable snack for a quick Blowjob by the by.

And a quick one it is, you’re not surprised the little perv has little to no self control or stamina. The better for you, you're not doing this for your pleasure after all but to show your gratitude to and improve the mood of the man who might be useful to you. Get it over with. You've been sucking him for maybe two, three minutes tops when you hear him groan, slow the car a little more, grab the steering wheel tighter and squirt some creamy cum into your mouth. It’s too watery and salty four your taste, you prefer semen thick, creamy and with more flavour nuances. As you swallow the small load, you muse how little time it took you to become a sperm connoisseur and have actual preferences.

You lick your lips and sit back in your seat.

“Thanks handsome, that was yummy.”

You consider complimenting him on his cock, but you and the other girls have made some very frank remarks about it yesterday. Maybe not overdo it.

He drops you off at the studio in the industrial district shortly after and enter the metal building.

“You’re not coming?”

You look at him though the open car window as he starts the vehicle.

“I just came, didn’t I?”

He winked.

“But no, I wish it was my job to be present at every shoot, but I can’t, I got actual work to do, jobs to book, models to hire…”

You giggle.

“I bet you love that latter part."

He grins.

“A lot, yes.”

“If I had know you’re busy I wouldn’t have called you to…”

“Oh, you can call me ANY time, babe. As long as you keep paying me fully, this Uber is always ready!”

You lean forward, grant him another look down your top and kiss his cheek.”

“Five Star Service.”

He smiles, honks and drives off, as you enter the studio building.