The Cheerleader

It wasn’t long before he spotted his next fare, standing with her arm raised on the side of the road. Pulling over he stopped the car right in front of her, unlocking the doors to let her in as his eyes wandered down to admire her for a moment.

The cheerleader was still in her uniform, a little damp from the practice session and a little bedraggled from her run out to the taxi. Larry couldn’t help but notice the way her top formed around her breasts so perfectly, molding itself to the ample curves in a way which had every man on the sidewalk glancing in her direction, along with a few women too.

“59th and Park.” The girl side simply as she sat herself down on the backseat, her skirt riding up her thigh high enough to flash her white cotton panties to Larry in the rearview mirror.

“59th and Park it is.” He answered with a smile, letting his gaze linger for a moment on her shapely thighs before pushing the cab out into the traffic. The road were beginning to fill up but it was still clear enough to be an easy drive for the experienced driver and soon he was relaxing back into his seat, casually glancing back at his passenger in the mirror.

Water splashed down onto the floor as the cheerleader wrung out her hair, hardly paying attention as the cab rolled down the street. Her mind was busily sorting through the day and Larry picked up images of boys and party dresses, obviously thoughts of the upcoming prom. Not much to go by but Larry knew there was something she was hiding, all she needed was a little push.