Driven Lust (2 page)

With a huff, the father of the bride brushed
James aside and opened the front passenger door. Just as James
said, the partition was still up. Placing his hands over the glass
to block out the glare, he stared for a few seconds. Giving up, he
stepped back out. "How are you supposed to see and hear anything
with that up?" he demanded.

"The limousine has a P.A. system. The phone
rests on the hook by the bar." James informed him. "The side
mirrors are used while driving, just as in many commercial
vehicles."

"And neither one of them told you they
weren't ready?" he asked, sounding incredulous.

"No sir, they never mentioned to me about
their ... plans." James told him honestly.

Fuming, the father of the bride stormed off
towards the reception. '
It must be hard to not find anyone other
than his daughter to blame.'
James thought, watching him tromp
away.

Karma ... James saw it over and over. It's
one of the reasons he didn't do one night stands. However, though
his tip had probably just disappeared, the consolation prize of the
bride's jiggling breasts and pussy would help him on his next
self-service. Although he didn’t take advantage of the willing
girls at college, he was still a man after all.

The end of the evening was finally upon
James. As the last of the celebrators walked or stumbled out, he
pulled the limo back to the front entrance.

Opening the door, the bride and groom
climbed in followed by all the brides' maids. James helped them
with their dresses. Nothing good ever comes out of a dress hanging
out of a car door. Somehow, even that was his responsibility and he
took no chances.

James was instructed to drop the bride and
groom off at the five-star hotel they were spending the night at.
The newlyweds were headed on a cruise the following day and were
happy to brag about it.

Opening the door for the bride and groom,
the newly crowned Mrs. instructed James to take her party home,
allow the girls to do whatever they wanted, and make sure they
stayed safe. With that, he left the couple at the valet.

Her instructions were easier said than done
though. Grabbing a pen and notepad, James had it passed around so
each could write down their destination. Pulling out a map, he
quickly came up with a route.

Six girls partied in the back as James
headed for the first stop. He had to close the top so the girls
wouldn't fall out of it. None looked sober enough to use good
judgment and hung out waving and flashing cars and pedestrians.

Dropping off the first inebriated lady, the
second stop was close and James was there in minutes.

"Who's next?" one asked. Which one asked,
James didn't know. Looking at his list and the map, He decided that
Cedar was the closest. "Cedar Avenue" he answered, wondering if
they doubted his logistical skills.

"No, don't drop me off till last." said a
brunette in the middle.

Skipping that address, "Brittany Trail?" he
asked.

"That's fine." the red head on the right
stated.

The girls began doing what all of them do,
whispering among themselves. James was restricted to discuss
anything said in a vehicle with anyone else. It's unethical for one
and bad business for another. But he didn't expect his clients to
know that.

Pulling up at the red head's home, James did
his usual of helping her out. After five minutes of saying her good
byes, James helped her to the door, just like he did with the other
two. At 2 am, you couldn't stop James from doing that. There wasn't
going to be anything bad happening on his watch. The women would
all get home safely and he intended to make sure of it.

"Carpenter's Creek?" he asked, getting back
in. One of the girls moved to the seat behind him. It being dark,
he wasn't sure which one. "Yes, it's a confusing drive. I'll direct
you."

James thought himself an expert but the
customer is always right. He listened to her instructions and let
her take the route she wanted.

"How long have you been a limo driver?" she
asked.

Nobody seemed to use the word 'chauffeur'
anymore
. "A little over a year, madam." he replied. Sometimes
people ask that to see if he was experienced enough to transport
them. Mostly, it's just asked to start small talk.

"Wow its late." looking at her watch, "Is
your girlfriend going to be mad for you being out so late?"

She had obviously checked his ring finger.
"I don't have a girlfriend." was all he could say, he wanted to
focus on his driving, but her inquisition and perfume distracted
him.

"Why? What's wrong with you?" she asked.

James had class and knew how to use it.
"Girlfriends are golden treasures I can't easily afford." he
replied.

"Bah, you should make good money driving a
car like this!" was her reasoning.

"The money isn't so much a problem. I just
can't afford the time." trying to explain he continued, "I go to
college too."

"What? Any girl should be willing to wait
for a man that looks as good as you." she prodded.

"It wouldn't be the girl to blame. I don't
want to commit to a relationship I couldn't put my attention into."
James explained. "It just wouldn't be fair to a girl."

"Ah, but love always finds a way." she
reasoned. "You just haven't found Mrs. Right."

"You are probably correct." he smiled,
pulling into her drive. While she was busy talking, he was busy
getting to her house. Carpenter's Creek was a winding road and the
mailboxes could be confusing if you were lucky enough to read one.
But James caught on to the addressing system the post office used
and pulled right in like he lived there.

Going through an open cast iron gate, James
was quickly impressed. Pulling up the driveway, he was happy to see
a circle drive. A beautiful mansion sat in front of it. Glass from
the bottom to the top covered the front, someone had big money.
James thought about camera surveillance and wanted to see if he
could spot them. This home was a guard's wet dream. He just bet
there was top of the line defenses here.

"You found my house!" she exclaimed in
surprise, "Could you tell the cab and pizza drivers where I live?"
she giggled.

James laughed out loud at that, her calling
this staple of luxury a house was the most humorous understatement
he’d heard. Opening the door, the girl said her good byes and a
joke about not showing her “goods” getting out. After a few
minutes, they were walking arm in arm to her doorstep.

Stumbling, James prevented her fall.
Fortunately, the girl had grabbed his arm tight enough to catch
herself. Her dress was in disarray but James made an effort not to
stare at her cleavage she flashed at him. She was definitely a
gorgeous young woman so he forced himself to look somewhere else. A
classy girl usually meant a stuck up one. She would probably be
offended at a low life driver lusting after her.

"Whew! That was close." she said, getting
her high heels straightened out. They continued up to the door and
she fumbled with her keys. With some effort, she was able to unlock
the door and stepped inside.

Reaching in her purse, she grabbed a bill
and handed it to James. "Make sure you satisfy Lisa." and shoved it
in his hand. Turning around, she asked, "Will you unzip me?" Not
giving James time to look at the bill or question what she
meant.

He struggled a moment, her request was
border line sexual harassment but caved in any way since the
customer is always right. Grabbing the top, he used his other hand
to put the money in his pocket then lowered the zipper all the way
down to the top of her ass.

Bidding him a good night, she shut the door
and James went back to the stretch. He shook the image of the
beautiful girl’s naked back and charming personality out of his
mind. Grabbing his map, he looked again where the next girl lived.
If it was where he thought, it was going to be a bit of a drive.
Had he dropped Cedar off, it would have saved him some
backtracking. But his luck would have it the girl didn't want
dropped off until last.

"Ryan's Bluff" he started, "Is that the one
in Ocean Side or Camp Springs?" and another girl climbed to the
bench seat behind the partition.

"Camp Springs," she responded, settling in.
"it is a little way to go. What's your name?"

"James." he said, expecting the usual.

"Ha-ha, home James." she laughed.

"Yes madam." James said, and pulled off the
curb.

The long drive left James wondering back to
the comment Carpenter's Creek said to him. Which one of the two was
Lisa and how was he supposed to satisfy her was the question he
rolled around in his head. Why she tipped him was a mystery as
well. Normally, the more money they make, the more they tend to
keep. They don't stay wealthy giving money away seemed to be their
philosophy.

Ryan's Bluff went back to talk to Cedar
Avenue, but James couldn't hear the conversation. He focused on
bending the law to ten miles over the speed limit. Knowing where
the police set up traps helped him get the best drive times.
Staying in the slow lane as much as possible allowed him to remove
his attention from the right. Approaching on ramps, he would look
for other cars on it, anticipating the lane change in case another
car got too close.

A truck pulled up on his left side,
obviously speeding way over the limit. The passenger was whooping
and hollering out of the window at him. James knew what to do.
Slowing down to the speed limit, he held it there for a while. The
truck slowed down with him. James decreased his speed to five miles
below the speed limit.

Realizing they were getting nowhere fast,
the truck sped back up at high speed and left the limo in the dust.
Not even a minute later, James saw blue lights pop onto the highway
in the distance ahead of him. A few minutes after that, the truck
that had pulled beside him now stopped by police around a bend.

Being cautious, James moved to the center
lane and slowed as he passed them. The driver was staring at the
stretch but James didn't wave. The truck driver wouldn't be able to
see into the limo anyway. Looking carefully, he could make out the
passenger pounding his fists on the dash as he passed.

Both girls laughed and cheered and one asked
James, "How did you know to do that?"

"Do what?" James asked, unsure what she
meant. Normally, passengers don't notice all the details a driver
would do to avoid calamity.

"Slow down and force them to go faster."
Cedar asked.

"You want as much room between you in a
vehicle this large and any other vehicle. Slowing down makes people
go around you, pass you up, and move on to their destination. I
guess its human nature for people to be in a hurry." James
explained.

"Did you know about the cop?" asked Ryan's
Bluff.

"It's a usual speed trap at night. Most
everyone should know they park there." James informed them.

"I didn't know about it." Cedar said. "You
got them a ticket!" and laughed.

"More like a DUI, but I’m not the one that
stomped on his gas pedal." James mused.

They rolled in laughter at that, and then
quieted down.

They made it to Ryan's Bluff and James had
to drop at the curb. The short driveway wouldn't accommodate the
long vehicle.

James, once again, left the vehicle to let
his passenger out. Opening the door, Ryan's Bluff slid out. Doing
so made her dress roll up around her waist and James was treated to
her panty clad crotch.

"Whoa", she exclaimed and stood up to adjust
her dress. "At least my pussy was covered." and giggled.

"Quite alright, there were no cameras to
capture the moment anyway." James smiled.

"I got a great snapshot of that!" she
retorted.

"You mean the bride?" James asked.

"Yes, dead center." she replied.

"I wish I had it. It would remain in my
memoirs." James sounded disappointed.

"What's your cell number? I'll text it to
you." she replied.

"Weren't you supposed to delete it?" James
asked, offering her his arm.

"Not on your life! That girl deserves the
embarrassment." she exclaimed.

James gave her his number and she sent it in
front of him. His phone vibrated that he had it. James, always the
gentleman, didn't open his phone to look at it.

Arriving at her front stoop, he waited until
the door opened. Ryan's Bluff stepped inside the door and
stopped.

After a few seconds, James asked, "Are you
Ok miss?"

"I'm waiting for you to unzip my dress." she
huffed.

"Please forgive me." James shrugged, and
unzipped the dress to her ass.

"Thank you! Have a good night!" and closed
the door.

Heading back to his limo, James wondered if
that was Lisa he just dropped off. What a tease the girl was.

Climbing in, he said, "Cedar Avenue." and
put the oversized vehicle in drive.

"James, do you know where Glendale Park is?"
she asked.

He was well aware of where it was. The prom
trips usually wind up there. The cliffs offered a nice view of the
city and the remote location had no traffic. It was known to be a
lover's hangout.

"Yes, miss." James responded, not sure why
she would be interested at 3:30 am.

"I'm Lisa, not miss." she retorted.

Well, that solved the riddle as far as who
Lisa was. The only mystery remaining was how to satisfy her.
Perhaps she had a destination like Glendale Park in mind, but a
park this time of night made no sense.

"Yes Lisa." James responded, respecting her
wish. "I know the park well."

"Good, head for the cliffs there." she
ordered.

Perhaps she was meeting someone there. She
may have to use discretion for all James knew, but his was not to
question why.