Chapter 2: Vulgar Driver

The interior light is switched on filling the car with light. Pooja looks up from her phone screen and notices her driver ogling at her.

She clears her throat to let her driver know that she can see him staring at her through the mirror.

“Madam, you look muuuuaaaahhh...”, Rocky says shamelessly with a wide smile and keeps ogling at her.

“Thank you, but can you look at my face ... or better yet, can you please focus on the road!” Pooja exclaims.

She is alone in the car and they are driving late in the night on a deserted road. Yet, there is not a hint of fear or anger in her tone. She just looks like she is trying to hide a smile and look serious.

“Oh come on!...”, He says and looks at the uber app to learn her name and continues, “ ... Pooja ma’am, how can you ask that while looking so...”

He pulls his tongue out and licks his upper lips slowly.

“ ... delicious?”.

“Oh my God! That is so creepy!” Pooja exclaims.

She has stopped using her phone and put it aside. She looks like she is trying to be sound offended.

He doesn’t stop staring and says, “Madam, half your tits bulging out from your top is jiggling like jelly with the car and that camel toe in silky red panty...”.

“Oh my God. Is it visible?”, she says as she pulls her skirt down and adjusts her seating.

“ ... between you thick thighs is making me thirsty. Dont pretend you don’t want this reaction after making yourself look like a whore”, he says with a mischievous smile, like he is revealing one of her secrets.

“That is so rude and so sexist! I don’t want to ride anymore ... just stop the car”, she says.

She doesn’t sound serious.

“Sorry baby, my car can’t stop before it has reached the destination”, he jokes.

“Then stop talking like that!”, she demands like a toddler demanding to take her seriously.

“How can I when all I can think about is plunging my face in those pillowing milk jugs and shoving my hard cock in between those thick thighs...”, he adds.

“Stop. You are being so gross. Stop!”, she says. Again it doesn’t sound like she is offended.

“So how else can a guy compliment a slutty whore like yourself?”, he asks with a smile.

“First stop calling me slut and whore!”, she exclaims without anger, like she is genuinely teaching something new.

“Fine Pooja ma’am, tell me what compliments are good?”, he asks.

“I don’t think you can compliment anyone while staring at her like you are doing right now, like you want to eat me!”, she says.

“But that is right ... I definitely want to squeeze and drink all the milk out of those jugs!”, he says while with one hand, miming action to squeeze breasts and drinking milk.

“Oh my God! Shut up! That is so vulgar!”, she complains like he made an offensive joke.

“I asked you how to compliment...”, he says like it’s her fault.

“That’s not ... fine ... you can look up ... compliment the girl’s face, or something on the face like eyes ... you can never go wrong with complimenting her eyes...”, she says.

“Fine ... your lips are looking so soft and beautiful...”, he says.

“I guess that’s okay...”, Pooja says

“ ... I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my hard cock”, he adds.

“Noooooo!”, she exclaims trying hard to hide her smile.

“You know what can improve the outfit? if the top was a little lower, so that a little portion of areola was visible ... that would drive men crazy!”, he says.

“Stop commenting on my dress!”, she exclaims.

“I have seen pics of foreign women doing this ... just a hint of areola...”, he says.

She looks at him suspiciously.

“I don’t know if you are being serious ... but I can never do that ... this country is too conservative ... I was in a party and other women were looking at me with disgust...” she says with a pinch of sadness.

“Of course you wanted to show more of those beautiful tit ... Fuck the women ... By the way, how did the dudes look at you?”, he asks.

“Well no one was ogling at me like you are doing”, she replies.

“They were fucking pussies...”, he says.

“That’s disgusting ... wait where are we? ... which way is this? Why does it look so dark?”, she asks.

“Other roads ... they would be full of traffic ... this road has no traffic ... it goes in between a forest, with no street lights and is completely deserted ... I don’t think anyone would be here for miles”, he says the last part slowly while looking at her eyes.

She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds as he gives her a villainous smile.

“Fine, just stop being gross!”, she says finally.

She still doesn’t seem scared or angry.

“Tell me, do you have a boyfriend ... I mean you must have right? with that fucking hot body...”, he says.

“Hmmm ... I don’t ... now...”, she replies.

“What happened? Did he find you with someone else’s cock shoved inside your cunt?”, he asks casually.

“What ... that is so ... how did you know that?”, she asks

He laughs.

“Never mind how I know that. It has absolutely nothing to do with the tiny pieces of clothes you are wearing or that your nipples have hardened from listening to a complete stranger want to shove his face between those melons”, he says while laughing.

She covers her chest with one hand.

“Shut up! You don’t know anything!”, she exclaims.

“So go on tell me you didn’t open those slutty legs for anyone else except your boyfriend...”, he says.

“That’s not ... shut up ... how did you know about him finding me ... hmm...”, she says trying to find the right words.

“ ... with a cock shoved inside you? Because you are also dumb along with being a massive slut...”, he says and laughs.

“ ... shut up you don’t know anything ... I didn’t want it ... that asshole forced himself on me...”, she says defensively.