Chapter 1

When I got his text, my heart started beating so hard I was sure it would beat right out of my chest. It said, “This Friday, get a high top van that can seat at least 8 passengers. Maybe get a 15 passenger van, so we have room to spread out. Pick up time is 7PM. Make sure you have no other fares for the rest of the night. You may want to plan for a light day on Saturday also. I will Venmo you some money to help with up front costs.”

When I read the part about 8 passengers, I seriously consider chickening out. Can I really take on 8 guys at the same time? Well, I guess it can’t be more than three at the same time, right? I mean, there is NO fucking way I am letting anybody try any of that doubling up in my pussy crap or anything like that. So, three goes into me, 2 times, carry the 2 ... So, I guess it will be more than a couple of rounds of three in me. Hey, don’t give me any flack. If I was any good at math, I wouldn’t have ended up stripping in the first place, when I got out of high school.

As I am racking my brain with this higher math, my phone dings letting me know that John’s Venmo came through. I look and I am pretty sure my eyes pop out like in the cartoons, when I see sum of money. It is five thousand dollars. Five fucking thousand dollars??? This has to be a mistake. He must have meant five hundred and mistyped it. For a second, I think of just going with it, but John has been a great customer and I definitely want him coming back ... or should I say cumming back? LOL.

I text him that I think he made a mistake on the amount. He immediately texts back, “No mistake. Get a good size van and buy some sexy clothes. Be advised, we will be ruining the clothes, that is why I want to pay ahead for your expenses.”

I read this text several times, to let it fully sink in. Oh my GOD ... What do they have planned for me??? I feel a shiver of fear run through me, followed by and even more powerful wave of excitement. I realize that I can’t do a damn thing or even think about a damn thing, until I take care of this overwhelming arousal I am feeling. Thank God, I haven’t left the house yet, and I have an industrial strength vibrator, that will not only get me off in record time, it is also powerful enough to strip paint. As you can imagine, there is absolutely NO chance of there being any paint on or in my pussy ... and other places ... Hey, don’t judge me ... I am a single woman with an EXTREMELY high sex drive.

As I pull out my 10 inch black vibrator, that I have named “The Terminator”, I do my best Arnold impression, as I say, “Cum with me if you want to live.” I switch it on and I feel like the lights in the neighborhood dim slightly. It sounds like something between a light saber turning on, and those things they used in “Ghost Busters”. You get the idea. It is fucking powerful. When I touch it to my sensitive nipples, I immediately feel lightning shoot from them STRAIGHT to my pussy, which starts to leak ... and THAT is why I paid extra for leather furniture. I can only imagine the stains if I went with cloth.

After I have my nipples so overstimulated that I will cum SCREAMING, if a breeze blows across them, I push my big tits around The Terminator and think of John’s big cock sliding between them. I dip my mouth down and suck the tip of the vibrator with each up thrust. I feel my teeth chattering and make a note to myself, to NOT do this too often. I am making pretty good money now, but no sense in paying more to the Dentist than I have to.

I save my teeth, and relieve my desperately needy pussy, by using the Terminator where he can do the most good ... or bad, depending on your perspective. I plunge him into my wet pussy, like I am Michael Myers and my pussy is camp counselor. I mean, I am fucking MURDERING my pussy. the intense vibrations combined with my brutal fucking, in and out of my sopping wet pussy, makes me cum almost immediately. It is so fast, that I a seriously considering another round. As I realize that I can easily get into a death spiral of masturbation, needing to cum again and again and again, I force myself to stop, so that I can clean myself up and leave the house. Did I mention, I have a customer to pick up in ... Oh my GOD ... less than half an hour????

SO much for a shower. I do a quick wipe down to make sure I am not dripping my cum down my thighs, and throw on some professional-ish clothes. This is a first time customer, and not one of my “fares with benefits”, as I call my customers that get my very special ride service. As, I pull on a pretty yellow sun dress, I try to remember the fare’s name and where I need to pick him up. As I lean over to put on some strappy high heel sandals, my damn tits flop down and almost come out the top of the dress. Yes, I definitely forgot to put on a bra. Being a busty girl, I seldom go out without a bra, because my damn 36DDs move around more than a kid with ADHD. Well, too late now. I have got to get a move on. Being late as a rideshare driver, is not a good thing.

I pull up to the high rise apartment building, just on time. I still see this hipster looking asshole, look at his pocket watch with a scowl. Yeah, the dick head actually has a pocket watch. Can you believe that? What is he some kind of train conductor? What the fuck is it with these Gen whatevers??? I swallow the snarky things I want to say, and I greet him in my overly cheery Stepford Wives’ voice, “Good morning Sir. Are you Mister Jenkins?”

In a surly voice, he tells me “Yeah, and I have been waiting for you. What’s the deal?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I just couldn’t extract myself from my last encounter ... and it left me kind of shaken ... I rushed right over, as soon as I could. I thought I made it on time, though,” I respond.

“Well, you are just lucky that I am not in a hurry,” he says, continuing to bust my cunt. Hey, I don’t have balls. What can I say?

He leans over my seat to confirm the address of his destination, and I see him visibly sniffling the air. I am suddenly struck with how strong the scent of horny pussy is, in the car. I mean, my GOD, the whole car smells like a damn whore house. I look into the mirror to see if he recognizes the scent, just as he is looking into the mirror, to look at my face. Our eyes meet and I am sure he can clearly see the guilty look on my face. I can also see the smirk on his face. Yes, apparently he is familiar with the particular scent a woman gives off when she is very fucking horny and has cum at least once.

Then I feel my unrestrained nipples growing hard, VERY rapidly. I look down to see how obvious they look, and he follows my eyes down. Yes, he gets a VERY good look at my rising shame ... I look up into the mirror and see that shit eating grin, get even bigger. I blush so red, I am surprised that I don’t blind him. I feel like I should say something ... ANYTHING ... to break this feeling of being a deer trapped in head lights. Ironically, it is my own high beams that are blinding me.