Chapter 2

The backseat of a fifteen year old Saturn Ion sedan. Two hundred thirteen thousand miles on the odometer. The luck of the draw, I guess. I didn’t realize anyone owned a Saturn anymore. I needed to switch to a better rideshare app. The car had a peculiar odor, despite the driver’s attempts to cover it with Febreze and vent-mounted air fresheners. Stale cigarettes and old French fries stuck between the seat cushions.

Astrid couldn’t have cared less about this car, though. She knew I drove a Mercedes, and that’s all that really mattered to a girl like her. She reached for my crotch. She was horny tonight, and looked incredible in her short little cocktail dress. I responded to her touch by putting my hand on her thigh to push her tight skirt higher until the side of my hand contacted her lace panties. When I used my pinky to tease her pussy, she parted her legs, then carefully unzipped me. Her hand disappeared inside my pants to feel around for my cock.

The driver checked her passengers in the rearview. I doubted she could see what we were doing, but I didn’t care if she did. I tipped well, and my rider score was perfect. If she noticed anything, she kept it to herself. Astrid dug inside the buttonless fly of my boxers and wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft. I looked at her and smiled.

“You want to stay over?” she asked.

“Can’t. Gotta see the family tonight.”

She pouted her lip, then curled her mouth into a wicked little smile. She glided her palm over my shaft and worked her fingertips over the head of my cock, bringing me to full hardness.

“You never stay over anymore,” she whined playfully.

“What are you talking about? I stayed over last night.”

“Before that, I mean,” she said, irked that I’d corrected her.

She was right. I’d seen less and less of Astrid the past couple weeks. Dealing with my personal finances had consumed a lot of my time. I had to get out from under the debt. I couldn’t prop it up for much longer. The insane rent on Astrid’s apartment didn’t help matters either.

“Alexis has a thing tomorrow. I wanted to wish her luck before she goes to bed.”

Astrid pulled my cock out into the open to jack me off. Thankfully, I sat behind the driver.

“You’re such a good daddy,” Astrid said, then giggled softly. “You know how to take care of all your little girls.”

Astrid was only eight years older than my daughter. She loved to tease me about being her sugar daddy, and I fucking hated it.

The driver’s phone rang and she answered. Her caller ID displayed the name Kev.

“Hey. Driving. Probably until the bars close. I don’t know. There should be leftovers in the fridge. Just warm it in the microwave. Just warm it up, babe. Just warm it ... whatever. Eat it cold, then. All of it? I guess. No, it’s fine. I’ll just grab something while I’m out. Love you, babe. I said, I love you. Did you hear- Ugh...”

The call disconnected. She checked her rearview again, and we locked eyes for a second before she moved them back to the road. Astrid’s apartment wasn’t far from the restaurant, so I tried to put my cock back inside my pants, but Astrid refused to remove her hand.

“Astrid.”

“Hey,” Astrid said to the driver. “What’s your name?”

The driver glanced at her through the rearview. “Mia.”

“Mia, would you care if I sucked his cock right now?”

“Jesus, Astrid,” I said.

Mia moved her eyes between us. “Please don’t.”

“Why not? Would you kick us out if I did?”

“We’re almost to your drop-off, ma’am. Can’t you wait to do that?”

Astrid looked at me and smiled with an open mouth, the tip of her tongue sticking out. “I could, but where’s the fun in that?”

“I apologize for my girlfriend,” I said to Mia. “She’s had a little too much to drink tonight.”

“It’s alright, sir.”

“I’m going to do it anyway,” Astrid said, then leaned over to engulf my cock with her mouth.

The car swerved as Mia checked over her shoulder to see if Astrid was really that crazy. She was.

“Ma’am, please. Ma’am?”

“Mia,” I said, getting her attention. “We’re almost there. There’s a fifty dollar tip in it for you if you just keep driving and ignore us.”

Astrid made no attempt to be subtle or discrete. She moaned and slurped, moving her lips rapidly up and down my shaft. She took me deep and made a muffled gagging sound, before resuming her blowjob.

“Fifty bucks?”

I almost didn’t answer her. “Yeah, sure.”

“Make it a hundred.”

I glared at her through the rearview. “Are you negotiating with me?”

“A hundred, or I pull over and give you a one-star rating. Your choice.”

I looked down at the back of Astrid’s head, then up at Mia’s reflection. “I’ll give you the hundred, but she gets to keep going until she finishes. Deal?”

Mia thought about it, but I could tell Astrid’s noisy, sloppy blowjob distracted her. “Your drop-off is coming up. What should I do?”

“Circle the block a couple times,” I suggested. “She’s really good, so this shouldn’t take too long.”

Mia stared at me through the rearview, then sighed and moved her eyes forward. “Fine. You better not stiff me.”

“I won’t.” I put my hand on Astrid’s head and muttered under my breath. “That’s it, baby. Suck that cock. Oh god, that feels really good.”

I heard Mia’s quiet scoff as she turned the corner of Astrid’s block. Her phone rang again. This time, a call from Kiera.

“Hey. Working. Weird.” She looked at me through the rearview. “I’ll tell you about it later. You did?” she asked, sounding excited. “What did he say? What do you mean? Did you show him the business plan? Kiera! Come on, Kiera! The projections are in there! Can you send it to him now? Just email it to him. Kiera. Kiera. Kiera, just shut the fuck up for a second. Send it to him. I don’t care what he said. Send it anyway. Will you do it? I heard what you said, but will you? Forget it, I’ll send it myself. Why not? Kiera! I set up that meeting ... Fuck, Kiera! Look, I’ve got a ride. Yes, I’m driving right now. I’ll call you back later. Yeah, you too. Later.”

She tapped the End Call button and exhaled a frustrated grunt. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself.

I lasted longer than I thought, blowing my load into Astrid’s mouth after the sixth circuit. Astrid sat up and waited for Mia to look at her through the rearview. Then she opened her mouth to show Mia my cum before swallowing it.

“Mm, yummy,” Astrid said, mostly for Mia’s benefit, and Mia scoffed again.

I quickly zipped up as Mia glided the antique Saturn into the unloading zone in front of Astrid’s high rise. Astrid leaned over to kiss me, but I moved my head back.

“You have some ... right here,” I said, indicating the side of my mouth with my finger.

Astrid touched her face, then smiled and snaked out her pink tongue to lick the cum. After she swallowed it, I gave her a quick kiss. Astrid leaned over between the front seats to talk to Mia.

“Word of advice, honey. Ditch your man and find someone who’ll take care of you the way you deserve.”

When Astrid passed through the building’s tall glass doors, Mia threw her shitbox into drive. Our second stop was to my office building, so I could pick up my car.

“Sorry about that,” I said.

“Uh huh.” She sounded annoyed, though I suspected it wasn’t me she was annoyed at.

“You starting a business or something?” I asked. When her eyes moved to the rearview, I chuckled. “Sorry. Couldn’t help but overhear.”

“It’s nothing.”

I pulled out my phone to check my emails, then my calendar. Desdemona Harrington had confirmed our appointment for the day after tomorrow, but had to push it back an hour to seven o’clock. Fine. I accepted. I kept scrolling emails.

“What kind of business?” I asked without looking up.

Mia hesitated a while before answering. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Uh huh.” I was about to switch to Slack, but double-checked my calendar. Serena had cancelled our standing daily blowjob appointment. “Son of a bitch.”

“Sorry?”

I looked up. “Nothing. What kind of business did you say?”

Her eyes moved repeatedly from the road to the rearview. “I said it’s hard to explain.”

“Don’t you have a one-liner?” I asked, and her brow knotted. “A one-liner. You know? An elevator pitch.”