A taxi driver's mistakes lead a young businessman to sex and a much better career.
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Long ago, I decided that success in business was much more important than dating or family. My decision paid off in a big way. My startup was a bigger hit than I dared to dream, and a huge conglomerate offered me an obscene amount of money for it. After I sold my company and retired at the ripe old age of 32, the next day was even more unusual.
I woke up at 5:58, two minutes before the alarm went off. I shaved, showered, and put a suit on as usual. I picked up my wallet and keys and got to the garage before I realized I didn’t need to hurry to the office. I didn’t work anymore. I had a quarter billion dollars, and plenty of time to do anything I wanted.
I filled and started the coffee maker. I enjoyed the nice coffee aroma while making toast and an omelet. I watched the birds out the window while I ate a nice breakfast, for a change. I wouldn’t need to look good for any meetings, so I took off my tie. I watched the morning news, then put a load of laundry in the washer. I cleaned up a small coffee spill and washed the few dishes in the kitchen sink. I looked around but found no other chores waiting. Maybe I could call one of the ladies I used to do business with and invite her to dinner. But no, she’d be at work.
I hadn’t been bored in a long time and hated it. I thought about what to make for supper and realized it wouldn’t be supper time for half a day. I looked at my watch for at least the fifth time. It was only 10 am and I was starting to lose my mind already!
The doorbell rang. I thought, ‘Great! Something to do!’ When I opened the front door a cab drove off. A pretty platinum-blonde held a mostly empty bottle of champagne. Despite the cool weather, the college-aged hottie only wore a white bikini, white high heels, and a leather jacket. I saw the shape of her camel toe and smelled the alcohol from two steps away. She asked, “Ish this HIC! Ish this ah...” She stared at a business card a moment. “Ish this 6902 Bimbo Drive? I’m here for ... HIC! ... here to do a porno.”
I told her, “This is 9602 BIMINI Drive.”
“Oh. Can you fuck me and record it while I sleep? HIC!”
She leaned on the wall and began to snore. She fell and I caught her, then carried her to the living room.
She woke and took her jacket off when I laid her on the couch. She slurred several more words, saying, “Pornsh better naked. Get doshe pantsh off. HIC!” She reached for my zipper and passed out again.
I hadn’t had a drink in years, but since I wasn’t going anywhere, I drank the last of the champagne as I stared at her. She had smooth long legs, a flat belly, and several blonde pubic hairs protruded from the edges of her panties. A nipple stuck out of one of the bikini’s cups and moved a little as she snored. Once I got over the surprise, I wondered who she was and why she was there, other than the obvious.
“Hey, wake up.” I touched her ankle lightly, then shook her lower leg a little. “Wake up.” I shook her arm a bit and then touched her cheek, but there was still no reaction.
I looked in her jacket pockets. The left one held a lighter and pack of cigarettes. In the other I found a wallet. Her driver license showed her name was “Samantha Fisher”, and the birthdate on it meant she was a month past 21. The address was three hours away. Her disposable wealth was apparently four dollars, since she had no bank cards. The only other items of interest were a wrapped condom and a business card from a porn company, “Willy Wanky Productions”, on the far side of the city at 6902 Bimbo Drive.
She moved a little in her sleep and the rest of her right breast escaped the bikini top. I debated with myself, should I put it back in, or not? I felt my briefs tighten as I thought about it. Covering her up would be the decent thing to do, but if she woke while I was doing it she might get upset. I thought about it quite a while. I noticed I had instinctively started rubbing myself through my trousers. I stopped myself, then shook her shoulder. “HEY, WAKE UP!”
Still nothing. I decided I’d put her breast back where it belonged, until I noticed how warm and firm it was. I felt her nipple and it slowly swelled. I rationalized with myself, ‘She asked if I would fuck her while she slept. I don’t think she would mind me just playing with her tit.’ I reached into my pants and started masturbating as I fondled her nice boob. The naughty side of my mind won out, and I felt her vulva through her white bikini bottoms. I was fully erect, and knew I was getting close. I ran to the bathroom and emptied my dick into the toilet, then washed myself and combed my hair.
When I opened the bathroom door I smelled smoke. I worried that maybe the house was on fire. I ran to get the fire extinguisher from the garage, and saw the blonde was awake and smoking a cigarette. She was still laying on the couch with a breast hanging out. She asked, “Is the movie over? Can I get my money?” She flicked her ash into the vase of fake flowers on the coffee table.
I said, “I don’t want you smoking in the...”
The doorbell rang again and I jumped. I quickly said, “Cover yourself up!” Through the window, I saw a taxi leaving as I hurried to the door. I wondered, ‘Isn’t that the same driver? With a green hat?’
This time there was a chesty strawberry-blonde at my door, wearing a pink trench coat. Her eyes were glassy and dilated. She said,, “Hi, I'm Jenny. Is this Willy Wanky? 6902 Bimbo Drive?”
I was surprised again, and not just because she was high on something. “No, this is 9602 BIMINI Drive.”
“Is this the place I can get 200 bucks for a blowjob?”
“Um, uh...” I nearly said “yes”.
Jenny asked, “Can we talk inside? It’s cold out.”
“Uh, sure.”
As she walked in, she put the trench coat on a chair. She only wore a light green teddy underneath! She asked, “It’s still 400 for lesbian, right?”
“WHAT?”
I turned and saw Samantha still had her boob out and was still smoking. I explained to the intoxicated beauties, “I ... I think there’s been a big mistake! This isn’t a porn company.”
The confused strawberry-blonde asked, “You don’t want a blowjob for 200? How about 150?” I noticed a slight blue color in one of her nostrils. I realized, ‘cocaine’.
“Uh...” I saw another taxi approaching. The driver had a green hat again. I said, “Hang on a minute!” I ran out to the street as the taxi arrived, and a thin brunette opened the rear door to get out. I exclaimed, “Wait! Wait! I think you have the wrong address!”
She asked, “6902 Bimbo...”
“No! This is 9602 BIMINI!”
The driver said, “Sorry! Stupid computer maps! I’ll take you to the right place, on the house.” The girl in back shut the door and the cab drove off before I could say anything about the other two.
When I returned to the living room Jenny kissed Samantha, then asked me, “Want to do a three-way? 500 apiece?”
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Three thousand dollars, half a dozen condoms, and nearly a day later, I woke up between them.
I decided 32 was far too young to retire.
After breakfast and coffee, I went to buy a small company at 6902 Bimbo Drive.
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