Fake Taxi Go Go dancer give a Private VIP dance

The neon lights of the bustling city street flickered and danced off the polished exterior of the taxicab. Inside, the driver sat patiently, eagerly awaiting his next fare. Little did he know what sort of lucky break he was in for this night.

A group of revellers, flushed with drink and excitement, spilled out onto the pavement from a dingy looking nightclub around the corner. The driver rolled his window down, the pulsating beat drifting out into the night air. The group’s leader, a striking brunette with a tight leather dress and legs for days, approached the car.

“Oi mate, can you take us to these five different places? We’ve got VIP rates lined up,” she slurred, dangling keys and addresses in her manicured hand.

The driver, a balding, portly man in his late forties, felt his pulse quicken. Drunk, scantily clad women bouncing around his cab all night? His kind of gig. “Hop in, ladies,” he said with a toothy grin.

They piled in the back, a tangle of arms and legs and giggles. The gorgeous brunette Jane, a go-go dancer at the club, took the passenger seat next to him. He caught a glimpse of her lacy white thong peeking out beneath the impossibly short hemline of her Micro-mini dress. His mouth went dry.

As they zipped from one destination to the next, fending off drunk men’s clumsy passes and groping hands, Jane regaled them all with raunchy tales from her nights on stage. She playfully described how she’d tease the men, denying them the prize of her body, and edging them with the promise of a lap dance that would remain wholesome.

The cab was charged with sexual energy. Low hanging fruit, ripe for the picking, the driver thought to himself. But he played it cool, wanting to let the buzz of inhibition lower.

Finally, at the last stop, Jane lingered after dropping off her friends. “Hey, how about a little private show to thank you? VIP treatment in the back?”

The driver nearly choked. He pulled over quickly. “I thought you’d never ask…” He stepped out and unlocked the cab doors with a dramatic flair.

Jane climbed into the back and struck a pose, usurping one of her signature dance numbers. She rolled her hips to an unheard beat, arms undulating sensually in the air. The driver drank in her every movement.

Jane made her way to her feet, towering over his seated position. She ground her plump rump into his lap as she twerked. He reached out to squeeze and knead the supple flesh but was brushed off playfully.

Down she went to the floor, laying back and shimmying her hips, the backs of her thighs on full display. The driver undid his trousers, afraid the seams would burst. His thick length sprung free, erect and throbbing.

With a dazed look, Jane crawled over, ass in the air. Her face was level with his manhood as she gyrated. The driver palmed the back of her head, pushing it gently to his groin. She took him into her mouth eagerly.

Grunting and shifting, he pistoned in and out of her hot, wet hole. One hand held her face as he fucked it, the other groped her ass relentlessly. Her moans vibrated deliciously around his shaft. She deep throated him expertly, reversal cowgirl style.

The driver felt his balls draw up tight. With a grunt, he tugged Jane off by the hair and aimed himself at her round, bronzed ass. Thick ribbons of hot cum arced through the air, splattering against the curves. Some landed on the lower part of her back, trailing into her thong.

Jane stood up, eyeliner smeared and pout plump from the rough face fucking. She wiped cum from her skin and sucked it off, fantasizing about pleasing all those men at the club. The driver could only watch in awe, spent and satisfied.

There was a long pause. “So…don’t suppose you’ve got a card? I’ve got some regular clients that might appreciate this sort of treatment…”

The driver smiled, slowly closing his pants. “I thought you’d never ask. What’s next on the menu, sweetheart?”