service is often utilized by various celebrities because
of a well-deserved reputation for discretion and
excellent service. It's a job I enjoy greatly, not least
because of the opportunity to share the occasional sexual
fling with one of my famous passengers.
These flings are always at the instigation of my
passenger. I value the work too much to go making
unwelcome advances. Now don't get the wrong idea. It
doesn't happen with everyone that gets in my car. It
seems to be a matter of circumstances being just right. I
just don't bother writing about the typical drive 'em
here, drive 'em there, take 'em home assignments. I would
rather make known the tales of the tails I've known.
Some of the tales are pretty standard in terms of the
sexual activity. They just happen to involve people that
are well-known entertainers and such. On the other hand,
I have had a few adventures that went beyond what is
typically classified as "normal" sex; they would most
likely be classified as "kinky". The first time this
happened was with fashion model Asin Asin.
My assignment was to drive up to Ventura, about an hour
north of Los Angeles, to pick up Miss Asin and bring
her back to the city. I made good time on the drive up
and arrived about 20 minutes before I was expected. I
parked the limousine outside the address I was given and
went into the lobby.
It was a large office building with several floors and a
number of offices listed on the directory. I hadn't been
given any specific instructions beyond the address but I
noticed a photography studio listed for the third floor.
I figured that was good bet, especially considering it
was a Saturday afternoon and the other businesses were
likely closed. I took the elevator to the third floor and
when the doors opened, I found myself standing in front
of a reception desk manned by a young blonde wearing a
telephone headset.She was speaking into the phone so I waited patiently
until she finished and explained why I was there. It
turned out I was at the correct location and the
receptionist indicated that I should have a seat while
she notified Miss Asin that I had arrived.
Several minutes later, she called to me and told me I
could go ahead to the dressing room, as the shoot was
finished and Miss Asin would probably need assistance
with her bags. I followed her instructions down a hallway
and knocked on a door that said "Dressing Room".
A voice loudly called for me to come in, so I opened the
door and walked inside. There were quite a few people
inside, some who appeared to be other models and some who
appeared to be aides and assistants of both sexes. Before
I had a chance to say anything, an older woman approached
and asked if she could help me. I explained who I was and
she indicated a tall black woman in the corner, seated at
a makeup table with her back to me.
I moved across the room and cleared my throat, then spoke
her name. She stood and turned to face me. She was
wearing a yellow knit mini-skirt and a matching yellow
tube top. The top was low on her chest and revealed her
tits almost to her nipples, which were poking out through
the material. I guess I was staring noticeably, because
she put her finger under my chin, tilted my head up so I
was looking at her face and said "I'm up here."
I was pretty embarrassed to have been caught ogling her
and I felt my cheeks flush. She laughed at my reddened
face and gave me a little pat on the head. I dropped my
eyes completely to the floor, noticing in the process
that she was barefoot.
"Aw, don't be that way. Men just can't help themselves.
What's your name, handsome?" she inquired.
I introduced myself and explained that I was her
chauffeur for her ride back to Los Angeles. She nodded
and indicated several nearby pieces of luggage, asking if
I could carry them for her. I grabbed the bags and turned
to lead her out. As I passed by her, I gave a gasp and a
little jump as she pinched my ass, hard.