Message-ID: <41058asstr$1046214604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 09:58:17 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel Chapter 112 July 20 1986 -- "Cab Stand Sex Almost" Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 18:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman If you have missed any parts of Taxi Murders the Novel, they are archived on ASSM -Google and at my web site. I welcome feedback in email. sfarragher@nj.rr.com Chapters 1-113 are available at my site. Updates will be posted at least weekly. Thanks, Sean http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapters 113 -- Fort Lee, NJ, Taxi Stand Sunday, July 20 1986 -- "Cab Stand Sex Almost" Fort Lee, NJ Taxi Stand: "On the Light" Summer radiant Laurie breezed by the taxi stand looking for her sometime "boyfriend" Henry. Knocking on the window, Henry's eyes locked with her roll the ass motion. Then Laurie leaned inside and tried to grab Henry's hand. The taxi driver pulled back, mocking her, pretending to be angry and tried to open the cab door. Laurie pushed back forcing it closed. "No, you're going nowhere Mr. She pushed the door lock in. "Hey, don't take this too far babe," Henry starred back and then looking down at her tits and ass, said. "How could someone be so delicious and nasty at the same time. Not taking no for an answer, Laurie reached into the window. "What you got in there for me? I bet I know." Henry paused and then gestured holding his hands up empty. His weathered face lit up. Laurie brushed her hand on his face, and Henry kissed that hand. His mood changed. He became gentle. She became soft and yielding. It was a scene out of a surrealist film. Hard to be believed it had happened. This was not the first time Laurie had surprised Henry with a visit on the stand. Normally, she stayed away. She knew, as he repeatedly said, could not be with her as long as she did drugs and sold her ass. Laurie made Henry sad but he learned to accept his limitations. Laurie stood there for a minute. No one spoke. She watched him become uncomfortable, and he hoped that a fare would walk up to the cab and he could just leave. Pushing back against the half closed window, "You've got to have something," Laurie did not smile making this second request. "No. Got to work. No time Miss Fallon. Aren't you expected at the plantation?" Henry stopped after saying that realizing it was a poor choice in humor. They both knew that Laurie did drugs had rich grandparents who mostly had disowned her, and Henry getting angry wished he had never met this beautiful dangerous woman. "I'm sorry that was unfair." "No problem. You see I was supposed to have a date with this cab driver," Laurie said in a sarcastic tone. "He promised to take me into the city and then fuck me, but he never showed up. That was three months ago. I waited and waited and had to take care of myself, but you love to hear that so I ain't telling you more, Mr. Whitman." "Miss, what kind of guy do you think I am?" Laurie withdrew, and lingered for a second, and then after lighting a cigarette she pressed her breasts down on Henry's arm and blew smoke into his face. She knew Henry hated it. Henry coughed and tried to roll the window up, but stopped when she frowned. "You're right. I deserved that." "Wait, I got something for you." Laurie slowly opened two buttons on her pale blue traditional dress shirt, and leaned down so he could see. When she had his attention she opened two more. "I never wear a bra. I got to practice. Lily gave me a job at the gables. Hope you can come down for a lap dance. I will only charge you double." Henry, in a better mood, leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans. "I never wear underpants." "Take me anywhere, please." "I can't. I am first up on the light." "Fuck you." "I wish." "Promises. Anytime big boy, but then you chicken out and don't show up. "Long term, what would I do with you? I can't afford you." "You never pay and who said anything about something more than a one-night stand. You have no problem with that, do you?" "Can't afford to give you free rides or buy you nose candy." "Sure you can. You don't want to. You got a bee in your ass about it. You'll do weed and acid, but no not cocaine or smack. You're missing out." Laurie pulled up, fixed her top, and started to walk away. The she stopped, turned back, and leaned into the window again. By this time one of the other drivers, a part time dispatcher named Mike had gotten into the back seat of Henry's cab, as drivers do on the taxi stand where bullshit and permissions for it are easy. "Will you kiss me goodbye?" Laurie kissed him. "This asshole giving you a hard time. If he won't, I volunteer." "Mike. I don't think so. What would your girl friend say if you showed up my sweet wet ass, and besides I heard you can't get hard, so what's the use." Henry gave Mike Rosen a dirty look before the conversation, if you could call it that, turned ugly. "Let me out Laurie," Henry insisted. She stepped away from the door and turned her back. Henry turned her around and kissed her, saying simply, you'd be my death darling, but I cannot stop. "I'm just a slut." "Don't put yourself down. This asshole in the backseat is a bullshit artist." "You're an Ass," Mike said. This cunt is a piece of shit. Mike quickly got out of the back seat of the cab. "You're a sad fuck Henry," he said as a parting shot. "How the fuck I'm supposed to know you care for the bitchen ho." After withdrawing, Laurie stood there and talked more, and out of no where used to the bullshit from taxi drivers like Mike reminded Henry her birthday was three months away. Laurie often changed the conversation and tone quickly. It was as if she didn't really listen to herself or the commotion that resulted from what was said "How about a ride so I can get some candy?" "No, Henry said. Fuck no. Get the fuck out of here." "You'd do it for a blowjob. You're just like most of the guys here." "Stop slumming Laurie. It's not funny." Henry softened. He was not sure why. "I can't ride you now. Meet you in an hour at the Plaza diner." OK, maybe I will come back, we'll see, but just before walking away, she smiled, reached up and kissed him this time, lingering. "You smell like the cabs Henry, but I love it." "I guess I'll meet you but don't expect anything, huh, and Laurie brazen rubbed her tits against his hand, not just lingering letting him feel and even see how her breasts were unencumbered. "You smell like clean skin and flashing gray eyes and auburn hair," he whispered talking while running his fingers through her very long hair." "Watch it Mr. I need to work too. Don't mess it up too much unless you want to take me home." Henry stepped back, crossed his arms and he watched her. Laurie seemed small although she was almost 6 foot. She seemed wary and vulnerable with her soft, fake sexy southern voice. Laurie was opposites. Raised in Gainesville Florida and Ridgefield NJ, she looked like a saint at times, and when she needed it could scream and bite and fight like WWF wrestling bimbo. Lighting up a cigarette, smoking it in that brazen way folks do as an act of celebration, Laurie looked back. She had no idea that Henry felt more sorry for her than in love at that moment. "I will be back later. Please, she said. I love you." I must be mad turning this down. Henry knew he would have to pay for the call at this time of day. It was worth it, he reasoned, but I need the money more than sex with a woman who wouldn't sell her mouth for shit. I love her too much. What the fuck. Later, he picked her up. They went back to her place and they mostly slept together. When he left the next morning Henry was sad. It took him weeks to get over a night with Laurie. He ached for her. He told her that and she laughed. As things go Henry did not see Laurie for several months, and then he didn't see her for almost a year. Laurie had lapsed into heavy drug use and was working 23rd Street in New York City on the East side staying away from Fort Lee. Henry loved the strip bar the gables but when Laurie became a featured attraction there, Henry was glad knowing she'd wouldn't be working the streets every day. He realized the more he tried to change her, the more she didn't, so he stopped, found a reasonable school teacher for an evening out and actually almost forgot her. Henry knew that Laurie was a rich girl granddaughter of money. He knew the Herrig estate. They were good customers, and when he rode into that quagmire and found her that day in 1987, almost a year later, Henry let it all go, gave it up, and he realized he could never walk away again. He also knew he could never tell her. If she knew it, he would be lost and he didn't want to fall down and die give his life up to a girl who might not even want him unless he had cash for blow. He knew drugs ruled her life. Love was secondary to that desire to fuck it all up, and to actually die. What Henry didn't know and what would have scared him more. Laurie began to work the porno circuit, and her face, mouth and ass became famous in the cheap loops on 42nd Street. She was a natural, but porn stars can't be hard line drug addicts. They need to make appointments, look bright and cheery. Many of the most famous porno babes had husbands, children and a reasonable normal life. Laurie's life had gone uphill and down during this time, and Henry not seeing all of it forgot her. Later, he wished he had not, but that is the risk we take when we think with our dicks. Cab drivers rarely think beyond their dicks, but Henry was unusual, and Laurie eventually would believe that she was worth the love of this strange man with a difficult life and conflicting motivations. 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