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“Hey, Mack—uh—honey!”
What would you say if you climbed into a cab, expecting to see a male driver, and were confronted with the likes of Sherry, nineteen, single, voluptuous—and a lady hack from Manhattan?
After splitting from school, Sherry lands a job as a cab driver, mostly for the bread, but also to meet interesting and unusually promiscuous people.
She does.
Her sexploits begin the first night out with Kris, the orgy stud. From there, she winds and entwines her way through the streets of “Sin City,” picking up on everybody’s tricks, from a Seventh Avenue pimp to Lesbian porno stars.
Follow Sherry’s first hand account of her wild, wanton adventures, from her beginning as a naive librarian to a starring role in a porno flick.
It’s a wild ride!
I liked my new job. I really did. Only two hours into it, but already I knew this was the job for me.
The woman said something through the plastic partition. I cocked my head toward the opening.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“How refreshing,” she said again.
I thought she was talking about the air conditioner, and I was concerned that she was getting the full benefit of it back there. Two of my earlier fares had complained that they weren’t getting anything back there, even after I had tried to tilt the dashboard vent up so that the cool stream of air sailed through the opening in the partition. The other vent, of course, was aimed at me, reasoning that my comfort was as at least as important as my fare’s.
With one hand on the wheel, I tried to reach the other vent.
Is that better?”
“Are you kidding? It’s like an oven back here. I’d open the windows but I’d probably be poisoned by the fumes from all those cars.”
I stopped for a red light. I glanced back up at the rearview mirror, trying to get a picture of the woman. Sunlight was streaming through the windshield at me, but the back of the cab was in shadows.
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