The Escort's Taxi Ride - Part 5

My Dear, Lovely Readers,

Thank you for your interest in the suspenseful adventures of Mario, the hot taxi driver, and Suzanne, the elite escort. Due to the increased interest, I've decided to play with them a little more. But don't worry, the suspense will be over soon, so they can have the picket fence they deserve (and then some). So, if you are into a little bit of kinkiness, dress-up and roleplay, then you will enjoy the coming chapters.

HOWEVER, this one in particular might be disturbing to some, as it contains certain (how shall I call them).. 'delicate' scenes. They might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I did feel like they were essential to complete the story line. Not to mention that we get quite an insight into both Mario's and Suzanne's mind, especially how they feel about each other and the situation while under lots of pressure. For some reason, to me, this part is quite emotional, and it made me weep and root for the couple (of course, I know what will happen, but still, you know what I mean).

All in all, please skip this part if you wish, otherwise be warned. And of course, have fun (lots of fun)!


Timea x







I watch helplessly as a man with a ponytail points a gun at Suzanne. I assume he is her boss, and the guy keeping me from doing anything stupid is his bodyguard. I try to remember my training from the past five years, and my autopilot soon kicks in, despite my fear of what might happen to the woman I love. I turn my head slightly, letting blood trickle down my forehead, and address her boss with as much authority as I can muster.

“Hey man, let her go. It’s me who you are after. I’m the one who made a fool out of you all those years ago.”

I can only hope that me trying to buy us some time doesn’t get us killed a minute too early. But as I expected, Jim Saltzman turns his attention towards me. I can see the fading scar on his left cheek, a cut that slices through his eyebrow. And although I’ve never seen the man per se, I remember him from all those pictures my boss handed to me almost four years ago. Ever since then, I’ve been training for this moment, and this moment alone. And yet, now it seems like only minutes passed since my first night with Suzanne.

Jim’s snort brings me back to the present, and more pressingly, to the matter at hand. His body language is a bit tense, and his hand is shaking slightly. Could he be nervous? I wonder if his reputation is true at all. I always assumed that guys like him get someone else do their dirty work, without them having to lift a finger. Jim blinks twice, looking at me as if I was a freak, but then slowly, but deliberately, he shifts on his feet to face me. Which is all I wanted. I let out a sigh as I watch the gun move from Suzanne’s temple, and before he could think better off it, I continue:

“Nobody says no to the biggest gangster in town, I know that now…”

The pain reaches me quicker than the barrel, or it might just be that I’ve anticipated the move. I wipe my aching jaw, but I never look at my opponent. I believe that concentrating on Jim is the key to our survival, even if it means I need to endure a hit or two.

“Watch your mouth!”

Shouts the gorilla, and my ears start ringing. But Jim holds up a hand and his puppet shuts up instantly. Yeah, just as I thought.

“Come on now, Roy, he is just trying to charm me. Aren’t you, Mario?”

I nod reassuringly, spitting out some blood at the same time.

“As you said, chief. I made a mistake back then, and I’m not going to make it again. All I want is to be included in your gang.”

His eyes narrow when I say the last few words, and for a heartbeat I think he is going to shoot me right here and now. Oh, for fuck’s sake, where are you guys? I want to glance towards Suzanne, to make sure she is okay, but I know I can’t. I mustn’t let Jim know that I care, otherwise there won’t be a second chance. I faintly hear water dripping somewhere in the far corner, and the sound is deafening. I’m sure I will appreciate the little things after this. Like listening to birds singing, or sniffing a flower or two on a warm spring day. I will appreciate life itself. If we survive today. After what seems like hours, Jim says in a voice that closely resembles a madman’s:

“Very well then.”

I can literally feel the tension leave my body, and relief washes over me. Except, there is no mercy in his eyes. None, whatsoever. His laugh shakes me to my core. The barrel of the gun connects with my jaw once more, but Jim doesn’t stop Roy this time. The pain numbs my senses, and I know I made a mistake. But how did he figure it out?

“Oh, come on now, you thought I’m buying this? Please. I know you are underestimating me, but don’t be rude. I’m not stupid. Or did you think I haven’t noticed the way you looked at her? Or, for that matter, the way she looked at you? How pathetic. It makes me want to retch.”

He makes a gurgling sound, and both him and his lapdog burst into an even more blood-chilling laughter. I suddenly feel like the dispensable movie actor, who has just come to the end of his scene, where he will spill his guts. Quite literally. But, just like in movies, occasionally you get a second chance in real life as well. A tiny hole in the plan, one you can slip through. All you need to do is find it, until it’s too late. Well, I’m not about to let my opportunity slip away. Jim takes a step closer, and I hold up my hands in mock defeat.

“Okay, okay, you caught me. I do care about her. But that doesn’t change the fact that I wish I said yes that day. I really mean that. Just think about it. Suzanne is one of your best escorts, right? You’ve seen the show we put on for you, and you have to admit it was pretty impressive.”

I look deep into his eyes, not letting fear take over. It’s now or never. He thinks for a moment, then motions for me to go on.

“If you let me join you guys, the possibilities, and of course your earning potential will be endless. You could send us out to a client, and he (or she) could watch us play, or they could join the fun. We could even do group shows. Exclusive shows, for an exclusive price. So, what do you say?”

I realize a second too late that I’m rambling. I memorized the lines, so telling a lie now should have come easy, yet I still messed it up. The pace was too fast, and I’m sweating, too. God, I’ve been preparing for this for the past five years. Sure thing, all of this is different on paper. And considering that I have never had to do a live performance before, I might have done just fine. But instead of the desired effect, Jim just shakes his head, taking another step closer, and my inner muscles clench. The mad glint in his eyes tells me that I didn’t convince him.  Not at all. While waiting for the third hit, I try to take count of all the things I could do to save Suzanne at least. Well, the list isn’t long, so I finish by the time Jim reaches me. The deadly blow never arrives though. Although, I’m not sure how long I can survive the sound of his sickening laughter.

“You want to join us that bad, eh?”

I know I shouldn’t be shocked by the question, but it takes me by surprise. Could I have been wrong? The moment he continues, I know that I wasn’t.

“Very well then. How about you start straight away?”

I gulp, nodding numbly. There is only one direction this can be going. And it ain’t good…




9. Suzanne


If anyone knows how it feels when a moment of pure pleasure turns into a living nightmare, then it’s me. My hands are shaking as I reach for Mario’s cock, mind racing. Are they going to shoot me while I’m giving him a blowjob? How ironic would that be? Not that I would mind dying this way, but I’m not ready yet. And besides, Jim told me that once Mario agrees to join us, my suffering would be over. God, I wish I knew he meant it this way.

“Well, well, look at that. The big boy needs some encouragement. So, go on then, help him raise the flag, or I will. And trust me, he won’t enjoy my method half as much as yours.”

Jim’s spiteful words echo in my mind as I glance at the camera, then back up into Mario’s concerned eyes. I’m not sure I will be seductive or reassuring enough to get him going this time, not with everything that’s going on. Fuck, our life depends on it, so I need to try at least. It isn’t my first time doing this in front of an audience, nor is it new to me that I’m being recorded for some pervert’s pleasure. But I’ve never done it while fearing for my life. Or have I been kidding myself all along? Has this been behind it all the time, an inability to break out of this vicious circle? I decide to discuss that with myself later. If we survive. For now, I need to put all my energy and expertise into making Mario’s cock hard.

And I do exactly that. For a brief moment, the threat disappears, and I moan loudly. Maybe a bit too loud, as Jim replies with a laugh that makes the hands on my back stand on edge. Calming my nerves I take a deep breath, cupping Mario’s balls into my left hand, massaging them gently. Tracing my tongue along the pulsating purple head, then down the flaccid shaft, I am tempted to get lost in the sensation once more. I am tempted to forget about the gun that’s pointed at Mario’s head, I’m more than eager to forget that we aren’t exactly doing this for fun. What the hell does Jim want? We have already given a show, so why doesn’t he just let us go?

Mario’s cock starts to pulsate in my mouth, and he grabs my hair, tugging at it gently. It might be the danger, or the close proximity of our impending demise, but I feel more aroused than ever. Taking him in deeper, I swirl my tongue around, tickling his sensitive skin. I can literally feel his dick swell with my every movement, and I let my hands explore his muscular stomach. I desperately need a distraction. Jim breathing down my neck doesn’t help. Nor does his next move. His breath makes me shiver, and not in a good way.

“What do you say, Roy? Shall we join in the fun?”

They both start laughing, and Mario grunts, pulling me off his cock. I’m dumbfounded, silently praying for him to stay quiet. Of course, I’m out of luck - again.

“Don’t you dare touch her, you pervs!”

Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I can hear the click of the safety pin. With heart pounding in my chest, I turn around, slowly raising to my feet. Mario tries to push me behind him, but I don’t let him. Looking into Jim’s evil eyes, I lift my chin up in defiance.

“You had your fun, Jim, now let us go.”

The calmness and authority in my voice surprises us all, and I can feel Mario’s cock press into my butt. Oh, so he does like his woman to take charge of the situation. Under different circumstances, I would smile at the irony. Too bad I won’t get a chance to make love to him one last time before…

“Let you go? You must be kidding, right? Now, what would be the fun in that?”

Jim’s mock incredulous tone sends another shiver down my spine, and I glance at his gun. His eyes follow suit, and his smile returns. With his other hand he forms a pistol and aims at my forehead. Then, after a heartbeat, he moves the fictional gun to lower regions, finally pointing at my pubic mound, and I gulp, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He sticks his tongue out, then fires the imaginative gun, and I swear my heart stops beating for a second. Mario uses my momentary lapse to push me backwards, shielding me with his body. I want to protest, I really do, but all I can do is cling to his muscular back with all my might and wait for this to finally be over. Deep down I still hope that Mario still has a few tricks up his sleeve. I’m not sure why, but I do. Of course, I might be placing him on a pedestal, because I… Well, because I love him. If it wasn’t for the danger we are in, I probably would have never admitted that to myself, let alone him. Oh well, too bad that it’s too little too late…