Travis and Iris - Sex Stories

Travis and Iris

Travis and Iris

Driving a taxi was very demanding; worst, the company took forty percent of the revenues. Every driver's goal was to one day be able to be the owner of their cab.

Travis had driven cabs for wealthy corporations for many years but was finally breaking free today. He took the bus to the car dealership to get his car. The employee was responsible for demonstrating the finished product, including the sign on the plexiglass separating the rear passenger seat from the front, posting his name: 'Welcome aboard, your driver Travis Bickle.' He shook his hand and wished him good luck and many enjoyable days and fares.

Satisfied that everything was working well, he drove off the lot. Three traffic lights later, he picked up a fare. The customer was a young girl. She was wearing light garments that enhanced all of her forms. She asked him to take her to a cheap tourist room that he recognized as a chronic sex workers' destination. Usually, cab drivers don't converse, but this girl looked so young that he couldn't resist looking at her through the rearview mirror. He broke the silence by asking her if she knew about the reputation of this place.

"Yes," replied the girl, "I rent a room there. It is my place of residence."

"Do you know sex workers bring their customers there?" Travis asked. "Mind you, it's none of my business; you do as you want, but this is the last place I'd bring a beautiful young girl like you. Would it be too indiscreet to ask how old ...

... you are?"

"Yes, it's not your business and too indiscreet to ask about my age."

Before it was too late, he hadn't noticed the car following him. As he stopped at the door of the 'Tourists Rooms,' the vehicle following him bumped his rear bumper.

He rushed out to check if there were damages to his brand-new cab. The other driver got out of his car, shouting: "Are you fucking stupid, stopping so abruptly, you fucking asshole?"

As they argued, Travis didn't notice the lad who opened the rear door of his car and emptied the girl's purse of money.

Since there was no damage, both drivers rescinded in their cars.

When Travis returned to his cab, he noticed the girl was crying. Trying to reassure her, he told her everything was okay, that everything would be well.

"No, it won't be. While you were fighting with the other driver, a guy opened my door, grabbed my purse, and took all my money. Now, I can't pay the fare for the ride."

Astounded, Travis realized the distraction had been a set-up to rob the girl.

"Well, I'll remember my first fare in my brand-new cab for a long time. I sympathize with your loss. But I don't think there's much we can do about it. Unless you have money in your room, I'll consider this a charity case."

"No, no, no, I'll give you my identification, and if you give me your phone number, I'll pay you as soon as possible. You'll have to come to my room because I never carry my ID when working. I always leave it in my room to service a ...