Devil's Work - Sex Stories

Devil's Work

... same street." "You live in a different universe than this street." The Driver turned around a little. With his shaved head and sunglasses he seemed to gleam all over "What's eating you today?" "It's hot. The busses aren't running. I'm not—" "There's something else. There were plenty of other cabs, but you took mine. You never take my cab unless you've got a problem. Spill it already." James hesitated. "Tell me one thing about yourself first." "Sure." "Why do you drive a cab?" "It's a decent job." "But why do you need a job at all? What do they pay you in? Souls?" "No, cash. I can't pay the rent in souls. Look, I'm just a regular guy." James looked at him. "All right, so that's not quite true. But I've got to get by just like a regular guy. This job is a good way to meet people, and people always interest me." The Driver shrugged. "But I get it: You don't trust me. I've got a bad reputation. Always have. That's life." The Driver went to whistling as he maneuvered through traffic. They crawled block by block. James needed to get to 3rd Street and this was still 20th. The heat felt like it was squeezing him. He glimpsed his own balding head in the rearview mirror and then looked away. Someone on the street was playing loud music. He'd never heard the song but he felt like he knew all the lyrics anyway. "It's about Nakia," he said. The Driver looked at him again. "Oh yeah, you two just moved in together. Trouble in paradise already?" "No, no, I'm happy. I'm just a little...too ...

... happy." He squirmed. The inside of the cab felt sticky; he suddenly didn't want to touch the material of the upholstery. "I've always been a one-woman kind of guy. Except for one incident in college—which I deeply regret—I've never been the type to fuck around." "Has that changed?" "No." James sat up a little straighter. "God no." He threaded his tie through his knotted fingers. "But I have been thinking about it. The temptation is there." "Oldest story in the book." "It's been on my mind so much that I'm acting suspicious, and she's getting jealous. We fight. The other day I even went onto a site advertising, you know, escorts?" The Driver whistled. "I didn't realize how explicit it would be. I must have spent two minutes looking at this one: Two women were advertising a blowjob from both of them for a hundred and fifty dollars." "Good looking?" "Not really." "Why'd you care then?" James opened his mouth two or three times before finally answering. "It seemed like a really good deal." The Driver's howled. "Did you call?" "No," James said. "But the fact that I could seemed amazing. I had the money; Nakia was at work; I could have picked up the phone and gone and...done it...and no one would ever know. How do you deal with a thing like that? It seems like..." "A miracle." James pinched his brow. "Not quite. Jesus, it's hot." He glanced at the meter, and then did a double take. Grabbing his briefcase and tie, he gestured for the Driver to pull over. "I'll just walk the rest of ...