Taxi Driver

"That will be twenty-three dollars," Achid said as he pulled up to the 
airport driveway.  The overweight Zionist bastard stopped yakking into 
his cell phone long enough to throw the taxi driver a ten and a twenty, 
and left without either waiting for change or at least saying 'good 
night.'  He hurried into the airport, holding his yarmulke down with one 
hand while holding the cell phone to his ear with the other.

Achid sat idly daydreaming about shoving the yarmulke, or the cell 
phone, or both, up the Zionist's yehud arse, when the back door of his 
taxi opened.  In slid a woman.  Long, curly blonde hair, chewing her 
bubble gum noisily, the infidel whore looked into his eyes through the 
rear-view mirror.  "Eighth and Main, and step on it!"

"Of course, miss," Achid said with feigned courtesy.  "I am quick 
driver, and will get you there very quick!"

The taxi driver pulled away from the airport parking, hurrying to beat 
the shuttle bus pulling out at the same time.  He was perhaps a little 
too speedy in pulling out into traffic and his fare jostled a little in 
the back seat.

"God damn, driver!"  The infidel's curse fell from her lips with the 
ease of frequent use.  "Get me there in one piece, won't ya?"  She 
caught his eye in the rear view mirror and winked.  "I'll make it worth 
your while, cutie."

"My sincere pardon, miss," Achid said with feigned sincerity.  In 
Afghanistan, cursing Allah would have gotten the infidel 10 lashes and 
what she implied afterward might have gotten her worse.  Yet here, he 
had to play the polite chauffeur for these decadent servants of the 
Great Satan.  "I will get you there safe, you have my word."

As the taxi driver slipped out onto the highway and into the city, he 
could not help stealing a glance or two, or three, at his fare.  Her 
face, painted as all western whores, was actually quite pretty, with 
eyes like twinkling blue gems.  Her hair was like spun gold, and it fell 
past her shoulders to her breasts.  The top two buttons of her blouse 
were open, leaving Achid with a good view of her enticing cleavage.  

"Like what you see, driver?"  The infidel whore's knowing smile when she 
met his eyes made Achid feel guilty.  Of course, Allah was already 
watching him watching the woman.  But hopefully He would forgive him; 
after all, why was she painted like a whore if she didn't want to be 
looked at like one?

She made a show of fluffing up her hair and caressing her breasts.  
"Better than a burkah any day, ain't it?"

The taxi driver didn't answer; she was a test, baiting him.  He wasn't 
going to fall for it.  Instead, he just drove, a little too fast 
perhaps, and fortunately was not stopped by the police.  In short order 
he had her to her destination.

"Eighth and Main; we are here, miss."  Achid said with unfeigned relief.  
Now he could get rid of the whore and the impure thoughts she was 
putting into his head.  "You want me to stop here in front?"

"Nah, pull around to the side entrance."  The blonde pointed to the dark 
alley beside the nightclub.  "That way we won't block traffic while we 
take care of your fare."

The taxi driver pulled around the corner, stopped and hit the meter.  As 
the woman got out of his cab, he said,  "That will be thirty-"

Suddenly the woman opened his door.  "Listen, taxi driver," she smiled, 
wantonness written across her features.  "I don't have any money for the 
fare, but I gotta business proposition for you."

She stood aside as Achid got out.  The driver was angry; this decadent 
woman had been playing him for a fool, and now he wasn't going to take 
any more foolishness from her.  He'd get his payment, one way or the 
other.

"Whoa, boy!"  The infidel woman said.  "I'll pay you for the ride and 
then some."

That stopped Achid in is tracks, and probably saved the blonde a painful 
lesson.

"Now you gave me a ride for 15 minutes, and took me where I wanted to 
go."  The blonde bent over the taxi.  "So why don't I give you a ride?"  
She hiked up her skirt - and it was already a short skirt that didn't 
even cover her knees.  "Jesus Christ, driver; you've been drooling over 
me since I got in your cab.  So ya wanna ride?"

Achid looked shocked at the woman.  She really was an infidel whore.  
But it had been a long, hard night, and looking at her was giving him a 
long, hard dick.  Without a word, he pulled down her lacy panties and 
felt her satiny soft thighs.  They were too thin, like most women in 
this backward country, but she'd do.  He unbuttoned his dungarees and 
went to work.

"Woo-yeah!"  The woman said as he pumped away inside her.  "Ride me, Mr. 
Taxi Driver!  Ride this ass!"

And Achid did just that; used the infidel woman like the whore she was.  
When he finished shooting his semen into her hot, wet sex, he reached 
down and ripped off her panties.  "I keep these for tip!"  he said.

Then he buttoned up and got into the taxi.  Driving off into the night, 
the driver couldn't help smiling.  Sure it was sin, but she was a whore, 
and at least nothing would come of it.


Three weeks later the blonde woman sat in her doctor's office.

"No doubt about it, Sally; you're pregnant."

"Oh, geez!"  The blonde exclaimed.  "Now what am I gonna do!"  

"Well Sally, you have several options; first-"

"No, I only have one option I like, and you know what it is."

The doctor sighed.  "Ok, I've got an opening day after tomorrow.  The 
procedure will cost sixty or sixty-five if you want a general 
anaesthetic."

"No problem doctor," the blonde said.  She thought of the taxi driver.  
'Damn expensive for a taxi ride.'  And she thought of the bartender at 
the nightclub.  'Damn expensive for a few drinks.'  And she thought of 
the clerk at the hotel next door to the nightclub.  'Damn cheap for a 5-
star room.'

She had no way of knowing which was right.