Brandon was running very late for work. His car hadn't wanted to start that morning. "Probably because of these frigid temperatures," he muttered to himself as he rushed around the house gathering the things he would need for work. He wondered what had possessed him to move to Duluth, Minnesota out of all the places he could have relocated to. It might have been the fact that when he made his decision it had been seventy degrees and sunny. Or it may have been that he had a momentary lapse in judgment after his girlfriend of six years had left him. Either way, his car was in the shop, and he'd had to call an Uber to take him to work. The app had said that Jenny would arrive in twenty minutes, so he had run around getting everything ready until here he was twenty-five minutes later still waiting for Jenny to show up. He paced in front of the big bay window at the front of his house, waiting... and waiting... and waiting for this damn driver to pick him up. He checked the app for updates every thirty seconds and even tried texting and calling the driver to no avail. His calls went straight to voicemail and his texts remained unanswered. After an hour of waiting, he finally saw a white Kia Soul pull into his driveway. He grabbed his things and headed outside to meet the driver.
Brandon walked to the car and yanked the back door open. He threw his stuff across the seat and then slid into the seat himself. "You're late," was all he said as he entered the vehicle. Jenny didn't say a word and simply shrugged at his accusation. She put the car into gear and began the thirty-minute drive to his workplace. He studied her as she drove, and he realized that she was a lot more attractive than her driver photo had shown on the app. She had red hair that fell over her shoulders and even though she was facing away from him, he could still see the shape of her tits from the profile that was within view. They were massive and looked like they would be a lot of fun to play with. His cock twitched at the idea, so he quickly pushed the thought from his mind. The last thing he needed was to have his dick get hard in the back of an Uber. He turned his head and stared straight forward, trying to think of the least sexy things that he could. As he stared at the back of the headrest, he noticed a small sign.
Please ask about additional services.
The words were simple, but he was insanely curious about what additional services an Uber driver could possibly offer. Perhaps she had a stash of gum or bottles of water somewhere. "Hey, uh..." He could not for the life of him remember her name. Glancing down at the open app on his phone, he checked again. Jenny... right. "Hey, Jenny, what additional services do you offer?" Without even turning her head, she reached over her shoulder and handed him a business card.
Text the word 'List' to 532424
He was beginning to think this driver was kind of a bitch. She hadn't said a single word to him or even once looked in his direction. But his curiosity was killing him, so he pulled up his messages and began to enter the information. As soon as he hit send, he received an auto reply text message. It appeared to be a list of some kind. As he read, his eyes grew wider and wider with disbelief. "Is this for real Jenny?" She only nodded in response, but Brandon didn't even notice as his eyes were once again perusing the list.
Tit fondling - $25
Hand job - $25
Lap dance - $50
Blow job (no swallowing) - $50