He fumbled about for what seemed like an age, while he tried to get the front door open.
Finally they were in his home…alone.
'Where's the bathroom?' asked Joanna.
'Second door on your right,' replied Tom, pointing.
He heard the bathroom door lock behind her. His mind was racing now. He was exceptionally gifted at thinking on his feet - he had to be to have survived as a London cabbie without so much as a scratch for all these years. Right now though, nothing, he couldn't think of any excuse to keep Joanna in the flat once she'd finished in the bathroom.
He wasn't the violent type, and no matter how desperate he was to have her, he didn't have it in him to hold her physically against her will. But, on the other hand, he wasn't exactly a saint!
Moments later Joanna came out of the bathroom and walked over to Tom in the hallway, looking disappointingly sober and said, 'I'm sorry, but I've just been sick all over your bathroom floor.' She touched his arm and gave him an embarrassed smile.
This was the break he had been hoping for.
'Don't worry about it...look you go and have a seat in the living room, I'll fix you one of those powdered drinks to help settle your stomach, and while you're drinking it, I'll clean up the mess in the bathroom, and then we'll be back on the road.'
Joanna shook her head, and started to say 'No, look its ok...'
'It's no problem, I insist, you'll feel a hundred times better after the drink, and I guarantee you won't have a hangover in the morning.' Tom was very convincing.
She smiled and backed down. He led her to the living room and directed her to the comfortable sofa. It was quite low down and as she settled into the seat, Tom got a terrific view of her magnificent cleavage tucked inside the tight dress. He quickly averted his gaze, and excused himself to go fix her the drink.
Within seconds the electric kettle had been clicked into action, and Tom was frantically searching the drawers for his secret ingredient. Finally he found a packet of sleeping tablets along with the fizzy soluble indigestion sachets. With the edge of a teaspoon Tom started grinding several sleeping tablets into a fine powder. He mixed the powder with the contents of the indigestion sachet, and then poured the lot into a tall glass along with warm water from the kettle.
He continued stirring the fizzy drink all the way from the kitchen to the living room. 'This is going to taste terrible, but it'll do you a world of good...trust me I'm a cabbie!' Joked Tom.
'Thank you, Mr. Cabbie', acknowledged Joanna. She took one sip, and went to put the glass down on the coffee table. Tom stopped her, insisting that she finish the drink while it was still fizzing. 'Just hold your nose and gulp it down,' he instructed, not taking his eyes off the glass.
She obliged her host, and he watched her take gulp after gulp of the cloudy effervescent liquid. The more she drank, the further back her head tilted, the better was Tom's view of her protruding chest. He couldn't remember ever having seen a better pair of tits.
Joanna coughed slightly on the last gulp, spilling some liquid, which trickled down her chin splashing on her cleavage. 'Oops!' she whispered groggily. She cleaned her chin with the back of her hand, and then started slowly rubbing the exposed part of her breast to dry off the spill. Her hand sank deep into her large mammary, and Tom wished he could have used his tongue to help her.
Clearing his throat, Tom said, 'sit tight, it won't take me long to clean the bathroom. Then I'll give you a ride back home.'
Joanna nodded and slouched deeper into the sofa, 'that drink was really bitter, could I trouble you for a glass of water to help get rid of the after-taste?' her speech was now getting noticeably slurred which pleased Tom.
'What about a proper drink instead eh? One for the road, as it were,' offered Tom.
Her eyelids were starting to close slightly, and after a deep breath she replied, 'anything will do. I just want rid of this taste.'