Free Taxi Teasing by Stephanie Knight

The puppet Master – part 1: Taxi teasings
     
    Chapter 1
    It was a Friday evening and the end of a very difficult week at work. I had never longed so much for a week to end but thankfully, finally, Friday evening was here. I didn’t care that it was dark, wet and windy. I didn’t care that the tube station was full to bursting. I didn’t care that I actually had to miss two trains simply because they were too full to get in . I was in no rush to join the hot, sweaty people unwillingly jammed up against one another so I hung back to wait for a train with a bit of space . I was just glad to be out of the office and on my way home to my cosy little flat in Shepherds Bush , content in the knowledge that I could pad around in my pyjamas all weekend if I wanted to.
    The wind rushing down the underground platform was my cue to step forward in the hope that this time, I could board without being inadvertently groped or find myself pressed up against someone with bad halitosis. I was at the front of the throng as t he screeching of brakes heralded the arrival of the train and I positioned myself in front of the sliding doors as any seasoned tube traveller would. The doors hissed open and we all shuffled aside to let just two passengers disembark before we  piled in to find the best spots. There were, of course, no seats available but it didn’t really matter as I only had five stops to go and most people tended to get off at Notting Hill so I leaned against the glass partition and closed my eyes so that I did not have to make contact with my fellow travellers. I was used to the salacious stares of strangers on the train, the obvious gaping at my generous breasts and long legs , I even once had a man getting a kick out of smelling my long brunette hair! I knew I was considered an attractive woman but I really wasn’t in the mood for any unwanted attention that evening. Sure enough at Notting Hill Station most passengers spilled out of the doors and I was able to sit down for the remaining two stops and think about making some plans for the coming weekend. The rhythmic rocking of the tube must have sent me into a light doze because the sudden jolt of the brakes and the hissing of the doors broke into my consciousness and I realised we were at Shepherds Bush already! I grabbed my bag and almost hurled myself out of the doors , I really didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment of getting to the doors and have them shut in my face, trapping me inside and then having to wait until the next stop but I made it out onto the platform ok and headed for the exit.
    The click clack sound of my heels echoing through the station was interrupted by the high shrill tone of my cell phone alerting me that I had a new message . I fumbled around in my bag , cursing the fact that I seemed to be carrying around so much rubbish whilst at the same time taking care to hang onto the moving hand rail of the escalator . I found my phone and navigated to my messages with my one free hand  and as I glided up to street level I read his message. TAXI FUN TONITE 8PM.
    Now, to understand this message you have to understand the relationship I have with my current man. I don’t call him my boyfriend because we don’t have sex. Well not the penetrative kind. I have sex, lot’s of it, with his consent ( actually under his instigation) but we don’t have a relationship in the normal sense. We don’t go out as a couple, we don’t have dinner together (unless it’s part of a sex game ) and we don’t cuddle up together on the sofa to watch chick flicks . We play sex games, and they are getting more and more adventurous. In fact, correction , I play sex games. He ’s the puppet master and I’m the very willing puppet .
    Chapter 2
    We met a few months ago in a club . I was out with a friend and we had just come off the dance floor hot and breathless , giggling together and just that little bit too drunk . I was getting plenty of male attention and since I’m