Confined spaces often heighten primal desires.
James and Tailsa found themselves squeezed into the backseat, starting with kisses that gradually became more fervent.
After a long while, they finally parted lips.
Tailsa's chest heaved as her breathing grew rapid, her face flushed as red as a ripe peachâutterly irresistible.
Beneath her long, curling lashes, her mesmerizing eyes blinked with a look full of desire.
Her gaze was irresistibly inviting, filled with dreamy allure.
James couldn't help but make a move.
Yet she resisted fiercely.
"Relax," James whispered seductively into her ear.
In a voice as soft as a whisper, she replied, "No."
James found it hard to quell his desire.
With no progress below the waist, he reluctantly shifted his focus, tangling her clothes instead.
Eventually, Tailsa gazed at him imploringly, signaling for him to stop.
James paused his major actions, continuing with minor gestures that caused her to gasp softly in surprise.
The sounds they made were suggestive and filled the imagination.
The driver up front began to regret bringing his ears along for this ride.
Most of his clientele were wealthy individuals, frequently accompanied by women.
Many times the backseat played host to excessive behavior.
But women as beautiful and shy as Tailsa were a rare occurrence.
Her soft, inviting sounds were practically criminal in their effect.
Jay Johnson's eyes turned red with envy, feeling an urge to shout at them.
But for the sake of his job, he held his tongue.
Usually, those bold enough to fool around in his car tipped well for cleaning afterward, nearly offsetting the cost of the fare.
Once, a client had tipped almost ten times the ride's cost.
At the moment, Tailsa was blushing furiously, nestled into James's embrace, her body as pliable as if she had no bones.
James, admiring her disheveled appearance, whispered, "You're so tempting, I can barely hold back."
Tailsa clung to her last shred of reason, resisting temptation, "Not... not here."
After all, rideshares had cameras. If footage leaked online, she'd be in huge trouble.
"Leaving things like this is tough," James said, filled with emotion.
Tailsa sneaked a glance and saw he indeed appeared quite uncomfortable.
"It's your own fault," she replied teasingly.
...
James accidentally left a mess in the backseat.
Being straightforward, and with the fare reimbursable, he courteously transferred $800 to the driver for cleaning.
Though he'd heard a deep clean cost about $500, he gave $800 to avoid any hassle.
To his surprise, the driver was unfazed, expressing gratitude for the generous tip and offering James his business card, assuring his availability whenever needed.
Despite his robust appearance, Jay Johnson had a remarkably gentle demeanor.
Looking down at the card, James noticed the driver's name: Jay Johnson.
A man with honest features and a quiet, considerate demeanorâeven adjusting the mirror for discretionâshowcased an attentive mind.
James felt compelled to consider hiring someone before receiving his system rewards, just as a precaution.
A beauty like Tailsa inevitably drew unwanted attention.
A bodyguard stationed just behind them, if only for intimidation, could easily deter troublemakers.
Jay Johnson's tough exterior and gentle interior made him a fit for James's needs.
His driving skills would be useful for more private moments in the backseat with Tailsa as well.
The only concern was Jay Johnson's trustworthiness.
With his desire cooled, James carefully considered this.
He decided to test the watersâafter all, trust often aligned nicely with financial incentives.
Of course, he'd need Tailsa's consent, otherwise the system wouldn't reimburse him.
James gently took Tailsa's freshly wiped hand and softly asked, "How about hiring Bro Jay to be our private driver?"
Tailsa questioned, "Didn't you just buy me a 911? If you don't want to drive, I can. Why hire someone else?"
James explained, "Sometimes it's useful. Driving is tiring, and having extra protection feels safer."
Seeing she was about to question further, James laughed and interrupted, "You're so beautifulâif some idiot tries something, you want me to fight them off?"
Thinking of a few past experiences being hit on, Tailsa didn't see much threat. Those guys rarely did more than whistle or joke, easily ignored.
Fearing prosecution for assault or worse, they never escalated matters.
Her main concern lay in James's wealth attracting more dangerous attention.
An extra protector seemed wise.
So she nodded in agreement.
With her consent, James smiled.
He called to Jay Johnson, "Bro Jay, how much do you earn driving per month?"
James and Tailsa hadn't lowered their voices, so Jay Johnson overheard their discussion.
Feeling a flush of excitement and validation, Jay Johnson listened.
Apparently, the man had gifted the woman a Porsche?
True or not, it meant something if someone offered him an opportunity like this.
Modestly, Jay Johnson replied, "Boss, just call me JayâBro Jay's too flattering..."
After formalities, he honestly answered James's question, "Earnings vary: some months the platform gives me good airport runs and over $10,000; with some night shifts, sometimes $20,000."
Jay Johnson wasn't telling exactly the truth.
Unlike delivery, which could run on two wheels, exclusive car service demanded substantial overhead in maintenance, insurance, fuel, and platform fees.
Taking home $10,000 monthly was generous.
Additionally, the cars themselves required investmentsâa minimum $20,000 for rideshare purposes.
To make a living from platforms, one had to endure irritating regulations and difficult customers.
Recently, a client had tipped just $500 after an incident in his new car.
So each job carried its own woes, despite appearances of decent monthly income, in reality often proving less rewarding than manual labor.