Silver Screen Express Ch. 03

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.

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Los Angeles, California

A rattling sound echoed through the taxi van as David was making a turn from a street. A white Styrofoam cup with a lid on top was lodged into the drink holder in the front seat, causing the noise as it was small and wobbled around within the container. It was simply a small cup of coffee, something David picked up at a gas station a few hours ago to wake himself up after a rough night of sleeping. As of now, he was driving around during the afternoon in downtown L.A. awaiting fares to call in for a ride from the Silver Screen Express hotline. Today was going like any other usual day as a driver.

A few hours ago, David had escorted a duo of socialite men to a golf club. They didn't offer much conversation, but then again it was only so much he could talk about with golf, as a subject he knew little to nothing about. As of now, he took a drive around L.A. until he finally received a dispatch for someone that needed one of the special gold vans for a ride. The request spoke of a woman standing outside a specific coffee shop downtown, wearing a black jacket. The dispatch always gave a clue on what to look out for, since the Silver Screen Express business was a private company that didn't have signs on the vans declaring that they were taxis.

David took the drive, seeing as it was a short one through the downtown area. He got stuck behind a red light for a few minutes at first, but it wasn't anything to hinder a slump in the estimated destination. Once he was nearing the coffee shop, he pulled along the sidewalk and pushed his finger over the console button to roll down the front passenger door's window. He noticed a woman walking in a black jacket, covering up what appeared to be a dark navy blue shirt and a matching skirt from underneath. Her long hair was fixed up in a pony tail and she had a large Gucci purse over her left arm. She noticed the gold van pulled to the side of the road and smiled before walking towards it. David was certain now that this was client. He offered her a friendly smile and spoke up.

"Hello, ma'am! You called for a ride?"

"Yes, that was me calling."

"Well, where do you wanna go, ma'am?"

"Take me to Malibu! I've gotta see a friend who lives out by the beach."

"Malibu, it is. Go on, hop in. That will be an initial charge of five hundred dollars and I'll have to add up the extended cost for the long trip."

"Money isn't a problem for me."

The woman chuckled before moving to the back door of the van. David had noticed an obvious accent in her voice, now wondering about it as she slid the door open and sat down on the right side seat before closing the door. Just like any other passenger in his taxi, David began to drive off and was ready to strike a conversation with this woman. Her response wasn't far off from one that he would expect, anyone calling the Silver Screen Express services required deep pockets to afford a ride. She crossed her legs while sitting down and placing her large purse down on the floor. David pulled the van back into the street before stopping at a red light. Her eyes wandered around the van interior, impressed with the size.

"This is quite a lovely van."

She glanced to the seats, noticing that they were made of expensive leather. David replied while moving the car after the light turned green.

"Yes, our vans are quite nice! I just vacuumed the floor out back there, this morning. Is this your first time riding in a Silver Screen a cab, ma'am?"

The woman nodded, folding her hands together over her knee while responding.

"Yes, actually. I heard about this service from a friend, figured I would give it a try today. I hate having to deal with photographers out here in L.A., paparazzi likes to lurk around places."

David smirked, still driving the car along the roads while he replied.

"Oh yeah, they're everywhere here in L.A. This is Hollywood after all, so I take it that you're an actress, Miss?"

A laugh crackled from the woman's voice. David could tell that she had a strong accent within her voice, it sounded Latin. He witnessed a smirk cross her face while peering into the rear view mirror above.

"I guess you don't recognize me from a first glance. I am an actress, yes."

Suddenly, it dawned on him after gazing back into the rear view mirror for one more look. David sighed, looking back on the road, focusing on driving while he responded to her.

"Oh, wow...Pardon me, but do I have Salma Hayek riding in the back of my taxi?"

Another laugh was heard from the woman's voice. She clapped her hands together and nodded.

"Yes, yes! Jou guessed right, I'm impressed!"

Her accent slurred her words around a little bit, causing David to laugh a bit. He was familiar with her in films, as she was a star from the 90's decade. He realized that she was an older woman now, but that didn't matter. Salma's beauty had aged gracefully. He replied back while still focusing behind the wheel.

"Well, how are you doing today? This is a pretty funny coincidence, I was watching you in a movie this past weekend."

"Oh, were you? I'm doing alright today, just went out for coffee. You're taking me out to Malibu where I'm going to see a friend of mine."

"Yes, that's going to take a bit of driving due to the distance."

"I hope that's not a problem."

David shook his head while driving.

"No, not a problem at all! It will just be a bit of an additional charge on the fare."

"I can pay that, money isn't a problem with me."

After Salma had replied, she sat back in her seat. Her eyes traveled around the interior design of the cab. She noticed the handle bars above the doors that were obviously there for safety reasons. On the back of the front seat, she read out a sign that had legal information and the driver's name. She learned right away that his name was David. Her eyes wandered again, noticing that where the front passenger's seat was, there was some slide out panel that was open. All the while, David was studying her from the rear view mirror, in between driving. He noticed that under her jacket, the shirt she wore was revealing quite a bit of cleavage. The jacket over her shoulders remained unbuttoned, probably due to the heat outside Her dress barely went to her knees, revealing those strong bulky legs and she wore a large pair of black high heels. For casual wear, Salma Hayek could always look amazing regardless what she wore. It didn't matter her age either.

Already, the womanizer in his mind was taking control. David was already considering how he could play his cards right with this famous older woman in the back of his cab. He didn't care that Salma Hayek was at fifty years of age now. She aged more gracefully than most women did, she was still a sex bomb if anything. Back in the day, he always fantasized about her. Her breasts were the most obvious attraction, as well as her dance scene in 'Dusk Till Dawn'. He had to bite his tongue, taking everything inside of him to not bring up that infamous scene. David figured that Salma probably heard enough compliments about that movie and didn't enjoy being typecast over it. While he thought of something to say, it was her who spoke up striking a new conversation. Salma read over the name plate in the back of the taxi, forcing the question of what he went by.

"Is your name David, yes? You go by 'Dave' or 'David'?"

"David is fine, babe. Would you mind if I call you Salma?"

"Not at all."

She uncrossed her legs and hands, leaning back in the seat. David spotted her movements, glancing over her cleavage contained in the dress as he looked into the rear view mirror. With a mischievous smile, he was now prepared to test his luck with this woman.

"You're fluent in Spanish, right?"

"Of course! Dat is kind of a stupid question to ask."

They both laughed together at her reply. It was amazing to hear Salma's thick accent slur her words around a bit, David found it to cute. While still driving, he went on and took his chance.

"Maybe you could teach me some dirty Spanish. You know, lines I can try on the ladies around here or tell them in the bedroom."

Salma raised her eyebrow, smirking before she replied.

"Jou want me to teach jou some dirty Spanish, hmmmm?"

He laughed again as her accent was so lovely to hear. David nodded while continuing to drive the van.

"Yes, why not? They say that ladies like romantic men, and I figure I could test my luck if I knew a few naughty lines in your beautiful language."

After he spoke, Salma had become curious. She leaned up in her seat and moved a bit, just enough to look at his face sitting in the driver's seat. The first thing she noticed was that his hair was fading grey and he was a slim build. He reminded her of her own husband in one way. Smiling, she replied back to him in that thick accent of hers.

"Jou don't look bad for a cab driver. I thought jou sounded a little young, but jou look around my age. How old are jou, David?"

"I'm forty-five years old. Is that a problem, Salma?"

"No, not at all! At least I won't feel like a cougar today on the prowl for younger men."

She bust out laughing at her own words. David chuckled in laughter as well, taking a turn on the road as he replied to her.

"So, is that a confession? You mess around with younger guys?"

"I won't deny it, at least in front of jou. I get the impression dat jou are just the kind of man dat likes to keep secrets."

David laughed, nodding his head. He glanced again in the rear view mirror before looking back on the road. The taxi van was beginning to cross back outside of Downtown L.A. He was already considering places he could take her out quiet, if she were to agree with having some fun in the back of the car.

"Indeed, I am. I keep secrets to the heart. What goes on here in this cab, is between me and the passenger only. Your secret is safe with me."

"Well, that's a relief. So, what dirty Spanish would you like to learn, señor?"

Now he had his chance. David wanted something that Salma would fall for, but it would probably backfire on him. His line was easy, one that he often used to women in the back of his cab. With his eyes locked on the road, he replied back to her.

"Since you confessed to me, I might as well confess to you. When I have a nice lady, much like yourself, in the back of my cab...and they can't pay the fare, I usually make them a deal. I ask them to flash me their tits. I'll deduct some of the charges of the fare if they do that for me. So, can you tell me how to say that in Spanish?"

Salma smirked and nodded.

"So you want me to tell you how to say that in Spanish? 'Flash me your tits', is dat correct?"

"Yes!"

Sitting firmly in the back seat, she crossed her legs again while licking her lips. Salma didn't initially think nothing of his words. She knew he was flirting with her and did not mind it one bit. After a few moments, she replied translating his words in Spanish.

"Muéstrame tus tetas..."

"That's it?"

She nodded from the back of the cab.

"Yes, that's 'show me your tits' in Spanish."

"Wow, that's fucking beautiful. Tetas? So that's what you call your 'tits' in Spanish?"

"Yes, dat's right! Go ahead, say it back."

Now was David's chance, even if it wasn't a strong attempt at seduction. He wasn't about to pass this opportunity to ask her to show him her boobs.

"Alright Salma, I would like for you to muéstrame...tus tetas."

"Jou want me to show jou my tetas?"

"Yes, go on babe! I'd love for you to flash them for me."

She giggled at his words, shaking her head and whipping her pony tail around. It seemed that David's attempt was paying off. Salma slid her jacket off, revealing that the dress she wore had short sleeves. David could see her slender arms from the rear view mirror. He continued driving as she moved to push the dress down over her shoulders and reveal her large famous breasts to him. Once he glanced back into the rear view mirror, this time his breath was taken away. David always dreamed of witnessing Salma's tits in person, and here they were exposed in the back of his taxi van.

"My god, look at those...The best tits in Hollywood, always was, always will be."

She smirked and placed her hands over her bare breasts. Salma held them up, squeezing them before she replied in her thick accent.

"Tank jou! Yeah, I knew jou would get a kick outta seeing deez big tetas. I'm quite proud of 'em myself."

If there was anything besides Salma's beauty that was alluring, it was the sound of her voice. David was more than impressed, ready to truly take his chances with her now.

"Oh, babe...I could listen to you talk for hours. Your accent, the way you talk, it sounds so fucking hot. Apart from you being a beautiful woman on your own. I tell you what, how about we go have some fun? You wouldn't mind fucking a cab driver would you, Salma?"

Salma didn't know what to think of his offer upon first thought. He was so blunt about it, not even trying to hide the fact with low key flirting. Here she was in the back of the cab with her shirt pulled down, revealing her large boobs. He already resembled her a husband a bit, a relief as she grew tired of messing around with younger men from time to time. After a few moments of not answering, he spoke again further pushing the offer.

"I could take you to some place quiet out where no one can find us. No strings attached, we just have some fun and forget it happened after we're done. You can talk to me the whole time, teach me some more dirty Spanish if you'd like. How about it?"

"You know what? I guess, why the hell not? I'm supposed to see my friend but I figure, what the hell, we can have some fun together. No strings attached, you say?"

David nodded, still focusing his eyes on the road.

"Yes, no strings attached! I'm just a taxi driver living a dream with you. The only way you're going to be seeing me again is if you keep calling the Silver Screen cabs. You might see me again if you do."

She laughed, tilting her head before nodding.

"We'll have to see about dat. For now, yeah, how 'bout it? I'll take some time wit jou, teach jou some more dirty Spanish."

He chuckled listening to her slurred words over her heavy accent. David was ready now to take a detour, just like he had done so many times before with women that sat in the back of his cab.

"Alright, you're on babe! What a fucking day this is going to be..."

Without finishing his sentence aloud, he spoke in his mind 'I get to fuck Salma Hayek today! This was every man's dream twenty years ago.' He took a turn off the highway, going down an empty street near some tall buildings. Since they technically were still in the city and had not crossed the highway leading to Malibu, he figured he would take the van to a special place. There were numerous car park buildings, David was familiar with using them as a 'quiet spot' for this kind of dirty event that played in the back of his cab. As he turned the car yet again to go towards a car park, he spoke up to Salma.

"I'm almost there. While you're sitting back there, would you mind taking your clothes off for me? Or maybe I should ask you that in Spanish, right?"

Salma smirked and nodded her head. She then spoke to him in her native language.

"Desnúdate, por favor! That is 'undress please'."

"Alright, very well. Desnúdate, por favor, Salma."

With a smirk on her face, she was pleased with him having no problem saying the Spanish words back. Salma began to unbutton the lower part of her skirt, but not before replying back to him in Spanish.

"Como desees señor."

David was unsure of what she said exactly, but he didn't bother to ask. It seemed like a 'yes' to her. He watched as she began to slide her skirt down, slipping the navy blue fabric down from her legs and revealing a black thong underneath. Her tanned olive skin looked so beautiful, her legs were in marvelous shape as he could witness from the rear view mirror. The last piece of her clothing was her shirt. Salma pulled it over her head, and then slipped it off before tossing it to the floor of the van. She sat completely naked, apart from her black high heels and the thong underneath. David was impressed.

"Fucking wow. You know, it's so hard to believe that you're older now. I don't think there is another woman in Hollywood that gets better with age like you. It's like you're fine wine, Salma. You just keep getting better and better."

"Thanks. I like to stay in shape."

The taxi van turned, the heavy sunlight that was appearing in the windows suddenly disappeared as the car turned into the entrance of a car park. David continued driving, going up one floor before he spoke again.

"Can you turn around for me on the seat? I gotta see that ass, please."

"Sure, but next time, I want you to say 'por favor'. That's 'please' in Spanish."

"Alright, babe. Por favor! Show me that famous, big Mexican ass!"

Salma obeyed his wish. The car turned around, going up another story of the large complex building. She turned around facing the back leather seats and placed her hands up on the top. Glancing out of the back window, she pushed her knees together and pumped out her huge, thick booty to him. Only the black thong was tucked between her massive, firm ass cheeks. David witnessed it via the rear view mirror and whistled.

"Hot damn, now that's one fine big ass if I ever seen one. I always liked to stare at it when you're in a movie that I'm watching."

She turned around, sitting back down on the seat but she couldn't help but to tease him over his reply.

"Oh yeah? Did jou pause the movie, and whip our your cock and start wanking to me?"

"When I first seen in 'From Dusk Till Dawn', yes I fucking did. I won't even deny that. That dance scene, you gave me an erection right there, I had to leave and go jack off in the bathroom with the VHS tape paused in the bedroom."

"At least jou're honest! Jou don't know how many men lie to me 'bout dat!"

He couldn't help but to chuckle at her words. It was amazing listening to her accent slur her words around when she was excited.

"Let me to be honest, babe. YOU are the only reason men even watched that movie back in the day, that's a fucking fact."

"I'll take jour word on dat!"

Salma ignored him for now. David pulled through the car park and went up one more story of the building. The lucky number 3 was his way of tending to a car park, always going for the third floor. Salma shoved down her thong, revealing her sweet pussy that was soaking wet. She felt the cab stop when she pulled it down her knees and past her ankles. David glanced behind his shoulder, looking out the back windshield as he changed the gear and began to back the car up into an empty parking spot. There weren't many cars on the third floor of the car park. Across from it was a large office building but David paid that no attention. Salma closed her eyes and pushed her finger down past the dark hair above her open clit. She moaned as she began to finger herself, thinking about what dirty deeds they would be committing together in the following minutes. It took only a minute for David to back the car up into a spot and then stop it.

"Here we are, babe. I see you're already comfortable, I'll be back there with you soon."

"Ohhhh...Jou better be quick! I ain't in the mood for waiting!"

He turned the key to shut off the engine. Salma opened her eyes and sat back in the seat, watching as he kept the key in the ignition before opening the driver's door and stepping out. From the window, Salma watched as David walked to the back door on the left side of the van. Within seconds, he slid open the door and stepped in just before closing it behind him. The man stood tall wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Over his feet were a pair of flip flop sandals. He was instantly hypnotized from viewing her nude body sitting among the seats. Salma smirked at him and moved a bit, offering him a spot to sit next to her. The first thing he did was kick off his flip flops and then sit down right beside her. Salma turned to face him. The first thing she did was lean over and kiss the man's lips softly.