The taxi’s vinyl seats stuck to Kristina’s thighs as the city lights blurred past. Her date had been a bust, leaving her buzzed and restless. The driver, a burly man with thick forearms and a predatory stillness, kept glancing in the rearview. His eyes weren’t on the road; they were on the way her tight dress hugged her curves.

“Long night?” His voice was a low rumble.

“Something like that,” Kristina mumbled, shifting. The movement hitched her hem higher.

“Looks like you need to unwind.” The partition slid down with a quiet hiss. “Real bad.”

Before she could protest, he’d pulled the cab into a dark, deserted service alley and killed the engine. The silence was thick. He turned, his gaze burning. “Get over the center console. Now.”

A thrill shot through her, hot and shameful. Her pussy clenched, already wet. She was being ordered around like a common whore, and her body was screaming *yes*. She clumsily climbed forward, her ass in the air, the cheap fabric of her dress pooling at her waist.

“That’s it. Present that fat ass.” His hands were on her instantly, rough, kneading her cheeks through her thong. He yanked the flimsy lace aside, exposing her puckered hole and her glistening slit to the cool air of the cab. “Look at you. Dripping. You’re just a set of holes waiting to be filled, aren’t you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. A blunt, wet thumb circled her tight back entrance, making her gasp. “This is what you want, slut? You want this dirty cabbie to wreck