This is a fictional story of 23 year old Laura and her love of sex that gets her in some very enjoyable trouble. The story contains scenes of hardcore sex and racism. Please be warned.

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Sanjit’s Cabs – Part 1

Sanjit’s Cabs stood at the top of the hill overlooking the park. It was well known in the city and particularly the Asian community and seemed to pick up a lot of business. Sanjit, the 43 year Pakistani owner and proprietor ran a tight ship with only 8 cars, at anytime, on the road. He was firm but fare and always gave people the opportunity to make it up if they were in a tight financial situation. And this was what had happened Laura recently as she walked into the Cab Office and smiled at Sanjit.

The 23 year old blonde, attractive and very leggy Laura had taken a cab the week before. But having lost her purse in the club earlier, unbeknown to her at the time of booking the cab, she was unable to pay when she got to her destination. The driver, like Sanjit was firm and fair. Either a blow job would suffice or she could come and work at Sanjit’s for the evening. Laura would have probably opted for the blow job on the driver but as life has it sometimes, too many cocktails from the party before resulted in her getting sick inside the taxi just at the moment she was getting to her knees on front of the driver. This meant the taxi was off the road for at least 48 hours and therefore the only option was a night in the taxi office.

So, it was just after 7pm that Laura, dressed in a short black pleated skirt, heels and a white blouse walked into Sanjit’s cabs reporting for duty. Sanjit came out of his office to welcome her with a smile and a quick look up and down, taking her long tanned legs into his vision. He led her into the back room where a number of seats we occupied by the all male drivers. One by one they were introduced and Laura shook hands with Sultan, an overweight Indian with little hair, Imrak was more respectable and stood to acknowledge her greeting. He was tall and well built with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Sanjit’s brother Mohammed was next, a few years younger then Sanjit in his late 30s, he smiled recalling the last time he had met Laura with a grin. And Laura’s cheeks reddened as she remembered their brief but somewhat sickly encounter. Raj was finally introduced, in his early 60s he was balding and overweight. He grinned through rotting teeth. All the men gave Laura the once over and smiled with satisfaction at having a gorgeous blonde with legs that seemed to go on forever working with them for the evening.

“So!” Smiled Sanjit as he took Laura back out to the reception area. “You will sit here and answer any calls. Then you use the radio here,” he pointed to an outdated radio system, “and move the taxi’s to where you want then to go!” He smiled. If customers come in then just let the drivers in the back know and they can go out on a run!”

Laura smiled pleasantly. “Sounds fine Sanjit! Thank you and I hope I won’t let you down! I still feel bad about getting sick in that taxi!” Sanjit smiled affectionately. “I am sure there are ways that you can make up for that!” He grinned.

As he started to walk away leaving Laura looked down at the desk and back behind her. “There doesn’t appear to be a lot of room for the drivers to get past me here!” She pointed to the gap behind her.
Sanjit grinned with a glint in his dark eyes. “They’ll just have to squeeze past you then Laura!” He smiled.
“Oh!” Laura smiled back accepting it as a fact. “Okay!”
Sitting down she made herself comfortable for her night of work at Sanjit’s Cabs.
“Oh and Laura,” Sanjit hesitated, “you didn’t have to dress so formally.”
“Sorry!” She smiled.

After an hour of work Laura was settling in and getting to know the drivers and knew now that each time they passed they pushed into her and on more than one occasion she thought she felt a roaming hand when she was on the phone or radio. But to Laura the thought of these poor older Asian guys taking time to feel up the only white girl in the Company excited her somewhat.
At 1015 the phone suddenly rang and Laura lifted it up. “Sanjit’s Cabs, how can I help you?” She said brightly into the receiver. “Hey you, how you getting on?” Laura immediately recognized her boyfriend Ryan’s voice. “Oh yeah I am fine babe!” She smiled brightly as she spoke to him. “Oh listen we are having drinks tonight after work! Can you come around 1.30 or shall I just get the bus home?”
“1.30 is fine!” Ryan said on the other end of the telephone. “See you later and have a quiet night!”

And then phones went down! Sanjit smiled at Laura. No calls coming in so take a break. She smiled and opened the door to the drivers’ room. “Coffee anyone?” She called out and listened for replies before heading to the kitchen area.
“Hello Laura!” Mohammed’s deep sultry voice took her by surprise and she jumped slightly and toppled in her heels backwards. Then she felt his strong hand on her shoulder preventing her from falling.
“So sorry Laura!” He whispered slowly before moving his hand back. “But I reckon you still owe me, don’t you?”
Laura turned to look at him. “Owe you?”
“Yes!” He continued. “For soiling my car with your sick?”
“Well, Mohammed,” Laura said patiently. “Isn’t that why I am working here tonight?” She grinned turning to face him and glancing down.
“But I still want my blow job!” Mohammed said firmly and reaching out touched Laura on the breast feeling her braless under her blouse.

Laura felt trapped in the kitchen and her cheeks flushed slightly. She had a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her body and was almost captivated with his voice and his words. But then he smiled, removed his hand and turned to return to the driver’s room.

Laura grinned to herself and finished off the coffee before entering the office and placing the cups on the table then handing one to Sanjit and the other to Raj. Turning on her heels she returned to her desk and flicked on the PC.

She didn’t notice that the driver’s room door had been opened again and propped open this time. Nor did she notice that they were all standing and staring at her long tanned slender legs as she sat, her skirt having ridden up and exposing a large amount of pale fleshy thigh. She heard a cough and spun her chair around to see them watching.
Resigning herself to the fact that men will be men, she said. “Okay boys,” as she stood up in front of them. “Is that what you wanted?” She smiled as she did a twirl in front of them.

“That’s a right slut we have here!” Raj exclaimed, almost to himself.