The Un-Taxi Driver

By Jax_Teller


It was Nineteen Eighty Six and I was working as a Pizza delivery driver at night while waiting on my Navy discharge. I would often be delivering on a local Naval Air Station, and pass by the club on base. The local legal drinking age was 21 but on military bases at that time but if you had military ID you could drink at 18. The military clubs on bases were like most civilian clubs but larger with multiple bars and a restaurant in one building, consolidating services between them. I noticed the club in Virginia Beach had a Taxi stand outside the club, and there was almost always a crowd waiting for taxis after 8 pm on weekends. I never took a taxi when I went to the club myself because I had my own car. This realization had dollar signs all over it.


The next Friday evening the pizza shop had two extra drivers and business was slow. I made a delivery on base and I decided to see if I could make some extra money picking people up at the Taxi stand. I pulled up and asked if anyone wanted a ride, several people came right over. A load full packed into my car and I dropped them off at a motel on the strip outside base on the way back to the pizza shop. They gave me $40 for a 5 mile ride, and I decided I could make more shuttling people around than delivering pizza that night. On busy nights I made $200 plus in tips, but on slow nights I barley made minimum wage. Plus there was the drunk horny factor of people headed to motels that some how made this work easier than delivering pizza to people who wait to order then are pissed when it isn’t there in five minutes.


I went back to the pizza shop and turned in my sheet for the night. Jim, the manager, gave me an odd look because I never did that before. I went back to the taxi stand on base and sure enough there was a large group of people waiting for taxis. I pulled up and asked if anyone wanted a ride out to Motel row. Five hot, young ladies who were visibly drunk, and two really good looking guys got in. I asked them if they had a hotel preference, and they told me they were just out of boot camp and didn’t even know where the motels were. They were talking about the price and who was going to register the room. I listened in as I drove and one of them asked me to stop at a package store.


I stopped at the package store and one of the guys went in. Meanwhile the three girls and guy in the back seat were getting very touchy feely in the back seat. The guy came back and said they wouldn’t sell to him because he was only 19 yrs old. The group asked if I could go buy the liqueur. I said sure no problem. When I came back out, one of the girls in the back seat, was riding the guys lap, and the others were cheering them on. As I drove to the motel one of the girls in the front seat, a blond introduced herself as Cathy.


Cathy had a captivating facial structure, with a really fit, tight body. She had on a little black dress and asked me if I would like to join them at the Motel. I said sure and Cathy told me she had collected $100 for the room and asked if I could get the room. I wasn’t sure whether I was just being used or if I cared, Cathy was now my focus. She didn’t appear to be attached to anyone and seemed sincere. My brain was screaming be careful it maybe a setup, the head in my pants was scream chanting fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Damn Jerry Springer show.


I pulled into the Ramada, went in and registered. I came back out and we all went to the room. I opened the door and everyone started undressing as they went inside. I put the liqueur on the dresser that held the Television and Danny one of the guys handed me a crisp $50 to pay for the ride. Cathy came up to me and thanked me for everything and we started dancing to the music on MTV. In the light of the motel room I could see them all more clearly and it occurred to me that they were all Marines.