Travis and Iris

Travis and Iris

Driving a taxi was very demanding; worst, the company took forty percent of the revenues. Every driver’s goal was to one day be able to be the owner of their cab.

Travis had driven cabs for wealthy corporations for many years but was finally breaking free today. He took the bus to the car dealership to get his car. The employee was responsible for demonstrating the finished product, including the sign on the plexiglass separating the rear passenger seat from the front, posting his name: ‘Welcome aboard, your driver Travis Bickle.’ He shook his hand and wished him good luck and many enjoyable days and fares.

Satisfied that everything was working well, he drove off the lot. Three traffic lights later, he picked up a fare. The customer was a young girl. She was wearing light garments that enhanced all of her forms. She asked him to take her to a cheap tourist room that he recognized as a chronic sex workers’ destination. Usually, cab drivers don’t converse, but this girl looked so young that he couldn’t resist looking at her through the rearview mirror. He broke the silence by asking her if she knew about the reputation of this place.

“Yes,” replied the girl, “I rent a room there. It is my place of residence.”

“Do you know sex workers bring their customers there?” Travis asked. “Mind you, it’s none of my business; you do as you want, but this is the last place I’d bring a beautiful young girl like you. Would it be too indiscreet to ask how old you are?”

“Yes, it’s not your business and too indiscreet to ask about my age.”

Before it was too late, he hadn’t noticed the car following him. As he stopped at the door of the ‘Tourists Rooms,’ the vehicle following him bumped his rear bumper.

He rushed out to check if there were damages to his brand-new cab. The other driver got out of his car, shouting: “Are you fucking stupid, stopping so abruptly, you fucking asshole?”

As they argued, Travis didn’t notice the lad who opened the rear door of his car and emptied the girl’s purse of money.

Since there was no damage, both drivers rescinded in their cars.

When Travis returned to his cab, he noticed the girl was crying. Trying to reassure her, he told her everything was okay, that everything would be well.

“No, it won’t be. While you were fighting with the other driver, a guy opened my door, grabbed my purse, and took all my money. Now, I can’t pay the fare for the ride.”

Astounded, Travis realized the distraction had been a set-up to rob the girl.

“Well, I’ll remember my first fare in my brand-new cab for a long time. I sympathize with your loss. But I don’t think there’s much we can do about it. Unless you have money in your room, I’ll consider this a charity case.”

“No, no, no, I’ll give you my identification, and if you give me your phone number, I’ll pay you as soon as possible. You’ll have to come to my room because I never carry my ID when working. I always leave it in my room to service a client, which is safer.”

Travis parked the car properly and locked his doors to follow her to her room.

Entering the gloomy building, they first encountered the security bouncer who blocked Travis’ path, asking him where he thought he was going.

“It’s ok, Bruno; I got rubbed and had no money to pay for my taxi fare. We’ll exchange info in my room, and he’ll be out of here in no time.”

“Are you sure he doesn’t want to pimp you, Iris?”

Laughing, “No, I tell you, he’s a gentleman.” Iris responded.

Bruno nodded his head at both of them.

Once in the room, Iris opened the drawer in the only desk, retrieved her ID, and presented it to Travis, “Here you are, sir, and here is a paper and pencil to take note of my info. Please write your phone number and first name on this pad. I’ll call you when I get the money to pay you.”

“Thank you, Iris; deep down, you are an honest person worthy of being known.”

He copied her info: Iris Steensma, Social Security Number: XXX-XXXX-XX, Date of birth: XX-XXX-XXXX.

“Hey, are you eighteen years old? You sure don’t look it.”

“How old did you think I was?” asked Iris.

“No more than fifteen, sixteen at the most,” he replied.

“Can you hold on a minute? I’ll be right back,” she asked.

She left the room, and he could hear her talk to Bruno. “Hey Bruno, please don’t worry; I want to chat with this guy for a while. I like him, and he’s ok. Ok?”

“No sweat, Iris; I know you well enough to trust you’ve always been a good judge of character. Enjoy this respite.”

She walked back into the room to find Travis sitting on the bed. Travis got up immediately, apologizing for his demeanor.

Iris walked up to him and hugged him, unnatural for two individuals who had just met.

He held on to her, hoping she would stay there a little longer.

When she lifted her head, bringing her lips closer to his. Their tongues started dancing while their hands explored each other’s back contours.

Once they separated, he apologized, to which she replied: “You don’t have to excuse yourself; I wanted it and more. Did you hear Bruno say that I’ve always shown good judgment of character?”

Pulling back, she started to strip. Travis admired the beauty revealed for his eyes only.

Once naked, she walked to him and started unbuttoning his shirt to slide it off him.

“What are you doing, Iris? You don’t have to do this.”

“If I had to do it, it would become a service of my trade, which it isn’t. I want you because I judge you as a friend, an honorable man that deserves my admiration. If I didn’t take the first step, you’d already be gone, and the desire I saw in your eyes would extinguish itself with time. The need to become closer would disappear eternally, and I don’t want to lose you, ever. My guts tell me to hang on to you.”

With Iris’ help, he shed the rest of his clothes off, “I do feel the same way you do, Iris. I never imagined becoming attached to someone in so short a time was possible. I want you as much as you want me; somehow, I trust in the sincerity of your feelings. The ‘I’ and ‘You’ have become an ‘Us’. Like now, I’m just half of a whole. We’ll Pack your things. I’m taking us home, and you’ll never have to sell your body to survive.”

He moved forward, holding her by the shoulders, and kissed her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. He gently caressed her back, kissing from neck to mouth to the other side of her neck.

She was tightly holding on to him, squeezing his muscular chest to her breasts, rubbing her nipples against the hair of his chest.

He lowered his head to suck in her left nipple and then the right one, alternating at a slow pace. Descending on his knees, he licked her abdomen, stopping briefly at her belly button to shove his tongue in, licking it, languishing there with a push in and out, mimicking a fucking motion. As he was simultaneously caressing the inside of her thighs, slowly moving closer to her garden, he made his way down to her slit. First, licking between her vaginal lips and leg, he waited for her clit to protrude from its hood. Licking and sucking on it, he kept lashing between her clit and vagina entrance until her lower body rose to meet his ministrations.