"Gonna be in buff by this afternoon driving this broken down cab with a heater I can't turn off. Whats her name Fred?

"You're breaking my heart Jacques. Did you ever think of opening window? Her name is Ellen Simonetti ."

"Is she a tall blonde with a great pair of legs."

"Yeah she is Jacques. How did you know."

"Saw her on TV other day Fred. She's first Flight Attendant to ever be fired for blogging."

"Whats blogging Jacques?"

"The word blog is derived from word web log. They took b from end of word web and then combined that letter b with word log. So blog is kind of a hip way to say web log."

"Whats a weblog?"

"Never mind Fred. Don't think you'll understand. Lets just say its a little something they invented a little bit past your Pony Express days."

"I'll tell her you've got great abs so you don't have to keep your shirt off."

"Okay, okay, I'm putting shirt on now Fred. Tell her I'll be there in about five minutes."

Arriving at Airport his waiting passenger asked,"are you cab driver with great abs?"

"What else did my dispatcher tell you about me,?" Jacques asked.

"Oh nothing much. He just mentioned that you slept with librarian and your school teacher just to get an A."

"Gee, I mentioned that in confidence to one person, now I suppose its all over town. Anyway how have you been Ellen Simonetti ? I've seen you on Today Show and on CNBC. I'm sorry that you were fired from your job as a Flight Attendant because of your blogging."

"Thank you Jacques. Its kind of you to say that. But I came here to forget about my troubles. My very good friend is getting married and I'm gonna be her Brides Maid. So I'm gonna just forget about Delta and TV and newspaper interviews for a few days and just be plain old Ellen Simonetti again."

"I understand Ellen. I think taking a break from it all is best thing to do. Besides New England is beautiful this time of year. How are you fixed for cash?"

"I'm okay Jacques. I'm getting unemployment benefits at last. I just hope I can finish my book before checks run out. I'm not happy about being on such a tight budget but I have no choice unless I take offer to be a centerfold."

"Oh, so they did want you do a centerfold. Figured they would. It would of sold magazines but I'm sure you made right decision."

"Just couldn't do it Jacques. Any way I wear white socks."

"White socks! I don't get it."

"Its kind of a Texas saying Jacques. Good girls wear white socks."

"Oh now I get it. Oh by way Ellen would you like to make some quick easy money?"

"Sure I would Jacques, but just keep in mind that I wear white socks."

"Sure Ellen, it just so happens that I wear white socks too."

"Yeah, great Jacques, that gives me a lot of faith in you. You just slept with librarian and your school teacher but you wear white socks. What are we talking about here? I don't deal drugs or rob banks either."

"No, no Ellen, nothing illegal. All you have to do is place a bet on a horse race. And its not on a ringer or anything like that."

"Whats a ringer Jacques?"

"A ringer is a horse disquised as another horse. Lets say you own a grey horse thats a top allowance grade horse and I own a cheap horse that runs for a low claiming tag. What we do is switch horses. The bettors think they're betting on my cheap claiming tag horse but he's really your allowance horse. Its getting harder to get away with this today because now they have more ways to identify horses but people still try it from time to time."

"So whats so special about this one horse race and why do you need me to place bet?"

"My friend is a horse trainer Ellen. He's been secretly clocking Joisey Girl in early morning before clockers show up at track. He figures that Joisey Girl is at least ten lengths better than top contenders in race. But if either one of us is spotted making a big bet on horse price will go down. Joisey Girl hasn't run in two years. She was hurt but she had surgery and my friend nursed her back to health. She figures to go off about seventy to one if no one gets wise."

"How much do you want me to bet on it Jacques?"

"I only have five hundred dollars that I saved for my rent to bet. I'll give you one hundred dollars worth of bet just for putting it in. Just walk up to five hundred dollar win window two minutes before race goes off and say one ticket on number seven."

"But what if it loses Jacques? Then how will you pay your rent?"

"Its no big deal Ellen. If Joisey Girl loses I'll just have to sleep with my land lady again. She'd much rather have me sleep with her than give her rent money any way."

"Sleep with you're land lady again! You're putting me on about your land lady. Right?"

"No, thats deal we made. She said five hundred a month or I sleep with her on rent day. But she wanted a three month security deposit, so I had to sleep with her three times because I didn't have fiveteen hundred for security deposit."

"Take off that shirt Jacques. I want to see if your abs are worth five hundred dollars a month free rent. And I'm gonna take pictures to show my friends in Texas if they are."

"Okay Ellen, I'm taking off my shirt but I don't want to see those pictures ending up in Play Girl or something. Remember, I wear white socks."

"Damn, I'm snapping. Those abs are worth a thousand a month rent. Hey take of some more Jacques. Maybe I could sell pictures to Play Girl."

"Okay Ellen stop snapping where here. Got to put my shirt back on now. Just remember to play it cool. If anyone asks you why you're betting number seven just say its your lucky number and act like you really don't care if it loses."

"Okay I'll do it Jacques. Any way seven is my lucky number. I've got ten dollars of wild money. So I'm gonna play a seven and seven daily double for my self."

"I was going to leave right after first race Ellen. After all, I am supposed to be providing a cab service. But okay, put your double in. Maybe its a winner."

"Thanks Jacques, I feel lucky today. And you're right. It is a picture perfect day today. New England is really a beautiful place."

"Can't blame her Mike. She knew I was living way over my head. Even if she had given me a few more weeks to come up with rent sooner or later I would have ended up behind on rent again. Twelve hundred a month is just too much for me."

"Yeah Jacques. Maybe its for best. Now all woman in Hanover will have a shot at sharing their bed with you eh Jacques."

"Yeah, sure Mike. I'll bet you a pint that I'll end up sleeping in this cab tonight."

"I'll take that bet Jacques.

"Thanks for help Mike. Got to go now. Just got a call to take someone over to Bess Johnson's place.

After Jacques droped his fare off at Bess Johnson's he said, "I'll be around for a while if you need a ride back later. Just tap on window when you're ready."

"Great, figure on about two hours or so."

Two hours later Jacques fare knocked on window while Bess Johnson gave him a good night kiss. "Hey Jacques don't you ever go home anymore,?" Bess Johnson asked.

"My cab is my home now. I got evicted today."

"Oh sorry to hear that Jacques. I'll tell you what though. After you drop my friend off come back. I think I know of where you can find an apartment at a reasonable rent."

"Great Bess. Thanks, I'll catch you later."

Jacques took his fare back into town and then headed back to Bess Johnson's place. He figured someone like her would not say she knew of an apartment unless she was sure. He figured her for a very high class hooker based on her teriffic looking body and twice a week or so visit to her place on average by very well to do men. Whenever a fare was going to Bess Johson's place Jacques always knew he would get a very generous tip.

Arriving at Bess Johnson's place Jacques was relieved to see that her lights were still on. As he pulled into her driveway Bess opened her front door and waved for him to come in. As he got closer to door he could see that Bess was wearing a very sexy baby doll nighty. As Bess bent down to pick up TV remote control that fell out of her hand Jacques eyes feasted on sight of Bess's breast's just about bursting out of top of her pink colored top. Now all way bent down bottom of her nighty rode up her very shapely thighs revealing a very small heart shaped thong that covered her pussy.

"Sorry Bess, I see you're ready for bed. I'll come back another time."

"No problem Jacques, I'm was just watching TV. Nothing on thats very entertaining. Tell you what. I'll make you a nice roast beef sandwhich if you do your Club Wild strip act routine for me."

"If you got a beer to go with that you got a deal Bess."

"Sure thing Jacques, I stocked up on Molson today. I'll join you with a Molson if you don't mind."

"Great Bess. I just hope I'm not keeping you up."

"No Jacques, you're not keeping me up. But lets see that srtip act now.

As Bess prepared sandwhich Jacques danced around. As he unbuttoned his shirt Bess was surpised to see his rippling muscles and very firm abs. As he playfuly slid his pants off Bess looked on lustfuly at his muscular thighs. As he turned around he exposed his butt by letting his jock strap slide beneath his butt. He then pulled his jock strap back up and turned around and faced Bess again.

"Nice butt Jacques. But why did you pull your jock strap back up? I was looking forward to seeing everything."

"Thanks Bess, but I don't show it all till final part of act. At Club Wild I lay down on floor and while I do a sexy wiggle bacherolette pulls my jock strap all way off."

"Well what are you waiting for Jacques? Get down on floor and do that wiggle."

Jacques did his wiggle on floor and then said "at this point I let bachelorette pull my jock strap off and ask her to take advantage of me and have her way with me."

To Jacques surpise Bess bent down and slid off his jock strap. He watched as Bess threw jock strap to corner of kitchen and removed her nighty. As her naked body stood over his Jacques threw his arms back over his head and said, "take advantage of me, I'm all yours."

Gently stroking his cock, she said, "its beautiful" as it throbbed from her strokes.

"Thank you Bess. Your body is even more fantastic than I imagined."

"Lets have those sandwhiches now before I take you upstairs. I have something that I want to tell you Jacques when we go upstairs."

"Sure Bess. Cheers"

"Cheers Jacques. Oh I forget napkins. But since were both sitting at table stark naked I guess it doesn't really matter."

"Right you are Bess. My bod is wash and wear. Anyway its a lot more comfortable looking at you without any clothes on."

Looking down at Jacques lap, Bess remarked, "Yes you're happy to see allright."

"Thanks for sandwhich and beer Bess, but I should really go and let you get some sleep."

"Sleep! You think I can sleep now after seeing your sexy body Jacques? I'm tired of being with girly men. I need a tumble with a real red blooded man. Just come up stairs with me. I have something up there I want to show you"

"Okay Bess, lead way. You have me curious now."

"Take a good look now and tell me what you think of it up here Jacques."

"Its very nice up here Bess. But what did you want to tell me?"