Driven Lust

by Abby Adams Publishing

  DRIVEN LUST

  By WAYNE STEWART

  Driven Lust

  By Wayne Stewart

  Copyright © 2013 Wayne Stewart

  Edited and Published by Abby Adams Publishing

  Smashwords Edition

  ISBN 978-1-940179-03-2

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  WARNING: This book contains adult language and depictions of adult sexual acts, which may not be suitable for teenagers below the age of 16; or for anyone who does not wish to read stories containing written descriptions of explicit, erotic sexual behavior. It does not contain any explicit sexual or nude images. It does contain serious, humorous, and interesting stories of contemporary literature, and fictional tales of both romance and adventure; and is intended for adult readers.

  Chapter One

  Weddings suck period. The groom is usually tipsy at best and the bride-to-be is always frantic. It's like they bring an extra-large sack of stress with them and dump it all over the driver. They normally run later than planned and it becomes a rush job getting them to the church, reception, or final destination like a hotel or airport on time.

  This wedding was no exception. The bride had forgotten her veil and needed to go back to her parent's house to get it. As a driver, James had to consider safety above urgency and sometimes the client loses to it.

  He would bend the law into a pretzel trying to accommodate a client, but he sure wouldn't shatter that law into pieces. His license was his money maker after all. He needed the job to help put him through college. Trying to land a job in law enforcement in the future, it wouldn’t do to have a criminal record himself.

  "Driver, you've got to hurry!" the bride called from the back of the large limousine, waiting at a red light James was going to go straight at.

  "I understand ma'am. I'm going as fast as traffic allows." he explained, not mentioning the fact that the girl was a half hour late coming out to begin with.

  "It isn't fast enough! Can't you just turn your hazards on and run it?" she asked with a huff. A woman used to getting her way, a simple low life driver wasn't going to control her destiny.

  "I'm sure the police wouldn't think your situation is an emergency." James replied, knowing his comment would fall on deaf ears.

  "It's an emergency to me! My life is depending on this wedding!" the bride yelled frantically, trying to force her problems on the unreasonable chauffeur.

  There's nothing James could think of to convince the queen in the back that recklessly flying through the streets of the city for a veil she should have gotten in the half hour extra she took getting out in the beginning was worth the risk of life and ticket to him. So, with the tolerance of Job, he said nothing.

  Pulling into her mother's home, the bride didn't wait for the luxury vehicle to stop, opening her door as it pulled in. James stopped as quickly as possible without tossing the girl into the street. How would that look? Bride hospitalized from limo tracks and door bruises. Chauffeur cited for reckless driving.

  After she was safe, James finished pulling into the driveway. Putting the vehicle in park, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for a few seconds, waiting for the white ball of nerves to return. He thought about getting out and opening the good lady's door for her, but then thought she would be upset at the time wasted in doing so.

  Within a minute, the frantic bride-to-be emerged with veil in hand and a look of urgency on her face. Opening the door herself, she threw herself in and yelled, "Go!"

  "Yes ma'am, you did get your garter, correct?" James thought to ask. Wouldn't it suck to come back before the reception to get it?

  "Fuck!" she yelled, and out she blew again. Another minute and she was back in.

  "Bouquet?" James offered, and the back door slammed so hard, it made the stretch rock. Her speed had slowed in her departure this time, mainly due to the fit she was having on her way back into the house.

  Another minute and the fluffy white ball of fire emerged with flowers in her hand. This time, she didn't climb in the back but opened the passenger door in the front.

  "Anything else you can think of?" she asked James with a daring look in her eyes.

  "Valium?" James asked with a grinned.

  She shushed him while taking a seat, "I'm not that bad!" she defended, letting out a sigh. "Get me to the church please. Oh, and the photographer wants to capture as much as possible. Make sure you follow his lead."

  James backed out and sped down the street. Cop stopping at the stop signs in the community, he turned onto the major road leading to the church.

  "Good to see a woman so in love with a man that she just can't wait to marry him." James teased. It seemed to him that if the guy loved her so much, he wouldn't care about waiting another ten minutes to say his vows.

  Thinking a moment, she replied "Well, he is the son of Wilson Holdings and destined to go far."

  "Ah, you fell in love with a well off man." James observed orally. "I'm glad he loves you back." betting that was wrong.

  The return to the church was just as quick as leaving it. James dropped the bride off in the back of the church and pulled around to the front. Parking it right between the double doors where the new couple should come out. He pulled the champagne out of the cooler, placed it in the ice bucket, and poured ice around it. Putting the bucket into the centerpiece, he straddled it over the hump in the middle.

  Champagne was chilling, the back cleaned of any debris, ice filling the coolers on the sides, and a just married sign on the back were all in place. James stood by the side door waiting for the couple to come out.

  The bride's father had spared no expense and a photographer was indeed present. James could see the equipment and photographer when the doors opened to let a guest in or out. It would be a long wait for James. Pictures take the longest time. It is usually the number one reason newlyweds run behind getting to the reception.

  James considered his job was to stand there and look pretty. Instead of reading a book or texting friends on his phone, he stood by the back door. Mothers with crying children stepped out to soothe their child then walk back in. This is why James didn't move from the side door. People coming out saw the stretch limousine first and the chauffeur second. James never chanced someone seeing him slacking off.

  It was a risk to stand there. People would ask him questions that sometimes couldn't be answered. "What time will they be out?", "Where's the bathroom?" and "Where's the reception?" were popular questions James tried to know the answers to. He always made an effort to get a pamphlet to at least know the bride and groom's name and a guess at the times. When they would be out was a mystery though. Usually, if the photographer can get a decent picture of the flower girl, it might be pretty quick. But whose fault is it the bride picked a three year old for a flower girl? Perhaps if the child wasn't one big burning mass of energy, she might hold still long enough to capture the lifetime event.

  Finally, the doors burst open to the chapel and ushers pinned them back with door stops. The crowd stampeded out and some gathered on the steps while others h
ustled to their cars. James was in luck, seeing that the photographer was coming out. Some photographers will take pictures of the family before the wedding, others waited until after. This meant he was ready for the couple to come out as well and he would capture the bird seed and bubbles soon to be dumped on them.

  The bride and groom alerted the photographer and he readied for the memorable exit. Strolling down the steps, the flashes of the photographer and guests flickered on the happy couple. Making their way to the limousine door, James did his customary bow and opened the door.

  The photographer stopped them to take pictures at the limousine door, then while they're sitting, then through the partition in the front seat. Finally, the photographer finished his professional service there. Scrambling back out of the limo, he asked James to follow him so he could be there when the stretch arrived.

  While in route, the bride decided to raise the divider, blocking the view from the front with a heavy tint. This limited James' view and he was forced to utilize the side mirrors, completely ignoring the rear view mirror as there was no way to see out of it anyway.

  The hapless photographer made a wrong turn and James knew better. Turning the right way at the corner slowly, he made sure to catch the light. The photographer caught up to the stretch and pulled in front once more.

  The ride to the reception was uneventful after that. James saw the photographer running to the entrance and jump in front of the crowd that awaited the newlyweds. Fumbling with the camera, he was soon set to go.

  James walked around the back side of the stretch and prepared to open the door. Once the photographer gave the go-ahead, James opened it up wide.

  A yelp came out first and then the bride. She fell out backwards, mostly naked, catching the door jam with her knees. Dangling for a moment upside down while the photographer and crowd snapped away, her breasts swayed with the cups of her bra tucked underneath and naked from the hips down because the dress was around her waist. The new husband covered his crotch and gasped from being denied the sheath his cock was going in.

  Apparently, the newlyweds couldn't wait to consummate their wedding and instead of settling for kisses and snuggles, the bride decided to let him have her. James, ever the gentleman, picked her up by the nape of her neck and threw her back into the limo; a "What the fuck!" squealed from her mouth as James slammed the door.

  Looking at the crowd, James couldn't help but say, "There's one for the photo album!" and smiled.

  The crowd cheered and laughed while they waited for the bride to be presentable. Once the knock sounded on the window, James opened the door again. A blushing bride emerged with her blushing husband and another cheer roared from the crowd.

  James' boring part of the wedding was over. Now comes the thrilling part of defending the limo from drunks and children, cleaning the spilled messes and champagne from the back, and playing his role by the door. Checking the champagne, he noticed it wasn't even touched.

  Usually, guests would come out to smoke and chit chat with James, asking the usual, "Can I see inside?" and other such questions. This reception was a little different.

  The first announcement coming across the P.A. wasn't welcoming the guest or inviting the guests to enjoy the open bar. Instead, the first announcement was, "Would the people who took pictures of the bride in the limo outside please delete them, thank you."

  The older gentleman that made the announcement was soon standing in front of James. It was his assessment that the man was the bride's father, Mr. Wilson.

  "What made you open the door!" was his first question to James. He sure didn’t get a cordial greeting and introduction.

  "Sir, the bride had the partition up and I was unable to see that she was not appropriate for departure." he stated. "I followed her instructions of doing what the photographer ordered." wondering how it came to be his fault the man’s daughter was half nude.

  "You should have known something was going on!" he seethed, his voice getting angrier.

  Telling the man that he left his crystal ball at home and it had a crack in it anyway wouldn’t help this situation. "I understand you're upset, however, I had no control of it. The photographer was coordinating the event and I opened it on his command." and thought, 'How do you tell a father you just let every family member and friend see his daughter's tits and pussy?', 'Why, you don't.' was his own answer. "The limousine is a 17 inch stretch, it is designed to have a smooth and quiet ride, the partition is made for maximum privacy, and they would have had to make some serious movement or noise for me to even guess they were ... occupied."

  With a huff, the father of the bride brushed James aside and opened the front passenger door. Just as James said, the partition was still up. Placing his hands over the glass to block out the glare, he stared for a few seconds. Giving up, he stepped back out. "How are you supposed to see and hear anything with that up?" he demanded.

  "The limousine has a P.A. system. The phone rests on the hook by the bar." James informed him. "The side mirrors are used while driving, just as in many commercial vehicles."

  "And neither one of them told you they weren't ready?" he asked, sounding incredulous.

  "No sir, they never mentioned to me about their ... plans." James told him honestly.

  Fuming, the father of the bride stormed off towards the reception. 'It must be hard to not find anyone other than his daughter to blame.' James thought, watching him tromp away.

  Karma ... James saw it over and over. It's one of the reasons he didn't do one night stands. However, though his tip had probably just disappeared, the consolation prize of the bride's jiggling breasts and pussy would help him on his next self-service. Although he didn’t take advantage of the willing girls at college, he was still a man after all.

  The end of the evening was finally upon James. As the last of the celebrators walked or stumbled out, he pulled the limo back to the front entrance.

  Opening the door, the bride and groom climbed in followed by all the brides' maids. James helped them with their dresses. Nothing good ever comes out of a dress hanging out of a car door. Somehow, even that was his responsibility and he took no chances.

  James was instructed to drop the bride and groom off at the five-star hotel they were spending the night at. The newlyweds were headed on a cruise the following day and were happy to brag about it.

  Opening the door for the bride and groom, the newly crowned Mrs. instructed James to take her party home, allow the girls to do whatever they wanted, and make sure they stayed safe. With that, he left the couple at the valet.

  Chapter Two

  Her instructions were easier said than done though. Grabbing a pen and notepad, James had it passed around so each could write down their destination. Pulling out a map, he quickly came up with a route.

  Six girls partied in the back as James headed for the first stop. He had to close the top so the girls wouldn't fall out of it. None looked sober enough to use good judgment and hung out waving and flashing cars and pedestrians.

  Dropping off the first inebriated lady, the second stop was close and James was there in minutes.

  "Who's next?" one asked. Which one asked, James didn't know. Looking at his list and the map, He decided that Cedar was the closest. "Cedar Avenue" he answered, wondering if they doubted his logistical skills.

  "No, don't drop me off till last." said a brunette in the middle.

  Skipping that address, "Brittany Trail?" he asked.

  "That's fine." the red head on the right stated.

  The girls began doing what all of them do, whispering among themselves. James was restricted to discuss anything said in a vehicle with anyone else. It's unethical for one and bad business for another. But he didn't expect his clients to know that.

  Pulling up at the red head's home, James did his usual of helping her out. After five minutes of saying her good byes, James helped her to the door, just like he did with the other two. At 2 am, you couldn't stop James from doing that. There wasn't going to
be anything bad happening on his watch. The women would all get home safely and he intended to make sure of it.

  "Carpenter's Creek?" he asked, getting back in. One of the girls moved to the seat behind him. It being dark, he wasn't sure which one. "Yes, it's a confusing drive. I'll direct you."

  James thought himself an expert but the customer is always right. He listened to her instructions and let her take the route she wanted.

  "How long have you been a limo driver?" she asked.

  Nobody seemed to use the word 'chauffeur' anymore. "A little over a year, madam." he replied. Sometimes people ask that to see if he was experienced enough to transport them. Mostly, it's just asked to start small talk.

  "Wow its late." looking at her watch, "Is your girlfriend going to be mad for you being out so late?"

  She had obviously checked his ring finger. "I don't have a girlfriend." was all he could say, he wanted to focus on his driving, but her inquisition and perfume distracted him.

  "Why? What's wrong with you?" she asked.

  James had class and knew how to use it. "Girlfriends are golden treasures I can't easily afford." he replied.

  "Bah, you should make good money driving a car like this!" was her reasoning.

  "The money isn't so much a problem. I just can't afford the time." trying to explain he continued, "I go to college too."

  "What? Any girl should be willing to wait for a man that looks as good as you." she prodded.

  "It wouldn't be the girl to blame. I don't want to commit to a relationship I couldn't put my attention into." James explained. "It just wouldn't be fair to a girl."

  "Ah, but love always finds a way." she reasoned. "You just haven't found Mrs. Right."