Under The Skin

By Timothy Tucker

Andrew Kauf had spent nearly fifteen years working for Hermes Taxi Co., and during that time he had seen all sorts of people. Down and outters hopping from bar to bar, dealers always willing to sell him the latest death concoction, pregnant women all alone, softly counting their contractions, and once he had even unknowingly drove around a convicted felon.

But tonight was going to be different. Tonight, he was going to receive a passenger unlike anybody he had ever met before...

Andrew maneuvered the large Checker Taxi through a green light and around the corner. He checked his watch, 10:15, and kept his eyes peeled for any potential customers. The streets weren't usually deserted this time of night, and Andrew still had time to kill before he clocked out.

It was then that he saw her. Half hidden between the shadows of a street lamp and store front, stood a woman. Andrew slowed his cab down as he approached her to get a better look. She was tall and scantily dressed, a small hand bag lazily swinging from one hand, and wore only a skirt, a very tight tube top that exposed her midriff, and a snug jacket.

Despite the darkness, her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, and she stood with an air of authority, back straight and head held high. Upon seeing the cab she subtly waved her hand, motioning for Andrew to stop. He pulled the cab towards the curb and parked in front of her. It was a routine he had done hundreds of times before. The woman opened the back door and slid into the spacious interior.

“Evenin' Miss, where ya headed?” Andrew asked. He readjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look at his passenger. The darkness had concealed her beauty well, as Andrew found himself mesmerized by her looks. It just wasn't her looks either, as his perception had changed about her entire appearance. He noticed the fine texture of her jacket, a deep lavender made of silk, the tight strip of cloth covering her ample breast, and an extremely short cream colored skirt. A butterfly shaped piercing gleamed from her toned stomach, and her skin was an immaculate olive color.

“44th and Shannon. Papi.” She said. Her words rolled with an exotic Latina flare, sensual and purr like.

“Yes ma'am, I can get you there in seven minutes.” Andrew peeled away from the curb and began the drive down the street.

For a while, the only sound that came from the taxi was the pay meter steadily increasing. The woman stared stoically through her back seat window, her face as cold as ice.

“So, you goin' clubbin'?” Andrew asked. For whatever reason, silence always made him uneasy during a run. He always wanted to get a feel of a customer, knock the tension out of the air. And sure enough, the womans poker face melted into a warm smile, showing off her well cared for teeth.

“Oh, how can you tell?”

“Shannon, that's the street with all dem clubs and bars. Figured a pretty young lady like yourself wasn't attending Mass or somethin'.”

“Well, papi, you're right. Club Morpheus.”

Andrew had heard of that spot. One of the more seedier night-clubs around, tending to all sorts of the cities more dubious side.

“You should come on down and see me sometimes. The names Athena, I'm a dancer.”

“Athena eh?”

“That's right papi, I'm a mutha' fuckin' Goddess.”

Andrew laughed. It was in the tone of her voice, a hidden message of flirtatious intent. The woman, Athena, removed her sun glasses, revealing a pair of hazel eyes. They shined orb like in the semi darkness of the taxi, and Andrew could see a devilish glint.

Andrew averted his eyes from the rear view mirror and towards his left arm clutching the steering wheel. He stared at the plain yet precious wedding band around his ring finger and turned his attention back to the road.

“You know papi, it's been a while since I had 'some'.”

Athena was moving in the back seat, jockeying for position on the polyester seat. Andrew could not resist the urge to dart his eyes to the rear view mirror and watch her motions.

Her tongue darted out between her full lips and seductively licked back and fourth. Her slender hand found its way underneath her skirt and began to move in circular motions. A low moan escaped Athena's mouth, and Andrew inwardly kicked himself for even talking to the woman.

He returned his eyes to the road, occasionally glancing down at his wedding ring. Athena continued to play with herself in his backseat, gasps of excitement flowing through the air like musical notes. She began to talk in Spanish, each word sending pings of excitement down Andrew's spine.

“Juegue conmigo papi. Soy duro para usted.”

Andrew kept his eyes on the road, his wedding ring, the rear view mirror. Road, ring, mirror. Road, ring, mirror. His pulse began to quicken, his heart rate elevating along with his libido. Athena was touching herself harder, faster, her mouth open in a silent 'o' of sexual pleasure and release. Her eyes were rolled back...

Sorry Margo.

Andrew pulled the cab to a stop near the curb. He slid his wedding ring off, surprised by how pale his skin was underneath, and sat it on the dashboard. He climbed out of the drivers seat and hurriedly made his way to the back. Athena was more than happy to let him in as she scooted over.

“Shit, you ain't gotta ask twice baby.” Andrew said as he closed the door behind him. He pounced on top of her like an animal and began to suckle on her neck. Her hands explored Andrew's body as if it were a mystery, each finger finding new ways to excite and stimulate him. She took Andrew's hand and slid his index finger into her mouth, her wet, luscious tongue rolling over his skin as if it were succulent fruit.

Andrew's other hand caressed the delicate flesh of her thigh. He traveled upwards, towards her panties, and roughly removed her cotton laced underwear. Andrew ran his fingers through the fine texture of her pubic hair...and stopped.

Motion had ceased between the two as Andrew tried to rationalize what he was holding in his hand. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and slowly lifted the fold of her skirt. What he saw inside made his blood turn cold. It was a cruel twist of luck and nature, this beautiful woman, exuding femininity on the outside, but packing a seven inch uncut penis.

Andrew retracted his hand in horror and stared at her unnatural sex organ. The pink head seemed to stare at him like a grotesque eye as Athena gingerly stroked herself.

“What's the matter papi? You don't want it anymore?” She asked mockingly.

“What...the...fuck!? Get out of here!!” Andrew grabbed her by the arm and swung his door open. He flung Athena out of the taxi and watched as she landed in a heap on the street. He tossed her handbag out also and rushed to the drivers seat.

“Hijo de puta!” Athena spat. “Afraid you gonna turn into a fag!?”

“Fuck you, freak!!” Andrew slammed his door and started the taxi. He could feel his face becoming red with shame as Athena banged on his widow, all manners of lewd language coming from her mouth.

Andrew finally peeled away from the curb and Athena, and watched as her form became smaller in the rear view mirror. She continued to taunt him even as he sped away, grabbing her crotch and flailing her middle finger in one last tirade.

Andrew continued to drive, his racing heart finally calming down.

Oh God, I kissed 'her', I touched it...

On the dashboard, his wedding ring shined dully under the passing street lights. Andrew picked it up and twirled the piece of metal in his fingers.

My wife hasn't satisfied me in five years, and I get suckered by some damn freak of nature...

He slid the ring in his breast pocket and decided to call it a night. A couple of drinks was in line after this bullshit...

THE END