It was almost 3am and I was ready to leave.  The party was good, the crowd was hot, and I was fucking tired.

As I grabbed my coat, a tall leggy blond walked up to me.  She had on this tiny silver dress that clung to her body in all the right places. 

“So, um, Michael tells me you live on the upper west side?”

Was that a question?  Think quickly.  “Um yeah.  Why?”

“Well, like, do you want to maybe, share a cab or something?”

I knew what that meant: I’d pay for the cab and she’d talk about lipstick. If I was lucky though, she might pass out and not talk my ear off the entire way.

“Uh, sure. You ready to go?” And I see Michael wink at me as we turn towards the door.  Thanks buddy.

She walked towards the curb and a cab pulled across three lanes of traffic to a screeching halt in front of us.  She didn’t seem to notice, so I opened the door and climbed in.  She was right behind me.

“Um, Broadway and like 76th ,” she said as she leaned back against the door looking at me.  She looked hot.  And drunk.  And bored. Ce la vie. 

I had no idea what to say to this girl as the cab started driving up town, so I did’t say anything.  She looked out the window.  Then back at me.  Then at the cab driver.  Then back at me.  She looked me up and down just like I was doing to her, and got a look in her eye.

She leaned forward. “So, like Mr. Cabby? Do you mind if I like totally give this guy a blow job?”  I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or unzip my pants.  I did neither.

In a thick Indian accent I heard him say from the front seat, “I don’t mind, as long as you take your top down first.” This must be some sort of NY agreement I’ve never heard of before because two seconds later she reached around the back of her neck, untied the straps to her dress and pulled it down to expose two small, perfect breasts.

“They’re like kinda small, but I think that’s totally in right now.  I mean, Paris’s are small too, but mine are totally nicer than hers.  You know?” Suddenly I realize she’s talking to me. 

“Um, yeah, totally” is what I lamely managed to come out with. I looked over at her and before I knew what’s happening she was leaning over me, my jeans were open, and I was harder than I’ve ever been.  She swallowed me totally then pulled up and sucked me like a lollypop.  My temptation to laugh was gone out the window as one of her hands cupped my balls and the other squeezed tightly around my shaft.  Her lips and tongue and everything else were all over me, around me, and doing things I didn’t know could be done.

I moaned. Then I moaned again.  “Oh God, Paris” I said just loud enough that I was sure she heard me.  I slapped myself in the face.  In my mind.

Just when I thought she was about to kick me out of the car, she sucked harder, took me all the way down her throat while somehow still licking me, and I began to explode.  She never stopped as I came and came, until finally she sat up. 

She wiped her mouth.  She pulled her dress up and tied it in the back.

“Next block on the right side,” Then to me, “did you like totally call me Paris?”

“Um, yeah,” I stuttered, looking down into my lap.

She opened the car door and got out.  Just as I thought she was gone, she leaned her head in and whispered, “It was totally hot”.

Then it was me and the cabbie driving up Broadway.

—Guy New York