Nice talking to you. Get home safe." The cop began walking back to his vehicle."Wait! You forgot something!" What?" He walked back over quickly."My nu...ber." Hayley scribbled it down on the back of some business card and handed it to him. "My name's Hayley." I'm Jack. Nice to meet you, Hayley," he started to walk away again. "Thanks," he said, over his shoulder.Hayley paused her story to gauge how Sarah was reacting so far, "And I didn't see him again until six months later I finally answered. Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI loaded her bags into the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead fox around her shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She’s about 40 years old, but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I’m not kidding you. But here’s the thing: When I pull in front of her castle, she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can’t find her. I snared a handful of hair. “Don’t be in such a hurry, Susie.”“It’s Susan!” she snarled.“Start with a hand, nice and slow. Gentle. Sensual as you can make it.”“Yes, Des.” Her hand was feather light, her soft strokes sending maddening little pleasure shocks up and down the shaft. My pleasure doubled when my hands found her breasts, her stiff nipples heaven on my palms. She leaned down to wrap her full lips around my cockhead and draw it into her warm, moist mouth. Her tongue trapped and rolled. They agreed to meet at a theater only a couple miles from his house. Jane was not as particular as Rich. She didn’t care what a man looked like; some of her best sexual experiences had been with men most women would find unattractive. He had sounded all right on the telephone, and Diane had vouched for him. She thought, as long as he has a cock and knows how to use it . . . When they met at the theater, Rich saw right away that Jane was not the type Hef invited to hang at the Playboy.