The Best Chauffeur Service: Crossdressing Stories

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.


He rubbed the back of his neck in disgust. What was he going to do, he wondered. He barely had less than 24 hours to come up with their rent.

Dave punched the steering wheel. This was all he needed to enjoy his hot dogs: the pressure to raise money at short notice.

He thought of the loan and decided to contact his office to make an application. Before he could dial a number, his phone began to ring again. This time it was his manager.

Was this a coincidence?

He quickly picked the call. 'Good morning, sir,' he answered quickly.

'Good morning, Dave. What are you doing at the moment?'

'I just dropped off a client, sir.'

'Okay, the family you took to the City Park?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Did they ask you to wait for them?'

'No, sir. They didn't.'

'Good. I have a job for you.'

'Okay. I am all ears, sir.'

'You need to go to the airport.'

'Okay, sir.'

'I would text you the client you are supposed to pick from the Arrival Lounge.'

'Okay.'

'Now, I know that you have picked up clients from the airport before. Or haven't you?'

He nodded. 'Yes, of course I have, sir.'

'Good. But I need you to listen carefully.'

He sat up. ' Yes, I am still with you, sir.'

'This is a very important client. Dave. When I say very important, I mean it. In fact, I would not mind coming to the airport to pick her up myself. But because of the distance from our office to the airport I wouldn't make it before she arrives.'

'The client is a woman, sir?'

'Not just any woman, Dave. She is a very sophisticated and wealthy woman.'