The call was for a hotel in the marina area. A man and a woman going to the market.
He was older, impeccably dressed. She was middle age. A little on the Rubenesque side. She had a sorta', Betty Boop look about her.
They were from Florida, in town on business. She started by asking me if I knew of the famous guy in Tampa Bay who wieghed titties ?
No I didn't, so tell me about him. She said the heaviest he ever wieghed were twenty two pounds. Her's looked like a couple of Big Mac's, quarter pounders.
Took 'em down to a restaurant on E. Bay. The lord gave me twenty dollars on a four dollar fare and told me to keep the change. I gave them a card and told them to call me when they were done. They did
They decided to go to a titty bar. She was in a good mood but he was a sour puss and wouldn't even buy a girl a drink. We left and went back to the hotel.
At the hotel we dumped him. He was pissed. To this day I can still see him standing outside the cab with a scowl on his face. We went and scored some crack and headed to my boat to have a boy/girl party, which lasted about an hour plus. Then I took her back to the hotel and went and got me some more candy.
Never did sleep much that night.
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