EVA: THANK YOU, MR. CASH

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Celebrating May Day With Mr. Cash

The fifth call was a Mr. Cash at an apartment on the corner of Rodeo across the street from the Beverly Regency Hotel. Figuring I could save both our jobs if I could just get her through the last call, I walked Eva to the door, rang the buzzer for her and hid around the corner, watching to make sure my present was received.

It reminded me of the old May Day tradition in the days before the Cold war. In those days, the first day of May was celebrated by leaving little presents on your neighbors’ doorsteps, ringing the bell and hiding somewhere where you could watch the present being received. May Day was a casualty of war I never quite finished grieving, but it sure was good practice for life as an escort driver.

Eva was curiously alert coming out of the fifth call. She hoped in, smiled and gave me the next address. It was Colfax in Santa Monica, a few blocks from Eva’s apartment. Eva was skirming in the passenger seat, moaning.

“Anything wrong?” I asked.

“Me breasts,” she said, fondling them with her right hand while placing her left hand on my thigh, “They get so sensative. All a bloke’s got to do to get me off is rub me breasts.”

This is a completely different animal than the one I was dragging around an hour ago, I thought. What a difference an hour can make.

“Ever been with a blonde girl then James?” Eva asked coyly.

“Huh? Uh, not a true blonde . . .”

“I’m a true blonde, see?” She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side to show me blonde pubic hair.

“Put that thing away,” I joked, “You’ll wreck the both of us.” I said as I ran a stop sign.

“‘ow’re you ‘olding up then?” she asked, rubbing her arm against mine.

“Would you like to stop over me place after this appointment for a spot o’ breakfast? Bacon and eggs is ‘ow you blokes eat it, isn’t it?”

On and on she chattered the whole way to the sixth call about the differences between an English breakfast and an American breakfast, rubbing my arm and tucking my hair behind my ear.

I had an idea why she was touching me so much, and I hoped her newfound upbeat mood meant a tip for me. I figured that Mr. Cash had left a little return May Day present for me. He had coked Eva up and sent her back to her driver, high and horny. Thank you, Mr. Cash. Your present received.