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The Airport Run (1)

Written by Wolfie Steel.

I'm here sitting at a table in the arrivals lounge at Heathrow Airport waiting for someone, actually that is not quite right, I'm actually waiting for anyone, you see I am a guy who does airport transfers, basically I am a cut price cab service, the London cabbies don't like me or the other transfer guys very much as we are taking away their business.

I have had more than a few altercations with cabbies, even had a few death threats, but the way I see it is that I am fully licensed and I can do the jobs a damn site cheaper than they can, so they can kiss my Rottweiler ass cheeks.

But the truth is that in these lean times even I am starting to feel the tightening of travellers belts, oh sure, I have a few long running contracts who all seem to be pretty happy with my services.

But as I said, alas the pickings are getting thinner, the house that I used to use as a base of operations has long since gone, I am now living in a static caravan, there is though one thing that I will never get rid of and that is my custom built BMW 628i, I will fold my company before I get rid of that, it is after all what sets me slightly above the rest for the luxury that it affords the customers.

I look at my watch and then finish off the soda that I am drinking, I decide to call it a day, well it is now 9:30pm and by the time I get home it will be just after 11pm. I stand up from my seat and stretch out, six hours of sitting on your butt will tighten a few muscles, it is then that I see him, tall, dark and very handsome, a smartly suited Doberman no less, he seems to be having what looks like to be a very heated argument with one of the cabbies.

I make my way slowly towards the two guys and as I get closer I can hear some of their argument.

"...Look I need to get back to Birmingham and I don't have a lot of cash on me and now you are trying to rip me off by telling me that I need to pay you close on a hundred and fifty pounds, you my friend are having a fucking laugh"

The cabbie bites back.

"It's a fair price for the distance and the time of night bud but I guess you can always bunk down on the seating here at the airport if you are not willing to pay the price"

The Doberman lets out a defeated sigh and turns away from the cabbie and slowly begins to walk away, I guess now I can play my ace. I run up to the Doberman and stand in front of him and clear my throat.

"Forgive me sir, but I couldn't help but overhear your heated discussion with the rip off merchant, sorry I mean the cabbie, now I understand that you need to get back to Birmingham and don't have a lot of spare cash to do it am I right?"

The Doberman looks at me, he is I'm guessing scrutinizing me.

"Yeah that's right, but I am also aware of guys who try to pass themselves off as the cheaper alternative who are not even licensed to carry passengers in their cars"

I take a little umbrage at this.

"So sir, you are calling me a hack hmm, well let me be the first to prove you wrong on that score"

I take out my wallet and open it out; I show him my license that clearly states that I am in fact perfectly legit and legal to carry passengers, the Doberman closes his eyes a little.

"Okay I'm sorry that I called you a hack, but that doesn't get me back to Birmingham, I can't wait to catch the train tomorrow because I have an important meeting to attend at 11am"

I place a gentle paw on his arm to calm him a little.

"What if I told you that I could get you back to Birmingham in real luxury instead of a rickety old black cab, and that I could get you there before midnight and for a fraction of the cost at just seventy five pounds?"

The Doberman's eyes light up.

"Are you yanking my leash? Bud if you can do that then you will have my business for good"

My tail begins to wag and a smile graces my muzzle.

"Well sir, times a wasting, if you want to be back in Birmingham before midnight then we are going to have to leave within the next ten minutes, so I would suggest that we get something quick to drink, then use the restrooms and then get our asses out of here"

After our brief pit stop I lead the Doberman out to my car, I press the button to unlock the car, I then raise the tailgate and load the Doberman's case into the trunk, I close the tailgate again and then head around to the passenger side front door, I open the door and allow the guy to slip into the leather seat, I wait until he is buckled up and then I gently close the car door.

I race around to the driver's side and clamber into the seat, with myself buckled in, door closed and engine running I pull out of the parking area. We drive for a few miles in almost complete silence until the Doberman speaks up.

"By the way, I never introduced myself, my name is Dillon Gains and I work for the law firm Dolland, Price and Millward"

I giggle a little as I realise that I have had a complete stranger in my car for the past few miles.

"Brant Miles, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you sir"

Dillon chuckles a little and then speaks up again.

"So Brant, do you drive for a company or are you a one man band?"

I look quickly towards him and then back to the road.

"It is just me and my custom built Beamer and my static caravan, the caravan is hopefully only temporary, once work picks up I hope to take on a new driver and maybe get myself a new mate and a new home"

I knew that I was taking a risk by throwing in the bit about wanting to find a new mate, but it was my way of testing the water, I mean come on, if I had a shot with the Doberman then I wanted to be sure that I was going to hit the ground running so to speak, fortunately my risk paid off.

"So Brant, if I'm not being too personal, what are you looking for in a potential mate? And don't worry; I have been around for quite a while so nothing will shock me"

There is the hook.

"Well sir, I don't normally give out that kind of information, but since you have asked so nicely then I will tell you, I am looking for a male whom I can settle down with, yes sir that means that I am one hundred and fifty percent gay, and I have to say this sir, but my ideal guy would be someone like you, but the way my luck is running of late, you are probably a gay hating Christian who is even now formulating a plan to rid the world of one more abomination"

There is the line.

There is again a slight silence in the car, maybe my line has snapped and I am watching as he is metaphorically swimming away, but then he gives me an answer.

"To be honest Brant I kind of know that you are interested in me, I couldn't help but notice when we were standing side by side in the airport restroom that you were taking an interest in what is in between my legs, and before you ask the age old cliché question "Why didn't you say something" I didn't say anything because well if I'm being truthful here, I was actually checking you out too"

And that there folks is the sinker.

I smile a little as I continue the drive; I then switch on the radio to help pass the miles. After a while I look at the digital clock on the dashboard, it displays 22:45, I then look back to the road and see the sign that I was wanting to see, the sign being the exit ramp that will take me to Birmingham, damn I am good sometimes, I let out a giggle which is caught by the Doberman.

"What is so funny Brant?"

We arrive at the exit ramp and I indicate so that I can take the ramp.

"Well sir, I told you that I would get you to Birmingham before midnight, it is now ten forty six and we have just fifteen more miles to go, so just tell me exactly where you need to be and I reckon we'll be there by about eleven thirty"

Dillon furnishes me with his address, I pull over to the side of the road for a moment so that I can put the address into my GPS, once that is done we carry on our journey. Finally at eleven twenty five I pull into the driveway of a stunning three story house.

"So Mr. Gains, here we are at last, safe and sound"

The Doberman seems to be impressed as he checks his own watch.

"Well Brant a deal is a deal, I told you that if you could get me back here before midnight and for the price that you quoted that I would give you all of my future business, but I think that I can go one better, I mean it is late and I bet you have been up since the wee small hours so why don't you sleep here tonight, and then in the morning I will make you breakfast, you can then freshen up a bit and then you can take me to my meeting"

To be honest, the thought of staying the night at Dillon's place was appealing to me, it was also giving me the expected boner, I know that I should turn the Doberman's offer down as I don't normally mix business with pleasure, but I also know that as well as being one horny Rottweiler, I am also one very tired Rottweiler, and so I accept Dillon's generous offer.

We both get out of the car and I collect Dillon's case from the trunk, I then carry it into the house. Once we are both inside Dillon closes and locks the door, he then heads off upstairs and motions for me to follow him, man with an ass as sweet as Dillon's he doesn't have to tell me twice.