Friday Fiction – The Driver (part 1)

Beginning March 8th, I will have at least one guest (and at times as many as 3) staying at my house every. single. day. for a solid month. I fear my blogging may suffer a little (as well as potentially my sanity and my sex life), so I have enlisted some help from other fabulous writers to help fill some of the gaps my packed schedule might leave.

As part of this endeavor, you get to enjoy some Friday Fiction courtesy of the lovely Claudia.

Please be sure to leave her some comment love.


The Driver

Pulling the limousine into the diner’s parking lot, the driver smiled. The diner was quiet. Through the windows, he saw a few drunken teenagers and a couple of cops. Perfect.

“Will this do, Ms. Lamberton?”

“Yes, Vince. Thank you. Please. Come in with me.”

“Of course.”

Every Saturday night for more than a decade, his boss purchased her overnight companion services. When Vince took this job, the butler informed him that he would need to be available to take her home around two in the morning. Standing at the door, the driver watched as the old man gave her a wad of cash, kissed her cheek and walked her to the door.

The old man was slowing down. And tonight, Vince reaped the benefits.

“Stay with her, Vince. Make sure she gets home safely,” the old man said.

For the last six months, he drove her home to her penthouse apartment near the Colorado state capital. He watched her hips sway until she was safely in the elevator. He’d return to his room in his boss’s estate with that image burned into his brain.

But, tonight was different.

Tonight, she was hungry.

She and the boss spent most of tonight drinking and dancing with Denver’s elite. She was a fixture at charity functions, galas, and parties where the old man introduced her as his daughter.

Everyone knew she was an escort.

She may as well have been his daughter. The boss never had sex with her. The old man said he was past all that heat. He simply enjoyed the company of a beautiful, articulate woman. Vince nodded as if he understood but for the life of him, he had no idea how any man could pass up the chance to be with her.

God, she was beautiful.

With her blonde hair up, as it was tonight, his fingers ached to touch the delicate curve of her neck and flawless skin. Tonight, her petite frame, and high breasts, were draped in midnight blue silk that showed every curve when she moved. His breath caught when she brushed against him stepping out of the car.

“This is perfect, Vince,” she said. “I wanted some french fries.”

“Yes, Ms. Lamberton.”

“Please Vince, call me Lily,” she said.

“Lily,” he replied.

He held the door for her then followed her into the restaurant.

She slipped her small hand into his rough palm then held on as they followed the waitress to a booth near the back of the restaurant. Vince, flushed from her touch, asked waitress for two cups of coffee then slipped into the seat across from Lily.

“Vince, I realize that I know almost nothing about you.”

“Actually, we went to school together … until I went away… to military school,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember much of school.”

“I’m not sure how anyone could forget Good Sheppard and Sister Catherine,” he said.

“I do remember Sister Catherine.” She shuttered and he laughed.

“I was wondering….”

“Vince, you can ask me anything. I’ll let you know if I don’t want to answer.”

“How did you end up… like this?”

Her face lit up with laughter. Her sparkling white teeth and glowing pale blue eyes seemed to brighten the room.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just remember you as a smart, sweet kid. I thought you’d be a lawyer or a doctor or a senator or something like that.”

“I came to this work honestly,” she said. “My mother was an escort.”

He was silent, hoping she would continue talking.

“I like my work,” she said. “I suppose Sister Catherine would have something to say about that. I enjoy the company of men.”

“What about the sex?” Vince asked, then covered his mouth with his hand. He couldn’t believe he said that out loud.

She laughed at his discomfort. She held her hand out across the table. Without hesitation, he reached for her warm pulse and soft flesh.

“My mother trained me to replace her,” Lily said.

“Were you molested?” Vince asked.

“Of course not,” she said shaking her head at him. “She started training me after she found out I was having sex with my boyfriend. ‘If you’re going to do it, you may as well do it well.’ That kind of thing.”

Vince felt as if he opened a long sealed mausoleum: private, dark, and silent. He ran his thumb over the soft contours of her hand.

“And?” She arched a shaped eyebrow at him.

“When was that?”

“Oh,” she said. She stirred cream into her coffee. “I lost my virginity the summer between junior high and high school. I was in love with a boy… absolutely head over heels. How about you? When did you loose your virginity?”

“A little earlier… in the backseat of a car,” he said. “I wish I could say I was head over heels in love. I was curious, horney but not in love.”

“Well, love is not all it’s cracked up to be.” Lifting a shoulder in a shrug, her face clouded. “I’ve never felt that way again.”

She looked up when the waitress appeared. Vince ordered a basket of french fries and a piece of warm apple pie. Lily was about to request ranch dressing for her fries when Vince touched the waitresses arm. He asked for the dressing. Lily gave him a long look and he shrugged.

“What was military school like?” She asked.

“It was good for me,” he said. “Lots of structure. I was supposed to go there after elementary school, but I begged to stay in Denver. One day they took me to the airport… just like that I was at military school.”

“Get in some trouble here?” She asked.

“You could say that,” he said. “I graduated at the top of my class then went to Annapolis. I was a S.E.A.L., underwater munitions, until I was injured about a year ago.”

“What was that like?” She asked.

When their eyes held, he felt as if they were the only people on the planet. He told himself that this was part of her service. Still, his heart filled with longing and he blossomed under her attention.

“Which part?” He asked.

“All of it,” she said.

“Annapolis was a fun, crazy time,” he said. “We partied hard, played hard, and studied hard. I lived a thousand lifetimes in those years.”

“And probably had a thousand women,” she said.

“Girls,” he said. Winking, he added, “The women came later.”

She laughed. Lily looked away from him, casting her eyes to the room.

“What do you see?” He asked.

“Nothing. An empty diner. I was wondering how to ask you if you were dating… married… attached.” She blushed. “I don’t usually ask that kind of thing.”

“I was married… right after college. It didn’t stick.”

“What happened?” She asked.

In a breath, his longing met his terror of being humiliated. His mind snapped shut at her question. He shifted away from her.

“Is this part of what the boss pays for? Interrogate the driver.”

She bristled.

“Take me home.”

She threw a couple twenties on the table. Even in four inch stilettos, she was half way out of the diner before he caught up with her. She turned her back to him when he opened the back of the limousine. She closed the glass between the compartments. With a sigh, he drove to her building.

“I’m sorry,” he said over the intercom.

“You need to remember Vincent Hutchins that I am not the one who left.”


The Driver is a serial fiction to be continued next Friday at


claudia hall christian is a novelist living in Denver, Colorado. For more stories, visit: or visit her weblog at: On a Limb with Claudia


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