The driver stood at the kerb, he was shaken up, and his ribs hurt from hitting the steering wheel, but the sight that nearly brought tears to his eyes, was the state of his car. Steam was escaping from under the crumpled bonnet, and a growing puddle of oily water spread slowly from under the car. Worst of all would be the officials and police who were bound to become involved as the car was jammed on top of the remains of the concrete traffic bollard, and wasn't going anywhere.

He hadn't exactly come across the car legally, but his cousin worked in the right ministry department, and all the various bribes to make the car kosher, was a fraction of what it would have cost to buy. Everything could be had for a price if you knew who to pay. It was still difficult to work as an independent taxi driver, so he had joined a cab company where they had two deals, you could drive one of their cars for a price and earn a pittance, or get a better deal as an owner-driver. He had been with the company three years now, so he didn't get many of the plum jobs that were saved for the more senior guys.

He wasn't sure if the two way radio was still working in order to call back to base, but it was a mute point anyway as his fare had called up the office on the girl's fancy mobile phone, and a new ride would be turning up to take them to their destination. The mother and daughter had been wearing their seat belts, so were okay other than the shock of the accident.

He had heard other drivers talk about the contract customer, some sort of company involved in doing girls fashion catalogues for rich European countries where they had more money than sense. He had only done a few runs to their up market premises, but as advertised they were good tippers, so had felt this was going to be a great day, how wrong that proved to be.

He didn't do cabbing all the time, sometimes to earn a little extra cash he taught other people to drive, starting them off in empty car parks, then in quite roads till they got the hang of it, because of course he didn't have dual controls, all he could do was yank the hand brake, or grab the wheel. The only concession he had made was to add a second rear view mirror to the inside of the windscreen.

Sometimes passengers would ask about the second mirror, and he would explain about the driving lessons, hoping for more takers, but that hadn't resulted in any leads. Then at the start of the summer he thought up a whole new idea, and that had been his downfall.

Half an hour earlier he had got a call for a job, and as all the more senior drivers were on the road with a fare and he was nearest, he got the job. He pulled up at this smart apartment block and rang the number he had been told, and this mum and daughter come out. They were both lookers, the mum was a bit of a MILF, and the girl of about fourteen must have been fighting the lads off with a stick.

It was just chance as to which seats the two chose when they got in the back, and the young girl sat right behind him, probably so the mum could talk to him without him twisting his head off. He already knew the destination anyway from the dispatcher, and it would be a decent job that would pay well.

He got the odd business man during the course of the day, but his favourites were the minted young women who were out shopping, flitting about the shopping districts, then needing a cab home with all their bags of clothes and shoes. That didn't mean he was disappointed with his latest fare, it was just a change from the norm.

The thing was, he had got into the habit, and he had driven a few honeys about that afternoon, and nobody ever looked to see which way the mirrors pointed, but he reset the second offset mirror when it was himself driving, and it sometimes gave a good view between the two front seats, just not at the traffic behind.

He couldn't help it, the girl had nice legs, and a short summer skirt, so what if she was still a schoolgirl, but then her thighs moved apart a little, and there it was staring back at him, not the little girl cotton panties he would have expected. There plain in the bright sunlight was a cute shaved minge, topped with a little shaped tuft of brown hair, then... this sickening crunch of bending metal.

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