"Hotel Victoria, Ma'm'selle," the cabbie said, interrupting her thoughts. He swiveled around in his seat in order to gain a better view of his voluptuous, blonde-haired passenger. He offered her his best broken-toothed smile and looked at her gorgeous nylon-encased leegs and thighs beneath the short fashionable miniskirt. Lustfully, his avid little eyes ravaged her, the straining points of her firm, full breasts against the lowcut bodice of her dress causing his mouth to go cotton-dry. Bitch, he thought. She was a whore; he'd bet his Godamned life she was a whore and that her below-the-shoulder length blonde hair was bleached… he'd bet his damned life on it… "One fifty, Ma'm'selle," he said, smiling. She'd be expensive, all right… that she would… he could never afford her… the bitch…
Madeleine handed him two one-dollar bills and he sought change but she told him to keep it. He brushed his hand against her knee reaching over to twist the door handle and she shifted in the seat until he could see almost to her panties. Damn her, the bitch, she was a whore for certain!
"Merci, Ma'm'selle."
She stepped from his cab, hesitated momentarily, then entered the revolving door of the lobby while he watched the gentle, provocative sway to her full, rounded hips as she walked… watched until the concierge motioned him on irritably and he roared off with a squeal of rubber. Damn, how he wished that he was the customer she was visiting. He sighed heavily as he wheeled dangerously into the stream of traffic.