As a female limo driver, I’m not usually the person you expect to see when your fancy ride comes to pick you up but I’m damn good at what i do so get in the car and let’s go! The next job was definitely something that benefiting me being a woman.
My instructions were to pick up multiple customers at different locations, not unusual but not typical either. Just as I open my car door, out walks this hunk of a man — a strapping piece of beef cake that must have surely broken the hearts of many a women or at the very least, posed for a female entertainment magazine. I greet this straight-out-of-a-romance-novel-cover model and get him into the limo. We make small talk as we drive to the next point — I’m polite, he’s charming and we arrive before you know it. Mr. Macho in the back explains there’s no need to get out, just honk horn and the next guy will come out. Next guy, I think to myself — how is he going to match up with the first individual? Well, slap my mouth and call me Betty! The fellow that strolls out is equally as handsome, equally as beefy (good word, right?) and equally as delicious as the previous pick-up. Things are starting to heat up in the limo as I continue on my schedule — not so much for the twin testosterone treats I’m driving around but heating up for me. They’re both perfect gentlemen but they’re just so so so so tasty, you know? If things couldn’t get any worse or better depending who you ask? The next 10 pick-ups are some of the most manliest men I’ve ever had the god given pleasure to bear witness to. Now things are getting a little rowdy in the back and conversations are becoming more and more risqué — random semi-inappropriate questions (not that I mind at all), invitations to late night parties and even a half-assed marriage proposal. I was having a hard time finding the final drop-off point and being completely distracted by Hunks-R-Us didn’t help. I double check the address and I still can’t locate the building when a voice from the back says stop. I do so and pull over but where the hell is this place? A limo door opens and the stud posse piles out then I see it — a fire hall, these guys are firefighters, no wonder they’re so hot! They try their hardest to get me to come in with them, it takes everything I’ve got to say no and I say I’ll take a rain check. They say why not buy a calendar? Calendar? 12 guys, 12 months — they’re shooting photos for a firefighter calendar, of course they are! And of course, I say I’ll buy two!