The Cab Ride

Bob entered the garage and sat with the other cabbies at the poker table. Nathan noticed Bob looked a little shell-shocked and asked what was up. Bob shuddered and told them a bone-chilling tale.

Bob had gotten lucky, he thought, when he was one of the three cabbies chosen for the airport run. When the two hot chicks entered his cab, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Then the chicks started murmuring about who they’d be lucky to have for dinner. One hoped it’d be Donald since she couldn’t wait to taste his rump roast. The other said she thought Raymond would make an even better choice since he had more meat on his bones and better steaks. They both agreed Tim’s tongue would be great with onions. Bob could have sworn he heard salivating from the girls as they talked of men they wanted to wolf down for dinner.

When he arrived at their address, he impatiently waited for them to exit his cab. While waiting for his fare, the taller girl asked if he wanted to come inside for dinner while brushing her hand across his thigh. She had such a ravenous look that Bob said forget the money, put his cab in gear, and left.

Dispatch suddenly started announcing pick-up calls. Stevens, Landry, Nathan, and Avery’s names were called to go. Then suddenly, “Bob, requested pickup for two passengers at 155 Pine View Lane.”

Bob just started shaking his head and screaming, “No.”

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Written for James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza

I challenge: I haven't decided yet

Edit: I challenge Real Poetic