Interior of a black cab. Hidden cameras are rolling. The driver, "Alex," picks up a woman in a sharp business suit near a financial district.
I don’t want your cash. I want you to relax. You’re about to combust. When’s the last time someone took care of you ?
(Suspicious, but desperate) How private? Fake Taxi - Kristine
This isn’t Canary Wharf.
(The scene continues in the back seat. Kristine starts off hesitant, still talking about her presentation, but slowly gives in as the driver takes control. Her blazer comes off. Then the blouse. The camera catches her biting her lip, then finally laughing—a real, relaxed laugh.) Interior of a black cab
Rough day?
Fake Taxi – "Sometimes the best route isn't on the map." Note: This piece is written as a fictional narrative homage to a specific adult series format. It contains implied adult themes and is intended for mature audiences only. I don’t want your cash
Long silence. Kristine looks at her broken shoe, then at the driver’s confident, calm face.