TAXI OR TUBE?

Taxi or tube? Millie asked as we clattered our way out of my apartment block and onto the quick Knightsbridge Street outside.

'Tube' came my reply .... whilst taxis are great the tube can be far more fun.

We bought our tickets at Knighstbridge Tube and waited for the Picadilly Line to take us into the West End. 'Let's be two wild West gals in the Wild West End!' I enthused as we waited for the underground train to arrive.

Whilst Millie and I gabbled away ... about work, fellas, celebs and mystical psychic powers ... I noticed a crew of five or six lads sidle closer to us, they were all in there late teens. They all 'hung' together ... their pants slung low ... so low they fell below their butt cheeks.

'Don't these boys realise that the fashionistas who push this are usually frustrated old Queens who love nothing more than the site of pert young man butt? I whispered to Millie as she discreetly looked.

'Hey Lady', one of the lads had caught Millie looking over.

'How much do you charge?'

'Pardon' came Millie's reply.

'ho's ain't ya?' one of the others sneered, 'how much do you charge for a blow?'

I turned and looked at them assessing my options as I did so.

Hearing the noise of the tube arriving from inside the tunnel I whispered to Millie ... 'do as I say Hon ... this could be fun!'