‘Not having a response to that, the driver falls silent and waits. The seconds stretch on and Cab taps her close-clipped fingernail against the increasingly glitter-covered steering wheel. After a few beats she reaches down into the console beside her, pulling up a tube of chap-stick and applying it. For Cab, it’s a natural response to the phrase ‘blow me off’. How many times have her partners gotten excited by the slickness and softness her lips? And how many of those have offered a little extra for some quick fun?  
 
The whole process takes several seconds, considering the amount of plump, sensitive surface she has to cover. She purses her tingling lips in the mirror, giving a loud smack at her reflection while her tongue roams around her mouth, trying to satisfy the growing feeling of emptiness.  
 
“Ahem,” the girl behind her coughs. Cab spares her a glance and then looks up towards the light, green, before putting her hands back on the wheel, careful to not chip her recent manicure. Sure it might have made her seem less like ‘one of the boys’, but they didn’t complain when she slid them down their cheeks, or necks, or chests, or…’’