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The Devil Wears Armani 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

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💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini at girls' night does little to ease you through a restless night. You’re not a traveller. You’ve never flown before. The only reason you have a passport is it was required for the job. You didn’t expect to actually use it. 

You give into consciousness around 3am and double check your bag for everything you need. You forego your usual coffee as you fear an anxious bladder adding to your addled state. You still can’t figure out why Mr. Stark told you to come along. You don’t have anything blocked into his calendar. He’s had weekend meetings before but you usually pop into zoom to take notes and nothing else. 

You spare the fare for a cab as the streetcar isn’t in service yet and you don’t feel like venturing into the underground at this hour. The ride is swift in the dead streets of the city. You don’t think you’ve ever seen them so empty. 

You arrive at the airport and realise you’re missing a very important piece. A boarding pass? Terminal information? Any sort of direction to find where you need to be. Well, it never hurts to ask for help even if you don’t get it. 

You enter and go to the counter. The woman behind it looks tired as dark rings stain her sockets and she fixes her smile to greet you. You nervously clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. 

“Hi, I... I’m supposed to be flying, er, private? I work for Tony Stark?” You creak out through your dry throat. You need water. 

“Mr. Stark?” She lowers her brow, “do you have proof of employment?” 

“Erm, yeah,” you unhook your keyring from your purse and shove it towards her. Your company ID is hooked onto the cluster of novelty attachments and keys. 

“I need to make a call,” she says as she examines your identification. 

Great. 

You bob nervously on the other side of the counter as the attendant speaks quietly into the speaker. Your phone buzzes and you jingle the keys as you find it. Stark has sent you a simple message; ‘Terminal 1, tarmac. Now.’ 

As you peek up over the counter, the woman hangs up. “You need to head up to Terminal 1. Find an employee there, in a white shirt like mine, and show them this.” She kits a few keys and her printer grinds with great effort. She hands you a boarding pass but most of it is empty. There’s only a code at the bottom. 

You thank her and head off. You scramble through security, walking through the scanner as your bag rides the conveyor through and x-ray. You retrieve your things on the other side and run off to reach Mr. Stark before he gets too impatient. He’s probably already agitated. 

You check your watch. It’s only 5:01am. You’re on time, right? 

You follow the signs to terminal one and find a large man standing by a ramp entrance. You approach him and show him the pass. He points you to another employee at the far end as he talks over his walkie talkie to them. You cross the tiled floor to meet the man and he beckons you towards another ramp. 

You’re led down to the tarmac and left to shuffle across it on your own. You’re only told to approach big jet waiting by a tower set of stairs. There’s an attendant at the bottom who greets your brightly and you show the pass again.  

“Mr. Stark is expecting you. May I take your bag?” She offers. 

“No thank, I can handle it,” you nod and lift the bag off its wheels. 

You climb a stair at a time and pass another attendant at the top. She directs you to leave your bag in the front carriage and you roll it behind the wall of webbing there. You turn to the ivory curtain and peek through tentatively. The movement of fabric draws Mr. Stark’s gaze from his phone. 

“Get in here,” he demands, “about time, George. I was about to fall asleep.” 

You push through and near him, “sir, did you need coffee?” 

“They got the long-legged ones for that,” he waves away your offer with his lecherous allusion to the pretty, tall attendants. “Sit.” 

You look at the chair on the other side of the table, across from him, and you hesitate. You lower yourself into the cushy seat and cross one leg over the other, your foot bouncing anxiously. You clutch your hands together and stare at Mr. Stark. 

“You look tired as hell,” he cackles. 

“Sir, it’s early.” 

“Ah, don’t let that ruin an all-inclusive. Tell me, Georgie, a girl like you, are you jet-setting every weekend? You got billionaires flying you to the Caribbean on the reg? Didn’t think you were the popular type.” 

“No, sir, I--” you try not to wince at his insinuation. You are all too aware that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder he sits atop of. “Thank you for this. It’s very nice of you to bring me along.” 

“You are very welcome,” he says smugly, “move.” 

He points to the seat next to him. 

“Oh, uh,” you pull your hands apart and push yourself up with the armrests, “sorry.” 

He grunts, irritated, and signals with two fingers. As an attendant approaches, you sidle around the table and in front of Stark to get to the other seat. You feel a brush on your thigh but ignore it. It’s a tight squeeze.  

He asks for an espresso as you lower yourself down. He reaches over and pinches the fabric of your pants, just at the top of your knee. He sniffs. 

“This isn’t very Caribbean-friendly. You’re gonna sweat your tits off,” he derides. 

You try not to show your embarrassment, ignoring the urge to cover your chest at his comment. Out of habit, you put on your usual attire. A cardigan, a tidy blouse, and slacks. He huffs again and tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“Get rid of this,” he demands. 

“Oh, uh...” You sit forward as you undo the single button and you shrug out of the wool. He swipes it away and tosses it on the floor.  

The attendant returns with his espresso and gathers up your cardigan as you send her an apologetic look. Stark takes his coffee and tastes it before setting it on the table. He turns to you and clucks again. You let out a squeak as he reaches to pop the top button of your blouse, then the next. You flatten yourself to the seat helplessly. 

“Better, gotta let those things breathe,” he winks and sits back with a smirk. 

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"how to surprise your fiancé in Brazil" A guide by Virgil Lamont

It was supposed to be a lovely vacation, Virgil was supposed to surprise his lovely fiance and kid in sao paulo, brazil. Have a fun time making up for the time they spent apart, visit cool places, take a bunch of photos to make all his friends jealous . So where did it go wrong? Why was he here on the beach crying with a missing phone and wallet, not knowing where his future husband and kid are  and extremely lost. 

Virgil first mistake was not knowing any Portuguese 

Okay it's not like he isn't trying, he’s taking Portuguese classes at his university and he’s ace-ing that class. But it's more like he remembers the lesson than actually absorbing  the material. This first arose when he got a taxi from the airport; it had been a grueling 24 hour flight with 1 overlay in Hawaii from tokyo. With his zero knowledge of the language and his drowsy mind it took a while to reach the hotel he booked but nonetheless he made it and slept till the next day. 

That was when Virgil really regretted not paying attention, as it turns out it wasn't his drowsy mind that made it difficult. It took alot from Virgil making gestures, typing rapidly in google translate and trying to remember phrases from his classes to reach amias apartment. The apartment was a 20 floor building, from what amias showed him during their weekly calls, it was quite spacious. It had a large living room with a balcony attached with a sliding door, the kitchen was right next to the door in a small hallway with a wall window to see into the living room. There were 2 square  bedrooms with one bathroom. 

Now Virgil stood outside the door on the 15th floor, he didn't know why he was nervous. It's not like they never talked , they didn’t even break up. It was just the first time they saw each other since they both left China for their respective countries. Virgil took a deep breath and knocked. Nothing. Nothing happened for a few minutes, virgil knocked again, a little louder, and called out to amias. Again nothing happens, Virgil scowls as he takes out  his phone to check the time, it was around 1 pm. Now amias did have a job but it was mostly a night time job as a bartender and boo had online school so it's not like he was picking him up from school. 

Virgil knocked for the final time this time amias neighbor came out to yell at him, virgil internally panicked and tried  to the best of his ability to explain that here  to visit amias but that just seemed to make the girl more angry, soon enough more people started coming out of their apartment to check out the commotion. Feeling embarrassed, Virgil quickly apologized and ran to the elevator.  

Virgil second mistake was not paying attention to his belongings 

As he rode the elevator down he contemplated calling amias and ruining the surprise, but he refused!  He worked so hard he wasn’t gonna quit now, instead he looked up a cafe for food. He was so excited to see amias he might’ve skipped breakfast, he found a little cafe but it's quite far away, a 15 min walk. Normally virgil will call a cab or an uber but he was in a good mood so he decided to walk.

Now Virgil wasn’t stupid he heard all the stories about Brazil's crime rate but he wasn’t nervous at all . I mean he has wind powers and he has been  training with one of the best warrior goddesses in his opinion, one of his best friends neoma! She taught him so many things, from getting quick reflexes ( thanks to his cat form) , to controlling his breathing and paying attention to his surroundings, and actually learning defense moves. So he wasn’t nervous walking by himself to this cafe. 

So why was he being stupid ? 

He just knows neoma is frowning down at him from the celestial realm. As a woman stops him trying to talk to him, Still not knowing any portuguese virgil was trying to tell the lady that he had no idea what she was saying, not paying attention to a man walking behind him swiping his wallet from the back pocket from his jean shorts. A moment later the same man turned around and bumped into Virgil, making Virgil turn around giving the woman a perfect opportunity to steal his phone from his other pocket. Without even noticing Virgil apologized and quickly left not feeling he was a bit lighter. 

When he finally did notice he was already lost, Virgil claimed to have a great memory so all he had to do was look at the route on the map and he was golden. But he didn’t consider that he did not know sao paulo, so he had no clue where he was going. When he went to reach for the phone, he panicked when he  didn't feel it. He pat himself down concluding that he also lost his wallet , no he assumed he was robbed. He quickly thought back to that woman and faced palm, was he really that gullible ?? 

He turned and started to walk back trying to see if he remember how to get to amias apartment, he knew subconsciously he started praying to neoma for guidance, it just a thing he started doing after he found out his friend was a goddess, even though it would make more sense if he prayed to elio since it was day time,  but that didn’t work, he ended up in a beach even more lost and confused than before. Virgil sat down in the sand and brought his knees to his chest, putting his head down, feeling overwhelmed. Virgil did the one thing he knew what to do perfectly since he was little, he cried. 

At first it was silent but the more he thought, the more he cried. Why was he being so stupid? Why didn't he come with a friend, why didn’t he learn portuguese, why didn’t he put his stupid pride aside and tell amias he was coming, at least if got lost amias knew he was here and would look for him. Why was he so gullible? He literally battled demons and other magical beings but he was naive enough to get stolen from 2 human beings? Virgil just wanted his fiance ,to cuddle in his arms, Sit at the couch with his son as boo recounted all the things he has done here, to fall asleep in amias arms, have a domestic moment in the kitchen where they are all making breakfast together  but instead he was here  at a random beach crying his eyes out with no money or any form of communication. 

“ Hey, what's wrong?” If Virgil was  in a sane mindset he would’ve recognized that someone was speaking to him in his native language, Chinese, but virgil didn't care. All he cared about was that someone was giving him out for all the feelings he was feeling. So without moving he began to sob out  his situation. “ I- I came here to… surprise my fiance, i haven't seen him in forever and i just miss him so much and i hate that we live so far away, but when….  I reached his apartment. He wasn't there and there was this lady who started to yell at me and I got scared so I left.  And then I got hungry so I looked for a cafe to eat at but when I was walking there my phone and wallet got robbed and my dumbass didn't realize till I was already lost, so …. So i tried to walk back to his apartment but- but i got more lost AND I JUST MISS MY FIANCE AND KID” virgil was full on sobbing now. 

Virgil subconsciously noted that the stranger started to rub his back, trying to soothe him. “ Aw  i'm sorry that happened to you, i miss you too darling” that was what snapped virgil out of his trance “darling”  he heard it so many times that he practically has it imprinted in his mind, that was amias the favorite pet name for him. The way the stranger said it too was the exact same way amias said it to him  with the fondness and softness with a slight giddiness. Slowly Virgil lifted his head to look at the stranger only to see his lovely fiance's face smiling softly at him. 

They stared at each other for a few seconds  before Virgil pounced on amias, making them  fall back to the sand. Amias laughed as he fell, kissing virgil hair as virgil hid his face into amias neck smelling his cologne, honey and firewood. They laid there for a hot minute just enjoying each other's presence, amias moved them so he was sitting up with virgil in his lap straddling him, again they said nothing but just enjoyed each other's presence. It was Virgil who broke the silence “ how did you find me?” it was amias time to tell his story. 

—

When Amias woke up he felt that today was gonna be a good day, he had the day off and he had exciting plans for his son today. They were gonna visit a children's museum and then go to the beach and watch some fireworks. It was when he returned to his apartment around 1;30 pm from the museum to get their beach clothes, that something or rather someone disturbed his plans. His neighbor , marcia, came and yelled at him. “ Hey!!  next time you have a guest over, make sure you're home, okay?!”

Amias gave her a puzzled look , guest? What guest? Sure amias wasn't friendless, he had some friends in brazil but none of them were that close that they can come over unannounced. 

Amias didn’t know why but he opened his apartment door to let boo in so he can talk to marcia in private, normally amias would’ve chuck this as someone getting the address wrong but something in his guts told him to investigate further. When boo was in he closed the door and turned to marcia. “ Describe them for me, maybe i know them” marcia rolled her eyes but began to describe them anyway “ well he was a shortie around my shoulder, um he had dark brown hair with cat like eyes, oh he had freaky dark red eyes too. Oh yeah he was a cat boy just like your little boy but instead of just black and white he had also spots of orange. Lets see what else”  marcia close her eyes trying to remember more details. 

The more Marcia described them, the more amias was in disbelief.  No it couldn’t be, amias opened his phone to see his and virgil last  messages. Maybe he missed something but no, there was nothing but evidence that they had a 2 hour call 2 nights ago.  Maybe virgil said something during their call but amias remembers nothing. Amias went to his gallery and pulled up a photo of Virgil from the thousands he has. “ is this him?” showing the photo, marcia  smiled at him “ yes that's him !!” amias felt warmth around him, his beloved is here in brazil visiting him, quickly that warmth turned into fear. He doesn’t know where he is in Brazil, probably all alone. He gripped marcia's shoulder, startling  her.

“ Do you know where he is ?”  he demanded, marcia shakes her head. “I came out because he was being so loud and he just ran to the elevator, i don’t think he knows any portuguese” this didn’t calm amias down in  any way shape or form. Amias gave his apartment key to marcia “ can you do me a favor and watch boo for a while, i'll pay you!!” Marcia didn't know what was happening but she could tell this was important for amias, so she just nodded, taking the keys as amias sprinted down to the elevator. 

Going down and through the lobby, he called Virgil's phone many times but no answer. Virgil was the type to answer in the first 2 rings, so this either means he lost his phone or it was dead. Amias switched to plan b, showing Virgil's photo he  started asking the locals if they had seen him. Thankfully, some have and led him into a wild goose chase, though it ended up in a dead end. Feeling hopeless, he tried to call virgil again, but yet again, there was no answer. That's when, in the corner of his eyes, he saw something particular, a Chinese lunar moth. Now amias knows nothing about moths but he does  know that those types of moth are definitely not native to Brazil, so there’s only 2 options: either that moth is extremely lost or is his dear friend neoma, the moon moth, trying to help.

When amias got around 2 feet near the moth, the bug began to fly away in a certain direction. Every  few feet the moth would stop and turn to make sure amias was still following it. The idea of neoma helping was confirmed  when a strong gust of wind  hit the bug and amias but the bug was unaffected, amias smiled and hurried up his step.  When he lost the bug he was in front of a beach, someone crying near him. When he got near he could immediately tell it was virgil, not wanting to scare him he prioritized comforting him. 

—-

Virgil just stared at his future husband as he retold his story. Virgil started to get sleepy, he rested his head in amias shoulder but never taking his eyes off him, amias sense this too, so he tapped virgil's thighs, this was their signal that amias wanted to stand up  but wanted  to carry virgil, so virgil will wrap his legs around amias torso. Standing up amias carried virgil to his apartment, every now and then he’ll kiss virgil neck or cheek to reassure him. They were definitely getting stared at and even some whistles but amias didn't care not when he had the love of his life in his arms. 

When they reached the elevator, Virgil requested to be put down, he didn’t want boo to see him like this. Amias opened his apartment with his second key, and as soon as boo saw virgil, he ran up and gave him a bear ( or cat) hug.  Marcia gave amias a smug look as he  blushed, taking his key back. Virgil got everything he wanted, he was cuddling with amias in the couch as boo badly reenacted as the stuff he and his father did. He got his domestic kitchen moment as they cooked dinner and after they tucked boo in and read him a bedtime story. Virgil slept soundly in his lover arms 

It may not start out lovely but Virgil knew this vacation was gonna be awesome.

Bonus !!

 Virgil was the first one to wake up, he stared at amias for a few moments. It could have been  seconds or minutes or even hours, But eventually he got up to prepare breakfast. When he stepped into the living room he noticed some stuff that was definitely not there last night. First of all there was his  luggage from the hotel, Virgil forgot his luggage yesterday, he was just gonna go today with amias and hope noone stole them. Second of he saw his stolen wallet and phone, next to them was a note written in chinese: 

“ This is what you get for not inviting me to brazil, you fucker. The next time you let your guard down and get your shit stolen, I’m kicking your ass. I’m not doing you any more  favors for you. Hope you have a nice vacation, elio and i will definitely be visiting.

-Neoma” 

Virgil smiled, making a mental note to make an offering and personally thank neoma for this.  

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Do black cab drivers own their cars?

Black cabs are one of the most iconic symbols of London and a common sight in many other British cities. They are also known as hackney carriages because they originated from the horse-drawn carriages that were licensed by the city of London in the 17th century. But do black cab drivers own their cars, or do they rent them from a company? And what are the advantages and disadvantages of owning or renting a black cab? In this article, we will explore these questions and provide some information for those who are interested in becoming a black cab driver.

Owning a black cab

Many black cab drivers own their own vehicle and use it for both work and private use. To become a black cab driver, one has to pass a rigorous test called The Knowledge, which requires memorizing thousands of streets, landmarks, and routes in London. This can take several years of study and practice. Once the test is passed, the driver has to obtain a license from Transport for London (TfL), which regulates the black cab industry.

Owning a black cab has some benefits, such as:

Having more control over the vehicle, such as choosing the model, color, features, and maintenance

Having more flexibility over the working hours and locations, as well as the fares and tips

Having more pride and satisfaction in owning a piece of British heritage and culture

However, owning a black cab also has some costs and challenges, such as:

Having to pay for the vehicle upfront or through a loan, which can be very expensive. A new black cab can cost up to £60,000, while a used one can cost between £10,000 and £40,000

Having to pay for the insurance, tax, fuel, repairs, and maintenance of the vehicle, which can also be very expensive. A black cab driver can spend up to £10,000 per year on these expenses.

Having to compete with other forms of transport, such as minicabs, buses, trains, or bicycles, which may offer cheaper or faster alternatives for passengers

Having to cope with the traffic congestion, pollution, and parking issues in the city, which can affect the driver’s health and income

Renting a black cab

Some black cab drivers do not own their own vehicle, but rent it from a company or an individual owner. This option may be more suitable for those who are new to the industry or who do not want to commit to buying a vehicle. To rent a black cab, one still has to pass The Knowledge test and obtain a license from TfL.

Renting a black cab has some advantages, such as:

Having less financial risk and responsibility for the vehicle, as the renter only pays a fixed weekly or monthly fee to the owner

Having more choice and variety of vehicles available, as the renter can switch between different models or brands

Having more support and assistance from the owner or the company in case of any problems or issues with the vehicle

However, renting a black cab also has some drawbacks, such as:

Having less control and flexibility over the vehicle, as the renter has to follow the rules and conditions set by the owner or the company

Having less income and profit from the fares and tips, as the renter has to pay a portion of them to the owner or the company

Having less attachment and loyalty to the vehicle, as the renter may not feel as proud or satisfied with driving a rented black cab

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Taxi Booking App Development Cost, Features & Benefits

Mobile apps are now being utilized for many daily tasks as a result of people's increased access to technology and the internet. Additionally, using the cab booking app, which is now widely accessible throughout the App Store, makes commuting much simpler than it used to be. Nowadays, there are many taxi booking apps available on the app store, but there is always a place for new and improved apps.

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What is a taxi booking on-demand mobile app?

In recent times, new methods of reserving transportation for yourself have evolved, pushing aside the conventional method of using taxi services. There are a ton of on-demand taxi booking apps on the App Store, all of which provide features that encourage you to use them exclusively. The App development companies in Illinois tenacity and diligence are what are fueling this application's expansion. You may entirely rely on them to help you arrange a ride for yourself.

How does this app function now? It is incredibly easy. On their mobile devices, users must install one of these applications. The selection of applications can be influenced by a number of variables, including their availability in a particular area, app and service ratings and reviews, and the services they provide.

After downloading the software, users may sign up for an account, record their home and work addresses, and quickly book a cab with just one click. They can select the vehicle they want to enter using the app as well. After the software determines commute time and distance, users may compare automobile prices. You may finally reserve a cab and have enough time to wait for it. And there it is—your car is waiting for you in front of your home. Isn't that straightforward?

Benefits of Using On Demand Taxi Booking App 

Taxi booking apps offer solutions to several issues, such as saving time spent waiting on the road, finding a cab in the heat, and more.

Using these applications has a number of benefits. Drivers, in addition to passengers, have a number of benefits. Look at the benefit that follows:

For the driver

You don't have to waste gas driving around town looking for a rider. Meanwhile, they can wait for the bus booking to arrive before leaving where they were stopped.

Most payments are made through online banking or mobile wallets, so drivers don’t need large amounts of cash or change.

Drivers have the right to rate and comment on each passenger. As a result, if there is a naughty passenger in their car, they can rate it appropriately and save other drivers pain.

Since the app is GPS enabled, it is easy for drivers to locate their passengers by walking around asking for help.

There is little danger of wasting time as the driver will only arrive at the specific area and transfer his/her vehicle once the reservation is made.

For the passenger

The app informs passengers of the actual position of the cab and the estimated time it will take to reach it. As a result, they can make better use of time.

Travelers can plan their trips electronically, so they don’t have to leave their homes.

The payment method is very convenient for travelers, as they do not need to carry cash around with them. They can pay online with their debit or credit card, or simply attach their digital wallet to the app.

Transparency is greater with the use of the app as passengers can evaluate and rate cab drivers.

They don't need to wait for a cab at the side of the road. They save a ton of time and effort by doing this.

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Features in a taxi booking app

The ride and drive experience should be as enjoyable as possible for clients and drivers while utilizing an online taxi booking app. The success of a taxi booking app depends on the components listed below. Look at them briefly and learn more about them in person.

monetary system The app's payment method is the most crucial component from a technological standpoint. The upfront cost of the vacation shouldn't be a problem. Customers should have access to actual cash, mobile wallets, and mobile banking.

Offering a diverse selection of payment options increases the likelihood of providing a positive customer experience.

Geolocation Users and drivers can use geolocation capabilities to see exactly where the request originated. Riders have the option to designate the places they want to be picked up and dropped off. Drivers, on the other hand, are alerted to pickup requests via geolocation, which they can accept or deny at their discretion.

Drivers and passengers can connect with other individuals near them using this function.

You must first enable this feature to be able to use the onboarding app. Both passengers and drivers should be able to sign in and register on the app at the click of a button. It is possible to enter the information manually or use a social networking site that offers a one-time password.

Additionally, a function allows drivers to determine when they are available to work. Riders can sign up for rides, accept or decline them, and then sign off after they’ve all been accepted or declined.

That is all you need to create a booking taxi booking application. Thanks to this functionality, users should be able to schedule appointments with a single swipe. People can summon a cab by simply pushing the button or slider on your website if you can provide one.

At the same time, the driver should be equipped with comparable features and provide opportunities to respond to trip requests with one click.

Keeping track Once inside the taxi, users can use this device to double-check their travel route. As long as cabs can be monitored at all times, consumers can rest assured that they are traveling in a safe environment.

If customers notice that their taxi is going the other way, they have the option to terminate the trip or report the incident to the app’s administrator. If you are using a map, you can use route tracking to find your way to your destination. This will also benefit drivers.

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Scheduled ride users can book taxi services in advance using this function. Reservations can be made by mentioning the time and day, and a driver will be assigned based on the information provided. Once a ride is scheduled, the user will receive an email confirming the appointment.

Push Notifications Push notifications are accessible for use in customer relationship management systems. Through the use of messages and alerts, it is possible to communicate with your customers, prospects, and drivers, all of whom can benefit from your business.

Using this function, panel administrators can communicate with panel members about discounts, promotions and other ways to keep their company operations running smoothly. Increased customer satisfaction results in increased customer retention.

Reservated Location Users of taxi booking applications, who are many, largely favor this option. Users can save websites they frequently visit and revisit them later thanks to this function. This might be their place of business, residence, or any other frequented location.

If available, this information can also be gleaned from an individual’s recent or repeated search history.

Everyone considers reliability as an important factor when booking a safety cab. On the taxi booking software, the driver’s name, phone number, and taxi number are all displayed, so you can determine if the driver is the one you expected or not. Because of the services offered by the firms listed above, you don’t have to worry about any of the risks mentioned earlier when traveling with a stranger.

RatingsBoth drivers and passengers can benefit from this function. Please rate your overall satisfaction with your taxi trip to this location, as well as overall satisfaction with your taxi driver. Customers can also be graded based on their driving behavior. Numerical ratings or the exchange of written or spoken opinions may be used as a form of assessment.

Cost to develop taxi booking app

A basic taxi booking app with lots of features costs between $40,000 and $50,000. Prices may differ depending on the software's complexity, features, location of the developer, etc.

The ride-hailing and taxi businesses are expected to have 1,665.3 million customers by 2026, according to Statista! As a result, investing in taxi applications now can aid in business growth.

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Another WOC question game thread yippee! [original here] by @praxcrown5

my responses under cut:

-favorite minor character and why? (can range from guy with little screentime or guy with info only available on supplementary material like the books, magazines, etc.)

DOES MACK COUNT. I WOULD DIE FOR MACK. i would actually die for him hes such a sweetheart im in lovee with that man. hes big hes kind hes shiny hes loyal hes funny. he has my heart. you dont understand how obsessed with mack i am like i love him almost as much as i love lightning. his design rules too. ray. i'm fascinated how he took one look at jackson and abandoned his personal racing code of honor. FUCK the heart of a champion, MONEY is where its at! (and he's still genuinely attached to and proud of jackson. melts my heart). outside of that i've oc-ified him to death and Non and i have an entire thing where we've made him some freak who befriends tens of thousands of spiders and is able to speak spider-language and can thus communicate with any spider. he is also full of spiders (in his cab). why? for Because. stanley! hes such a sweetie pie?? i really adore that that the founder of RS is some gentle-hearted goofball. that and the symbolism of his statue being the thing that ensnares lightning and refuses to let him leave? chefs kiss. stanley knows what he's about. you have been chosen! roscoe. i dont know anything about him other than he seems like kind of a funny guy. his design is also very cool.

-favorite relationship dynamic / ship and why?

i loove when all the racing rivals sass each other. its so hilarious to me. goofy bitches talking smack about other goofy bitches. on the flipside, that gentle-firm way smokey treats lightning always gets me. lightning shows up finally after ~12 years, lost and confused, and smokey has that arsenal of what hud's boy is like from those letters. his kindness to lightning (and thus to doc) is one of my fav parts of the third act of cars 3. stabs me right in the heart [in the good way] whenever a character treats lightning well. As for ships, im a bigole multishipper and polyshipper. these cars are horny and im mashing them all together and its hilarious. some of my fav ships are mchicks, salqueen, lightningstorm, and kaciao (incl.sally). one of my funniest crackships is lightning x mack, tho i dont ship them anymore its funny to me. oh also a fan of darrel/bob and sherdoc. these bitches gay. (and queer flomone and sargemore and luido and cruznat. all canon 2 me. materqueen is also very cute. everyone in RS is queer. calqueen and treadstorm are also neat. im aroace so shipping is like weird fluff science to me, i just want them to be happy.)

-favorite piece of fan content(s) and why? (can be a fic, fan art, etc. can even be your own work!!)

For fics... it's gotta be The Curve by @/Whipplefilter. i try not to reread it too often but i think i read it like 3x back in may. the extended action scene of the most recent few chapters is one of the most fun things in the world to me. love the thrills and character development. Takes place during the cars 3 epilogue, lightning-centric (cruz and jackson play big roles too!). my other fav alltime fic is one thats been updating slowly since 2009... you all know the one: Forgotten Highways. Chick-centric: his childhood trauma resurfaces, and it spins into 4 interwoven plotlines as Chick’s struggles ripple through the lives of his friends and foes. Presently ends on the craziest cliffhanger in another thrilling chapter i absolutely love. rq since ive seen a general sentiment rise online in the past year hating on wips and i dont wanna hear that negativity-lip ANYWHERE in this fandom; fanfiction is free fanlabor posted out of passion and love. they are exempt from criticism unless Explicitly asked for by OP. this isnt novel-based academia, this is Fandom [dont like? don't read!]. i love wips. support your fic authors and other fan-creators!! another classic is this short animation by @/hillbillyhell :

yes, that is owen wilson.

-and extra question going off that last one: favorite piece you've made in the fandom?

I actually have 15 published cars fics now, which is crazy! [just earlier this year i had what, 4?] out of what's posted at the time of answering, im most excited about Turbine: a darker-toned entry into the Apocalypse AU where Cruz, Lightning, and Chick all struggle with keeping their hope alive in different ways, and History Repeats: a whumptober entry about Sally getting lost, breaking down, and Lightning setting out to find her from a thousand miles away. as for art- ive got way more of that. here are a few of my favorites from over the years: [mini throwback time!!]

clashing outlook

2019 daytona 500 (aka 'ass delete')

EXCITED ABOUT MY NEW TOOTHBRUSH!

temper tantrum

Mack meets Lightning

and my current favorite that ive ever done:

escape! love how much i was able to combine into this small sketch. the missing panels, deeper anatomy, glowing exhaust manifold, the bend of a cartoon car in motion, the visible chassis, suspension, and powertrain, the flames, the spinning wheels, and of course: the big sparkle on the bolt!

kachow, baby! ...theres even glitter in his eyes lol

dont worry, he finds his bumper and sticks it back on <3

!!! woc question game !!!

figured this would be a fun thing to do in my off time so heres some added questions for the fandom if you so feel free to answer !!

favorite minor character and why? (can range from guy with little screentime or guy with info only available on supplementary material like the books, magazines, etc.)

favorite relationship dynamic / ship and why?

favorite piece of fan content(s) and why? (can be a fic, fan art, etc. can even be your own work!!)

and extra question going off that last one: favorite piece you've made in the fandom?

under the cut is my answers to some previously asked questions!!

how did you get involved in the fandom?

i've watched the cars films before but it was only when my little brother was watching them on disney plus back when my family still paid for it that i really sat down, watched it and got invested in it.

and it hit at a very convenient time because i was phasing out of my empires/life series interest and it just snowballed from me checking out the cars tag on ao3 to skimming the pixar cars wiki to . having a whole side blog named lesbiancruzramirez

it was nice it was just me and my kid brother rewatching the cars movies over and over i even got really into cars 2 !! a fun movie actually!!! then me and him watched all the cars shorts and yeah it truly did just all start when my brother saw the cars movie in the selection of movies on disney plus and picked that to watch

favorite character and why?

tbh. cruz ramirez is kind of annoying (/heavily sarcastic. i am joking. if i ever unironically say that u can shoot me on sight 🙏)

anywho i love love love cruz ramirez 🫶 i will admit when i first kinda sort of watched cars 3 I wasn't too compelled by her but i do remember being endeared to her a lot and then upon a proper rewatch i just sort of fell in love with her she is so lovely and excitable !!! like she's just a little guy? she's just a little guy!!!

i think her whole struggle in the film is so compelling and i wish that and her character could have been expanded upon like storm and mcqueen were..... like maybe in a book or something.....

cars origin: cruz control i will literally never forget you DAVE KEANE . OR ANY OTHER MALEVOLENT FORCES OUT THERE. IF U CAN HEAR ME. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAK THE MANUSCRIPT 🙏🙏🙏

anyways yeah i jus love her for being really silly and a dorkass racing fan whos only keenly aware of and into the women of the racing world (she only recognizes and knows louise nash among the other racing legends) and lightning mcqueen and i think thats so real of her 🫶 shes a racing fan but only for mcqueen and women 🫶 me too sis. this among other reasons is why i just love cruz shes sooo fun shes so silly shes my babygirl truly. the guy ever

any dream merch you'd like to own/see made?

🫶 cruz ramirez tsum tsum plush 🫶

literally any of the tsum tsum plushes actually THEYRE SO CUTE? SO LOVELY? MY BABES? MY GUYS!!!

would also love die casts of these sillies and also a couple other choice die casts like the tim treadless n natalie ones. the only merch of my favs out there

as for merch id like to see made . if ever, it probably wont be official but id like merch/die casts of some of game-only characters since some of them have such cool designs and i also really really want a candice one

favorite scene from any cars media?

uh UM . cant pick one scene but cars 3 is my fav movie so heres some top 5 of my fav scenes from cars 3 in no particular order

lmq and cruz argument. "i just never thought I couldn't" "i wish i knew what that felt like" <- makes me INSANE about them. GOD. god.,

and correspondingly i like their make-up scene where lmq does the stupid little dance and song and cruz is embarrassed as hell

the whole opening scene makes me all giddy like yay :D good times montage :D bobby cal screen time 🫶 love that for them

cruz doing doc's flip and winning the florida 500 and i would not be true cruznat fan if i didn't mention "heck of a win!" "yeah... heck of a win (gayly)"

jacksons fuckass intro scene with mcqueen. literally such a high school mean girl? "such a pleasure to finally beat you" "you heard me" "i think i touched a nerve" obsessed. what a weirdo ass freak (lovingly)

i literally remember this movie the best and!! now some honorable mentions from the other two movies!!!

my fav kaciao moment "i dedicate my win tonight to miss sally" "actually no i already dedicated my win to her" <- SUCH fun rival banter off the two of them and i think all three of them should kiss sloppy style thanks

"oh por favor señor tow truck" sorry im weak for femme fatale holly shiftwell

docs first try still giving advice to lmq and lmq sasses him "turn right to go left" is just that iconic to me tbh

and the whole "life could be dream" neon roads scene is so so beautiful!! i adore the neon aesthetic in the first cars movie and oh i miss it dearly

what is your favorite personal headcanon?

too many to choose uh um off the top of my head the sudoku obsessed natalie hc . goes hand in hand with the autism hc i love silly hcs like that

also my cruz met jackson pre cars 3 (or well. somewhere in the middle of cars 3 technically?) hc im still in the middle of writing a fic for that!!!

will update with more answers to questions later!!will be yapping more definitely when i get more off time

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The Changing Face of Cab Rental Market in India- Beepnride

Cab rental has become an integral part of everyday business or leisure travel.  The initial idea for car rental services was to provide the ease and privacy of transporting the businessmen on their work trips, and now the concept has outgrown the purpose. The rising demand for cab rentals for inter-city and local travel for leisure purposes has fueled the growth of the market share in the national economy.

REASONS FOR THE RISING DEMAND OF CAB RENTALS:

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The Slaughter of a Lamb

Chapter Two: A Monster Among Killers

Tangerine x !F Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Series Masterlist

SFW; Dark Themes; mentions of blood & death, slow-burn, language

Tangerine and Lemon attend an online info meeting hosted by Mother Vati to prepare for the contract's release. Their target is revealed—they might run into more trouble than they originally thought.

A/N: Yeah, so remember when I said once a week uploads? SCREW THAT, I'm too excited! I'm just gonna upload them when they're done.

In this chapter reader is introduced (yaay). She has a codename (to make my life easier for one and it also plays into the story), but other than that she is left undescribed for all your reader insert needs ❤︎

The rain was pouring down in buckets, continuing on since lunch the day prior. Tangerine and Lemon hunched their shoulders and speedily marched down the sidewalk. Other people passed by in a similarly hurried fashion, eager to reach their destination and get out of the foul weather. Torrents of water streamed down from the roofs over shops and hit the pavement, splashing their shoes.

Cars drove down the road, creating more noise as they cut their path through the pounding rain. Taxi cabs lined both sides of the street, drivers either in the shops or hanging out in their cars—waiting for cab farers to get out of work, and the evening rush to begin.

“Tangerine—” Lemon half shouted, trying to be heard over the sound of the downpour, “—tell me, why on earth  are we even going to this thing?”

His brother, who walked slightly in front with a glowering expression and his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, never broke from his brisk pace even as he glanced over his shoulder to respond. “For fuck’s sake, you might never read a brief in your life, but one of us has to know what the details are.”

Lemon made a face. “There isn’t a summary attached?  Bullet points, maybe?”

There was a loud curse from Tangerine that made a few people passing them jump out of the way with startled looks. He eased his pace a little, falling into step beside Lemon so they weren’t shouting about their business on the sidewalk.

“No Lemon, they haven’t got bullet points or summaries. Every bit of information we get is coming from this meeting.” He wiped angrily at his neck where a drop of water slid down below his collar. “We attend, or we’re in the dark with our thumbs up our arses.”

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to blow your top—you can be such a Gordan sometimes.”

There was a sigh. “And to think, you almost made it an entire day without referencing any Thomas and Friends.”

Rounding the corner and skidding to a halt, the twins were greeted by a group of six men; all wearing a teal-colored piece of clothing: shirts, or shoes, one wore a scarf; and gold jewelry accessories. Some wore earrings, chains, or rings. Most of the group was standing or leaning up against the wall casually, they all had to be in their middle to late twenties.

The matching colors of the group were distinguishable markers of one of the city’s gangs. They hadn’t shown up in full force, maybe only a fourth of them were here. They were best known for transporting stolen cars across city lines. It was strange to see them in this setting, usually they stuck to prowling around districts in the northern parts of the city, places where tourists were steered away from.

One of them, wearing thick gold chain bracelets on each arm—who looked to be in charge of the group, stood pointing to his phone while talking to a huge man in a black t-shirt and cargo pants. Holding a stern expression and crossed arms, he listened to the gang leader silently. A short crop of brown hair with shaved sides and cauliflower ears made him look like a boxer, but the way he carried himself screamed trained killer.

Over their heads was a glaring neon sign that cut through the gloom of the early evening weather. It would flash three times, then each letter would light up on its own in sequence—spelling out ‘Internet Café’. Under the main sign hung a smaller one, ‘pay by the hour’, which wasn’t illuminated.

As Tangerine and Lemon walked up to the café entrance, the man in the black t-shirt gave them a nod to go ahead. Members of the gang made booing noises, but the presence of the burly man kept them docile.

Eager to be out of the rain and away from the interaction going on outside, Tangerine pushed the door open and went in without hesitation; a small ding announced his entry. Shaking the collar of his jacket to get rid of any lingering drops of water, he turned and held the door open for Lemon who walked in with a huff.

The inside was dark, the only source of light was via windows at the front of the café and the artificial glow of screens. Rows of desktop computers lined the floor and walls; little plastic separators gave each station their privacy. An unpleasant musk hung in the air.

Maybe 10 to 12 others sat scattered across the café with their heads down, staring at their screens. Tangerine caught a couple of fleeting glances.

Lemon hissed under his breath. “You think the gang wanted in for the same reason as us?”

��I would think so—Christ, what’s that smell?”

“That doesn’t bode well at all.”

Tangerine nodded in agreement and motioned for Lemon to follow as he walked over to the clerk’s desk. A sign on the wall read ‘Check-in FIRST’.

The attendant was a wrinkled, short old woman who looked like she had gone her whole life without sleep. She was perched on a stool reading a local newspaper intently, the headline read: “Tourists Express Concern Over Air Quality!”. As he and Lemon approached, she lowered it to the desk and regarded them with bored, half-lidded eyes.

Tangerine put on his best smile. “Hi, we’d like to use a computer for—let’s say, two hours, please.”

The old woman doesn’t so much as blink when she holds a hand out. With a croak that could rival a frog’s, “Eight per hour.” He gives her 20 in cash.

She swivels on her stool and punches a few things into a computer on her right, ignoring them completely. After, she reaches under the desk to pull out an instruction sheet and a card marker with the number 12 on it.

Laying both things on the desk, she points a gnarled hand toward their row. “At the end of two hours you’ll be automatically logged out, come back to the desk if you want more time.”

Lemon slides the paper and card marker over, then looks to where she had pointed. Tangerine doesn’t even bother saying thanks—she was already back to reading the newspaper again.

As they took a seat at their computer, he hissed, “She didn’t even give me change—can you believe that? And who reads the newspaper when you have fuckin’ computers everywhere?”

Lemon only offered a distracted hum as he went about setting them up with a temporary login and password. He pointed to the empty computer next to them. “Grab that one’s headphones, we’ll need two.”

Scooting his chair over, Tangerine was untangling the wires as he heard the ding of the café entrance. Cargo pants came striding in toward the back door of the café’s staff room. Something told Tangerine he wasn’t staff. Outside, the gang was heading off further down the street.

Back at their own computer, Lemon leaned over and whispered as his twin joined him again. “Looks like The Vati Family is making sure gangs aren’t trying to enter the contract. Can’t blame ‘em—they always make such a bloody mess.” Tangerine watched the mob man disappear into the staff room, closing the door after himself.

In the row behind the twins, at the end, another man was also watching the Vati associate. As he turned to his computer, his gaze met Tangerine’s. He had short, dirty blond hair that was flipped back neatly on his head in a military fashion. His eyes flickered over Tangerine’s frown before he looked down at his screen.

Lemon’s voice brought his brother’s attention back to their computer. “Here, we’re all set.” He handed him a pair of headphones as he put his own on.

Slipping them on and muffling the noise of the outside world, Tangerine watched a little black window on the screen blink a few times before the video feed of a woman appeared.

Mother Vati.

He’d never seen her before, but she was big. She towered over the mahogany desk she sat behind. In the background was a wall screen with flowers on it. She was dressed very nicely in a black bodycon dress that showed off muscular, toned arms and broad shoulders. Short black hair curled upward at the bottom around her ears and her make-up was done professionally. The only give away that she was dealing with the murder of her child, that occurred no less than 32 hours ago, were the tired lines around her eyes that no amount of makeup would cover.

Even so, she was an intimidating woman.

“Hello, thank you all for attending. I hope that wherever you’re tuning in from, it was not too difficult to find a secure connection. For those of you who do not know me, let me introduce myself; I am Victoria Vati. You will call me either Ma’am or Mother Vati.” She had an elegant way of speaking with a strong, unwavering voice; there was no room for argument.

“To get started I would like you to know the exact reason for this contract and why we’re all here today.”

A picture of a preschooler, a little girl with short blond curls, showed up on the video feed to the side of Mother Vati. In the photo, she was jubilant with round cherub cheeks; light brown eyes sparkled as she was photographed mid-laugh. One hand was brought up to her face as she looked into the camera.

Tangerine wasn’t ever around children, never had much thought about them, but he’d admit it—that was a cute kid.

Mother Vati began speaking again with a tight voice. “My child—my Lamb, was brutally murdered the night before yesterday, in her own room. Her body was…” Mother Vati stopped, her mouth working from side to side as she was no doubt holding back tears. With a sniff, she continued. “Her body was badly mutilated and carelessly left on the floor. It was a horrific sight that was meant for me to find. My little girl was an angel in every way. She did not deserve this.”

She wiped under one eye with a crumpled tissue. “There may be speculation as to whether this was an accident or not, and let me put that to rest now. This was done with intent and malice. It was meant to wound and cripple me, but instead it has spurred me into seeking my own brand of justice.”

The picture of Lamb faded away and was replaced with the image of two women walking across a street, they seemed to be mid conversation. The photo was cropped to focus on the one slightly ahead of the other. She was striding forward and looking off to the side of the camera. Her head was held up, shoulders squared, and was stepping with absolute confidence. She was strikingly beautiful, but something about her eyes gripped Tangerine. In the photo they were glaring and had an intense darkness to them.

Mother Vati’s voice came back with such a raw anger and force that Tangerine almost flinched. “This beast—this monster in human skin, killed my Lamb!” She paused, steadying herself with a few deep breaths. “Her codename in my family was Fox; her real name, I refuse to say—it should only be used as a curse. This conniving traitor is your target.”

The photo faded out, and Tangerine cast a fleeting glance at Fox and the woman she was talking to. The other woman was looking down as she walked; medium length blonde hair fell over her shoulders.

Replacing that photo was a video, a translucent play sign hovering in the middle. Seeing what still image the video was paused on twisted his nerves into knots; like watching something that took place moments before disaster, and knowing what was about to happen. You had to sit through it with the knowledge that it ended badly.

“This video and the previous photo are the only things we have to identify her with. As you’ll see, she was meticulously careful about being photographed or recorded.”

The video un-paused, bringing to life Lamb’s most recent birthday party. Around Lamb were Mother Vati and  various high-ranking members of the Vati Family, all cheering and singing happy birthday as four candles on a big cake were being lit. The camera jilted and wobbled as whoever was recording moved to stand in front of the family. Toward the edge of the frame, Fox stood behind the others. She was watching the little girl with a small, reserved smile. After finding out what happened 32 hours ago, it gave the happy video an incredibly sinister feeling.

The person recording must have caught Fox’s attention, because her eyes flashed to look into the camera and the tight smile on her face dropped. The dark intensity in her eyes was only there for a moment before she glided out of frame in one swift motion. The fluidity of the movement gave Tangerine chills.

Where someone like Mother Vati was beautiful with intimidating qualities, Fox was equal measures beautiful and fucking scary.

The video restarted, playing the sequence all over again on a continuous loop. Something else about Fox captivated Tangerine, even as Mother Vati continued speaking he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the video.

“Fox is dangerous, she went missing the day before my daughter’s murder. Make no mistake, she did this. She is the only one who could. The last place anyone saw her was around the tourist shopping district. Other places she frequents were our warehouses and clubs, I would start your search there. There is no doubt that she is still here in the city.”

Mother Vati leveled a look into the camera, her eyes were dark. “I am offering a substantial amount more to bring Fox in alive, so I can deal with her in a way that I see fit. But, due to the danger she poses, I will also accept her delivered in a body-bag rather than not at all.”

The video pauses on a frame of Fox looking into the camera, just after the smile drops from her face.

“I am hoping that 25 million, and the request of a grieving mother, will be motivation enough for you all to at least attempt to bring her in alive.”

Leaning forward and folding her hands on her desk, Mother Vita’s eyes pierce through the screen. “I understand this much money may tempt you to fight amongst yourselves,” she waves dismissively, “and by all means, kill each other if you want, but the less of you going after her—the easier it will be for her to pick you off. My recommendation, for everyone, is to have a good old-fashioned witch hunt.”

She glanced at her watch. “Either way, in five minutes, the contract will be opened and you will be free to go about your jobs in whichever way that you choose. When you have Fox, bring her to my manor.”

Silently looking into the camera for a few heartbeats, she leans back again. “Happy hunting.” And the video went dark.

Tangerine blinks a few times, coming back to the present; he had felt as if he was immersed in a movie. The image of Fox was clearly imprinted into his mind.

Slipping the headphones off, he glanced to Lemon, who was staring at his lap with a deep frown. He began to get up. “Alright, bruv. Let’s say you and I—"

But, Lemon’s head snapped to him and his firm hand pulled Tangerine back down to sit in his seat.

“Oi, what—”

As Lemon slipped his headphones off, he motioned with his eyes to look around. Tangerine did so, and his hands started to sweat.

Everyone in the café was standing to leave now. 10 to 12 others were standing from the computers, a few were giving each other glances, once overs; sizing each other up.

Unless whatever they had been doing was coincidentally the same length of time as the Vati meeting…

Tangerine leaned forward, his eye slightly twitching, as he hissed to Lemon. “They’re all contractors?”

Lemon’s jaw clenched a few times, he looked more apprehensive than usual. “We might have a lot more competition than we thought, let’s wait a few for everyone to leave.” His eyes met Tangerine’s. “What did you think of Mother Vati?”

“Intimidating woman, but I guess you have to be in order to run a successful mob family. What’d you think—you got a train picked out for her?”

Lemon chewed on his lip. “I can’t pin her yet, but there was something in the way that she was crying that really set me off. Made me uncomfortable.”

There was a quiet scoff. “She’s a grieving mother, Lemon, for Christ’s sake. Can you imagine how much pressure she must be under to run a family like that and appear tough as nails—all while trying to grieve over her little tot?”

“Yeah, I got it—all I’m saying is—”

Lemon broke off his sentence as his eyes trailed up. There was an imposing presence behind Tangerine that made the hair on the back of his neck stand. Turning in his seat he came face to face with a wall of muscle, barely contained behind a black t-shirt.

The mountain of a man was looking down at them with his usual sternness. “You two, come with me.”

Tangerine’s stubbornness in the face of someone giving him orders slipped through automatically. “Now hang on just a moment. I don’t fuckin’ know you, and my brother and I don’t follow strangers—”

“Mother Vati wishes to speak with you.”

Lemon looked around in his chair. “Is she here?”

A thick, muscled arm pointed toward the staff room. “On the phone.”

. . .

The back staff room of the internet café somehow smelled worse than the main room. Old computers were stacked one on top of the other in the corners, on chairs, and along the floors up against the walls. A thick layer of dust covered each one. In the center of the room was a cheep looking table with a few plastic chairs sitting around it. There was a book and two cellphones laying in the center.

Tentatively entering behind the strong-shouldered man, Tangerine and Lemon gave each other looks; a silent conversation passing between them. Maybe they had gotten into something that was over their heads.

But as the man held out one of the sleek, glossy phones from the table—dwarfing it in his own hand; it was far too late to turn back.

Tangerine held it between his brother and him in their usual manner of sharing a phone call; he also did all the talking. “Yes, hello?”

The same elegant and well-spoken voice from the online meeting greeted them back. It was almost surreal feeling. “Am I speaking to the Twins, Lemon and Tangerine?”

“Yeah. What can we do for you?”

“When I saw you had entered into the contract, your names were familiar to me. You’ve lived in the city for a long time, is that correct?”

“That’s right.”

There was a pleased hum on the other end. “Good. You know what I like about locals, Lemon, th—”

“—No, no. I’m Tangerine.”

There was a pause, her tone was a little sour as she corrected herself. “What I like about locals, Tangerine, is they know this city. They know shortcuts, where the best places to escape tourists are, which district to stay away from during rush hour traffic.”

They glanced at one another with questioning looks. At the table the muscled man was reading his book contently, feet propped up on the table.

Mother Vati continued; she must love hearing herself talk. “And the problem with hiring outsiders is they’re completely clueless as to how the city works. How it breathes.”

“Right, sure. But if you wanted locals to do this job, why not get your own people?”

“The Vati family is looking, but with the summer season in full bloom we’re quite busy.”

“Too busy to look for the one who killed your kid? That doesn’t sit right.”

The sound of something clattering on the other end rang through the speaker loud enough for the big man to look over from his book.

“Believe me, if I could afford the time to comb the streets for that filth I would do so— just to get a chance at wringing her neck myself! But we rely on the summer to make most of our money and I will not risk crippling my business operations. My hands are tied, for now.”

There was a deep, deep breath. “Which is why I am placing my confidence in you and your brother to get the job done.”

“Now, hang on. If you were going to single us out, why go to all the trouble of an open-sourced contract?”

“Pressure, dear Tangerine. 50 people hunting is more pressure than just two. I want everyone looking for her.”

“But you’re turning away gangs?”

She made a disgusted noise. “Rowdy street criminals would only scare her away. The most use they would serve is cannon fodder.”

“You mentioned she was still in the city; how do you know?”

She sounded impatient. “This city is the only thing she knows. Leaving would make her vulnerable—a fish out of water.”

“Alright, alright. So, you want to work with us personally—well, you should know then, we have no intention of bringing her in alive.”

They were met with a few seconds of silence. “That’s a shame… Is there any way I could convince you otherwise?”

“Not really, we’ve made up our minds. Not too keen on escorting a crazy child killer around.”

There was a thoughtful hum. “How about this. If you manage to subdue her, and you can keep her in one spot long enough for my people to come to you, I’ll increase your reward to 15 million.”

Tangerine couldn’t help himself. “17 million.” There was an approving nod from Lemon.

A tired sigh echoed through the speaker with a slight muttering. “You really are from this city—alright, 17 million.”

“If she gets uppity, we’re shooting her.”

“…Very well.”

The sound of voices on her end reached Tangerine and Lemon. She interrupted before they could ask any more questions.

“Keep the phone, boys; we’ll be in touch.”

There was a beep and the call ended.

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I’m Always On Top

Request: Anon(s)

Summary: It started out as a fun game between Sal and Q at the gay bar they found themselves at: get as many drinks and as drunk as you can. Jealousy soon takes over Sal and it leads to the two going home. But Sal decides to try and put Q in his place by playing dominant and taking the role of top for the evening. But as Q had always said: “i’m always on top.”

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They had come to the bar together with friendly competition in the back of their heads: get as many free drinks as they can. It wasn’t just any bar, it was the local gay bar. It didn’t matter who won, the only thing they cared about was that they go home together.

The music was flooding the club and people of all walks of life from anywhere you could imagine were swaying and moving in tune with the music. Those who were sitting at the bar or leaning against it were engaged in their own social exchanges. With a shot in their hands, they toasted to each other.

“May the best man drink.” Q said. Glasses raised and it was down the hatch in a second. A shot of confidence burned their throats and they split from one another and made their way through the bar. Q had found himself sitting at the bar and someone was quick to approach him and give a little bit of sweet talk while flagging a bartender down. Sal felt a pinch of discouragement when no one was as quick to approach him, but he would soon find his confidence once he worked his personable charm.

As Q was in his seat, his eyes wandered and saw Sal across the bar. He was talking it up with a bunch of people, eyes hungry and eating him up as his hands moved around as he talked. One hand held a drink and there was another one sitting in front of him along with a little shot glass. Q felt proud of him in a weird way, managing to finesse that many drinks in such a short period of time was truly a feat. He would have thought that he would have been jealous, but for some reason he didn’t. He was absolutely crazy for Sal and he knew had those same feelings, but within Sal, that crazed love was something magnified to significant levels.

Sal was the one who got jealous, probably because he knew of Q’s vast and diverse fan base that would thirst over him and would often be all he saw online. Q could have anyone he wanted really, and he often worried if he was enough. This led to fits of jealousy and clinginess for Sal, a reaction he wished he could better control but it always got the better of him.

The night continued and drinks flowed endlessly. Q was on his 7th or maybe 8th drink and he was off on the dance floor, completely forgetting about the little competition he had agreed to for the night. Sal had totally lost track of his drink count as shots were poured endlessly. He was absolutely intoxicated, he couldn’t remember the last time he had been bought so many drinks, it made him feel special in a way. His eyes looked around for Q as he decided to slow things down a bit and sober up a little with some water. When his eyes found his boyfriend, hot anger filled him in a second.

Q was out dancing with guys all around him, not a care in the world. In his drunken brain, Sal believed that Q didn’t care about him at that moment. He was quick to leave his spot at the bar and make a bee line over to his boyfriend. He quickly grabbed him by his shirt collar and smashed his lips against his. When he pulled away, Q was excited to see him.

“Hey Sally! Surprised you don’t have a drink in your hand.” Sal glared at every one that was feeling up Q and they all quickly backed away. He reconnected their lips and quickly darted his tongue into Q’s mouth and Q moaned at the sensation, bringing Sal in closer to him. The tempo and bass of the music was vibrating in them as they flowed to the tune, hips sinfully close and grinding together. Sal finally pulled away just to catch his breath and Q was left almost speechless, hungry for something else.

“I think we’ve had enough to drink… Let’s go.” Sal said in a very demanding tone. It took Q aback a little, but took it as Sal being needy for some sexual relief after their little stunt on the dance floor together. He agreed with his lover and they called a cab.

When they reached home and made their way to the bedroom, Sal was quick and rough with his movement. He ripped open Q’s button down, exposing his chest and his lips were quickly attached to the skin leaving hickeys all over and everywhere his lips could reach as fast as possible.

“Fuck, Sal. Slow down baby.” Q felt Sal attempting to overpower him, and he didn’t even know what brought this on. But, if he kept this up, Q wasn’t afraid to put him back in his place.

Sal ignored Q as clothing was shed away. Layer after layer until they were in nothing but their boxers. Q was sitting at the edge of the bed, Sal was straddling him. Lips were intertwined, only occasionally leaving when each of them were painting the other’s skin with bruises. Their lips were smacking together, moans loud in their throats, and then Sal made the next move. He shoved Q back into the bed and was over him.

“You’re fucking mine.” He mumbled harshly before he bit down onto the flesh of Q’s neck earning a groan from him. The next thing Sal knew, there was a hand on his throat. Q sat up straight with Sal’s face mere inches away from his and a hand was gripping the sides of his throat, nothing threatening or endangering in the slightest, but something to earn dominance back. It showed signs of working as Sal let out a little whimper.

“What is your deal tonight?” Sal’s dominance quickly began melting away as Q began taking control, “I try to have fun tonight and you cut in, and now you’re trying to top me?”

“They were all over you Brian.” He mustered out trying to keep a brave face. He tried to resist falling into submission, but the way Q was looking at him, the way his hand was on his neck, the posture he was holding, he knew this momentary bliss of being in the dominant role would soon dissipate.

“Because you’re being a little brat you think you’re all of a sudden dominant sweetheart?” Regret filled Sal as he felt an impending punishment coming clear into view, and it was, once again, because he let his jealousy get the better of him. The rush of momentary power was exhilarating, but not worth the cost of the punishment he was about to receive. “I’m always on top.”

“I-I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?” Sal was now backed down to lay in the bed as Q hovered over him with lust filled eyes.

“I’m sorry daddy! Please!” Q chuckled as he watched Sal squirm beneath him. He rubs his hand over his clothed erection earning more whimpers as his back arches, seeking more contact from the dominant.

“You’re only saying that because you’re in trouble.” His lips made contact with Sal’s bare skin and littered the untainted skin with marks of his own. His hands were delicate, finger tips tracing over his skin making goosebumps form wherever he touched. Sal’s skin felt like it was on fire. The juxtaposition of Q’s careful hands and his rough mouth made him strain painfully against his boxers, aching for more as he tangled a hand into Q’s hair, physically begging for more sensations, and above all: friction. “You don’t get to cum ‘til I say. Got it?” Q reached underneath the bed and pulled out a box of toys that they had begun collecting since they had been together.

“Please just touch me, I'm sorry, please I need you! I won’t do it again, I'm sorry!” Q promptly removed Sal’s boxers, watching as he sprung free and was twitching like crazy already. This was gonna be fun.

“I don’t want to hear anymore. You’ll learn now. On your stomach.” Sal listened, not wanting anything to be worse. He dreaded what Q was about to do to him, but at the same time, it sent a pleasurable chill down his spine that made pulsate. He felt Q’s hands smooth over the curve of his ass before his cold fingers found their way to Sal’s entrance. He let out a shaky sigh before lube covered fingers found their way in him and stretched him out.

One finger, then another, then another was added. Each time he was stretched out more, the louder his pleasured noises became. Strained mewls, prolonged moans, throat wrenching gasps.

“You should hear yourself, you filthy slut. Making so many noises already and you only have my fingers in you.” The dirty talk only made Sal’s hips buck backward into the fingers that slid in and out of him. His cock was rubbing against the sheets below him and only added to his growing pleasure. His eyes were closed as he savored each sensation. “You take my fingers so well though, don’t you? I know just how to make you feel good, I know you in and out, and I know just how to get you off.” His hot breath was in his ear and it only brought him closer and closer to ecstasy. Truly Q was the only person that knew just how to pleasure him, and his confidence in knowing that as a fact was so hot.

“God, daddy. More! I’m gonna cum!” After that last sentence fell out of his mouth, Sal was left empty as Q removed his fingers. “No, please!”

“Remember sweetheart, you’re getting punished. If you cum at all, it’ll only be worse for you.” Q sat himself on the bed with a hitachi wand in his hand. Back against the headrest, he pulled Sal between his legs and had him resting against his chest. Sal could feel his hard on pressing against his ass, he was always impressed with the will power Q had when it came to being hard. When he fell into a dominant position, he held himself back. Q found more sexual gratification in pleasuring others than himself.

Q placed the wand aside for the moment, and instead, his hand took grasp of Sal’s now leaking cock. A shallow pump around the head of his cock easily made Sal’s hips jerk off the bed and hands grip at the thighs that encased him where he was.

“So sensitive already baby?” Q teased as his hand kept pumping Sal. Sal watched, hypnotized by the hand moving up and down, watching as the tip of his cock poked between the top of Q’s fist only to disappear once again as it rose again. Q would twist his fist, tighten his grip, and kiss and lick at Sal’s exposed skin as he pleasured him, savoring the noises that came out of the submissive. “Tell me baby, tell me how it feels.” Sal was gasping for air and almost felt like he would never be able to form a sentence with the amount of blissed out fog that clouded his brain. “Tell me or I'll stop now and go to bed.” The commanding tone forced Sal’s lips to part as he tried to form anything, something comprehensible.

“It feels… mmm… so… so good. I… I can’t… I–”

“Can’t what sweetheart?” The innocent tone felt mocking. It frustrated Sal as all he wanted to do was cum.

“I just… I just wanna… Cum!” Sal’s hips started bucking into Q’s fist, and Q kept his hand still for just a moment. He watched as Sal tried so desperately to please himself, but as soon as he knew that he was dangerously close, he took his hand away and watched again as Sal squirmed and whined.

“Not so fast Sally. Good things come to those who wait.” He lays tender kisses on the sides of his face and his shoulder as his hands smooth over the skin of his inner thighs, so close to being where Sal wanted them, but never giving him the satisfaction. A hand strayed away and took the hitachi wand that was set aside. “I know just how much you love this toy. The many times I've had you tied up,” he switches it on, low hum filling the room, “left you for hours just to see how much you had in you.” He glides it along Sal’s thighs, hovering around his most sensitive spots where he could sense the vibrations but feel none of the sensation he craved.

Q took the wand and ran it quickly on the underside of Sal’s cock and watched him moan and squirm. Sal kept trying to keep Q’s hand where he wanted it, kept trying to gain some control over everything, but it was no use because Q would simply overpower Sal and pull away, straying him away from climax.

“You’re so impatient.” The teasing went on for what felt like forever to Sal. Circles around the head of his cock, delicate strokes at the base, vibrator held under his balls. No matter how much Sal begged, whined, pleaded, and apologized, it seemed as though Q had tuned him out fully and was getting pure enjoyment out of the sadistic sexual torture he was putting his boyfriend through. He loved watching how much Sal’s cock was twitching at the faintest sensation, how much precum was slowly spilling out of his slit, and all the noises that made that made his own cock pulsate and twitch. He would let out an occasional moan or grunt whenever Sal would buck his hips, causing a little bit of friction on his cock that rested against his back, or whenever he made a particularly delicious sound.

After a while, Sal had once again lost all ability to remotely let out any words that would make any sort of sense. His speech skills had withered away as he drowned in his own pleasure as a means to reach his high that he knew he wouldn’t get to until Q gave him the word.

“Why don’t we have a little change in pace?” Q turned the vibrator off and Sal was yet again left to step away from the edge of euphoria as he was so close once again. He was panting and he looked at his cock; Slick with precum, the once rose colored tip was now red and begging for release, he could feel his crotch pulsating. He was panting and he felt spent but he hadn’t even gotten to cum yet. Q stepped away and reached into the box of toys once again, pulling out a decent sized dildo and giving it to Sal. “Go ahead, pleasure yourself for me.” Sal felt almost like it was a joke, that there was going to be something more. He didn’t question though as he teased his eager hole with the tip of the dildo, pushing himself up against some pillows on the bed and spreading his legs. Q sat across from him, legs touching Sal’s as he watched his lover’s movements closely.

Sal relished in the sensation of the dildo entering him. It didn’t feel nearly as good as Q does, but after the time spent left on edge and feeling empty after Q had removed his fingers, this felt like heaven for him. Slowly, he pushed it all the way in up until the base and he held his motions still, taking in the full sensation that he craved as his head rolled back and his eyes closed, a breathy moan and relieved sigh filled the quiet room.

“Go ahead baby, make as much noise as you want. You know I love it. Put on a show.” Per his request, Sal went on to make a sinfully gorgeous and pornographic display just for his lover. He kept his motions fluid and sensual, biting his lip but never holding back on any noises, mewling out a little ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’ here and there, eyes half hooded and going back and forth between eye contact with Q and his cock that he was stroking in a tight fist. “Tell me how it feels sweetheart.”

“Oh, daddy! It feels so… mmm… so fucking good.” Sal felt himself start to get close again and watching Q get himself off as hard as he was wasn’t helping him hold out at all.

“Yeah?” Q was close, he felt as though he had been teasing himself all evening, but neglecting his own pleasure for however long they had been encased in the bedroom was well worth witnessing the display of sexual torture he had been putting Sal through. He was sadistic, but he knew Sal loved it, it was evident by how much Sal was loving it now.

“Fuck yeah… But it doesn’t feel nearly… nearly as good as you.” He had to take pauses between his words to let out more pleasurable noises, hoping that if Q came, he would get to as well. “Your thick cock in my ass… tearing me in two… and you know… you know I love the pain.” Sal had hit a particularly sweet spot inside of himself and he almost toppled over. He started slowing his movements more despite wanting to cum so badly, but he didn’t want a worse punishment. He knew the next consequence would be not cumming at all or not being able to cum for a period of time no matter how often they had sex.

“I fuck you so good, huh, baby? Better than that piece of silicone you have in your ass? I know you love it rough, I know you love the torture. You just love being dominated, being played with, my little fuck toy.” Q’s fist tightened more and his hand was a blur as he chased his high.

“I want you to fuck me so bad daddy.” Q didn’t need to hear anything else, he was all over Sal. He quickly threw the dildo aside and locked lips with Sal, grinding their hard-ons together as tongues swirled about.

“I’m gonna fuck you better than you ever could with that dildo.” He grunted as he lined himself up with Sal’s entrance.

“Fuck me ‘til I can’t walk.” Q’s eyes met Sal’s in that moment, his normally tender cocoa eyes were gleaming with love, but now, they were filled with a fire ignited from within that spelled out one word: lust.

Q bucked his hips and almost knocked the wind out of Sal in that single motion.

“Gonna cum!” The dirty talk, finally feeling Q inside of him, and the (what felt like) hours of teasing is starting to send him into a spiral of blinding ecstasy.

“You fucking better not! You better hold it in, you do not get to cum yet.” Sal raked his fingers down Q’s back, doing his best to hold on and hold back for his own sake. Tears were streaming down his face, half of it was from pleasure, half of it was from pain because he had been holding back for so long already. Sal’s lips were parted as painful and pleasured cries fell out of his mouth. “That’s right, let the neighbors hear how bad you’ve been, let them know who owns you.”

“Daddy! Please! I… I can’t! I…” It started to become painful, he knew he could safeword at any time and it would be over, but he had come this far and he was going to deal with his punishment. As Q continued thrusting, he felt Sal tighten around him and he felt like he was seeing stars as he was just at the edge,

“Gonna… Fucking… Cum!” With a few rough, slow thrusts, Q buried himself to the hilt as he released himself into Sal with a long moan. Both men were panting, but Q knew that it wasn’t over just yet. He took Sal’s cock in hand and started pumping him hard and fast in a tight fist, “C’mon baby you wanted it so bad, take it. Cum for me!” Sal was practically screaming as he came explosively all over his chest in big thick spurts. Q kept pumping him and pumping him until Sal felt as though there was nothing left in him.

Once his orgasm had finished ripping through him, both were left on the bed panting, exhausted from their strenuous night.

“You Okay?” Q asked as he shifted his head to look at Sal. He didn’t say anything but nodded his head to respond. “You know I'm crazy for you and only you, right?”

“I know,” Sal spoke softly. “I guess it was a bit of the alcohol and my jealousy problems again. You’re just so good looking and I just feel like you could have anyone you want.”

“But I chose you. And I will always choose you.” Sal looked over and smiled. Their lips met in a soft kiss and they giggled together. “Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. I bet you’re tired as hell… You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I promise. Even though it was torture, one of the best orgasms I ever felt.” They got up off the bed and went into the bathroom,

“So good you’d want me to do it again?” Q teased.

“Not for a fucking long while!”

“Or whenever your jealousy gets the best of you again and you try to top again.” Q laughed and Sal felt a little ashamed because of it.

“I don’t even know what possessed me to even try and do that.”

“Jealousy.” Sal just rolled his eyes as he stepped into the shower. “C’mon Sally you know i’m just teasing. You love me.” He stepped in behind Sal and peppered his cheek with kisses,

“I guess I do.” He said with a smirk.