The driver picked up the famous fashion designer with his own line at an office building in Beverly Hills. The designer directed the driver to take him to the Peninsula Hotel and wait. The designer disappeared into the hotel and a few minutes later came out with three young female “models” and they all climbed into the back of the stretch. The designer directed the driver to Sunset Boulevard. The girls were talking in an eastern European language the driver couldn’t place - maybe Polish. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and saw one of the girls pulling her panties down beneath her mini skirt. The designer was looking up her skirt. The designer directed the driver to pull the car over and keep it running. The driver pulled onto a quiet side street. The middle partition came up and music began playing in the back. The driver could hear the girls giggling and jostling. After about twenty minutes the partition came down. One of the girls was adjusting her skirt. The designer directed the driver to the Sunset Marquis Hotel. The driver dropped them off at the hotel. The designer tipped the driver $10 and released him. The driver pulled away from the hotel and noticed a bag in the back of the car. He looked in the bag and there was an empty can of Nair, a disposable razor and a bunch of tissues with pubic residue on them. The driver took the car and got it washed.
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