An escort agency I used to work for always used a local taxi company to transport us to and from bookings.
We got to know the regular drivers, who knew what we were doing, but we're always very professional, very polite and courteous.
They would always open and close doors for us , and generally engage in friendly conversation with us during the journey.
Because the agency was one of their best contracts, the taxi company gave us all discount cards for our personal use, so we all used the company for our own use.
On one occasion I was invited to the wedding reception of one of the girls I worked with.
The previous year I had a breast augmentation, and by this time everything had healed, my new boobs had settled and dropped properly into their rightful place, and I was feeling quite pleased and proud of finally having the cleavage I always dreamed of having, and being able to finally wear the pretty and fashionable clothes I had always wanted to.
This was my first proper opportunity to wear a nice low back halterneck dress I had bought for special occasions. As it had a very low back, and as I was now finally out of my unglamorous sports bras following my breast operation I decided to go braless.
It was a very good and boozy night out, and I called a cab home in the early hours of the morning.
One of the regular drivers came to pick me up. He was a very chatty , and confident kind of man who was always chatting , telling jokes, and making sort of little innuendoes, and basically just flirting with you. I suppose you would say very confident and full of himself, and who considered himself god's gift I guess. However every journey in his car always went by very quickly, and he was well liked by everyone at the agency.
I was quite drunk , and I must have fallen asleep in the back seat of the car. I awoke with him opening my door and offering his hand to help me out.
Conscious of wearing my halterneck dress and without a bra I wanted to be sure that I didn't show anything as I got out. However I was horrified when I noticed part of my left boob , and nipple hanging part way out of my dress. As I tried to cover back up he said come on boozy booby time for bed. I tried to make a joke of it, but he smiled and said that it was the nicest job he had ever done in his life.
From then on whenever he picked me up he always called me boozy booby, and made comments about the night. Apparently I fell asleep in the car with my head to one side against the window, and slowly throughout the journey more of my boob kept falling out of my dress.