Honest man

It was after 3am. I was hanging around Soho as usual. It was a weekday night and at that time everything was already very quiet. Too quiet. On Wardour St. I spotted a streetwalker talking to some guys. They exchanged a few words with her and went on. There were two of them. I approached them and asked if they looked for anything. They said that a nice place to have drink would do. After 3am nearly everything was already shut. I told them that and added that they got two options left over. A stripbar or that club on South Central St. - The Den. One of them, an American judging by his accent, started some peculiar talk about how a combination of tits, pussy and anus would successfully replace a woman as such. He declared he would like to create a sculpture like that. His friend, a posh English boyo, wasn´t too happy to pay an entrance fee to get into a stripclub. They just stood there yattering. Suddenly some guy looked through a widow on first floor of a building near by. Checked us out, waved and disappeared behind a curtain. "Hey dude!" - American wanted to socialise - "don´t go!" "Why does he leave the windows open anyway? It´s cold!" - He wondered loudly. I advised him to stop it before they start to throw things at us. Then some other guy approached. He said he was from ..., he was robbed, and he was a student, he presented some IDs and obviously asked for some spare change. They refused him politely. The gringo finally made up his mind. "K´mon!" he addressed his friend - "Let´s get on that thing and let´s see where it will take us!¨ Dandy reluctantly got on my trike and uttered:

"Now take us somewhere we can have fun and if you don´t we´ll beat shit out of you!" Very quickly I got off and faced him. "Ok! You better beat me now!" The American guy got pretty scared. "Let´s just get off!" - he said to the other. Boyo answered that he was joking. I told him not to talk to me like that. He apologised and then he added that he even used to ride "one of these things" once himself, for about half an hour.Finally we moved on. By Oxford Street they asked me how much was the lift. I said I wasn't charging them yet and asked which one of those two mentioned places they preferred. They chose The Den. On the way they went on how guilty they felt about me pedalling while they remained seated and how much they appreciated that. After a little while we got there. Boyo passed me a can of beer. I said I would prefer a fiver per person than a beer. He produced a tenner from his wallet, hesitated and said it was outrageous. I asked what he meant. He said he got an impression that the lift was for free and that me myself had said that. I asked him what was his occupation. He said he was a programmer. I inquired if he ever enjoyed doing his job for free. He answered that I was wasting his time. Some people gathered up around us watching the scene with curiosity. I told him he was a bloody cheat but nevertheless, I added, I wasn't desperate. If he thought it was all right then he should just fuck off. He started to walk off eagerly calling his American friend to follow. Now I must admit the other guy didn't like it. He wanted to pay me. Unfortunately he had only a fiver on him. He tried to give it to me. "Yeah! Take a fiver!" - agreed the tight programmer. I said that I wasn't asking for a change and offered him a free lift to a cashpoint. Finally he followed his dickhead friend. "Be careful! He will fuck you up as well, soon!" - I said to him. "I'm an honest man!" - protested the boyo loudly. Off they went.