Paging the Doctor

The taxi driver eyed the women in the backseat through his rear view mirror. Blonde, busty, dressed for a job at a bank, at the least. She'd almost jumped in front of his car just to get a ride; a ride to South Central. The driver bit the inside of his lip, shaking his head slightly as the pretty, pale woman sniffed, rubbing her nose. I wasn't running, he could tell. He shook his head, watching her fidget.

He dropped her off at the edge of the suburb, a single thought entering his head; Why is it always the pretty ones?

Candace looked around herself nervously, the song from the radio echoing in her head.
"He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood,
He's the one that makes you feel all right,
He's the one they call Dr Feelgood,
He's gonna be your Frankenstein."

An entry for ronnie radke's 80's Songfic Contest. Based on the lyrics to Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgood (Which i hold no intellectual ownership over)