Chapter Fourteen
The Present…
56,000,000.00 USD…
My knees got wobbly and I felt lightheaded. I started hyperventilating. Panting, I backed up to plop down on the couch. I couldn’t stop starring at the computer screen. It didn’t seem real! Danny turned in his seat to stare at me. I pointed at the computer screen. Finally able to draw a deep breath, in a small voice I asked, “So, that’s my money?”
“That money belongs to anyone who has the passcodes,” Danny answered and waved at the papers in my hand. “You have the passcodes.”
“You did it, Danny. You solved the puzzle,” I said in amazement. Then the enormity of the situation started to really sink in. “I’m rich!”
I vaulted off the couch. “I’m rich. I’m rich! I’M STINKING, FUCKING, FILTHY RICH!”
I had to do my happy dance! Danny watched me prance around the small room. I grabbed Danny and pulled him up from his chair to jump and dance around the room with me. In between jumps I covered his face with small, happy kisses. Finally exhausted, I collapsed back onto the couch with Danny beside me – close beside me. It was cool in the apartment. Panting and out of breath, I became increasingly aware of the warmth I felt radiating from the body beside me.
Danny had changed into gym shorts. Though he tried to arrange his t-shirt without my noticing, his erection remained very noticeable. I’d changed clothes expecting to stay in for the night. I was wearing a large, long, and loose-fitting button-down flannel nightshirt and no bra. Apparently, Danny had been very aware of my large tits moving under my shirt as we’d danced.
I was still breathing hard as my excitement began transforming into desire. Hey! Don’t judge me! Sure I was angry with Danny, but it’s not every day you become a millionaire! I wanted to celebrate and…
I closed my eyes and remembered how good that barely concealed hard-on had felt slipping inside me. I knew Danny wouldn’t make the first move. When I reached to put my hand on Danny’s stomach, he stopped breathing and froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. I rolled onto my side until I was pressed against Danny’s side.
Danny continued to sit still, either afraid to move or unable – probably both. My lips brushed his cheek and when he turned his head to look at me, happy kisses became longer, deeper kisses. My excited squeals at realizing I was rich became lower moans from deep in my throat and then the idiot turned his mouth away from mine.
“Olivia! You don’t have to do this. I said I’d solve…”
I removed my hand from his stomach and clamped it over Danny’s mouth. Looking him in the eyes, I told him, “Shut the hell up before you say something that will make me want to hurt you.” Danny responded with wide eyes and a quick nod of his head. I took my hand from his mouth and skipped his stomach to wrap my fingers around the hard shaft tenting the thin material of his shorts.
I leaned back in and this time Danny didn’t turn away from my kiss. There was plenty of elastic in the waistband of his gym shorts. It was easy to push my hand under the top of his shorts. I could only stroke Danny’s cock with small movements and I wanted more. I pulled and tugged on his shorts until I could hook the waistband behind his ball sack. Reaching under my nightshirt, I wiggled while we kissed until my panties were almost to my knees. I didn’t want to wait and decided that was far enough.
By now I was practically laying on top of Danny. I heard elastic pop and knew I’d ruined my panties by stretching the waistband too far as I threw a leg over Danny’s thighs to straddle his lap. I didn’t care! I could buy a million panties now! I had my hand on Danny’s shaft, guiding the large bulb of his tip through my pussy slit when Danny pulled his mouth away from mine again…
“Does this mean we’ve made up?”
Jesus Christ! Would this Chatty Cathy ever learn to just shut up?! Impatiently I clamped my hand back over his mouth.
“Danny, if you say one more word before I have my orgasm, I’ll make you regret every single minute you’ve known me,” I threatened in a quick rush of words. I wasn’t sure what I would have done, but I would have done something! I was excited. I was wet. I wanted my orgasm! I was a fucking millionaire and I deserved my orgasm! And Danny seemed intent on saying something to piss me off! Having made my point, I moved my hand from Danny’s mouth to his cock again.
Hands on my waist pulled me tight against Danny, molding me to his hard body as our lips met and tongues dueled. Firm hands squeezed my ass cheeks as I moved my hips to move Danny’s cock tip up and down my slit to coat it with my slippery pussy juice. I pulled my mouth from his and sat up. With one hand on Danny’s chest to steady me and my other hand guiding Danny’s cock, it didn’t take long before tip-of-cock met pussy hole just right. Both of us moaned as I sat on Danny’s hard cock and began raising and lowering my hips to take him into me as fast as my pussy could lubricate his shaft.
Both of us were lost in the sensations between our legs. Hands pulled me closer. Danny’s mouth was busy again but not to talk this time. Danny made me shiver with his mouth on my neck as hands moved between us to work at the buttons of my nightshirt. A hand slipped through the gape in my shirt to cup a bare breast. My nightshirt had a lot of buttons and Danny was fumbling, trying to undo all of them while playing with my tits at the same time. I got impatient and sat up straight on his lap, feeling his cock slide deeper into me.
“Dumbass,” I told Danny before grabbing the hem of the nightshirt to pull it up and over my head. I tossed it onto the floor. “Why try to do all the buttons,” I asked.
“To prolong the anticipation?” Danny answered with a grin. That made sense to me. I’ve wanted to prolong things too from time to time. Just not now. I wanted to skip the entree and get straight to the dessert!
“Dumbass,” I murmured again as I closed my eyes and began to move my hips.
I gripped the back of the couch to either side of his head. God, it felt so good sliding up and down on Danny’s hard cock. With my bared tits only inches from his face, Danny didn’t seem to mind my calling him a dumbass. He had other things to occupy his mind and mouth. Things like hard nipples swaying before his eyes that needed to be captured and sucked on. Not to mention my grinding on his cock.
I have no idea how long I fucked Danny. The only thing I kept track of was the rising heat between my legs. I was sooo close… But now Danny’s hands molding my tits and his mouth’s sucking on my hard nipples were becoming a distraction. Straightening my legs I separated cock from pussy. Turning around I reconnected cock and pussy but now in reverse cowgirl. With Danny’s ass on the edge of the couch, I could raise and lower myself using my legs. Leaning forwards or backward I could control the angle of penetration and my clit was easily accessible to my fingers.
I closed my eyes and when hands reached around to grasp my tits, I captured Danny’s wrists and pressed them to the couch cushion. Danny settled for gripping my hips instead as I moved my hips in a circular pattern to grind my pussy on his hard cock and pubic bone. My breathing began to lean more towards panting with intermittent small, high-pitched squeaks when a particularly delicious sensation radiated from between my legs.
Danny didn’t seem to mind my using him as my personal dildo. His hands remained on my hips but they didn’t try to control my movements. The only time he moved was when his ass was in danger of slipping off the couch. In a short time, I was back to where I’d been before turning around… Sooo close… My stomach muscles were tensing up… My panting changed to soft, fast repetitive words, “ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”
My thighs were trembling and my fingers were strumming over my clit in a fast Spanish guitar rhythm… That’s when my head bent backwards and my soft, repetitive, “ohgodohgodohgodohgod…” ended with a long, loud wail of, “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…” at the ceiling as I came.
Wave after wave of bliss swept through me while my pussy continued to grind on Danny, causing thick cock to move deep inside me. My wail of completion changed to a demanding, “Fuck me! Oh, shit… Fuck me, Danny!”
I don’t know what Danny intended to do. Perhaps gather me in his arms and put me on my back on the couch… Maybe he’d intended to rise, press my tits against a wall and continue to take me standing from behind… Whatever… What did happen was his ass slid off the slippery Naugahyde cushion and we ended up on our knees on the floor. Still connected. The hard landing caused Danny to ram his cock into me and I crested in another wave of orgasm.
We were on our knees, wedged between the couch behind Danny and a low table before me. My arms splayed out knocking books, papers, and whatevers onto the floor. My hands gripped the opposite edge of the table as Danny began fucking me doggy. My tits flattened out on the cool surface of the table as… as… I’d heard the term ‘with wild abandon’ before. Now? If I had to describe what Danny was doing to me? He was ramming his cock into me with wild abandon! And it felt wonderful!
I came again and then I couldn’t think further. Danny was grunting. I was shouting to be fucked harder. There were wet sounds from my drenched pussy and louder, meatier sounds as flesh crashed into flesh. All too soon, Danny groaned, pushed into me deep and held still. I felt his cock pulsing and I knew I had his cum deep inside me. Hands pushed between my tits and the tabletop. Skin stretched uncomfortably and then fingers curled into my soft flesh and my hard nipples were being pinched between thumbs and forefingers. I felt a final pulse inside my pussy. Danny let out a groan of completion and I felt him lying motionless on my back.
We were both sweaty and out of breath. Gulping air we remained motionless. I let go of my death grip on the edge of the table at the same time Danny murmured his previous question, “Does this mean we’ve made up?”
“Depends on how soon you can do this again,” I answered softly with hope in my voice.
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“Uh, so it felt good? I mean… I tried to make it last but…”
“Danny,” I laughed as I interrupted him.. “You made it last long enough! I feel wonderful!”
We were in his narrow bed. When we’d regained our breath and my thighs had stopped vibrating from my orgasms, we’d propped each other up to make it into Danny’s bedroom before collapsing onto his bed. I knew I’d dripped cum all the way from couch to bed. I didn’t care. I’d dripped cum before and it wasn’t as if it was my cum or my floors.
We’d only rested for a short time before Danny began exploring my body with roving hands. That had led to kissing and then to fingers softly massaging me between my legs. That had led to Danny moving on top of me and my legs opening in a Pavlovian response. Danny had just come in me again. His weight still pressed me into his mattress, his head on my shoulder and his hot breath on my neck.
I closed my eyes and continued, “Everything you did felt good. I’m not worried about how long you last. The next time you’ll last longer, and longer the next time, then even longer the time after that.”
Danny laughed and this time interrupted me, “Stop! Stop, I can’t… Oh, my God, I already want to but I can hardly even move right now and already you’ve counted up to four or five more times.”
I waved my hand dismissively in the air and repeated what I’d said at the mall, “If you can’t make love to me four times a night, then what use are you to me?”
“At least I’ll die happy,” Danny sighed weakly into my neck.
I felt Danny shift and his cock left my pussy as he rolled to lie on his side. He propped his head up on a hand to be able to see my face before hesitantly asking, “Please, I’m not trying to make you angry but, you know, you have sex pretty much every day and you still want me? I’m trying not to say anything stupid… But, why would you want more sex from me?”
“I don’t want more sex from you,” I replied and then stopped to laugh when Danny’s body stiffened beside me. I reached over to bop him in the shoulder and repeated, “I don’t want more sex from you. I want you to make love to me, you idiot nerd.”
“Sooo, you don’t feel like this after, you know, with a client?” Before I could answer, Danny flopped back onto his back and put his hands over his face. Groaning, he said quickly, “God, I’m sorry! That’s none of my business! I can’t believe I asked you that.”
I had to really try hard not to laugh or give any sign that I thought Danny was amusing. I had to remind myself that Danny wasn’t stupid – only ignorant. Poor guy hadn’t dated much, if at all, through high school and three years of college. The only time he’d had sex before meeting me were some frantic fumbling encounters with Carolyn the Bug when they’d both been young and inexperienced. To go from losing your virginity to having an honest-ta-God prostitute/call girl in your bed was quite a mental leap for the poor guy to make.
“It’s okay, Danny,” I assured him as I turned my head to see his profile. “Yes, sometimes this is how I feel after sex with clients.”
I grinned and shrugged, “Sometimes even paid-for sex can be very, very enjoyable sex. But Danny, there’s two big differences between sex with a client and making love with you,” I told him.
Danny turned back onto his side and propped his head up again so we could look at each other. “What are the differences,” he asked.
“I don’t scream their names out while we’re having sex. I call them ‘Baby’ or ‘Honey’ or something else so I don’t accidentally call them by a wrong name.” I reached out a lazy hand to touch his face. “I said your name though because I can’t forget I’m with you.”
Danny smiled and caught my hand in his. “What’s the second difference,” he asked.
“Mmm,” I sighed in contentment. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into the mattress before continuing, “With clients, I’m already planning how to leave by now. No matter how good the sex was and, Danny, I’m not going to lie to you, sometimes it’s pretty damned good when I’m in the mood, but no matter how good the sex was, I’m already planning on how to leave by now, another client waiting for me or just to go home.
“No matter how good the sex is sometimes, I can never forget I’m on a time clock. Whether you’re flipping burgers or working in an office or having sex with a client… At the end of the day you want to go home after your job is over. Because it is a job. But here with you, I don’t feel like going home. With you, I don’t want to get up and leave.”
Danny moved to press against my side. Kissing me while tracing my body through the sheet. When his hand moved over my mound, he stopped kissing me to apologize, “I’m sorry. I forgot. Do you want a washcloth?”
When we’d made love at the hotel I’d asked for a cloth to clean his cum from between my legs because I was trying to keep the bedsheets clean to sleep on. I explained that to Danny and then shook my head, “No. It’s way too late for one now,” I said, then told him that I’d felt his cum running down my ass crack long ago to add to the wet spot my ass cheeks were resting in, still. But, what the hell? It wasn’t my cum and these weren’t my bedsheets. I could still sleep on fresh, clean sheets in my apartment.
“One thing you need to know about me,” I said to further his education. “I like to sleep on fresh sheets. But this isn’t my bed so I’m not going to worry about wet spots.”
I raised my hand up towards the ceiling and then pointed my finger as I figured angles and distance, “My bed is ten feet up and about thirty feet that way. It has fresh sheets so feel free to make as much of a mess of your sheets as you want.”
Danny leaned down to kiss me again as his hand moved over the sheet to fondle my breasts. “Would it surprise you to find out I don’t care about wet spots? In fact, I’d like to make another now.”
I wiggled my hip against Danny’s crotch. “Considering that your cock is still soft I’d say you’re writing checks your body can’t cash yet.”
I reached down to find a blanket. I pulled and arranged it to cover me from the slight chill in the air. What is it with guys that they never turn their thermostat up high enough!?
Danny and I didn’t talk about much more before I said, “Danny, it’s not that I want to go home like I do after a client but I’m hungry and there is food in my apartment. Your fridge is pretty empty.”
“When did you look in my refrigerator?”
“While you were typing on your computer. I wasn’t really snooping.”
“Uh-huh, right. So I guess you snooped my bookshelves and closets, too?”
“Boring sci-fi, history and fantasy titles and you really need to do your laundry.”
“Yeah. You weren’t really snooping,” Danny laughed as we untangled ourselves from sheets.
Gathering clothes from where they’d hit the floor, we walked back into his small den area. I pointed to a chessboard set up on a table in a corner and asked if he was playing himself.
“No. I’m playing a guy in California via the internet. He’s white and I’m waiting for his next move.”
I studied the board quickly. Poor Danny – if White moved a Pawn and Danny didn’t respond with his Knight, mate in four moves, or Danny would have to make an exchange of Rooks to stave off checkmate and he’d be forced into fighting a longer, but still losing, game.
“Do you play,” Danny asked.
“A little,” I answered as I found my last shoe. “My Dad taught me and we used to play some.”
“We’ll have to play sometime.”
Ookkaayyy!! From the tone of Danny’s voice I could tell he didn’t for one second think I could kick his ass. I decided not to play until I could think of a bet that would make it worth my while to kick his ass.
I found my panties. The elastic was shot from being stretched too far. I gave them to Danny and said he could keep them as a souvenir just before I opened the door to leave. Shaking his head and voicing his worries I’d be seen, Danny followed me as I carried my clothes out of his apartment. I thought it was too much trouble to get dressed for such a short trip. I also wanted a quick shower once at my place so why dress just to undress less than a minute later?
“Jeez, Danny! I’m naked on the stairs and in the hallway for maybe twenty seconds. Besides,” I reasoned as I stopped to face him. I just smiled at his attempts to get me walking again. I let my hands holding my clothes drop to my sides so all of me was clearly in view. “Besides, if you saw me walking naked in the hall, would you complain? Don’t you like watching me walk around naked?”
“Well, no. I mean, yes! I mean I wouldn’t complain and I like watching you… But anyone could come out of their apartment and…,” Danny tossed his arms into the air. “Stop doing this! Every… Single… Time… I see you, you do something to drive me crazy!”
‘Gotcha!’ I though with a smile, then shook my head and stopped listening to him. My nerd was such a prude about some things. Nudity in the hallway… Couldn’t bring himself to say ‘pussy’ or ‘whore’ or ‘you know’… Poor guy really needed me to teach him how to loosen up.
I let Danny hustle me into my apartment. Our ‘quick’ shower together to wash off sweat and cum could have turned into much, much more if I hadn’t been hungry. I heated up some leftover stew Mom had given me. The microwave oven is the greatest invention of the 20th Century! I was rinsing out our bowls at the sink when Danny came up behind me to run his hands over my back to massage my shoulders.
Gathering my hair to drape it over my shoulder, he stood on his tip-toes to bring his mouth to my exposed neck. Kisses and hot breath made me shiver and I spread my long legs to bring more of my neck down to his mouth. When he whispered a suggestion that we go back to bed… I sure as hell was ready for more sex but, mindful of wanting clean sheets to sleep on. I grinned and turned to face him.
I keep my apartment properly heated. After our shower, I’d only tossed on a sweatshirt, thick socks, and panties. Reaching under the sweatshirt, I surprised Danny by wiggling my panties down to fall on the kitchen floor. It was a short hop to sit on the counter next to the sink. Opening my legs, I pulled Danny to me. Kissing Danny, I whispered in his ear, “No bed. I want you to fuck me right here.”
It took my fingers only a few seconds to have Danny’s pants falling to his ankles. My hands stroked his already hard cock. Sitting on the very edge of the counter, I used my grip on Danny’s cock to pull him to me until I could run his tip up and down my slit.
I was still wet with Danny’s cum or my own juices were flowing. Either way, Danny’s cock tip slipped easily into me. I locked my ankles behind him to try and pull his cock deeper inside me. Danny had probably never fucked Carolyn the Bug on a kitchen counter but he knew what to do. My sweatshirt was pulled over my head and tossed aside. With hands and mouth Danny played with my tits while we fucked.
I like being fucked in places other than a bed. Unlocking my ankles to spread my legs wider, I was soon whispering in Danny’s ear to squeeze my tits harder, to suck my nipples further into his mouth. This was my third time being fucked in a short time. It was also Danny’s third time and he lasted much longer this time. My normally light pink pussy flesh was much closer to magenta in color by the time Danny groaned and came.
Before Danny pulled out, I put my fingers under my pussy hole to catch the cum that I expected to flow out of the gape his thick cock had left between my lips. Still wasn’t my cum but now it was my floor! After already coming twice, he didn’t leave much cum in me. It was also grey-ish and watery instead of thick and white as it flowed down my fingers to collect in the cup of my palm. But it was still delicious as Danny watched me lick my hand and fingers clean.
Danny remained standing between my legs to follow my every move with his eyes as I gave my palm one last lick. Smiling at Danny, I reached between my legs and pushed two fingers inside my pussy. He continued to watch as I moved my fingers in my pussy until they were slick with our sex before I brought them to my mouth to suck them clean again. I reached between my legs again. This time when I pulled wet, cummy fingers from between my legs, instead of bringing them to my mouth I put them to Danny’s lips. Danny didn’t pull away but neither did he open his mouth. I painted his lips with our sex before pulling him to me so I could lick his lips clean while we kissed.
I cleaned between my thighs and Danny’s cock with a washcloth. I pulled on clean panties before we went to curl up between the clean sheets of my bed. Naked except for my thick socks, I relaxed under my clean sheets while Danny spooned me from behind. I was feeling sated both in my stomach and between my legs. When Danny’s hand found my tits, I grinned and told him, “We can play but if you want more sex, we’ll have to go back to your bed. But only if you’re naked in the hallway with me next time.”
Danny laughed and kissed the back of my neck and squeezed my breast tighter. Groaning at the sudden thought of one thing I needed to do, I roused enough to set my alarm clock to wake us so Danny could get to his Summer job on time. We moved together as body molded to body. Feeling a warm body sharing its warmth with me, I was half asleep when Danny hesitantly asked, “I guess you’ll go, umm, you know, to work tomorrow?”
“I have two clients tomorrow,” I replied. “But, hell! I’m a millionaire. I don’t have to see clients. All I need to do tomorrow is plan my shopping trip to Europe. And, Danny! WE are millionaires! I never would have figured out Tim’s damned puzzle but you did. You deserve half of the money.”
I felt I’d made the right call. After all, half of more money than you thought you’d ever see in your life was still a shit pile of dough! I noticed Danny didn’t argue with me but he did get quiet.
“What? I thought you’d be happier than this about being rich.”
“Yeah, rich…” Danny said quietly. “The thing is, Olivia. We’re not rich.”
That statement made me wide awake instantly! What had happened to my money!? Struggling to untangle limbs and sheets, I sat up in bed to look at him in the dim light. “What do you mean I’m, we’re, not rich? Millions! Of! Dollars! I saw it! Right there on the computer screen.”
Danny sat up beside me. “Olivia, yes, the money is there but the thing is…” Danny stopped talking as he struggled to find the right words. “Okay, think of the money in the bank as a huge pile of gold ingots. So, you’re rich? Right?”
I nodded my head, Yes, as Danny began shaking his head, No, before continuing his explanation, “You’re rich, but what can you do with your wealth? What can you buy with gold ingots? Can you buy groceries, a car, or a house with gold ingots? Pay rent?”
“But, the money isn’t gold. It’s dollars! Said so right there on the screen. USD! Dollars!”
“True,” Danny agreed. “But how can you get the money? Can you transfer it into your checking account at the bank you use? You’ll have the IRS on your back in two seconds asking where the money came from, how you came to be in possession of it…”
Ouch! Even I could see that a story about a corrupt lawyer stealing money and then leaving it to me in a puzzle… Yea… No one in their right mind would believe it. The IRS would steal my stolen money in an instant! Damned government!
“So, I’m rich,” I said slowly as what Danny was telling me took root in my brain. “But, I’m not rich; I’m actually poor because I can’t spend the money.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, fix this!” I cried out, putting my hands on Danny’s shoulders to shake him. “You’re my nerd. Figure out a way to get me my fucking money!”
Chapter Fifteen
The Present…
The loud music suddenly blasting my eardrums did not wake me in a good mood.
I was still moving my arms and legs to escape my warm cocoon of blankets and sheets when a heavy body pressed me into the mattress as Danny leaned on me to hit the OFF button. The heavy body remained on top of the blankets and of me. In fact, the weight moved to cover more of me, pressing me deeper into the mattress. Hands moved blankets and sheets to expose my neck. Kisses and hot breath on my skin caused me to squirm in a feeble attempt to escape.
“Good morning.” The soft voice in my ear was familiar though the tone was far too chipper for this ungodly hour.
“Wuh… Blurs… Whaa time is ittt?”
“Unfortunately, it’s time for me to go to work,” Danny sighed. Kisses and hot breath on my neck disappeared and the weight on top of me moved away. I heard Danny in my bathroom and the flush of my toilet. I clawed the covers off my face. I peered around and saw Danny’s cute ass beside my bed as he pulled his shorts and shirt on.
“Did you put the seat back down,” I asked. It was never too soon to start potty training the male of the species.
Danny walked back into my bathroom and when he reappeared he nodded, Yes, and asked, “Would you like me to start coffee for you before I go downstairs to dress for work?”
Coffee? I knew coffee… I wanted coffee… “Snuree,” I yawned and buried my head back under the covers.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Danny said and left my bedroom.
I yawned again but my eyes were open under the covers. I knew I wouldn’t be going back to sleep. I was awake and my need to pee was already becoming uncomfortable. Plus there was the promise of coffee – no, I just wanted time to think in the privacy of my cocoon of blankets. I was wondering if sex last night had been a good thing or bad thing? Whether one or the other, it had definitely been a ‘thing’. A very nice thing. But, was it only a thing that had resulted from horny hormones and excitement from learning about being rich? That was the question. Had I forgiven Danny? In the cold light of morning would Danny want this thing to continue after he thought about it?
So many questions and it was too damned early to list all of them let alone think about them! Soon the fragrance of coffee wafted under the blankets to my nose. Unable to wait any longer, I said a few choice cuss words about my small bladder. I’m six freaking feet tall with a bladder the size of a walnut! Throwing off my covers I had a good stretch and then slid off my bed to fast-foot it to my bathroom to piss. I tied my hair up and out of the way to splash water on my face. I could open my eyes wider but I was still yawning. I tossed the towel down and clumped towards the kitchen.
Danny watched me from in front of my coffee machine. He smiled but thankfully didn’t remark about how I’m not a morning person. I was naked except for my panties so he had other things to keep his mind occupied as I mumbled something that could have been a good morning.
Danny already had a cup waiting on the counter so I got another from the cupboard. Bleary-eyed, I stood next to Danny. I dug an eye-booger from the corner of my eye with a fingernail and watched the level of black gold rise slowly in the pot. Danny seemed uncomfortable and was straining not to leer at my boobs.
“Uh, Olivia? I swear I wasn’t snooping but I wanted sugar and when…”
“And when you opened the tin marked Sugar you found four dozen condoms,” I finished for him.
“Yeah. Uh, do you have any sugar,” Danny asked, still not looking at me.
I pointed to a cabinet. “In there, in the Tupperware.”
Danny nodded and got the small plastic container I’d labeled SUGAR with a marker. He still seemed very ill at ease. “Olivia, do you, umm, bring clients here,” he finally asked with a glance towards my bedroom where we’d just spent the night.
“No, you’re the only guy who’s ever been in my apartment,” I said and Danny relaxed a little. “I meet clients at their house, their office or a hotel. I don’t let them know where I live.”
Danny nodded. He was still tense and I knew why. As we sipped coffee, I decided to talk about the elephant in the room. “My going to work today isn’t as cut and dry now as it was last night, is it?”
After Danny informed me of the problem in getting our money, we’d stayed up late discussing money. How to get our hands on it without getting caught by the government or the original owners. The only decision we’d reached was… Until Danny was able to figure out how to get my, our, money, we’d decided not to change our routines.
We didn’t know if someone was looking for the money we had access to, but with that much money? If Tim had stolen it from me, I’d still be trying to find it. We didn’t know how they might track us, but… The longer we acted normally, the longer the people whose money Tim had stolen looked for it without result, the safer we’d be once Danny figured out how we could actually collect our money. It was Danny who’d reluctantly concluded neither of us should change our routines. He’d continue to go to his job and I’d continue to fuck my clients.
So I would be meeting clients today and Danny was uncomfortable knowing I’d be in a hotel bed or bent over an office desk with another man in a few hours. I sighed and poured myself more coffee. My decision seemed to be made for me. Whatever our ‘thing’ was, whether or not it was to continue would be up to Danny. I sure as hell wanted the best sex I’d had in a year to continue! But, it was up to Danny to decide if he could handle the fact that I’d be fucking other men as well as him.
“I know I don’t have a say in what you do. We’re only fake fiances but…,” Danny ran out of words.
“But you don’t like that I’m a whore.”
“Stop calling yourself that!”
“Call Girl, whore – it’s all the same thing,” I told Danny just as Marla had told me many months ago. Holding my cup with both hands, I sipped and shrugged. Over the lip of the cup, I told Danny, “I lie to my family, my friends, now your family. I can at least be honest with myself and you.”
I watched his eyes travel over my body. Pausing where my forearms were pressing into my 34DDs. Pushing them into an amazing display of squished-out boob cleavage. He shook his head, “Damn. I’d love to stay here and keep you in bed all day but…”
I nodded. That sounded like a great idea to me, too. Danny rinsed out his cup, gave me a little kiss and left.
Danny’s desire to keep me in bed all day was his hormones speaking. But, though his eyes had looked at my body, he hadn’t been able to meet my eyes. Danny’s little head was saying one thing but his big head was saying another. Yeah, real life was shit and we were back in the real world after our long weekend together.
My first client wasn’t for another three hours. I reset the alarm clock and went back to bed. I tossed and turned for half an hour before I gave up trying to sleep. I had too much on my mind. Money: how to get the money, how we’d have to keep our jobs while Danny searched for a way, how Danny hadn’t been happy when he said there was another reason I had to keep seeing clients.
If I suddenly stopped seeing clients, yet had a lot of money to spend, questions, comments and gossip would be floating around out in what I’d labeled ‘Whoreville,’ gossip we didn’t want certain people to hear. Sure, we were being paranoid but better safe than sorry when dealing with unknown people who were undoubtedly searching for their money! When Danny reminded me that there were still nine more bank accounts to open, we both drew the same conclusion: Drug Cartel. Who else would need that much money laundered? And Drug Cartel people wouldn’t be the type to just say, ‘Fuck it! Money’s gone. Oh, well…’, and then stop searching for it.
I needed to keep a low profile and do nothing out of the ordinary. That meant I needed to keep fucking clients. Last night Danny hadn’t liked that I’d continue seeing clients but seemed to accept it. This morning I could tell he really didn’t like that I’d be with two clients today. I wondered how he’d act this evening knowing I’d let other men fuck me while he’d been at work.
I gave up and rolled out of bed. I made up the bed and had more coffee. Gathering trash from around the apartment, I put on a thick robe and slippers. I left my apartment to toss my trash when my next-door neighbor, Mr. Kubiack, opened his door carrying a similar bag. I hurried to take his bag from him.
Mr. Kubiack was a small, wrinkled man in his eighties who always seemed to be on the verge of tipping over. I’d invited him into my apartment many times for coffee and Pop-Tarts. Tossing the bags down the chute I invited him in for more coffee and Pop-Tarts. Mr. Kubiack had led an interesting life and never failed to have me laughing at a funny, ‘When I was younger…’ story.
“I’m so glad you and that kid downstairs finally got together,” Mr. Kubiack said after a bite of Pop-Tart. He laughed at my expression, “What? You think just ’cause I’m old I can’t hear good? The walls here aren’t very thick. The two of you were going at it like rabbits in the kitchen for a while. Reminded me of myself and a casino dancer I knew.”
I flushed red as a beet, causing Mr. Kubiack to laugh harder. “You kids today think you invented sex? Ha! I can tell you stories from when I was younger… I was thinking you were a damned lesbian. You never had men visiting you. If I was ten years younger I would have made a play for you myself.”
“Ten years?” I asked smiling.
“Okay, okay –fifteen years younger.”
After our breakfast I walked Mr. Kubiack back to his door to make sure he didn’t tip over.
A shower later, my clothing, jewelry and makeup done, I was out the door. I had two clients today. Both were Preferred Customers. A subway ride and I was in a hotel room where I fucked my first client. After my client left I called Danny to tell him to hurry home after work, we had shopping to do before the shops closed. I’d made a mental list on the subway ride. He asked why we needed to go shopping and asked what I was doing. I decided to not answer his first question and instead asked him if he wanted the truth about what I was doing now.
Danny seemed alarmed, “You’re not actually with a client right now, are you?”
“No! I’m never on the phone while with a client. He just left and since you asked what I’m doing, I’m using a tissue to wipe cum off my face.”
Danny was quiet on his end.
“Danny, you asked and I’m trying to be honest with you because I know how you are about lies and deceit after Carolyn the Bug FUBAR’ed you. So unless you want the truth, be careful what you ask me.”
“I will and I would rather have the truth no matter what,” Danny responded though his tone didn’t sound happy. “Olivia, I need to get off the phone now, though. My boss is a great guy but he expects people to work and not be on the phone.”
I cleaned up and left one hotel room to go to another to meet with my second client.
In the early evening, I was looking out my window when I saw Danny on the street. I met him at the door of his apartment and followed him inside. When I leaned towards him for a kiss he fended me off with his hands. At first I thought he was repulsed that I’d been with other men but, “Olivia, I’ve been sweating all day and I’m covered in dirt and brick dust.”
When I leaned back in to show that sweat and dirt wouldn’t dissuade me, Danny didn’t push me away.
“Mmm, you smell good to me,” I told Danny as I kissed my way from his lips to across his neck. And he did. He smelled like a man who had been working outside all day. He smelled of sunlight, dust and sweat. He smelled a lot like my dad had smelled when he came home from work when I was smaller, nothing like the men I’d fucked in hotel rooms today. They had smelled like cologne and aftershave. The men who moved on top of me in hotel rooms were almost always middle-aged and often older men with soft bodies, nothing at all like the hard, muscular body my fingers were gripping through Danny’s thick, work shirt.
Danny’s hands pulled me closer as we kissed. With small moves, he maneuvered me until my back was pressed against a wall. Moving slowly, he kept his lips pressed to mine while knees pushed my legs wider. A hand crept between us and began pulling my skirt up. Regretfully, I moved my mouth aside and pushed his hand away just before questing fingers made contact with my panties.
“I wish we had the time, Danny, but you need to get ready.”
“I’m very ready,” Danny mumbled, trying to kiss my neck again while fingers tried to slip past my hand.
“I meant ready to go shopping,” I laughed, pushing on his shoulders until he backed off half a step. I reminded Danny we had things to do and refusing his offer to shower together, gave him a push towards his bathroom. Danny hadn’t seemed to be as upset as he’d been this morning. Probably it was because his small head was doing the thinking or, just maybe, he’d had time at work to come to grips with what I did at work. That question was still to be answered.
I, at least, had answered one question I’d had. I hadn’t told Danny that I’d decided during the day that the first thing we had to do was to discuss the subject of money. The money I had and Danny didn’t. After Danny had his shower, he came upstairs to my apartment. Danny sat on my couch and I brought out the FLOUR and CORNMEAL tins. Opening the FLOUR tin, I poured out the pile of money I had inside onto the coffee table in front of him.
“This is my spending money,” I said as Danny leaned forward to automatically begin organizing the bills into piles of denominations. Hundreds and fifties were all I kept in the tin. I kept loose change and lesser bills in a lacquered box I’d bought at an antique store.
Danny was mesmerized by the growing stacks of organized bills but stopped soon to stare at the large pile still to be sorted. “Jesus Christ, Olivia. There must be fifteen or twenty thousand dollars here!”
I shrugged. “The clients I see are usually very wealthy and they tip pretty good. I just toss my tip money in the tin and take out what I need for shoes and stuff from time to time,” I said. Danny’s eyes took on a strained look as he stared at the money. Undoubtedly he was thinking about the number of men I must have been with and what I’d done with all those men to have earned so much in tips. Then he sighed and seemed to relax. I took that as a good sign.
“This is my money. I earned it and it’s mine,” I declared as I swept the bills back into the tin and replaced the top.
I poured the stacks of bills out from the CORNMEAL tin and said, “This is our money. You solved the puzzle so you deserve half of all the money Tim left me.”
I counted out ten bundles and slid them in front of Danny. I put the other ten stacks back into my tin.
Danny seemed speechless as he picked up a stack of hundreds. “I can’t…”
“Danny, before you say anything,” I interrupted. “Remember how pissed off I get when you argue about money. Besides, with this much money you can quit your job and concentrate totally on how to get the rest of my, I mean, our money.”
I waited while Danny mulled this over. Finally, he nodded and said, “Okay, my money. Thank you, but I can’t quit my job. I can quit my weekend job though.”
“Why can’t you quit both of your jobs?”
“A friend of my Dad hired me after Dad called in a favor. If I quit, my Dad will know and want to know why. I sure as hell can’t tell him about this,” Danny answered, pointing at the money pile.
I had to agree that Danny had a point. Besides, both of us had too many lies and half-truths we were keeping from our families already. Standing up, I returned the tins to my kitchen and shrugged into a jacket. Telling Danny to get up, I told him it was time to go shopping and stuffed a stack of bills worth ten thousand dollars into his pocket. Dragging him by the hand I got him moving.
“What the hell am I supposed to buy with ten thousand dollars!?”
I didn’t answer until we were on the street and headed for the subway. Spring was well advanced but there was still a cool bite to the wind as the evening advanced. Pulling up the collar of my jacket I answered, “First, we need to pick out my engagement ring. I know! I know! We’re not engaged but believe me, before we break up your Mom is going to want to see a ring on my finger. What we need to find is a diamond large enough to show that you love me a lot, but not so large that your mom believes I’ve driven you into debtor’s prison.”
“Ah, now I see why I need ten thousand dollars,” Danny replied.
“Well, you can’t expect me to buy my own engagement ring can you,” I replied huffily. “Not when I have a rich fiance! But don’t worry, no more than a thousand or two will go towards my ring.”
We were in time to board a subway car that had a stop near a mall as I continued to list the things Danny needed to buy. “After we look at rings, we also need to shop for your new clothes. Then new furniture for your apartment. Oh, and a Bluetooth so you can talk to me on the phone and work at the same time. Then, you’ll need…”
“Wait! Wait a minute,” Danny interrupted me. “The Bluetooth, yes. But I don’t need new clothes or furniture.”
“Yes! You do,” I informed him, looking with distaste at his usual wear of a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans.
In a voice like I was doing Danny a favor, I offered a compromise, “You agree to buy five shirts, four pairs of pants, three pairs of shoes and two suits…”
I looked at Danny disapprovingly as he interrupted to sing, “…and a partridge in a pear tree!”
I continued as if there hadn’t been a snarky interruption, “...of my choosing and I’ll let you get a new computer and a high-speed internet connection to play online games with. Keep the old one to do research with.”
“Really?” Danny looked and sounded eager. “I’ve wanted a new com…”
Danny stopped and gave me a withering look. “Every… Single… Time! You’re doing it again, Olivia! Stop trying to confuse me. Why do I need your permission to get a computer? I’ve got a hundred thousand dollars that says I can buy a computer without buying any new clothes.”
“That’s true,” I agreed with a smile. “And I’ve got a hundred thousand dollars that say I can toss your new computer out the window unless you agree to new clothes.”
“You wouldn’t,” Danny exclaimed and then considered. “Crap! Of course you would! Alright! I agree, but only because there are some online games I’ve been wanting to play. But I don’t need new furniture.”
“Yes! You do,” I repeated with a shiver thinking about Danny’s cootie-infested couch.
“No! I don’t,” Danny said stubbornly. “I like my furniture. It’s comfortable.”
“It’s ratty, dirty, and sticky,” I countered.
“I’m a guy! I’m ratty, dirty, and sticky most of the time.”
I finger-combed my hair off my shoulder and gave Danny my cutest, wide-eyed look and purred reasonably, “You know you’re going to do what I want, so arguing is pointless.”
“You sound like the Borg from Star Trek. Resistance is futile!”
“The who?”
“Never mind. I thought you liked me as I am,” Grumpy Dan slumped back into the subway car’s seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you trying to change me?”
I put my arm around the poor guy’s shoulders and squeezed him to me in time to my words, “Danny, Danny, Danny… Don’t think of this as me changing you. Think instead of this as me improving you. Think of Danny 2.0 taking me out on dates.”
I put my head next to Danny’s and stretched out my arm with a sweeping motion as if a whole vista of possibilities were in front of us instead of a smelly subway car. “You like history. Imagine us going to the debut of a new museum display, a concert, walking into restaurants we couldn’t afford before, flying to Miami for a weekend of sun and sand…”
Grumpy Dan shrugged my arm off his shoulder, “Next thing you’ll want is gold chains around my neck and stupid jewelry!”
“Of course not. You could never wear that crap,” I assured him. I claimed his arm with mine and added smugly. “Besides, with me on your arm? You’ll have all the bling you’ll ever need!”
As we got up to exit the car, an older man who’d been sitting close enough to have heard our conversation looked up at Danny with a wry, knowing smile, “Get used to it, kid. Your days of freedom are over.”
