Chapter Sixteen…
The Present…
It was perfect! A one-carat oval cut in a white gold setting. It fit my finger perfectly, too. No need to get it resized! Large enough to show real love to Danny’s mom but just affordable enough to be almost sensible.
Danny choked a little at the cost but paid up with only a few whimpers. I wore it out of the jeweler’s and stretched my arm out to give it a good look over as we walked. I asked Danny how he thought it looked.
“It looks expensive!” Damn. Grumpy Dan was back. “Especially since we’re not engaged!“
“Oh, hush! This is my first engagement ring and I’m going to enjoy it,” I scolded as I watched the diamond sparkle on my finger.
“Your first… How many times do you plan on getting engaged?”
“I don’t know,” I considered. “Four, maybe five times…”
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I managed to select two shirts and a pair of pants before Danny dug his heels in and refused to try on more clothes without a walk further into the mall to get his new computer. I stood impatiently while Danny and the salesman discussed megabytes and RAM and other crap I had no interest in. I’d selected my laptop because it was a pretty color.
My reasoning? With the way computers were being upgraded all the time, why worry about what’s inside when it’s just going to be obsolete by the time you get it home? My pretty laptop allowed me to shop online and that’s all I needed it for. Danny finally ended up ordering a specially built gaming computer with all the bells and whistles he wanted.
Walking out of the store, I was the one who was grumpy. “Stupid computer cost more than my ring! I should’ve selected a two-carat diamond!”
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Seated at the mall’s food court we were eating burritos and slurping soft drinks. There was still an hour before the mall shops started closing up. I was hoping there would be time to drag Danny into a shoe store after we’d eaten. Danny was explaining his job to me after I’d asked and I was bewildered why anyone would pay Danny to…
“Let me get this straight. You move bricks, by hand, from one pile to another pile all day. Why?!“
“I don’t just move them,” Danny said. “I have to sort them and… It’s hard to explain without seeing. If you’re really curious, why not come to work with me in the morning. That is, if you aren’t, umm, you know… If you have the time.”
I laughed, “Sure. I don’t have to, umm, you know, until noon tomorrow.”
“Great,” Danny said and quickly changed the subject. “My Mom has been calling everyone she knows and telling them how pretty you are. My boss, my Dad’s friend, wants to meet you to see if you’re as pretty as he’s been told. And the guys at work…” Danny’s voice trailed off with a shrug.
“And the guys at work,” I prompted.
“They kind’a gave me a hard time when my boss dropped the bomb that I’m engaged. I don’t think they believed me when I described how tall and good-looking you are since I’d never mentioned you before.” Danny looked down at the table and wiped at nothing with a paper napkin. “I’ve worked there three years and…”
“And you’ve never had a girlfriend to talk about with ‘the guys’, I added and laughed. “Okay, one more appearance as a sexy girlfr… Sexy fiance coming up.”
“Thanks. The guys aren’t that bad and it’s a pretty good job. Not as, umm, you know, as exciting as yours but…”
“Danny, what I do isn’t as exciting as you may think.” Danny didn’t believe that of course. He was a guy and having sex several times a day was Paradise to his way of thinking.
Of course, that led to more questions Danny had been holding back from asking. Glancing at my watch as Danny stammered out a question, I knew we wouldn’t have more time to shop. I don’t like to be rushed when I’m shopping.
“…And the guy just, ah, did that on your face? Do many of your, umm, clients…”
As Danny tried to get to the end of his stammering question, I looked at the tasteless, half-finished burrito on my paper plate. I hadn’t had anything except Pop-Tarts for breakfast and a couple of small bags of chips all day. I was hungry and this wasn’t my idea of a satisfying meal! The thought of more Pop-Tarts at home later didn’t thrill me either. I came up with an idea of how to get what I really wanted.
“Okay, tell you what,” I interrupted Danny’s stammering question. I balled up my napkin and tossed it on top of my burrito. “Since you want me to go to your work tomorrow, why not come to my work tonight?”
“What?! You’re meeting another client tonight?”
“No. I’m meeting you,” I said standing up. “The hotel I was at earlier is only a little way from here and I still have the key card to the room. We’ll go there and I’ll order room service. I’ll pay cash so it doesn’t show up on my client’s credit card and I can get a way better meal than this crap!”
“We can’t just go to a hotel room…”
“Sure we can,” I said as I collected my trash to toss in a trash can. I was already picking out the food I wanted from an imaginary menu and didn’t realize how undiplomatic my next words were until I’d blurted them out, “I do it all the time!”
It wasn’t a very nice way to remind Danny of all the hotel rooms, and beds, I’ve been to. He’d actually seemed to be loosening up on the subject of me being a whore. Too late now though. With my quest for good food now uppermost on my mind, I just barreled ahead regardless of Danny’s feelings. I was hungry! “The room is paid for until check out time tomorrow. You’re not dressed well enough for a good restaurant. Room service is available for another hour and we’re only a few minutes away. I want, I need, something better than this crappy burrito. It will be my treat.”
I could tell that part of Danny was intrigued with the idea despite his reservations about going to where I’d been with another man earlier. We lucked out and caught a taxi at the entrance to the mall. Ten minutes later I paid the driver and we walked into the hotel. Danny looked as though he expected to be challenged every step we took through the lobby. But, of course, we weren’t and a short elevator ride later I used the key card to let us into ‘our’ room.
This was a normal hotel room and not a suite. Inside were two double beds: one still made up and the other obviously used though the wet spots my client and I had left on the sheets were dry by now. Danny stared at the mussed and obviously used sheets, then looked away.
“Okay,” he said, obviously ready to leave. “I’ve seen what you wanted to show me…”
“C’mon, Danny, you know what I do. This, or other hotel rooms, is where I do it most of the time. I didn’t just bring you here to show you a bed. I want real food!”
“I know, but… I just find it hard to think… I think it would be hard for me to do, umm, you know, anything with a woman I don’t know,” Danny said with an uncomfortable glance at the mussed bed.
“Really? You think so,” I asked as I found the menu for room service and sat on the bed where I’d been fucked only a few hours before. “How well did you know me before that night in your bedroom?”
“Not as well as I thought,” Danny said ruefully, gesturing at the bed I sat on.
“Exactly. Danny, with one phone call I can have a beautiful woman here in an hour that you’ll know only one thing about. You’ll know she’ll do anything you want.”
I knew what I wanted from room service and passed the menu to Danny. He started to sit beside me, then stopped and sat on the other bed that I hadn’t been fucked on. I shook my head. I gave some serious thought to calling Sandra and asking her if she was available. Danny really needed to loosen up about, ‘umm, you know.’
Danny made his selection and I called our order in. My stomach rumbled at the thought of real food. Taking off my shoes, I arranged pillows against the headboard and reclined into them. Danny did the same on his bed.
“So you could call and have another woman here that soon,” Danny asked, continuing our interrupted conversation. He seemed very interested in the thought. “And she’d do, umm, you know, anything?”
“Yes and yes,” I answered. “Well, anything that doesn’t involve bodily harm or threat of arrest. Oh, and it’s pretty short notice so you’ll have to pay extra.”
I pulled out my cell phone. “Would you prefer a blonde, brunette, or redhead?”
Danny looked startled. “NO! I mean, no, thank you. I don’t…”
I laughed at the flustered look on Danny’s rapidly flushing face
“Jeez,” Danny said, shaking his head. “It’s like a whole new world. I knew about, umm, you know, prostitution but never really thought about it. When I did, I thought in terms of women standing on street corners. Smoking cigarettes and waiting for cars to stop. Like on TV.”
“I know what you mean. I thought the same before I met Marla.”
For the rest of our time, while waiting for the food to arrive, Danny stumbled over words while asking more questions. Later, as we were eating at the small table in the room, I waved my fork at Danny before spearing a delicious morsel of baked potato smothered in butter and sour cream. “Look, Danny. Just assume that anything a woman can do with one or more men? I’ve done it. That should shorten your list of questions considerably.”
Danny looked startled. I guess he hadn’t given much thought to my being with more than one man at the same time. Stories of my being gang-banged were better left for the future though. For the rest of our meal, I had Danny laughing at my Furry tale of wearing a tail while dressed up as a cat.
“And you still have the cat costume,” Danny asked at the end.
I shrugged, “The client never called to ask for it back. Maybe he’s moved on to other animals. Anyway, I thought it would make a great Halloween costume.”
I ate the last bit of my blueberry tart and thought about seducing Danny to fuck on the bed where another man had fucked me earlier. I thought about it and discarded the idea. Danny was still processing what I did to make money. He needed to be exposed to my world one little bit at a time. Besides, after two glasses of over-priced wine and with my stomach full, I wanted to go home. It had been a long day and I was committed to getting up early in the morning. So instead of fucking, we took a taxi home.
I usually take a shower both before and after I sleep. Hot water didn’t just get me clean, it relaxed me at night and woke me up in the morning. At night I love the feel of clean skin on clean sheets. In the morning I liked feeling clean and fresh to start my day. In my apartment, I turned off the bright bathroom light and let the dim light from my lamp beside my bed be the only illumination in the shower stall.
Tonight’s shower, with Danny there to wash my back, was even more relaxing. I washed Danny while Danny washed me. Hands glided over soapy skin. Danny was hard in my hands. Danny’s kisses and hands-on various parts of my body had me wet. Danny backed me up towards a wall of the shower. Kisses grew more heated. My willpower was weakening and I wanted what Danny was offering. I tried my last defense by telling Danny I didn’t want to get my hair wet. A hand moved behind me and the water was turned off. I was shivering from the kisses to my neck as my back was pressed against my shower’s cool, tile wall. My legs spread open of their own accord and I realized it was my hand guiding Danny’s cock between my legs. I moved the tip around my slit to wet it. Danny groaned and I sighed in contentment at the same time as he entered me.
Our stand-up loving was slow and satisfying. Kisses and neck nuzzles were plentiful before louder grunts and longer groans caused our lips to separate as Danny began thrusting harder. Because of my longer legs, it was hard for Danny to go deep. It was even hard for him to remain inside me when his thrusts became frantic. After the third time his cock slipped from between my thighs, I pushed Danny away long enough to turn and spread my legs wider. I put my hands against the walls for balance and smiled at Danny over my shoulder as he gripped my hip with one hand and guided his cock tip to my hole with the other. Mounting me, Danny’s thrusts became even more forceful, the sound of his wet flesh pounding against my wet ass cheeks was loud in the small shower. Leaning back to press against Danny’s chest, I moaned as hands gripped my tits to pull me tighter.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” I whispered to Danny. “I want you to come on my face.”
I startled Danny with my request and his thrusting hips stopped. He didn’t seem pleased.
“What? Are you… You don’t need to do things with me that you do for clients.”
“Danny, I don’t do anything with you that I don’t want to,” I said forcefully and ground my ass against him in my desire to get his cock moving again. “I want you to come on my face and not because a client did.”
Danny didn’t answer but his thrusts began again and I leaned forwards to enjoy every inch of cock inside me. I could tell that he was excited at the prospect of painting my face with his cum though he’d be the last to admit it. Certainly, he was more assertive with me than usual, pushing my legs even wider with his knees. Pressing my tits and face against the cool tile of the wall. He took me hard and fast for long minutes until he groaned, “I’m going to come!”
I turned quickly and squatted on my heels. Looking up at Danny with my mouth open, I watched as he stroked his cock a few seconds more before he groaned again and cum entered my mouth. His first cum stream went to the back of my mouth but then Danny’s aim improved and the next and the next and the next and the next cum spurts coated my forehead, cheeks, and chin with thick cum that clung to my skin. Dribbles and drops of cum continued to hit my face and then even they stopped.
When I was convinced Danny’s cock was done producing cum, I opened one eye but kept the eyelid closed that I’d felt cum hit. Cum stings when it gets in your eye. Straightening my back, I took his large purple bulb between my lips. As I sucked on the fleshy tip, Danny milked his shaft to give me the last drops from his shaft. When Danny sighed and moved away to lean against the shower wall opposite me, I remained on my heels.
Even in the shadows of the shower stall, Danny had a good view as I swallowed his cum and smiled. I then used a fingernail to carefully maneuver a thick strand of cum from my closed eye and eyelid. I pushed the cum past my nose and into my mouth. After licking my fingernail clean, I smiled up at Danny and said, “Feed me.”
Danny looked uncertain but then understanding lit his face. A hesitant fingertip hooked a strand of thick cum suspended from my chin and brought it to my waiting mouth. More cum was pushed across my face and into my mouth until my face was cleaned. I looked down as Danny chased and collected more cum that had dropped onto my tits. I waited patiently until he stopped chasing cum tributes from my face and tits and then sucked his fingers clean.
Standing, I let Danny watch me swallow. I have to give Danny credit. When I stepped forwards to pin him to the tile wall, he didn’t pull back from my lips meeting his. But I didn’t try to slip him tongue. Danny was near to being a virgin. Hell, I was pretty damned sure that the number of times Danny had had sex could probably still be counted on the fingers of my two hands. And I wouldn’t need my thumbs… I needed to guide my inexperienced ‘fiance’ to enjoy all things sexual one small step at a time.
Stepping from the shower we dried each other off. My tits and ass cheeks were red from Danny’s vigorous use of his towel but very, very dry I stepped away to turn the light on above the bathroom mirror. Wetting a washcloth, I began using it to clean my face of the last traces of cum. Danny cleared his throat and said, in his own way, “That was… I mean… I can understand why, ahh, your client wanted to, you know…”
Angling my head this way and that to make certain the last vestiges of cum had been removed, I smiled at Danny’s hesitant words as I set down the washcloth. I turned and leaned back against the sink counter. I spread my legs and like a mouse to cheese, Danny moved to stand between my legs. This time when he kissed me, I did slip him tongue… But not much. One step at a time… But, now for another step, I decided as I broke our short kiss.
“Repeat after me,” I whispered as I nuzzled his neck below his ear. “I liked coming on your face…”
Danny looked embarrassed but obediently repeated my sentence without pauses or any, ‘umm, you knows’.
“I liked feeding you my cum,” was my next sentence. Danny repeated it and when we kissed he slipped me a little tongue this time.
I believe it was taken for granted by both of us that Danny would stay with me tonight. Danny followed me to the bed and as we began turning down the covers he asked, “But, why… I mean, what do you enjoy about it?”
I laughed shortly, “I enjoy letting you cum on my face, or anywhere else because I know that you enjoy it. I enjoy it because I like the taste of your cum. And I enjoy it because it’s easier to clean my face than between my legs before bed.”
“Ah-ha! So there’s a practical reason as well,” Danny laughed. I set my seldom-used alarm clock and turned the lamp off. As we met under the sheets, I squirmed into my favorite cuddling position. I was relaxed and in the middle of a yawn when Danny’s voice from the darkness asked, “Would you show me your cat costume some night?”
“Maybe. If you promise to make it worth my time,” I answered with a quiet purr as a hand moved under the bed covers to clasp my breast.
It was probably the thought of me in a cat costume that had Danny growing hard again. The distant light from a street lamp shining through my new, powder blue drapes had everything in my room tinted a soft blue. His mouth found mine and my nipples got hard as Danny’s hand-molded my tits. I didn’t say no when his hand left my tits to slip under my panties. I only moaned and slowly moved my hips as a Smurf-ish, purple-tinted Danny began to slowly finger my pussy while his mouth continued sucking my nipples to excruciating hardness. I didn’t say no as my panties were pulled down past my knees until I could move one leg to slide it free. And I didn’t say no when hands on my thighs spread my legs. I certainly didn’t say no when I felt Danny’s cock tip enter me. I had a fleeting thought that my attempt to keep my sheets clean of wet spots was shot to shit as Danny slid into me. But then I stopped thinking and surrendered to the nice, the very nice, feelings Danny was causing me between my legs.
Our sex was slow with time for roaming hands to explore and delve into every crevice. Kisses were plentiful and I was pretty sure I’d have a hickey on my neck under my right ear in the morning. Danny’s thrusts became more forceful. My ass was pressed deeper into the mattress as I took his thrusts between my legs. My moans were deeper, too, in appreciation of the fucking I was receiving. Without thinking about it, my knees were bending as my legs spread wider. My pussy was in control of my muscles now. When Danny rose above me on locked arms, my feet were rising to point towards my ceiling. Through half-closed eyes, I saw Danny enjoy watching my large tits move and bounce in rhythm to his stroking cock.
I was breathing hard in between gasps as breath was forced from me by Danny’s thrusts. I was giving serious thought to an orgasm when Danny whispered in my ear, ‘I want to come in your mouth.’ Danny had said it without an ‘ah’ or ‘umm’ or ‘you know.’ Not even an embarrassed pause…
I smiled lazily up into Danny’s shadowy face, my hips still slowly moving under Danny. Caught up in my own passion I whispered, “Do it!” A couple of minutes later Danny was still moving between my legs, fucking me hard, his breathing and moans changing as he neared his completion. I raised my head up from my pillow and opened my mouth when Danny whispered, ‘Oh fuck…’, at the same time as he pulled his cock from between my legs. Danny moved quickly to straddle my tits. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his pussy scented cock and rasped my tongue against the shaft as Danny began mouth fucking me.
I didn’t get my orgasm but I didn’t care. My little nerd is growing up, I thought as cum coated my tongue. Considering that Danny had come only a little while before, it was a large load I swallowed.
Chapter Seventeen…
The Present…
This morning started much like yesterday’s: loud music shocking me awake, a heavy body on top of me turning off the music, my neck receiving delicious nuzzles… Except, this morning Danny wasn’t in any hurry to leave me to get dressed for work. Instead, there was movement of flesh on flesh as a warm body moved to slip back under the covers to nestle against me… And then on top of me. It all felt wonderful but… I turned my head to the side and covered my mouth with a hand when Danny tried to kiss me. I reached with my other hand and stopped him from pulling my panties down.
“Mmm… Danny, I know that in the movies morning wake-up sex looks great, but I need to pee and I’m always worried about morning breath before I brush my teeth.”
“I understand,” Danny said, still on top of me but pulling his mouth back. He didn’t move off me but his hands stopped trying to pull my panties off and his mouth moved to the side of my neck instead of my mouth.
Wait a minute!!! Danny’s breath smelled minty fresh!! I blinked a gummy eye open and asked. “How long have you been awake?”
“A while,” Danny murmured into my flesh just under my ear causing me to shudder. “I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I guess it’s all those years of having to do farm chores before school that has me in the habit of waking up early.”
“Well, at least you didn’t wake me up,” I smiled behind my hand. Danny raised his head and I noticed him giving my alarm clock a guilty glance.
I blinked until I could focus on my alarm clock. “You son-of-a-bitch!” I accused. “You reset my alarm half an hour early.”
Danny grinned, looking down at me and no longer looking guilty. He looked hungry. “I didn’t want to be in a hurry this morning.”
“You horny bastard.” I covered my mouth through another long yawn. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a morning person. I can’t enjoy a kiss while I’m worried about morning breath and unless you move off my kidneys? I’m gonna pee all over you.”
Danny laughed and slipped off to lie beside me. When I asked if he’d put the toilet seat down, Danny continued his move and left the bed. I shook my head and wondered how long it would take my nerd to learn bathroom etiquette when he shared a toilet with a female. When Danny walked out of the bathroom, I walked in and shut the door. I did my business and brushed my teeth. It was cool in my apartment. My warm, fluffy bathrobe was hanging on the bathroom door and I slipped it on. When I opened the bathroom door I could smell coffee being brewed. I followed my nose to the kitchen and measured cream and sugar into a mug in anticipation of coffee. I was in the middle of yet another yawn when Danny backed me against a kitchen counter. This time I didn’t turn my mouth away from his kiss even as a hand slipped through the opening of my robe to fondle my breast.
I let Danny have his fun until I heard the gurgle-gurgle-pfft-gurgle-pfft sound that signaled all the water had run through the coffee maker. We separated to sip our coffee in silence for a bit as caffeine woke us up. When Danny gulped the last drops in his cup and moved to pin me between him and the counter again, I stilled his hands when they tried to open my bathrobe. I shook my head ‘No’ and told Danny in a merry voice, “Since you woke me up early we have time to do chores.” Keeping Danny in an excited state seemed a fitting punishment for waking me early.
“I know what chores I want to do,” Danny mock growled and pinned me tighter between his body and the counter. I felt the hard cock hidden under his boxers rubbing against my mound.
“Hold that thought until tonight,” I said while putting my finger across his lips when he tried to kiss me again. “For now though, go downstairs and collect all your dirty laundry. Sheets, pillowcases, underwear… Everything! And bring it all up here.”
Danny definitely wasn’t thinking about laundry and maybe, probably, definitely if he’d pushed the matter I would have forgotten about laundry, too. But instead, he nodded and left my apartment. Danny brought his laundry and added it to the pile I had on my bed. He held up a pair of red thong panties and observed, “My laundry never had it so good.”
“My cleaner can have dirty thoughts about me now,” I grinned. “This is the first time I’ve had men’s clothes mixed with mine.”
I crushed all our clothes into my large, wheeled hamper I could roll to my cleaners later, and then we made up my bed with clean sheets. I showed Danny how to tuck the corners in to my satisfaction. Danny joined me for my morning shower though we didn’t have time for the game of Hide-The-Salami he’d been looking forward to this morning. We were in the real world now. Where there were schedules to keep. While we dried off I asked Danny if he wanted a Slutty/Sexy fiance or a Nice/Sexy fiance to show off to his co-workers. He decided on Nice/Sexy.
Danny sat on the foot of my bed to watch me do my makeup. I was in panties and a bra, standing in front of the bathroom mirror swiping on blush when Danny stood up to move behind me. I stopped putting on make-up and shivered as soft kisses trailed from one side of my neck to the other. He softly said something about parting is such sweet sorrow or something like that before going downstairs to his apartment to dress. Being a call girl gives me plenty of practice in dressing quickly. I was ready by the time Danny returned dressed in his work clothes.
We had a long subway ride to a part of town I’d never been to. I put my head on Danny’s shoulder and dozed until our stop. I am not a morning person! I woke to abandoned buildings and industrial leftovers in rundown condition. The sky was blue with a promise of warmth later in the day. This was proving to be a long Springtime with cool mornings and warm, dry days. It was a short walk to a very large, fenced lot that looked like it was where rubble came to die. A concrete and brick building that was barely distinguishable from the piles of debris scattered about was the office. It was cold in the office but I shucked my jacket once I was inside.
I’d selected my clothes with care. A green, close-fitting knit pullover that molded to my tits and small waist. It had a scoop neck that showed a small amount of cleavage and hinted there was much more left unseen. It was an outfit that showed off my assets yet could be worn to an office. My tits got the most attention but I made certain to flash my engagement ring. Of course, I charmed all of Danny’s co-workers.
I met Danny’s boss and hopefully his report to Danny’s mom would be favorable. Danny had told me I couldn’t wear heels where he worked so I’d brought tennis shoes to exchange my heels for. Wearing a safety helmet at a jaunty angle, I crunched across pebbles, gravel, and broken chunks of brick to a not-so-distant part of the yard. In front of me was a huge pile of loose bricks at least ten feet tall. Behind me were wooden pallets with different types of brick stacked on them.
“So! What I do is separate any bricks still stuck together and knock off any mortar still on the bricks,” Danny informed me as he picked up a rock hammer. “Then I stack the bricks by type on the pallets.”
Danny had told me this the previous evening. I still found it difficult to process. “This is what you do,” I asked, still not quite believing him. Danny nodded.
“And you get paid to do this?”
Danny nodded again.
“Why?!”
“I told you I’d have to show you what I do for you to understand,” Danny laughed. “You see, when the company wins a bid to tear an old building down, my boss will truck the bricks here. These are old bricks. Many of them are over a hundred years old. Modern bricks look nothing like them. So, let’s say someone wants something built today but he wants it to look a hundred years old… He’ll want these bricks. Believe me, my salary is nothing compared to what the company charges for these old bricks.”
“I can’t believe people will pay so much for bricks,” I said, picking up a brick and only half believing Danny.
“Old bricks,” Danny stressed. “There’s big money in hand-hewed beams from old barns and houses. Weathered lumber planks… Old poured glass panes… You’d be amazed at what rich people want built to look old.”
“You mean rich idiots. No way will I waste my millions on this crap,” I declared and tossed the brick back onto the pile. Dusting off my hands I added, “I want a yacht! Not some old/new building or wall.”
I looked around. There was no shelter at the brick pile. “You work here part-time when college is in session, what do you do when it’s cold or raining?”
“I dress warmly and when it rains or snows there’s always something I can help out with, in the office or the warehouse.”
Now I knew how Danny stayed so buff. Moving heavy armloads of bricks from one pile to another would be a nice workout. ‘For some, but not for me,’ I thought. I had other ways to work off calories. More comfortable and enjoyable ways.
Danny’s co-workers were watching us from the office windows so I moved close to put my arms around Danny’s neck, molding my body to his for a long kiss with tongue. For their entertainment, I reached down to grab double handfuls of tight ass cheeks before saying goodbye. I returned to the office to drop off my hardhat but didn’t stay long. I had to go back to my apartment. I had a subway to catch and laundry to drop off at my cleaners before meeting the guy I had an appointment to fuck.
I was tired of subways so I caught a taxi to the office building where I was to give a nooner to my first client. In the taxi, I called Danny to test out his new Bluetooth. It worked perfectly. He could work and talk at the same time. Danny was much more interested in what I was doing than what he was doing. Where I was going and what I’d be doing once I got there. The taxi cab driver seemed very interested, too.
I had another incoming call from Marla so I had to put Danny on hold to take it. Marla had called to offer me a Cinderella Date for Friday. I called night appointments Cinderella Dates because they ended at midnight or the price Marla charged for my services went up. Way up! What Marla was offering me was a looong Cinderella Date that might last until Sunday night.
A rich guy was hosting a poker game for some high rollers. The game would start Friday evening and last until Sunday evening or until there was one guy with all the money. The rich guy did this every three or four months. He invited equally rich friends and some well-known professional poker players to add some class to his games. I’d been the ‘hostess’ for the last game and the host had requested Marla to send me for this game.
The money I’d earned from the previous poker game had bought me my living room furniture. My very expensive furniture.
“Do you want the assignment,” Marla asked.
“Hell, yeah!” I said after doing the math and deciding I wouldn’t be on the rag this weekend. I’m very regular and there was a two-day grace period before my period started. I reminded Marla of the days I wouldn’t be working next week. Marla never understood why I didn’t work during ‘that time of the month.’ She always reminded me that she had clients who liked earning their ‘Red Badge Of Courage’. As for me? The thought was just icky! Even a whore has to have limits. Besides, getting fucked several times a day really wasn’t as exciting as Danny thought. I liked having my days off.
I was already making plans about what I could do with the money I’d earn. Plus, it was an easy gig. Most of the time I’d be serving drinks, making sandwiches, and emptying ashtrays. All while looking sexy, of course. My only other duty was to be available if a player wanted to take a break from the game for a trip to a bedroom. I would also be expected to make myself available to console players who’d lost their stake and were out of the game.
Marla told me to be outside her office building at a time on Friday. A car would pick me up. Marla didn’t know where the poker game would be held. The last time I’d been a ‘hostess’ the driver hadn’t even known the final destination. He’d gotten a call to let him know after he’d picked me up. This would be a cash game with a half-million buy-in. There would be three to four million dollars in cash at this game and security would be tight.
While I had Marla on the phone I told her of my desire for more Cinderella Dates and fewer nooners. Marla had been in favor of this ever since I’d rented my small apartment and moved ‘permanently’ to the city from my parents’ house. The reason? I made Marla more money being an ‘escort’ for a couple of nights than I would for a week of nooners. Plus, they were easy assignments. Like the one this weekend. I’d be tired by Sunday when the game broke up but I’d also be several thousand dollars richer.
I had my own reasons for wanting more Cinderella Dates. There was the added money, of course, but my real reason? I’d had more fun on the few Cinderella Dates I’d agreed to than I had giving nooners. There were some Preferred Customers I’d continue to see. Charlie, for certain. I liked being tied up. And there was Harry, whose name was always followed with a silent ‘the Horse’ in my head because, well, do I really need to explain?
I disconnected from Marla to call Danny back to inform him that he would have to occupy himself this weekend. I told him why and he went quiet. “C’mon, Danny. Don’t be like this,” I said. “You knew I’d have to do things like this. We agreed I’d need to keep my regular job to remain ‘under the radar’ of anyone looking for me. If I turned down an easy, high-paying job…”
“I know. I do know but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Danny replied in a grumpy voice.
I disconnected when the taxi pulled up to the address I’d given. I went up and pretended that the old guy with the flabby body and small dick on top of me was the best lover in the world. He was inside me and humping away when he suddenly stopped in mid-hump. I was playing with my tits for his enjoyment and his gaze was fixed on my left hand.
“Are you engaged,” he asked incredulously. I’d forgotten I was wearing my ‘engagement ring’. This was hardly the time for a long explanation so I just answered Yes.
“Does he know what you do?”
I decided that one lie deserved another so I said my fiance didn’t know how I earned my money. This seemed to excite the man on top of me. My being engaged had caused a subtle change in our relationship. I wasn’t just a whore he’d hired. I was a fellow cheater! He was cuckolding another man’s woman!
I’d fucked him before. Those times he was a one-time-only fuck. Today he was so excited he came twice. After I left his office and cleaned between my legs in a ladies’ room, I caught a taxi to a hotel for my second appointment. In the taxi, I counted the tip he’d slipped into my bra. It was more than double what he usually tipped. Who says cheating doesn’t pay? The tip didn’t move the old guy up to my Preferred Customer list but it made his big pot belly more bearable.
My second client had pretty much the same reaction as my first. He became more excited, more energetic when he noticed my ring and I explained that my fiance had no idea I was cheating on him. Again I got a larger than usual tip before he left. Lying on the bed counting my money, I wondered why I hadn’t bought myself a ring long ago if it caused such a reaction! I guess men liked the idea of being a cuckolding secret lover more than being a paying client.
I was in my apartment picking out the outfits I’d need for the weekend when Danny arrived. He’d showered in his apartment and smelled like soap. Danny may not have liked what I would be doing this weekend but he certainly approved of my wardrobe as I modeled it for him.
“I start off sexy and end as slutty submissive,” I said and began to prove it. My first outfit was a simple A-Line, sleeveless dress. I wear it for greeting the players and setting up the table. I’d wear it until drinks were served and everyone was intent on the game.
Later, I’d change to progressively more provocative outfits. I’d take enough clothes to change about once every twelve hours. Danny was very much in favor of these dresses, each dress showing more skin.
It was my next-to-last outfit that had Danny barely able to stay seated on my couch. I had to put my hand on Danny’s chest to keep him seated. This ‘dress’ consisted of a sliver of fabric suspended from a collar. Just wide enough to cover me from nipple to nipple. It did nothing to cover a large expanse of side boob. If I leaned even slightly to one side or the other, a breast would be exposed to view. The sliver of filmy fabric was gathered at my waist by a belt before it continued to the floor. My pussy and ass crack were covered from view but my long legs were completely exposed. If I leaned forwards as if to serve a drink to a seated player, gravity pulled the swath of fabric and quite a gap would form between fabric and my crotch. Much, much more than enough of a gap to leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that I wasn’t wearing panties of any kind. Leaning over to give Danny a demonstration, I took Danny’s hand in mine and put it on my bare hip. As I knew it would, Danny’s hand moved to cup and finger my bald pussy.
“The smallest chip in the game is worth a thousand dollars,” I whispered in Danny’s ear. “By now the players are a little punch drunk from lack of sleep. You’d be amazed at how many chips will be left in my pussy cleft.”
Danny groaned just thinking about it. I pulled his hand from my pussy and left him sitting on the couch to change into my final outfit. It was this outfit that caused Danny’s jaw to drop to the floor as I came out of my bedroom and knelt before him. My ‘outfit’ was nothing but a leather collar with a metal leash.
“What the hell,” Danny whispered.
“By now the players still in the game are suffering from lack of sleep and may need a little bit of added excitement. I’ll kneel on the floor near the table,” I said and got on my knees. “I can still get up to serve drinks and sandwiches. But it won’t be long before someone discovers that he can command me if he holds my leash. Anyone who holds my leash can command me.”
I remained on my knees before Danny and put the leather handle of my leash in my mouth to demonstrate how I would wait beside the players.
Danny shook his head in disbelief. I remained kneeling, motionless in front of him. I wondered if Danny would take the hint.
“So anyone can ask you to do anything?”
I shook my head, No, and freed my mouth long enough to answer, “Anyone holding my leash can command me to do anything.”
Danny finally leaned forward and took hold of the leather handle and I opened my mouth to release it. I immediately lowered my forehead to touch the floor and like Barbara Eden in I Dream Of Jeannie, I asked, “What is your wish, Master.”
Danny laughed, “You’re telling me that however holds the leash can command you?”
That was a question, not a command, so I remained on my knees, silent with my head lowered.
Danny wasn’t an idiot and he commanded me to stand up.
Whispering a subservient, Yes, Master… I did.
Danny stood up from the couch. “Don’t respond in any way to what I do,” he commanded and pushed a hand between my legs.
I kept my head bowed but had to bite my lip from moaning in gratification as Danny began to finger my pussy. Trying on my outfits in front of Danny… Seeing how he’d salivated at seeing me in sexy dresses while knowing I’d be exposed like this in front of other men… I’d been excited and, God, I was wet. A fact Danny became aware of as soon as his fingers penetrated me. Two fingers began slowly fucking my pussy while a thumb began to circle my clit… My thighs trembled and I couldn’t stop the whimper that formed in the back of my throat.
Shit! I wanted an orgasm! For two days Danny had fucked me. Older, flabby men in offices and hotel rooms had fucked me.
Damn it! I didn’t just want an orgasm. I was practically vibrating in my desire to come!
As commanded, I stayed as quiet as I could. My legs began trembling the longer Danny fingered me. I couldn’t stop the soft moans that signaled my need for release when a thumb pressed hard against my engorged clit.
