Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 11
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Dani's studio wants her for another movie
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Light Bond Exhibitionism
Thursday morning, August 19, 2021
After Brandon turned the corner out of the parking lot and was out of sight, I continued to stare down the street, wondering if my life would ever be the same, so much was going through my mind. It wasn’t just him, it was me, realizing how much I’d changed in only a week
It was a week ago today that I’d left Robert at the airport, several hours short of a full week. I’d worked at the club for a total of five nights, only three as a ‘stripper’, and already, I’d felt the changes. I wanted to go home, to my husband, my family, my friends, and I felt like I’d abandoned my horse, Honey.
I wasn’t acting, not even just learning, I WAS a stripper, a sex worker, paid for sex, even if it wasn’t ‘all the way’. And the thing was ... I loved it! I wasn’t even certain that I could leave it when the time came.
I’d come here deathly afraid, convinced I’d walk away before performing on that stage. Now? I feel more sexually liberated than I have in my life, both in the club and out.
Where had that gotten me? In love with a man who I can have zero future with. I know he’ll be back, and he’s going to want me to move into an apartment with him, probably some million-dollar, romantic condo on the beach or some such thing, and how am I going to say no? I know that I already told him no, but I don’t think he’s the type of man who’s going to just accept it ... and I’m not so sure that I want him to.
Katie’s Prius drove into the parking lot, and I’d forgotten all about going apartment hunting with her this morning. I still had a million things to do first, so I abandoned my feeling sorry for myself and hurried inside, leaving the door open for her.
I wanted to call my husband, talk to him, anchor myself, at least a little
Clothes needed washed and others put away, maybe that’s not quite a million things, but it seemed like it. When I went inside, I looked at my apartment with disgust, remembering how I’d been desperate when I rented it, wanting to make my own way. The studio had paid me a little living expense money the month I was with Detective Royer, and I’d saved up some so that I could afford an apartment. This was it ... ugh!
I hadn’t counted it all yet, but by my quick calculations, I had a little over five-thousand dollars, a thousand dollars per night in the club, and my ‘stripper’ nights were much more lucrative than waitressing. I had four more nights before my tattoos, so I counted out two-thousand to rent a place.
Katie came in the door, “Girl, you REALLY need a different apartment,” she told me, looking around.
I laughed, “Ya think so? What’s the first clue?”
I tossed clothes in the ancient washer, along with some laundry soap, and started it, then checked my closet for something to wear apartment hunting. Somehow, my club clothes didn’t seem quite appropriate, not that I had much else. I could see another clothes-buying trip in my very near future.
I found a skirt and blouse in my closet. The skirt was short and the blouse had a deep ‘V’, but they were wearable. I had nothing except thongs and a couple bras that were ‘passable’. I looked at myself in the mirror and still looked a lot like a hooker on the prowl, but I liked it. My clothing taste had changed significantly in the last week.
“Just a tad bit of makeup and I’ll be ready,” I told Katie. After I said it, I realized I would never have even thought about makeup for a simple shopping trip. This was an apartment-hunting trip, but same thing.
I did my lipstick, a little blush and eyeliner, then a dab of perfume, and I was ready to go. “I need to be back by noon to get my clothes downstairs to the laundromat to dry,” I told her, and we were off.
“I checked with my apartment manager and they have a couple vacant one-bedrooms. They’re twenty-five-hundred a month, but I doubt you’ll find anything decent much cheaper. You want to look at one of those?”
I laughed, ‘decent’, that would be a gigantic upgrade from what I had. About twice the rent but I thought I’d be able to afford it, and I did a little math in my head, I had four nights at the club before the tattoo session, so I was sure I’d have enough, unless some disaster befell me.
I signed the rental agreement, month-to-month, twenty-five-hundred like Katie said, but there was also that little thing I didn’t even know existed, a thousand-dollar security deposit. I’d get that back when I leave, but I didn’t care about then, it was now that I needed my money. The apartment was empty, no furniture, so I had that to deal with too, besides all the other little unavoidable expenses, like food and clothes. I realized that, as much as Brandon and I bought, my clothing supply was still vastly short, especially at the club, where I needed at least four or five outfits every night.
But I didn’t have time to worry about that, it was nearly one by the time I was back in my little grunge apartment, and only a couple hours until I needed to be at the club. At least Katie and I had eaten a salad at McDonald’s so I didn’t have to worry about hunger for a little while, but one important thing – I texted Robert and asked him to call me if he could, before two-thirty, my time.
Then I set to work with my clothes, getting them in the dryer, then folded and put up what stayed in the apartment, leaving most in my suitcase to take back to the club, which once again, revealed how few street clothes I owned. My next shopping trip was going to be with no man along with one thing on his mind – sexy, not that I wouldn’t, but at least in moderation. I’d have at least a few street clothes.
I got the text back from Robert right before Katie was picking me up, apologizing for not calling, but the store was too busy. It seemed his store was always busy, which he loves, but ... I texted him back, telling him that I’d call after work for sure.
At the club I was waitressing again the first few hours so donned my g-string and pasties. I’d come to love wearing them, a good warmup and tease for later.
It was Thursday night, so it seemed a little like the calm before the storms that would be on the weekend. My highlight was that the Brothers Grimm were back in the club, and Jeremy and I had a very steamy-hot makeout session in back, me naked, him shirtless. The man has muscles on his muscles, and I can’t even begin to explain how badly I wanted to feel him inside me. God, how hard it was to keep him inside his pants.
He left me pretty much a quivering mass, and pro wrestling must be pretty lucrative – twelve-hundred dollars richer.
I was still hoping to collect on my ‘winnings’ from that other night, a ticket to a match followed by ... oh yeah!
It was just a little after ten when Jeff informed me that Brandon had beaten the Yankees again, four-two. At least our few days together hadn’t affected his left arm, but just the reminder left me aching.
I skipped what had become my trademark, sling-shooting my panties into the crowd after my last strip, because that same guy who’d filled my garter with fifty dollar bills the night before was there again with more of the same as I took my clothes off, and I invited him to the Champagne Room instead.
Wise choice, except for the state Jules left me in afterward. The man knew how to tease and pleasure a girl. His lips on my tits were ... oh my! And somehow, his fingers knew exactly how to bring a girl to the brink of an orgasm, shattering into frustration – numerous times.
And then I discovered that ‘he’ was a ‘she’, with a few not so minor surgical and medicinal alterations. I left him/her knowing that he could use me as his toy any time.
Except for the fact that I didn’t have Brandon Lucas or anyone else to go home with afterward, just a lonely, lumpy bed, not even ‘Alan’, my nice big stress-relief toy.
Of course, I could have called the real Alan and April, they were just a few miles away. I’m sure they’d have been very happy to accommodate my needs, except that I was still wanting to do this on my own, hard as I was beginning to realize that it was going to be.
I’m not sure what the top of the libido alert level is, but whatever, I was there. Except, I was afraid it was just going to get higher with every night at the club. If only Jules, previously Julie, hadn’t been quite so precise in knowing the very last second to deny a girl ... repeatedly.
By the way, Jules showed me a picture from ‘his’ previous life. He was gorgeous, a lot like Jen, why a girl like that would want to transition...?
Katie dropped me off at my grunge apartment. I couldn’t wait to be in the new one. It was a little after two in the morning, eleven at home, and the first thing I did was call Robert, a real phone call this time. He must have been waiting with his phone in hand, it had barely rung when he answered.
I watched the ball game between the Mariners and Yankees that evening, still in disbelief that Dani and Brandon Lucas, the guy pitching for the Mariners, had been an ‘item’ for three days, four nights, the visions from those nights roiling through my head. As long as Dani had fantasized and teased about Brandon Lucas, I couldn’t even imagine what must have been going through her mind.
One out in the eighth, the Mariners had a three-one lead, and Brandon had given up two singles, so they called in a reliever, no complete game. One of the runs scored on a sacrifice, and at the end of the inning it was three-two. The Mariners picked up one more with a solo home run in the ninth, and the game ended four-two, Brandon Lucas’s win number seventeen.
After the game, I went to bed with my phone in hand, hooked up to the TV, just in case. I laid there, scrolling through the pictures that Dani had sent, her images filling our seventy-five-inch Sony. Every one was so sexy, it was hard to believe that they were her, my Daniella. Again and again I scrolled; the ones of Dani wearing that nearly nothing top and that skirt, with Brandon Lucas, the two kissing on the TIKI boat; Dani in that sexy dress, almost a replica of the one I’d bought her in Tampa in my dream the night she’d first gotten back together with Alan Ryder, and I visualized how he’d taken it off her, then how Brandon Lucas had taken it off her for real.
The images, every one, was ... unbearable!
The phone rang at eleven-fifteen, just Dani, or...?
I clicked the green, answer button, another message asking me to accept a video call. I had no idea what to expect, another lover? I clicked on accept and it was Dani, just her beautiful face filling my screen, with me down in the corner.
“Hi,” I told her, my pulse racing.
“Hi,” she answered, the two of us just staring at each other for what seemed like minutes.
“You okay?” she finally asked.
I nodded, “You?”
“I want to come home so bad,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes.
“I know, I miss you just as much, maybe more.”
We talked for, I don’t know, probably the next twenty minutes. I told her that everyone keeps asking about her, wondering; that her mom has been enjoying riding Honey, her dad, Apollo, keeping them both occupied; that there’s nothing new with the kids or Jen, other than they all ask about her.
She told me about her new apartment and how anxious she is to move, about the ‘Brothers Grimm’, and she giggled, talking about them. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more than what she was telling me.
She asked if I’d found the key yet, and I refocused the phone on my dick, or rather, the plastic cage it was trapped in. “Guess my hiding place must be pretty secure then,” she said with a giggle.
“Ya think...”
“When I get home,” she answered before I even finished asking the question.
She stood, “You want to see what I’ve learned at work?” she asked, toying with her blouse.
I nodded, “Yeah,” damn right!
Dani smiled, taking her phone into her bathroom. What I saw of her apartment was ... surprising.
She set her phone down on the lavatory where my view was straight up, a big crack across the mirror, and then began putting on makeup. Unlike at home, she was done in a matter of minutes. “I know you can’t smell it but I can,” and she spritzed herself in several places with perfume. That little bottle looked like ... I recognized it, the perfume I’d bought her that night in my dream and instantly, the scent hit me, just like I remembered. How do you recognize a scent from a dream?
It was strong, and I closed my eyes for just a moment, breathing deeply, smelling the lusty, femininity, so fucking sexy!
I remembered what that sales girl had said, ‘Would drive both Dani and her man crazy with lust.’
It did, too! And if that’s what she’s been wearing at the club...
Dani’s makeup too, I recognized it from that night in my dream, and my cock pressed tightly, painfully tightly, inside its cage. I wished she was wearing the dress she’d bought, also from that night. Instead, it was a silky, sleeveless blouse with a deep V, showing lots of cleavage. It was something she might have worn here, albeit with a bra underneath.
She took her phone in the living room and closed the curtain that looked more like a sheet placed over the window. “Want to see what I’ve been learning here?” she asked.
I nodded, watching my wife smile into the phone, showing off that sexy, perfect, twenty-something face, bringing her lips closer to the lens. “I wish this was the real you so I could kiss you like I kissed that man tonight after I was naked on the stage. His name was Jules, and his fingers were so talented inside my pussy after.”
A moment later, as I lay on the bed panting, she set her phone down and began to dance in front of it. I’ve seen Dani take off her clothes so many hundreds of times, thousands, but never like she did then. By the time she slid her panties, nothing but a tiny thong, down her legs, I was so lost, hardly able to breathe, imagining her on a stage in front of who-knows-how-many-people.
She stood, her legs slightly spread apart, eyes closed, licking her lips, and pinching her nipples, moaning, gyrating her hips. “It’s such a turn-on when the club’s full, at least a couple-hundred people, watching me take my clothes off, then I put on a sexy babydoll and entice someone to go to one of the back rooms, letting them take it off me and play with my body,” and her hand went to between her legs, her moaning getting louder. “Sometimes, it’s just ... unbearable ... like now,” and two fingers disappeared inside her, sliding in and out. “This is what Jules did to me tonight...” and her fingers went deeper, her moans growing louder and so real.
She started to whimper, her body shaking, her breathing ragged, when she pulled her fingers out, “Until he leaves me like this, then does it all over again, not letting me come,” and she repeated with her fingers inside her until she was whimpering all over again and pulled them out.
“Four times he brought me to the brink, never once letting me finish. He knew exactly how to torment me without letting me come.”
She looked directly into the phone, “I’ve been desperate all night, can I ... finish now ... please?” and moaned, her fingers pressed inside her pussy.
Fuck!!!
I knew what Dani desperately wanted me to say. “No, not tonight,” I told her, seeing another side of my wife that I’d never known existed.
She lay on the floor, rocking back and forth, moaning, sucking her fingers that had been inside her.
She looked up into the phone, smiled, then said, “Love you,” and clicked her phone off. I lay there, stunned at the changes in my Daniella in only one week. ONE WEEK!
Who would be coming home to me after three months? Could she or will she even want to transition back into her life here in Kennewick?
All I knew for damned sure was that that cage had to go! That cage was the stupidest, most idiotic things I’ve ever done, then compounding it by telling Dani to hide the key and not tell me where it was. I HAVE to find that fucking key! The search renews as soon as I’m home from the store.
And I wanted Dani home, God, how I wanted her home.
I hadn’t intended to go that far, it just ... mushroomed, and then I paid the price. I had cold sweats in bed, the need just overwhelming. I thought of that last night with Robert, the lovemaking with Brandon, and it was unbearable. I’d have given anything for an ice-cold shower, and finally climbed out of bed, filling the tub with cold water, and lowered myself in.
I sat in it, shivering, willing it to take the pain away, at least a half-hour before I climbed out and dried myself, stiff from the cold, but at least somewhat sated. I climbed in my bed naked, wishing that I had a rough, flannel nightgown to wear. At least the lumpy mattress gave me something to think about besides the other. I discovered in very short order that a cold bath and lumpy mattress aren’t even remotely satisfying.
Morning was still a long time coming with very little sleep. I got up knowing that in a few hours I’d have to do the same thing all over, again with no relief.
I ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast and wished I had something to wear that wasn’t quite so sexy. I settled for another short leather skirt and satin blouse, then realized I had to buy some different underwear for days like this. The satin or lace thongs, g-strings, and bras I owned simply weren’t conducive to taming a girl’s libido. I chuckled, almost wishing I hadn’t thrown away those ugly, granny panties from Salvation Army.
I went in the bathroom, planning on doing my makeup and a little perfume and almost decided to skip them but couldn’t resist.
In the end, when I backed up and looked at myself in the mirror, I still looked like a sexy minx, and felt like it too, then unbuttoned one more button on my blouse.
I’d looked up the nearest Aaron’s and walked down to Westshore Street to catch a bus. Yes, I enjoyed the men looking at me on the bus, my short skirt and cleavage from the loose buttons of my top. I wondered about going back home, how little of my old wardrobe would fit in with my new wants.
I found the store, then picked out some furniture and a TV, compromising between nice and inexpensive, a little less than three-hundred dollars a month for the living room, bedroom, dining sets and TV. They said the earliest it could be delivered would be Monday morning, which was perfect. Since I was going to be out, I called Katie and confirmed she’d be able to let them in the apartment, paid for the first month, and was set. Monday I’d have a decent place to live!
Then I did a little more clothes shopping. I needed everyday clothes but felt like my most immediate need was a little more variety for the club. I’d asked Rose and she suggested a store by the name of ‘Lovers’ on West Gandy Boulevard. It was only a little after ten, I still had several hours when I finished at Aaron’s, so I checked my bus map and figured out the route.
I had to laugh at myself when I arrived. At home I wouldn’t have dreamed shopping in it, I think even more than Frederick’s of Hollywood, it sold sex – and a lot cheaper than Frederick’s. I chuckled, thinking that Robert would be like a kid in a candy store, especially since I’d be quite a lot more open to feeding his fantasies. I found several lingerie sets, one I absolutely had to have that was only eighteen dollars, that I couldn’t wait to wear out on the floor, a couple more babydolls, and three more outfits for taking off. Just looking at the ‘clothes’ made me soaked, not that it took much anymore.
The sales girl also sold me a new skin lotion, Sunshine Silk. She said she used it and wow, how her skin glowed, beautiful. She’d let me feel the softness of her legs too, and I’d wondered how high she’d have let my hands wander if another customer hadn’t approached her asking a question.
It was shortly after one when I got back to my apartment. All my new clothes were going to the club so I left them bagged and made myself a salad while I filled the tub with water, warm this time. I was proud of my body and wanted to keep it trim and fit, hence the salad instead of the sandwich I’d rather have had.
Soaking in the tub, I smiled, wondering about who I might be making out with later. I was seriously beginning to love the unknown. I closed my eyes, remembering ... Jeremy Grimm, his giant dick filling my throat, ‘Onnika’ – eating her pussy, Jules and his magic fingers ... and moaned.
My legs had been lasered, every inch, and I ran my hand down one, feeling its baby smooth softness, wanting so badly to ... just for a moment, my fingers in my pussy, and I moaned, so tempted, knowing that if I even began to touch myself...
I was so thankful I didn’t have to shave my pussy lips, the laser treatment had taken care of that, but still ... the temptation...
I felt the other leg, running my fingers over the smooth skin, not stopping where I knew I should have ... just a touch ... and two fingers slid inside...
I closed my eyes, imagining, Jules’ magical fingers, touching myself like he had, groaning ... and pulled my fingers out, same as he had, breathing hard...
I climbed out of the tub, still shaking and desperately wanting to relieve the ache in my pussy.
I picked up my new skin cream, its scent was vanilla and tangerines, and I loved it, it felt so good going on and gave my skin that same soft, supple glow as on Terri, the salesgirl. I knew I hadn’t seen the last of her, maybe...
Putting on the cream, I was so tempted to resume what I’d started in the tub, but I checked my watch and Katie was going to be here in fifteen-minutes to pick me up.
It was going to be a long night at the club, not only because of my already-heightened libido but literally, it’s open until three Friday and Saturday nights.
I put on the new, red satin shelf bra and matching g-string I’d bought, then the light red, semi-sheer top, and my leather skirt, the one with the big gap on one side that I’d worn all day with Brandon, a new pair of red heels, and I was ready five minutes before I saw Katie’s car pull into the lot.
She was dressed to kill too, and suggested that some night we should skip the club and go nightclub-hopping, see who we could pick up. “What would your boyfriend think about that?” I asked her, and she just looked over at me with a smile on her face.
At the club, I enjoyed Jeff’s eyes traveling up and down my body, “Girl, what did you do to yourself? Whatever it was, I love it.” Then before I could tell him about the new skin lotion, he told me, “You should try something different, I want you to do the first dance, then we’ll give you a chair and you can put on your waitress costume on the stage, and go straight out on the floor.”
He hesitated a few seconds, his mind working, “It’s always turned me on seeing the girls doing their makeup. We have a small vanity table and mirror that we used to use, I’m going to have Larry (one of the security men, i.e. bouncers) put it out on the stage and you can touch up your makeup, give people a taste of the dressing room, I think it would be sexy, a little treat for the early crowd.”
He added, “After your waitressing stint, I have you scheduled to start your dances at eight, right after your dinner break, you’ll have five dances, counting this first one, your last at two-thirty,” then he patted my ass, “You look fantastic tonight, Tara.”
I knew, before I resigned the club, maybe after my last night, I was going to fuck Jeff!
I sat at my little section of the dressing table and put on my makeup for that first dance. I was excited and nervous about what he’d suggested, it was different than I’d seen done before, and I hoped that meant he’d be receptive to my other idea. I thought back to a week ago, my first night, I’d never have imagined doing what he’d just suggested, especially what I was going to talk to him about.
This also will be the first time that I opened, first dance. I checked the clock, three o’clock, I had about another half-hour. He always let the earlies get settled, have a drink in their hands, and the crowd build up before he put a girl on stage. Tonight, that girl would be me, and I was excited about it.
Besides, after what I’d spent the last couple days, I needed to rebuild my stash and quickly, as I have a major spend next week with no income until the weekend. It’d be so much simpler to open a bank account and have Robert deposit some money in it, but I wasn’t going to do that. Like I’d mentioned before, I want to do this on my own.
Which reminded me, I needed to tell Jeff that after Sunday night I’m taking the week off until Friday.
Jeff announced my name and I attempted my ‘Jenny’ glide onto the stage, failing miserably. Nobody glides like she does, least of all me. I was surprised that nobody laughed, but I seemed to have their rapt attention, already a couple dozen people.
By the end of that first ‘dance’ my naked pussy was already soaked. It was going to be a long night, a VERY long night ... and no Brandon Lucas to go home to.
When I turned toward the dressing room, I saw the table and mirror set back just a few feet from the edge of the stage. In my excitement I never noticed them bringing it out and had completely forgotten Jeff’s plan. The pieces of my waitress costume were neatly folded on one corner and the small makeup kit I’d organized on the other.
I sat at the table, set slightly diagonally with the stage so that people would be able to see, looked in the mirror, seeing the people behind me, and proceeded to work on my makeup, remembering how I’d intentionally turned on Mark that morning last December. This time though, I wasn’t even wearing a robe and had dozens of sets of eyes watching me.
I’d done my makeup right before my dance but proceeded to redo it as if I hadn’t. I normally have on at least a robe when I do makeup, but this time was completely naked.
I wasn’t certain that people were enjoying watching but it sure as fuck was doing a number on me, especially when I put on the red lipstick, licking my lips together and running my tongue over them.
By the time I turned the chair toward my audience, my soaked pussy was screaming her desperation at me. I wasn’t certain I’d be able to do this without ... you know.
I reached for my perfume, the bottle Brandon had bought me, the perfume that screamed ‘fuck me,’ and spritzed all the places a girl normally does, then ... spread my legs ... my pussy, rubbing my fingers over, spreading it in, my eyes closed, and a moan escaping my lips.
It took me a few moments to recover, then reached for my stockings on top the tiny pile of ‘clothes’. I picked one up, rolled it, and put my foot inside, knowing full well how spreading out my leg was exposing my wet pussy. I very carefully pulled it up my leg to my thigh, after, running my hand up and down my leg, smoothing out all the little bumps, then repeated with the other, encasing both legs in their silky smoothness.
I had no idea how putting clothes on could be quite such a turn-on, maybe even more than taking them off.
When finished with the stockings, I picked up the pearl-laden g-string, put my feet through, slowly pulled it up my legs until I had to stand, and finished pulling it up, feeling the sexy material rubbing tightly against my pussy, the string of pearls buried between my ass cheeks.
The six-inch heels were next, slipping my feet inside, and wrapped the straps tightly around my ankles, fastening them.
Almost last, the pasties. My nipples didn’t need it, already hard, but rubbing them felt so good, and from the hooting of the crowd, they enjoyed it as well. I looked down at myself, seeing how hard and distended they were, and affixed a pastie to my right tit, then the other.
Finally, the garter up my left leg, just high enough that someone stuffing in money might accidentally brush their hand against my pussy. I’d learned that as long as it wasn’t flagrant and I didn’t complain, the bouncers would let a little of such contact pass.
I picked up the money that had been laid on the edge of the stage, at least three-hundred dollars, I guesstimated, and set it on the desk, then stepped down onto the floor, ready to be a VERY scantily clad waitress.
My hours waitressing weren’t wasted, not by any means. I earned only a fraction that I did stripping, but those lap dances ... oh my! Not being able to be touched was driving me insane. A few guys tried but I had to swat their hands away, badly as I wanted what they were offering.
By the end of my last dance of the night, my fifth, which had included six trips, all with guys, to the back, I was tired, but so fucking horny! Two of the guys had known how to treat a horny girl, and how they had! The others, not so much, but still ... when you’re a super-horny, naked girl with a horny guy, sucking my tits with two fingers inside my pussy, perfect technique can be overrated.
Those two guys though, fuckkkkk! They’d both left me barely able to walk back to the dressing room. I hadn’t been able to do anything except sit and recover until time to get ready for my next dance.