Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 16
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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
Monday evening, August 30, 2021
Katie was picking me up at nine, so I started getting ready at seven, still hyped and horny from that little shibari session, especially the idea of doing it in front of a group ... naked.
This wasn’t going to be the quick ten-minute makeup sessions like at the club, this was ... I wanted it perfect.
I’d already showered, indulging my golden blonde hair with what had become my favorite shampoo, Olaplex Blonde Enhancer and toning shampoo, and sat at my makeup table brushing it out.
It took me nearly ten minutes of brushing, but I was finally satisfied. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, I LOVE my new hair color, the way the blond looks falling down over my shoulders, nearly to my tits.
I’d come to realize, blondes do have more fun.
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 ... Like that other time, in the tub at the old apartment.
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 a finger slid inside ... for only a moment ... and I groaned, pulling it out.
I squirted a small amount of my new skin cream, Sunshine Silk, its scent was vanilla and tangerines, and I loved it, it felt so good going on and gave my skin that soft, supple glow that I’d come to love, especially after having used it the last week-plus. I thought that my skin had never felt so soft or had that glowing look like it now had.
Putting on the cream, I was so tempted to resume what I’d started a minute ago, but Katie was going to be here to pick me up, and I had a lot to do yet.
I went to work on my makeup. One thing I miss so much about being here is Robert watching me do makeup; he loves just sitting and watching, and I love him doing it just as much. Even Brandon loved my makeup sessions. Mark, too, that morning in Seattle after ... and it made me smile, just thinking about him, how he’d turned himself around so much with his assistant, now fiancée, Kelly, another wedding Robert and I would soon be going to.
Their wedding, probably a little tamer than the last, Alan and April’s
Watching girls put on makeup must be a guy thing.
I spent almost an hour with my makeup, and when I was finished ... the face looking back at me in the mirror was one I’d never seen before.
I’d picked lavender to match my purple dress; my eyelids shaded light to darker from the inside out with a glittery shadow, my cheeks lightly blushed, and my lipstick a frosted pastel lavender with a silvery shimmer. I’d picked lavender to match my purple dress; my eyelids shaded light to darker from the inside out with a glittery shadow, my cheeks lightly blushed, and my lipstick a frosted pastel lavender with a silvery shimmer.
I spritzed with my new perfume, imagining how it might affect some man, then slipped on a new dark purple, diamond-shaped, lace g-string with three thin strings over my hips, then the dress.
It was a crocheted, stretch-to-fit, sleeveless halter-type mini dress that didn’t even attempt to hide either the naked skin or the butterflies under it. My g-string had come with a matching bra but I’d left that in my drawer, opting for ‘bare’ up top, and both my thong and bare tits showed clearly through the crochet, the entire dress see-through, nothing except a thin, flesh-colored elastic across my back, and the fringed hemline that fell to only about a quarter down my thighs, not even trying to hide the dainty lace at the top of my sheer, silky stockings. I’m not a ‘big’ girl, a hundred twenty-seven pounds soaking wet, but the dress would have fit a girl twenty pounds lighter, and the way it stretched over my body ... It was why I’d picked dark purple for the g-sting, to show through and contrast with the lighter-colored purple of the dress.
I stood in front of my mirror, wondering if I could really wear this. It would have been right at home to be taken off in the Pink Orchid, but a nightclub, in public? The girl looking back at me was hot, flaming torch hot! My heart was throbbing, just from the thought of it. I think I was more frightened than putting on that g-string and pasties the first time. At least that was in the safety of the club where it was expected. I put on the golden, draped chain belt, matching bangels, and hoop earrings, then my gold metallic, ankle-strapped four-inch heels, checked in the mirror one more time, and wondered again if I could go through with it. If you’d told me even a month ago that I’d be wearing anything even remotely like this out of the house, I’d have laughed in your face and probably asked what drugs you were on.
I felt more exposed than I do naked in the club, even more than I’d felt in that ‘slingshot’ Friday night,
But I had to admit that the woman in the mirror looked good, really, really good!
I realized something else in that moment, Maybe Daniella wouldn’t go out wearing this, but Tara would. I felt ... like a horny teenage girl just discovering her body for the first time, going out to seduce her boyfriend for that ‘first time’.
I understood too, in those few moments that Dani was going to be the beneficiary of Tara’s courage. I was still scared ten minutes later when Katie knocked on the door once then let herself in. She took one look, got a big smile on her face, and said, “Girl, you clean up nice. That dress is ... wow, just wow!”
I looked at what she’d put on, my eyes scanning her body, “You make me feel overdressed, did you even look at that thing you’ve got on?”
Katie was ... it was denim shorts, sort of, more like a denim thong, a couple thin black elastic straps around her legs to support the little triangles of denim front and back, and a silver metallic crop top that barely covered her tits.
She giggled, looking down at herself, “You like it? I’m hoping some sexy guy’ll take it off me.”
Not much doubt of that, I thought.
Me too, was my next thought, some hunk of a guy. I was still buzzed from the shibari, and this dress I was wearing wasn’t helping either ... or the thought of said hunk of a guy taking it off me.
While we waited, I looked over at Katie, envisioning what she’d be wearing if the denim was replaced by lace or anything like that, it would just be a thong panty. Substitute denim for the lace, however, and she can call it shorts. “Isn’t that a little rough on your pussy, how tight it is? I asked her, knowing full well that she couldn’t possibly be wearing panties under it.
“It’s lined with satin,” she told me, “feels just like sexy panties.”
I looked down at myself, the hem of my dress, barely below my waist, and the dark purple triangle of my g-string clearly showed, even the faint colors of the butterflies ‘hidden’ beneath the sheer g-string.
Maybe too, I’d be a little less uncomfortable if I’d at least have worn a matching bra, instead of how my bare tits showed through the crochet.
A little too late now, our Uber had just texted Katie that he was outside waiting.
“One last thing,” I told Katie, “a selfie of the two of us,” and I pulled her to me, and held out my phone, snapping several pictures.
“Where we going?” I asked Katie for the second time that day, as the Uber she’d called was pulling out of our apartment parking lot.
“It’s a nightclub, called GenX. You’ll see why when we get there.
The driver was maybe fiftyish, and it wasn’t hard to discern that he’d readjusted his mirror after we got in. Thankfully, it was late so there wasn’t much traffic. I couldn’t stop myself though, trying hard not to laugh. I scrunched down to about ‘tit-level’, looked up in his mirror right at his face, and gave him a little wave.
His face turned bright red and he readjusted the mirror.
Then I wrote a short text to my husband, ‘Katie and me, girls’ night out, wish us luck, wish you were here to spy on us, lol’
When we got to the club he pulled into their lot, and Katie and I climbed out. “We’ll give you a ten-star rating,” I told the guy, “for being such a good sport.” Besides, he had gotten us there still in one piece and uninjured.
“And a nice tip,” Katie added.
“Thank you,” he answered, doing one last once over of his passengers.
“You ready for this?” Katie asked me, still standing outside.
‘NOOO!’ I wanted to scream at her, this was going against every instinct I’d ever had over my fifty years. Fifty! A fifty-year-old wearing this outfit? Looking for some guy in a bar for a one-night stand? I’ve never done anything like that. I had to remember though, that Tara was twenty-nine, and I was Tara Reid tonight, not Daniella Shore.
I had become Tara Reid in eighteen days, seventy-four to go.
My heart was pounding when we walked through the GenX door, feeling the club’s pounding rock music, and it was easy to see why they called it ‘GenX’. There were bodies everywhere, ALL of them young, twenty-somethings. Looking around, I doubted there was a thirty-year-old in the room.
The lights were coming from several big disco balls, each with colored spotlights pointed at them. It made quite a light display of rotating lights.
I followed Katie to an empty table right in the center of the room, no place to hide, noticing many, many sets of eyes watching us. I’d guess the place was two-thirds, maybe three-quarters full ... and rockin’! A band was playing, it sounded like Bon Jovi, but I’m not a rock expert by any means. I was loving the beat though, already tapping my feet, and rocking my head to the music.
“Whatcha want to drink?” Katie yelled at me, trying to be heard above the music.
“Wine, I guess, rum, whatever they have.”
She shook her head, “No wine here, hard liquor,” she yelled back.
I am not a liquor enthusiast, I tried to think of some of the things people had ordered in our club when I was waitressing, “Coke and rum on the rocks,” I told her, a little worried because this one, unlike what Jeff serves us in the club, would have the full shot of alcohol in it.
She gave me a thumbs up and went in search of a barmaid. She found someone, and I saw her pointing to our table.
“Hey, pretty lady, this seat taken?”
I looked up, he looked like a kid, maybe nineteen – twenty, but knew he had to be at least twenty-one unless he had a fake ID. I pointed toward Katie, “Yeah,” I told him, hoping he’d get the point, “my friend’s bringing us some drinks.” I wasn’t interested in some teeny-bopper, which begged the question, ‘What was I interested in?’ Hell, I didn’t know, but hopefully, I’ll know when I see him ... or her.
No, I wouldn’t be totally opposed to going home with some sexy girl either, like Bindi, for example, just not my first choice tonight. And from looking around, I saw several guys that could easily be considered ‘first choices’.
Katie sat down and instantly commented, “Looks like you’ve already been propositioned.”
I rolled my eyes.
She laughed, “You thinking we can do better?”
“Uh, yeah!”
The hot little waitress brought our drinks, and Katie handed her two twenties. She gave back sixteen, and Katie handed her back a five. While she was there, I asked if she could snap our picture on my phone. Katie and I stood and made various sexy poses with the waitress snapping away. I wondered how they’d turn out with the lighting in the room. When we all figured we had enough, she handed me back the phone with a grin on her face. I wouldn’t have said no to taking her home ... if we didn’t find some hot guys.
I quickly scrolled through, and picked out one that I thought looked especially sexy and texted it to my husband. ‘Think we can find a couple guys?’ I texted along with it, the background full of young, attractive people.
“Bet we don’t have to buy another,” Katie told me after we’d drank about half our drinks, “you wanna dance?”
So Katie and I were out on the dance floor dancing ‘together’, as much as you do to that kind of music, hands in the air, twirling, shaking our asses and tits. Katie was making quite a spectacle of herself with her thong shorts, and I could imagine what I looked like in my barely-there purple dress.
Well, I didn’t have to imagine long, I heard this deep, masculine voice behind me, “You know you got the best ass in the house,” the voice said.
A girl always likes to hear her ass being complimented, especially when she’s showing it off, and this dress was most definitely showing it off. I could only imagine what it must look like from the rear.
I did a little half-twirl and faced my ‘suitor’, a black guy a little taller than me, even with my four-inch heels, and built like ... like I’d imagine Alan Ryder might have looked at twenty-five or so; tall, broad-shouldered, and a smile that just exuded masculine confidence.
“What about the rest of me?” I asked him, “or you just an ass man?”
“Oh baby, I’m into all of you!”
He stepped right up to me, and we were grinding away together. This guy, unless there was something I wasn’t seeing, was undeniably ‘first choice’ material.
We danced amidst the rotating lights, only getting brief glimpses of faces, and from what I saw, he was definitely a ‘yes’.
And when we got close, which was often, I felt his dick poking me in the tummy. Maybe not a Jeremy Grimm type poke, but he wasn’t four-hundred-fifty pounds either, more like six-two, two-hundred? And it looked like a solid two-hundred with his shirt hanging half open and that chest and broad shoulders...
My g-string was being soaked!
“Girl, you got the best tits out here too!”
I giggled, “You ... what, trying to talk my panties off me or something?”
He chuckled, “Would it work?”
“Try me,” I told him, giving him a dare.
“Okay, how ‘bout this ... Sweetheart, I’d love those panties for a little souvenir.”
“Nuh-uh, you haven’t even bought me a drink yet,” I told him, laughing, my libido sky high.
So he dragged me over to the bar, “What you drinkin’?” he asked.
I asked the bartender, “What’s your most expensive drink?”
I had no clue what he told me it was, but I told him that was exactly what I wanted, and my new ‘friend’ happily paid, then led me over to his table where another guy was sitting, a Mexican guy, good-looking, roughly the same age, I guessed. This night just might work out, I thought, and before I sat, I slipped my purple g-string down, picked it up from around one of my heels, and handed it to him. “This what you wanted?” I asked him.
He smiled, took it, spread it out in his hands, and took a big sniff. “Ahh, the perfume of the angels,” he said, then leaned over and I let him kiss me ... and kiss me ... and kiss me!
“And the kiss of an archangel,” he said when we came up for air. My eyes were closed, my lips tingling from the taste of his lips, my heart pounding.
“Tara,” I told him, “my name.”
I’d thought about that Alan Jackson song, ‘I Married a Waitress’, or something like that. He woke up in the morning and didn’t even know her name. I didn’t want this guy to wake up in the morning and not know the name of the girl that he’d made love to all night long.
“Darren,” he said, “airline attendant, Delta.”
“Alvaro,” his friend added, “same.”
“Stripper,” I answered their unasked question, “The Purple Orchid,” with a lack of any shame, even if it hadn’t been for the movie that had sent me there, and I was proud to call Katie my friend, or any of the girls in the club. There was a time, not long ago, that I’d probably have looked down on a stripper if I’d even thought about it, which I hadn’t. No longer, the girls in our club had my respect, every one of them.
“Now we know each other, we’re in the Best Western, you ready to get out of here?”
“Katie, my friend,” I told him, “I’m with her.” I hadn’t seen for probably the last thirty minutes, a half-hour of heaven, not because I hadn’t seen Katie, but ... Darren.
I went off in search of Katie and found her ... in the ladies’ room, with some guy.
“We’re going to the Best Western with two guys,” I told her, looking at her, “fix your makeup, they’re hunks, both of them.”
The guy that Katie had been with left, and I went out to our table that we’d used all of what, ten minutes ... found our purses, and took them back in with Katie. We both had a tube of our lipstick, a bottle of perfume, and a toothbrush, along with the little odds and ends a girl always carries ... like a couple packages of condoms – Katie, not me, I don’t think of those things.
Katie had insisted on the toothbrushes, “Just in case,” she’d said. Smart thinking.
A few minutes later I drug her out to their table and introduced them, “Katie,” I said, then, “Darren, he’s mine, and Alvaro, you’re fucking him.” How’s that for an introduction.
She looked the guys up and down, the same as they both were doing to her, her denim thong, and had already done to me, “Ooh, Girl, you done picked good!” Katie said with just a little slur. She’d obviously been enjoying her drinks a little more than I had.
Katie sat down on Alvaro’s lap, straddling him like we do in the club and kissed him. Trust me, Katie knows how to kiss, I’d experienced her kissable lips that night in the club. I was guessing that Katie probably had lots of practice in the back room, and it was showing. This was different though, those kisses, enjoyable as they are, are to separate our customers from their money. This kiss was intended to very shortly separate Alvaro’s cum from him, BIG difference.
I scooted over and sat on Darren’s lap, not straddling though, I couldn’t in this dress, and snuggled in with him, leaned back and let him nibble on my neck, and yes, we were drawing the attention of others in the club, not that it seemed to be worrying either Alvaro or Darren, certainly not me and Katie.
This man knew his nibbles, exactly how a girl likes them, or maybe he liked the perfume I’d just spritzed behind my ears.
When Katie finally came up for air, I asked her to take a few pictures. I surmised that if a guy lets you take his picture, he’s probably not going to rape or murder you, not that that was high on my list of worries at the moment.
He posed with his arm around my waist like a gentleman would, but I wasn’t overly interested in ‘gentleman’ pictures. I repositioned one of hands over my tit and the other on my inner thigh, under my dress.
While she was taking, our pose changed from a ‘pose’ to a very steamy hot kiss, Darren taking full advantage of where I’d put his hands, not that I minded.
The band changed up, the first slow song I’d heard them play, and I climbed off Darren’s lap, pulling him up, “One more dance before we go?”
He got up and led me to the dance floor, turned me around, my back to him, and pulled me in tight, his arms wrapped around me, his left hand around my tummy, the other cupping my left tit. His lips nibbled my ear while we made a weak effort to move to the music, “Love that perfume, so sexy,” he whispered to me, and I felt myself purring like a contented kitten.
Katie and Alvaro were also dancing, I guess you could call what they were doing dancing, not that you could say that Darren and I were doing much ‘dancing’ either.
I liked being in his arms, strong but not forceful, romantic, and I love romance. It was how I fell in love with my husband, still in love with him, despite ... everything, maybe even more.
The brief thought went through me wondering about people seeing the butterflies on my pussy, and I liked that they were. They had been hidden before by the purple g-string, but now, there’d be no doubt that I was completely naked under my dress. Like I’d mentioned before, it wasn’t hiding anything, probably not even my pussy juices dribbling down my leg.
I turned around and we kissed, a soul-searing, romantic kiss. I’d never been seduced quite like this man was doing, and I liked it ... a lot. Mmm, and he smelled so ... masculine.
I’d enjoyed that night with Jeremy, oh my, how I’d enjoyed it. But tonight was better, in so many ways, starting with the romance, the thought of what was to come.
Ohh, those lips, and I knew I’d be turning to jelly when they started touching other parts of my body.
“Been going to mention it, love your rings too,” he said, giving just a little tug to my nose ring, “that hurt?” he asked.
I shook my head, “Not anymore, I’ve had it for a week now.”
He tugged on it a little more, “Might think of some uses for it later, sexy, very sexy.”
I shivered, wondering what ‘uses’ he might be thinking of.
“Those too,” running his fingers over my navel rings, “sexy.”
I couldn’t take any more, had to... “Be right back,” I told him, “have to use the ladies’”
I picked up my purse and phone and hurried to the ladies’ room. The stalls were full with two other women waiting, so I waited, glancing at my phone, the pictures. I quickly scanned through them, smiling at each one, and found one in particular, the kiss. We’d scooted away from the table so that Katie was able to get all of our bodies, and it showed ... everything, Darren’s hand right at my pussy, his fingers rolling a nipple through my dress, the kiss, my crocheted dress and everything under it, like I said, everything.
I created a text, attached the picture with another little note, ‘Going to fuck him,’ sent it to my husband, and giggled, thinking about him, how frustrated and turned on he must be.
And thought what it was going to be like fucking him that first time after getting home.
It was finally my turn, I did my job, then touched up my lipstick one more time before...
“I really need to go,” I told Darren when I was back, him sitting at our table. I’d come up behind him, rubbing my hands over his chest under his shirt. I needed him inside me but wasn’t going to say that outright.
He stood, smiling, and found Alvaro and Katie, still out on the dance floor, doing another very ‘rock’ type dance, and whispered in his ear. Alvaro said something to Katie, and all smiled, heading my way, Katie leading the train.
As she got to me, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Heard a rumor you might be horny.”
I giggled and could only nod, stood, and picked up my purse. I’d already dropped my phone inside and wondered if Robert had responded.
Outside, waiting at the curb were a couple taxis. We climbed into the first one, Darren, me, and Katie in that order in the back seat, Alvaro in the front, and Alvaro told the driver, also Mexican, ‘Best Western, airport.’
I wasn’t sure if Darren was trying to behave or not, but if he was, he wasn’t succeeding very well, his hand working itself up under my dress, just massaging my soaking entrance, driving me mad, especially with me trying to be quiet.
Katie was watching his hand with her rapt interest, looking like she was trying hard to control her giggles.
“You know how wet your pussy is?” he asked me, just loud enough for Katie, and probably both Alvaro and the driver, to hear.
All I could do was let out a groan from his fingers rubbing me. I was losing all pretense of quiet.
How fucking much farther was it?
Finally, thankfully, the cab pulled off the freeway, and only a couple minutes later pulled into the porte-cochere of the Best Western. We got out, and Alvaro handed the driver a bundle of cash, then Katie and I were led inside, my heart pounding in my chest
I didn’t even look but felt the clerk’s eyes on Katie and me as we walked past toward the elevator. Darren pushed the number four and, standing behind me, wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to him as we rose. There was no mistaking his erection pressing against my lower back.