Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 18
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
five, four ... one! and the alarm sounded, I was FREE! Seconds later, I lay crumpled on the shower floor, not from the feeling of the euphoric aftermath of my orgasm, but I lay there, the steaming, hot water running over me, sobbing.
I’d picked up my phone, opened the app, only intending to silence its alarm ... couldn’t stop myself ... Four. More. Weeks!
Later that night in the club, I was still suffering the after-effects of what I’d done (the stripping and ‘back room’ hadn’t helped), and my phone rang in between my dances, while I was relaxing for a few minutes in the dressing room. I wouldn’t have answered it, but it was Brandon Lucas, the first time he’d called since those few days of heaven that seemed an eternity ago, so I answered it and asked him to wait just a moment while I stepped outside. Thankfully, I wasn’t naked; I’d dressed, ready for my next dance in another ten minutes.
“Hi,” he said, “been missing you,” in ‘that’ voice, so manly, so sexy.
“You too,” I told him, “you have no idea how much.”
“It’s what I called about, I suppose you’ve seen that we’re in the playoffs, we’re playing Tampa in the Division Series starting Friday and next. That means we’re going to be in Tampa for at least one game Monday, maybe another Tuesday. Either way, I won’t be pitching there, my next will be back in Seattle in game five if it goes that far. So ... I was wondering, would you like to share a room with me, it’d be Monday night, maybe Tuesday too.
Oh my God, oh my God! It’s what I’ve been dreaming about ... and then the shock of reality hit me ... the vagiblok! What I’d done just that day, four more weeks!
“I ... I ... I’d love to, nothing I want more,” I stammered, not even thinking about the consequences of what I’d just said. It’s just ... what I’d dreamt about so many times, making love with Brandon Lucas. It was just ... this thing inside me. If only he’d called one day sooner ... a few hours sooner. There HAD to be a way, I vowed I’d call Erin first thing tomorrow and find out how...
The rest of the night, I was euphoric, and my customers in the back rooms got the full benefit. I was insatiable. And so fucking horny!
The next morning, I was up and alert at nine sharp, and on the phone with Erin, “Tara,” she said, “there is NO WAY, it will release when you set it, not a second sooner, I thought you understood that.”
“I did, it’s just...”
“THERE IS NO WAY,” she reiterated, “it can’t be done...”
“What if I call the manufacturer, can they?” I know my desperation had to be coming through in my voice.
“Tara, no, they can’t, you set it, it will release ONLY when you set it to release, I don’t know how else to tell you.”
I hit the little red disconnect button on my phone, oblivious that I’d been so rude to Erin, sat there at my dining table, and broke into tears, sobbing my heart out. What had I done!?
I told Katie on our way to the club that afternoon. She listened, then when I was finished, she thankfully didn’t ask me why or chastise me. I wouldn’t have had an answer, it was like ... some unknown force had been forcing my fingers.
I was near tears as she pulled into the club’s parking lot, “I seriously don’t know...” I started to say, not even knowing how to finish the sentence.
“Well, there is one solution,” she said in that lighthearted tone she often uses, “I could fuck him, you know, your surrogate.”
“Kateee!” I screeched.
She laughed, “Girl, I was kidding, you know that!”
I glared at her, didn’t sound like it.
“But you know, there are other ways.”
I looked at her, my face probably looking as confused as I was.
She rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and pointed.
“Oh, guess I...”
She lifted herself off the seat and pointed at her ass.
My mouth dropped open, I felt my face blush, my hand going to my mouth, “Katie, I’ve never...”
She rolled her eyes again, “Tara, you is missing out, girl, it’s the number two fantasy of ninety-seven-point-two percent of all guys, bet you didn’t know that either.”
“Okay, I’ll bite, what’s number one?”
“Duhhh, fucking you and me together, that’s ninety-nine point four. I don’t know what the other six-tenths were thinking.”
I shook my head, Katie!
“And that, my dear girl is NOT an exaggeration. Number three, only one-point-four percent behind is watching two sexy girls, namely us, you and me, going at it together.
I groaned ... Katie!
Katie looked at her watch, “Tara, we gotta get inside, Jeff’s gonna have a conniption if we don’t show up.”
It was disgusting, gross! Except ... it was in my head, germinating all night, like it had gotten stuck, rolling over and over, like a bad dream that you just can’t get out of, until it sounded ... I don’t know, kind of exciting, maybe not quite so ‘ugh’. Maybe those thirty-six days and four naked make-out sessions in the back rooms that night had something to do with it.
On our drive home after closing, I brought it up, “Umm, if something ... like you mentioned was to happen ... how?”
She giggled ... giggled! “Katie...! I’m serious,” I told her, “How?”
“Well, normally, I’d open my mouth wide...”
“Katie!
She laughed, “Ok, Tara, I’ll give you some suggestions, two things, lots of lube, there’s no such thing as too much. The other, go slow. S L O W, you be in charge, at least until ... you’ll know when. Then it gets good, really good, for both of you.
I took a deep breath, even several deep breaths, “Okay, but ... if it doesn’t work, if I can’t ... your other idea...”
“Tara, I don’t...” and her face changed, “Oh no, I am NOT fucking your boyfriend, I was kidding, KIDDING!”
I looked over at her, stared into her eyes., her watching me, “Oh my God, you’re serious, aren’t you!?”
“Only if I can’t...”
“You know that’s not exactly how it works, don’t you?”
I felt like bawling, hiding my face with my hands, “I know, I know, I just don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know what else to do.” God, I hated that Erin had even shown me the stupid vagiblok thing. Why, why, why?
She took my hand, “Ok, Tara, here’s what we’re going to do, tomorrow morning we’re getting on the internet and do some research, maybe even some pictures. It really is good, I’ve done it, but I know it’s scary the first time. But if, only IF you can’t, then you bring up your hot girlfriend and see where it goes. Also, you’re going to invite him to our exhibition with Okimoto Monday night, he’ll have seen me there, and you can introduce us afterward. I’ll flirt a little just to let him know I’m interested ... and Tara, I AM interested, your boyfriend is hot, probably one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen, and I’d do him in a minute, but only...”
“What about Petey, he okay with you ... you know?”
She laughed, “Petey ... him and me, we’re done. He has another girlfriend, and I told him he’s moving out of my apartment. Soooo, I’m more than a little available, especially for your boyfriend if ... your call. And his too, I suppose.
She’d said something in all this little exchange. I looked at her and I knew every drop of blood had drained from my face, Monday evening suddenly dawning on me, Okimoto! “Katie ... I can’t ... no way!” instant panic taking hold.
“Tara, we’ve already promised, it’s scheduled, you’re inviting Brandon, remember? You know he’ll love it.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Okimoto, she’s right, we’d promised, Monday night, but that was before ... It wasn’t Brandon I was worried about. Well, him too, but it was before my fingers betrayed me and added another four weeks to my sexual imprisonment. I covered my face with my hands and shook my head, feeling like I was going to burst out in tears all over again.
“You know what it’s like, how sexual it is, and I haven’t had any relief ... it’ll be six weeks...”
“Tara, suck it up, girl, we ARE doing it, both of us.”
“I know, I know, it’s just ... arghhh!” My frustration with everything was just overwhelming me, all my own doing, those few seconds, my stupid fingers resetting that horrendous thing inside my cunt! There, I just broke another barrier – cunt, C U N T, cunt!
I hid my face with my hands all over again, trying to imagine what it would be like, what Katie had suggested, I can’t even think the words ... fucking my ass! There, I said it. The shibari, naked shibari, maybe the biggest sexual turn-on thing on the friggin’ planet ... with Brandon watching! EVERYTHING was turning me into sexual mush. How the FUCK am I going to do it?
The next morning, I woke up to Katie shaking me, “Up, girl, we have research to do today.” She has a key to my apartment, I’d forgotten.
I moaned, rolled over and looked at my clock, it seemed like I’d just gone to sleep minutes before. “Katie ... it’s eight-friggin-thirty! The roosters aren’t even up yet,” and I rolled over, covering my head under the blanket.
“Up, get up, I want you educated,” pulling all the covers off my bed.
“You sleep naked, I like that, bet Brandon likes it too.”
She pulled my feet to the floor, “Coffee, need coffee,” I mumbled.
She got me into my shower, and all I could think of was that time showering with Brandon, how he’d fucked me, the hot water pouring over us, my face pressed against the tile, our last time before he had to leave.
I stumbled into my kitchen wearing my silk robe about half open. Katie had fruit and a bagel on the table, along with my cup of freshly ground coffee and my computer open in front of her...
She left an hour later, my head spinning. It still seemed ... disgusting. But, and it was a big ‘but’...
I had to call my husband, not to tell him what I was planning, he’d learn that soon enough. I just had to talk to him, regain a little sanity in my life. Yes, I knew he was at work, at the store, likely with a customer at the counter, it seems that he always is. I just hoped he’d have a few minutes of freedom.
“I needed to tell you that I love you,” I told my husband, “I miss you so much!”
“Robert, need a little help out here,” I heard another voice yelling.
“Hon ... no, I HAVE to talk to you, just for a minute.”
“Love, give me half a minute – quarter minute.”
“Hey Todd, I’m on the phone with my wife ... Oh, hi, Jer, you mind holding on, just a few minutes...”
I heard him settling back down in his chair. I closed my eyes for just a minute, remembering. It’s one his dad gave him, his ‘good luck’ chair, way back when Robert started the store. “Sorry ‘bout that, Love, I’m back.”
“I know you have to go, I just needed to hear your voice for just a minute, to remind me who I am, to let myself remember that you’re there.” I wiped the tears from my cheeks, I needed my husband, and yet...
“Dani...”
“Monday evening,” I told him, “have your phone ready, I’ll text you what time. Invite Jen and Richard, or only Jen if Rich can’t.”
“Why, what?”
“You’ll see, I’m not even sure yet. And Hon, the key ... it stays on, no key.”
“I have to go, you have Jerry waiting.” I’ve met Jerry in the store, he’s a rancher, he’s bought all his parts and tools from Robert for ... I have no idea how long, probably since Robert started in the parts business. “It’s not good to keep one of your best customers waiting,” I told him.
“I mostly just needed to tell you that I love you, and I miss you,” I told my husband.
“Love you too,” he said, “miss you too.”
“Only about another month,” I added.
We disconnected, and I wiped more tears from my cheeks.
And before I realized it, it was time, no putting it off any longer, the phone call to Brandon Lucas.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to find the numbers on my keypad, I don’t think I could have done it, all I had to do was find his name and press it with my shaking fingers.
“Hi,” he said, and it was all it took as I felt myself falling to pieces on my apartment floor. God, how I wanted him, all at once remembering how it had been ... seeing him sit in my section, across the aisle from his friends. It all came rushing back, and I couldn’t speak, ‘We’d love some pretty company... ‘ he’d said, his first words to me. The lightning bolt I felt when his hand touched my skin, pressing a hundred-dollar bill into my garter ... that first time in his hotel room, how he’d pressed my face up against the door, pushed my g-string aside, and...
“Tara? Daniella?” I think it was the first time I’d heard my real name spoken since I’d told Katie of my real life. Well, other than my husband.
“I...” The juices were gushing from my pussy, soaking my silk robe, “want you...” How? How could I fuck him like Katie wanted me to?
“I want you too, I’ve thought about you every night since...”
“Brandon...” I need to tell him...
“I’ve already reserved the bridal suite at the Embassy Suites for two nights, Monday and Tuesday, I know I won’t be pitching in Tampa. Depending on the games, it might only be Monday, but I reserved both, just in case.”
Oh God, how I wanted him, my pussy throbbing, building ... a moan escaping my lips, and ... ohfuckohfuckohfuck! The electric shock surged through my pussy, nearly doubling me over on my couch, the hardest it’d hit me. It was all I could do not to scream.
“Tara? Tara? You okay?”
“I’m ... I’m fine,” I gritted my teeth and told him. It had only lasted a couple seconds, more than enough. God, that was sudden. The feeling just erupted inside me, so intense, and then ... the pain, Fuck!
I managed to catch my breath, at least I hadn’t smashed my phone in my hand, but it had felt like it.
“I...” still had a hard time talking, “My friend, Katie ... and me, we’re doing this little exhibition Monday night, not at the club, I tried to get out of it but couldn’t. Katie suggested I invite you, it’s at eight, but your game...” I almost hoped he couldn’t, then I wanted him there. God, I was a mental mess. I wanted to tell him about the Vagiblok but couldn’t. “I know you have a game that night ... but can you ... maybe?” My voice must sound terrible.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” You sound different.
“Uhuh, I’m sure, it’s just ... I just got off the phone with my husband, and I miss him, and I’m remembering those few days you and I had, how good it was. I want it again.”
Okay, I was also thinking about that ... other thing, the thing inside me, but didn’t want to mention that.
I felt his smile through the phone. “My off days have been terrible, thinking of you,” he told me, and the feelings inside me, my pussy ... Not again, please not again, I took deep breaths, like my Lamaze, concentrating on fending off the orgasm that I knew was rising inside me.
“I’m not pitching, not until we get back to Seattle if there’s a fifth game. I’ll think of something to tell our manager. If I can, I’ll be there. Dinner after?”
I agreed to dinner with him, then gave him the name of Okimoto’s studio and the address, then we disconnected, and I curled up on the couch, my body shaking, my hands between my legs, remembering what it had been like, Brandon’s body next to mine, him ... inside me.
I began breathing hard, panting, remembering, my body remembering, I closed my eyes, that first night ... up against the door ... oh fuckkk ... building ... the sharp pain hitting me, and this time I couldn’t stop the scream...
I came back down, shaking, the sharp need not diminished even a little.
If only it would unlock, five minutes, one time. FIVE MINUTES!
Later, At LeAndra’s gym, I hoped hard work and a little pain would take away the edge. It didn’t. I thought about what Sakura would do to me, how it would feel, Brandon watching ... what would come after.
I felt like screaming the intense longing away.
Then shopping with Katie, I found what I wanted, both for Okimoto’s and dinner afterward.
That night at the club was all-consuming, I could barely think straight, every dance, walk out onto the floor wearing one of my sexy baby dolls, every back room visit, the electroshock sent waves through me three separate times when it became too much, and my body betrayed me. It was all I could do not to scream. I learned, though, to smile through it, even the ‘after’, when my body and mind were still in that state of near euphoria that the shock wouldn’t let me quite reach.
And I still had nearly four more weeks to endure.
Sunday night, after I was naked and slingshotted my g-string after my last dance – I’d been shocked out of an orgasm a combined eleven more times, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. After my last dance, the g-string was caught by a man in a business suit, one of the most handsome men I’d ever met, Brandon Lucas excluded. I learned later that he was single, twenty-seven, and had just sold his drafting software for eleven-point-four million dollars, plus or minus a few pennies.
Not that that was particularly important, but it typified the sexy, confident air about the man, his... ‘aura’, I guess you’d call it. When he undressed me in room number three, then kissed me with those soft lips, his tongue exploring, and his hand on my naked ass pulling my pussy against the bulge in his pants, the electroshock never activated.
The intensity of the moment, the need inside me just kept building until I wanted to scream. He sucked my tits, his mouth followed my butterflies down to my pussy lips ... I’d grown frantic. So close, yet it continued to grow, and my pussy never crossed that line of ‘impending orgasm’ to activate the electroshock, not once.
Erin had said, and I’m paraphrasing because I don’t remember her exact words, ‘your body can learn to prevent the shock, you might not be able to have an orgasm.’
I’ve had it locked inside me for nearly three weeks, another three weeks-plus to go. If my body won’t let me orgasm even now, what in another three weeks?
When the guy left, his name was Gabe by the way, probably not that you care, I collapsed on the floor, my hands between my legs, and cried, both in frustration and fear. And still, NOTHING I could do about it.
Monday, October 11th
Katie came over at eight in the morning, we had appointments, all day appointment.
But first, she’d brought bagels, and ... cinnamon maple cream cheese!
“Okay girl, tell me about him, this boyfriend that’s going to be ass-fucking you tonight,” Katie’s potty-mouth said.
I frowned, “Katie, you’re disgusting!”
She giggled, “I know, isn’t it fun, so ... I’ve been dying to know ever since you went home with him that night, how’d he fuck you?”
I took a bite of my bagel with that cream cheese spread thick on top, oh my God, it was good! Bribery.
“Okay, you’ve brought maybe the best thing I’ve ever eaten, I guess you deserve a tidbit.” And I took another bite, savoring it. “That night ... he made me wear the pasties and g-string through the hotel’s lobby. I was mortified ... except, I kind of liked it, if I hadn’t already been so horny...” and I shivered, remembering how I’d felt that night, how that clerk had watched me.
“But first, maybe I need to tell you about earlier, lots earlier, when Robert and I first saw him.”
“Girl, what I wanna know is how he fucked you!”
I shook my head, “Nope, you’re getting the boring part first, THEN I’ll maybe give you a peek into that hotel room if you’re extra nice to me.” Problem was, I knew what recounting that night would do to me.
“I remember the first time we watched him pitch, this is his third year in the Majors, so it would’ve been ... June 2019, the year Robert had his accident. I’d never gotten turned on watching baseball before, but I did that time. Brandon was drafted the year before and spent a couple months in the minors before starting for the Mariners. We’d heard of their new pitching phenom, so we wanted to see him for ourselves; it was his first big league game.
“That game ... he was so handsome, and everything about him was perfect. They played the Yankees and my panties were soaked by the end of the game. He won, by the way, six-two. I told Robert afterward that I’d just started a new list, my ‘I’d do him’ list, and Brandon Lucas was the only one on it. He laughed and said he’d fix me up with him sometime. We watched every Brandon Lucas game after that ... and you know how many times I had to change my wet panties?
“Last year, we never had a chance to watch him, things were so hectic, Robert’s recovery from the coma, then the movie, and everything else going on. But I never forgot ... and then he walked into the club that night...”
“Ohhh Girl, I can just imagine how that must have been.”
And now, I’d had a few minutes of respite from the throbbing in my pussy, no more.
“Okay, his hotel, once that door closed...? Tell me!”
I groaned, remembering, “Don’t you want to know about in the elevator, how he kissed me, how he peeled the pasties off my tits, his mouth on my tits? Never mind that we were still in a public place.”
She sat there, wide-eyed, drooling
“You have any idea what you’re doing to me, making me dredge it all out of my memory, talking about it?”