Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 30
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
Saturday, Nov 13, 2021
I went to the club with Katie early Saturday to pack my things. I left just enough for that night, plus most of my clothes in the community closet, so the girls could split them up however they wanted. I just kept enough in my locker for one more night, including my makeup, perfume, and skin cream, and all of that’ll be donated after tonight.
I could hardly believe it was nearly over, going home in two days. I was nearly in tears, packing my things, but elated that I was going to see my husband, my family, and my friends. I just didn’t know how I was going to assimilate back into a life that seemed a lifetime ago ... and an entire world away.
I called my husband, and as soon as he answered he yelled to Joe, one of his employees, that his wife was on the phone, and he’d be in his office for a few minutes. I only hoped that the flood of customers would wait just a little while, I needed to hear my man’s voice.
We talked about me coming home, “Your ticket will be at the Southwest counter,” he said, “flight’s at ten-eighteen, you have to be there no later than eight.”
I started to cry, I wanted him so badly, to feel his arms around me, his body heat next to mine in bed, his ... fuck, everything! Two more days...!
I got myself under control, and we talked another ten-fifteen minutes, anxiously awaiting 9:45 pm Monday when I WILL BE HOME, until he said the customers were suddenly flocking through the door and he had to get off the phone.
I was busy getting myself ready for the night when I got a text from Jeff. I had to laugh, Hughes, Jeff Hughes ... His last name wasn’t funny, just how I’d learned it, and the rest of that night rolled through my brain, how he’d ... that was the first time I’d been spanked. I hated it, then ... loved it, never been fucked quite like he had.
I shook my head, trying to clear away the memory of the fucking I’d gotten that night. It would never happen again, of that, I was sure. Not that I didn’t want it to. I have to admit, I liked it ... a lot!
Oh, the text from Jeff, I got sidetracked for a moment, he just wanted to let me know that he’d scheduled me for eight, ten, and twelve, a light night. Except ... it wasn’t going to be ‘light’, it was going to be ... I wasn’t even sure, other than that it was going to be different after what I’d told Katie the other day. I just had no idea ‘how’ it was going to be different, how she was going to do it.
I felt the tingle in my pussy, the wet arousal just thinking about my last night. I remembered thinking that I’d never get used to it, and I haven’t. I love how it still turns me on so much, every time, every time that I walk out on that stage the thrill goes through me, knowing ... I’m taking my clothes off ... getting naked, my tits, my pussy, everything! That’s a big part of what makes me wonder about resuming that other life, how I’ll miss that constant stimulation.
Of course, after nearly eleven weeks of denied orgasms, it doesn’t take a lot to inflame my sex drive.
I looked at my watch, one-eighteen, I had like six hours until I needed to be at the club.
Except that Katie called about two minutes later, “Hey girlfriend, you want a ride, I’m leaving at three?”
I thanked her for the offer, but told her that Jeff didn’t have me scheduled until eight, so I’d take my car.
“You sure? You could come and be a customer for a few hours, just enjoy yourself. You have anything else planned?”
I didn’t. I was rested, and... “Sure, why not,” I told my friend.
I checked my meager closet for something to wear, as a customer, something I hadn’t already packed away, and then it dawned on me, exactly what I wanted; a pair of shorts, one that I’d bought one day out with Katie for a day of fun, except that I’d already packed them. I pawed through my bag, careful to not wreck it completely, and found them, the skin-tight, low on the hips, frayed denim shorts, skimpy bikini bottom size, and the top, a skimpy lace halter that tied right underneath my tits, leaving me bare below. I had to giggle as I was putting them on, remembering the looks Katie and I had gotten that day as we wandered along the river, all my tattoos on full display
I put on a little makeup and perfume, much less than if I was performing, and when Katie popped in, I was ready for an evening of fun before my finales. Not that those weren’t going to be fun too, but different.
“Girlfriend, you look HOT,” Katie told me as her eyes scanned up and down.
I couldn’t help but giggle when those eyes settled on my tits, “Eyes up here,” I pointed, and we both broke out in the giggles.
God, I was going to miss her!
I had her let me off at the front door and paid the forty-dollar entrance fee, or at least tried to. Larry wouldn’t take my money, so I explained that I was just a customer tonight. “Still,” he said, “girls that look like you don’t pay no entrance,” and he waved me in.
“Call it a tip then,” I told him, as I laid the two twenties on the counter.
It was semi-dark inside, I’d never gone in this way, not a single time in my three months, not since that first time when I’d been scared out of my wits. It was still quiet, maybe a dozen or so customers scattered around.
There was a guy sitting alone a couple tables back from the stage that I thought I recognized, like he’d been here before, but wasn’t sure, a normal middle-aged guy, maybe fifties, nearly bald, one of those kinds of guys who no one notices. “Mind if I sit, share the table with you?” I asked him.
He looked at me like ... maybe I’m being a little vain, but I was sure his look was more ‘is this for real’? than anything else. I don’t know why, but the way this ‘ordinary’ guy was looking at me sent a wave of heat through me, maybe it had something to do with the number eleven ... eleven weeks!
He motioned to the chair on the opposite side of the table, “Please,” he said. The guy looked scared to death that a pretty girl was offering to sit with him.
So I sat, giving him my hand, “Jenny,” I said, the first name that popped into my head, “call me Jen.”
“Vance,” he told me, a name I hadn’t heard often.
“You somehow look familiar,” he told me, “you here often?” as his eyes burned a hole straight through me.
“Couple times over the last few months,” I told him, “I don’t ever remember seeing you, though.”
He laughed, “Not many people do, but I’m curious, why’s such a pretty girl out here sittin’ with a guy like me, not ... up there,” pointing on the stage.
I looked where he was pointing, the stage where I’d gotten naked so many times over the last months, “I dunno, maybe this girl kinda likes guys like you, you seem like a nice guy, any reason I shouldn’t like you?”
He laughed, “Ain’t never had a girl like you sit with me, talk to me, or anythin’ else.”
I shrugged, “Their loss, I guess, you married?” There was no ring on his finger, so I guessed not, but you can never tell for sure.
“Nope, was once, but it didn’t take, was a long time ago. Got a kid outta the deal though, a son, twenty-seven now.”
I sighed, “Me neither, had a boyfriend not long ago, but he dumped me for a newer, prettier model.”
Those eyes again, scanning me, “Musta been some beauty then, not many’s prettier ‘n you.”
I smiled at him, “Thank you, that’s the nicest compliment I’ve gotten for a long time.”
“Not tryin’ ta pick ya up or anythin’, but can I buy you a drink?”
I gave him my biggest smile, “Yeah, I’d like that, please.”
So he waved at one of the waitresses, a new girl, Julie, and she came over, “Get the lady whatever she wants on my tab,” he told her, as I was trying to give her a look telling her that I didn’t know her.
She got the message, “How about just a glass of wine, red, I guess,” I told her, and she was off.
He looked at me quizzically, like ‘wine’? here? “I like wine, never used to, but gotten to like it.”
“She’s pretty,” I told him, “why don’t you ask her for a lap dance or something?”
“Never liked the idea of payin’ fer sex, rather just look.”
“You know, like I said, I’ve been here a couple times, and the impression I’ve gotten is that the girls enjoy doing nice things for nice guys. Sure, they get paid a little bit, but it’s still enjoyable for them. How ‘bout if I ask her to give you a short dance for twenty bucks, on me?”
Again, he looked at me with lust in his eyes, “Rather have ... never mind, sure, but I’ll pay her for it.”
I’d ‘rather’ too, but it wasn’t what I was here for this afternoon, “Nope, on me, I insist, when she brings back my wine.”
A moment later, Julie was back with a tray with my wine, and I told her, “You too busy, my friend would like a dance,” and I handed her two twenties from my clutch purse.
“I’d love to,” she answered, “thank you,” and she stood in front of Vance, leaning over him with her hands on his shoulders, gyrating her body, wearing nothing except the ‘costume’, a g-string and pasties, gradually sitting on his lap, and when he put his hands on her waist, she gently told him it wasn’t allowed.
When she was done, having brushed his lips a couple times with the pasties, the man had a sizeable erection in his pants that I silently drooled over.
After that, he and I had a wonderfully enjoyable afternoon, I bought him two more lap dances, but he steadfastly refused anything else. By seven-thirty, I was so glad that Katie had insisted I come with her. Although, my three glasses of wine had left me just a bit woozy.
When it was time for me to get ready, I apologized to Vance that I had to go, but told him that I hoped to see him here again, then gave him a kiss on his cheek before I left out through the front door.
He tried to convince me to stay, but I explained that I had someone to meet at eight and had to go.
I contemplated my new friend as I walked around back and through the back door, wishing I’d met him long ago. He’d never come right out and said when was the last time he’d had sex, but I gathered it had been a long time.
Saturday evening, by then the club had filled. Out front, when I went outside, a line stretched out, probably a couple dozen people waiting to get inside. I didn’t know if that had ever happened before, at least not in my three months.
I thought of Vance as I sat at my share of the makeup table, trying to make myself especially pretty, and decided at the last minute that the clothes I was wearing would be just fine for my dance.
I spritzed a little more perfume, and Katie handed me my clear, six-inch stilettos.
I remembered walking down the sidewalk that first day, petrified of walking through that door, ready to turn and run. If my stomach hadn’t been grumbling ... If Stan had taken a few seconds longer to open his door...
Now, I checked myself out in the mirror one last time, liking the sexed-up version of Tara Reed that I saw. That girl was ultra turned on, you could see it in her face, and about to become even more so. How she was going to do this ... and then two more dances, I had no clue
“And now folks, her very last night on our stage, the very, very beautiful Taurrraaaaa!” Jeff’s voice, reminding me how he’d sounded ‘that’ night, the night he’d fucked me.
I stepped out onto the stage, my eyes going straight to ... Vance, still there, sitting alone. Good, I was afraid that after I left, he might have too. I went straight to right in front of him, looked at him with a smile, and blew him a kiss as my music began.
His eyes were wide, face in a bit of a shock, which stayed as I gradually took off what few clothes I had on, watching him, letting him know that I was dancing just for him, like he was the only one in the room.
He looked in a total state of shock as I slowly slid my soaked g-string down my legs and tossed it to him, mouthing to him, ‘Don’t go away’.
Back in the dressing room, I was in a state of euphoria, my pussy gushing, thinking of what I was about to do. I touched up my makeup, added a bit of gloss to my red lips, spritzed perfume, and borrowed back a sheer, pink babydoll that I’d put in the community closet earlier.
A moment later, I was strolling across the floor toward a particular table. I sat down on his lap and told him, “It’s a coincidence, but admission to the back room is exactly one g-string, you have anything like that?
The poor man was speechless but handed me the panties I’d given him minutes earlier, “Perfect,” I told him, stood, and took his hand, giving him a small tug. He followed me as I came to room number four, and pressed in my PIN 0219.
Inside, he tried to hand me the panties, I laughed and told him, “They’re yours, a souvenir.”
We sat on the couch, and I put his hand on my leg, rubbing it gently, letting him know it’s okay in here. “Like Jeff said, today’s my last day here. I came in early with a friend,” I told him, “You gave me the best afternoon I’ve had in a very long time, thank you,” and leaned over, giving him a long, lingering kiss on the lips.
“We have about an hour, maybe even a little more, anything you want ... except, we can’t do what I’m sure we both want ... but almost anything else,” and I stood, my hands gripping the bottom of my babydoll, “You want me to do it or you want to?”
He sat, still shellshocked as I took my hands away, “I’d like it more if you undressed me,” I told him, “and don’t be afraid to touch whatever and however you want. What I said about the girls enjoying it goes double or triple for me, especially with someone I really like,” and I knelt in front of him, “Undress me,” I again told him.
I didn’t tell him how I was burning up with desire, how I so badly wanted him to fuck me.
He reached up, his hands shaking, and put them on my waist over the babydoll. I closed my eyes, let out a little moan, and my hands over his, pushing them up.
He finally appeared to accept what I’d been telling him, and began pushing the babydoll up my body, up over my tits. I was in bliss, holding my arms up for him to slide it off. When he had, I once again took his hands in mine and placed them over my tits, moaning when he began to gently caress them, pinching my hard nipples.
I scooted up on his lap, my legs spread, and rocked my barely covered pussy against his hard shaft, “Ohh, that feels so good,” I told him, not having to pretend in the least. I wanted this man, this perfectly ‘ordinary’ middle-aged man, wanted him inside me so badly, not sure how I was going to survive an hour of this.
I was bare on top, my tits naked and wanting, “Kiss them, suck them ... please...” and pulled his head down onto my left tit. “Oh fuck,” I moaned when I felt his lips, and thrust my chest out to him.
He changed to my right tit, biting harder, better, and I could barely contain myself, shaking when I stood, “Panties, please!”
This time he didn’t hesitate, his hands still shaky, but he slipped fingers inside the tiny strap, and pushed them down, revealing my dripping pussy.
“Not supposed to but ... touch ... please.”
And my moan was much more forceful when he rubbed me just inside my wet lips, my hips instinctively humping his hand. God, how I wanted him to fuck me, to feel him spurting inside me, to come on his cock!
I was NOT going that far, couldn’t.
I sat back down on his lap, trapping his hand at my pussy, and kissed him, this time a ‘real’ kiss, tongues, lust, moans...
I felt his fingers, working their way inside me, groaned, couldn’t stop him, pulled his lips to mine, my body stiffening, right on the edge. ‘Before’, the orgasm would have exploded inside me. Now ... the pleasure, the need so much more intense...
I felt his body suddenly stiffen, and he pulled back, his face in a grimace, body suddenly like stone, coming...
It seemed to go on for minutes, and when it was over, he could barely move.
“Jenny ... Jen ... I haven’t come like that for ... I have no idea how long, probably decades.
The front of the man’s pants was a mess!
I was a mess too! Just a different kind of mess.
There are always a few towels kept in the desks in the rooms, just for such an incident. I handed one to Vance and told him, “It’s always a compliment to a girl the harder a guy comes, I’m happy for you.”
We sat and talked after, holding hands, him rubbing my still naked body. He’d been sated, but me, just the opposite ... his fingers inside my pussy were a massive turn-on, but then watching him orgasm had sent me into the stratosphere!
And then, the way he was rubbing me ... and watching the tent growing in his pants again...!
I checked the clock, nine-o-three, still... “You know, we still have another half-hour, you can still suck my tits if you want,” I told him, “play with my pussy...” and he kissed me, his hand squeezing my tit, pinching my nipple.
Seconds later, the hand that had been on my tit was between my legs, those legs spread wide for him, his mouth had migrated to my tit, and I was in a near constant wail of pleasure and desire, my body refusing to give in to what I craved so deeply.
The ‘one full year’ consequence if it had relented...
And it was suddenly nine-thirty, time to get ready for another set.
I was laid back on the couch, Vance kissing my stomach, gently tugging at my navel rings with his mouth ... and I already know what you’re going to say, ‘Tara’s a slut’.
Well, guess what, you’re right, and I don’t give a fuck!
In forty-eight hours, I’ll be my husband’s slut ... three months, it’s been!
I tapped Vance on the back and began to pull away, reluctantly ... very reluctantly!
“You still got it, fella,” I told him when we were sitting side-by-side, and I pulled his hand to my mouth, the fingers that had just been inside me, and licked them off, one after the other, the sweet taste of my own pussy juices on them.
“You go out there, dress up nice, and find the prettiest single lady you can, and I’ll put any amount of money that she’ll be thrilled to go out with you,” I told him. “Just be confident in yourself.”
We kissed one last time, and I was alone, twenty-seven minutes from doing it all over again. To say that my pussy was aching was ... there just ain’t no correlation.