Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 5
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Sunday evening, August 15, 2021
Brandon Lucas, star pitcher for the Seattle Mariners, the very first name on my ‘would do him’ list, he’s following me to room four, with my legs barely able to move.
I’ve never even been inside one of these rooms, never even had the courage to walk down the hallway, we waitresses ‘don’t’. Except, I’m not a waitress any longer, I’ve officially graduated to full-fledged stripper, one of the performers. I will always, hereafter, be a ‘stripper’.
Yes, it was done at the behest of Artistre Studio, but I didn’t ‘strip’ for Artistre Studio, I did it for me, and for Brandon Lucas. I took my clothes off and got naked on a stage in front of at least a hundred people, mostly horny men.
Now, I’m going to get naked, and more, for one person, Brandon Lucas, because Tara Reid wants to. She’ll earn money, but she wants this. Is this how a prostitute feels her first time?
There’s a couch inside, an easy chair, and a couple armless dining-type chairs. Brandon Lucas sat on the couch, opened his billfold, peeled away ten hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to me.
I stared at them, a treasure in my current situation, “You know ... I can’t...” I tried to tell him, not able to finish my thoughts.
“I know,” he said, “I just want to enjoy your company, it’s been a long road trip.”
I set the money down on an oak stand and asked him, “What do you want me to do? We have as long as you want.”
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
I shook my head, “No,” I told him.
“Can you get naked for me, sit with me. You seem different, like you don’t belong here, I like that.”
I stood directly in front of him, my hands shaking even harder than they had on the stage, this was Brandon Lucas, alone, with me! God, how I wanted this.
I began to lift my top, stopped and smiled at him, my ‘sexy’ smile, “I want you to do it,” I told him, my heart pounding, already feeling his fingertips grazing my skin.
He stood, making the half-step to stand right in front of me, “Can I kiss you first?” he asked, sounding like a shy kid I remembered going to a movie with once, long, long ago.
I remembered having an ‘ugh, icky’ feeling when he asked me that, it was to be my first kiss.
There was no ugh, icky, feeling when Brandon Lucas asked to kiss me, just lightning bolts going off in my head, hardly believing that this could be real. I’m five-feet-eight, and with my six-inch heels, six-two, only two inches shorter than Brandon Lucas’s six-four. He barely had to lean for our lips to meet.
And meet they did, his arms around me, mine around his neck, the impossible dream, the ‘what if’ I’d wondered about so many times, coming true. His lips soft and melting to mine, his tongue beginning to probe, the scent of his expensive cologne...
He pulled me to him, our bodies mashing together, his manhood hard and pressing against my stomach. I only wished...
But that wasn’t to be. What else this night might bring, I could only imagine, but not that. His kiss deepened, if that was even possible, and I ventured my tongue into his mouth, hearing a soft moan from him. I, Daniella Shorel, no ... Tara Reid, had elicited a moan from Brandon Lucas!
I never wanted it to end, but he pulled away, my lips still feeling him, my eyes closed, “That was worth the thousand dollars,” he whispered.
I was relishing his kiss, embedding it into my memory banks for the evermore future, when I felt fingertips on my skin, pushing my tank top up, and I remembered where we were, Brandon Lucas undressing me!
I felt his fingertips pressing upward, against the sides of my tits, and couldn’t breathe as they lifted higher ... and I held my arms up, the fabric catching on my hard nipples. I opened my eyes, staring him in the face, my top being pushed over my head ... and suddenly, I was topless, my top falling to the floor.
Thank you, Rose, for the ‘no bra’! I thought to myself.
“Anyone tell you lately how beautiful you are?”
My husband had. I shook my head, “My ex-boyfriend, he used to tell me, not exactly a rousing compliment after he left me for a younger girl.”
“He’s an idiot, perhaps I’ll apply for the position if it’s still vacant,” he told me.
My husband’s words from just that morning reverberated through me, ‘Maybe you need a boyfriend... ‘
I longed to tell him the truth. If it hadn’t been for my fear that he’d walk out the door...
No, he was leaving, probably getting on a plane early tomorrow morning. This was all I was ever to have with Brandon Lucas.
I opened my eyes, he was staring at me, my tits standing proudly, nipples hard with their arousal. “Can I take off my shirt?” he asked.
My shaking fingers went to the top button of his shirt, one after another, popping it loose, then another ... his muscular chest and shoulders coming into view. One doesn’t realize how hard the muscles must be to throw a baseball at a hundred-four miles per hour.
My heart pounded as I pushed his shirt off, feeling his skin and muscles with my hands, then pressing my breasts to his bare chest and kissing him once again.
Oh God, I wanted him ... inside me! Knowing it was not to be ... not now, not ever!
We kissed, my breasts smashed against his skin, his hands roaming, one pressing into my ass so that I was pushed against his erection. I pulled my lips away, panting, “My skirt, my panties ... please. I felt like I was going mad with the desire for him.
He kissed down my neck, sucking in my left tit, his hands busy, one unzipping, the other pushing, frantically, like I was feeling, and ... I was naked!
“My pussy ... can’t...” panting, whimpering, desperately wanting him there, his fingers, his mouth ... his cock!
He sucked my other nipple in his mouth, my fingers digging into his scalp...
Is this what it’s going to be like, taking customers to the Champagne Room? I’d go mad, three months of this and no relief.
He sat back down, watching me standing in front of him naked, running his hands up and down my legs, stoking my lust. “Your skin is so perfect, so smooth. It reminds me of that perfect sinker, straight toward the waistline, then it drops into the dirt, swing and miss, strike three. You’re that perfect.”
He chuckled, “I know, pretty dumb, huh? It’s just ... I’m thinking perfect here, it was the only thing I could think of that seems as perfect as you are.” He looked up at me, “Tara, I know you don’t know me, but you do know who I am, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I want you, right now more than any woman I’ve wanted for a very long time.”
My heart was going pitter-patter, beating through my chest, the heat between my legs nearly unbearable. I squeezed them together, hoping it would help relieve the pressure, it didn’t, only made it worse. What was happening here?
“Tara,” even pronouncing it ‘Taura’, “would you go with me tonight, to my hotel? I want what we can’t have here, and I think you do too. I’m not pitching tomorrow, and we can have the rest of the night.”
My hand shot to my mouth, he was asking ... Brandon Lucas was asking me to sleep with him, tonight!? ‘I’d do him’ shot through my mind once again, what I’d told my husband over three years ago, and must have thought a thousand times over the next year-and-a-half, every time I saw his name in print, or his picture, or most anything baseball.
My husband ... could I? Robert’s words reverberated through me all over again, I’d discarded them at the time, but, ‘have my permission,’ ‘need a boyfriend... ‘ his words, not mine.
Was he serious? Would he have said it if he’d known who?
I’d told my husband ... Yet, I wanted to so badly, I felt like bawling, “I’m sorry ... can’t...” I told Brandon Lucas. My husband, I’d told him I wouldn’t. I just ... couldn’t!
He ran his hands up my sides, cupping my tits and kissed me ... God, the man can kiss! “You sure? That hotel bed gets very lonely at night,” he asked, breaking away, then kissed down my neck, down my chest to my left tit, sucking it into his mouth. Ohhh!
I moaned, my hands in his hair, pulling him to me, knowing what I’d told Robert ... what he’d told me, his very last words, ‘A single girl,’ burned into my brain. Still, I ... I just can’t! “Yes,” came out of my mouth, my brain still screaming a loud ‘no ... you’re MARRIED!’
I looked at the clock on the wall, two-twenty-seven, how did it get so late?
“I’ll be waiting out back,” he said, “green Lexus, it’s a rental.”
“Wear your waitress outfit, nothing else,” he told me, and then was gone.
I had to ... wanted to do this, God I wanted to. I dressed as quickly as I could and picked up my money. “Jeff,” I asked him on my way back to the dressing room, “can I leave a little early? I’m...”
“I know, he already told me, Brandon Lucas huh, not a bad catch, he’s gonna be one of the great ones someday, whupped up on our asses today, three-zip, complete game and we got a grand total two hits off him. He waved me on, “Go,” he said, “no place for you now anyway, you’ll be in the stage rotation Tuesday, better bring some sexy outfits, Girl.”
I kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks, Jeff, I owe you.”
I’m not normally a giddy schoolgirl, but I was on that short walk back to the dressing room. Scared too!
Rose had gone home, most of the performing girls had too, they were through for the night, just Katie and two others were still here. Katie, I think, was in one of the Champagne Rooms, Amber, not her real name, was on the stage, and LeeAnn was out on the floor, doing a lap dance. Jodi and Carolyn were still serving drinks.
There were only about a dozen-and-a-half customers left in the club. Obviously, early Monday morning was not a busy time.
I pecked out a note on my phone to my husband, ‘Were you serious about the boyfriend? Need to know in ten minutes,’ and hit send.
I had no clue what I’d do if he texted me back with a ‘no’.
I took off my clothes, spritzed my ‘lady part’ and other places with perfume, fixed my makeup and lipstick one more time, then put on the g-string, stockings, and pasties like Brandon had asked, then locked my money in my locker with my street clothes. I hadn’t counted it, but knew there had to be at least two thousand dollars. There were an awfully lot of smaller bills, tens and twenties from my dance, besides my waitress money and Lucas’s thousand. After paying the club its due, plus Rose’s tip, I’d no doubt clear at least fifteen hundred dollars.
No friggin’ wonder girls turned to stripping for their college money or whatever. They probably didn’t normally have a thousand dropped in their lap at one time, but the dancers usually made at least a half dozen trips to the Champagne Rooms in a night. I will be doing that, starting Tuesday, the thought sending a shudder through me.
Tonight though, I was going to spend the night with Brandon Lucas! I could hardly wait to tell Jen, my husband too.
The green Lexus was parked at the far end of the parking lot with its headlights on, and I made straight for it, suddenly aware that I was outside wearing practically nothing. I hurried, as much as a girl can hurry wearing six-inch heels, and slid into the front seat.
“You wore it,” he said, “this time when I take it off you...”
I shuddered, my pussy feeling like it was going to explode. He leaned over and kissed me, one of his hands groping my tit. My nipples had been hard before, every time I wore this, they’d been hard, but now, that soft center of the pastie was stretched to its limit.
I wondered, what was going to happen?
“I think we better get going,” he said, finally pulling his lips from mine.
I looked at his crotch, wondering, should I? His bulge was massive, God how I wanted him inside me! The fact that I was on my own, my husband three-thousand miles away, not having his explicit permission, only fueled my lust. I decided against what I’d been wanting to do, I had no desire to wake up in the morgue. That wouldn’t do Brandon Lucas’s career a lot of good either, for him to wake up beside me, likely ruin my husband’s day too.
Brandon was staying at the Hyatt Place in St Petersburg. The parking lot was full, except a few spaces in the far corner, and the consequences of my clothing choice became suddenly very apparent. “How...?” I asked him.
He grinned, “Lot less people than the club where you wore that,” he said.
“But ... but...” and panic suddenly overwhelmed me, looking at the distance from his car to the lobby, me ninety-eight-point-seven-percent naked.
He chuckled, climbing out, then opening my door, tugging my hand, and pulling me out of the car. “Don’t even give it a thought,” he said, “besides, no one will notice. They’ll all be looking at me, famous and all, you know.”
Yeah ... right!
I did it though, the same as I’d overcome my panic so many other times in the last half-week, took a deep breath, and walked across the lot and into the lobby of the Hyatt Place, dressed in nothing except a g-string and two three-quarter inch nipple pasties. Thankfully, it was three in the morning, so not a lot of people were out and about.
There was, however, a clerk at the front desk, and I was sure that it was no doubt Brandon Lucas that his eyes were following as we walked to the elevator. He probably didn’t even notice naked me in my six-inch heels. At least he’d have a story to tell his friends, about how he’d seen Brandon Lucas.
I wondered, when the movie came out, would he connect the ‘police detective’ in the movie with the girl he’d seen walk through his lobby in a g-string?
Inside the elevator, before Brandon pushed the button for his floor, his lips were on mine, at the same time, peeling the pasties off my nipples, and I moaned with his lips on me, sucking, gently biting as the elevator rose. By the time the doors opened on the twenty-ninth floor, I was breathless, clawing at Brandon Lucas’s scalp. Walking down the hall, topless and so nearly bottomless, in the super-aroused state I was in ... I have no idea how to describe it!
Brandon’s hand was shaking when he tried putting the plastic key card in the little slot, then remembered that it wasn’t a slot, the little strip just wiped over it, and the door unlocked.
Inside, he trapped me against the door, pressing his body against mine, his lips on mine, and his fingers inside the crotch of my g-string, pressing inside me.
“Ooh, ooh, oh fuck, oh fuck,” my legs gave out, his hand and his fingers holding me from collapsing on the floor.
“We can do this a couple of ways,” I heard him say as his fingers were working miracles inside me, “probably more than a couple, but that’s all that’s coming to me at the moment...”
Oh fuck, my body was squirming, I couldn’t stop the writhing...
“The civilized way...”
Oh fuck, just ... oh fuck, his finger was on my g-spot ... oh fuck!
“I’d carry you over to the bed, slide your panties down your legs, then you’d watch me undress, and I’d climb on the bed and make mad, passionate love to you...”
Mmm, I liked it... “The other?” I asked, trying to speak.
He chuckled, “I guess ... the uncivilized way...”
I squeezed my legs together, those fingers! “Your choice,” I told him, trying to get my legs under me.
“No, no, ladies’ choice, civilized ... or not?”
Oh fuck, “Just ... fuck me!” I squealed.
“What I thought,” he said as he flipped me around facing the door, pressing me up against it, and pushed my legs apart. I felt his pants drop, then his fingers pushing the g-string aside, and the head of his cock beginning to push into me.
I was panting, scratching at the door, feeling so fucking helpless ... and God, I wanted Brandon Lucas inside me!
I was wet and knew it, I think I’d been that way since I opened that package two nights earlier and saw the costume I’d be wearing.
I felt him push, it had seemed like eons since the last time with my husband, was that just last Thursday morning, three days ago?
He was stretching me, and I was having a hard time breathing, And then ... oh fuck ... I couldn’t stop the scream, Brandon Fucking Lucas was all the way inside me! Fucking me!
Girls dream, this had been my dream. But the reality ... fuck, fuck, fuck ... he pushed, his balls pushing against me. He pulled out and slammed back into me, fucking lifting my feet off the goddamn floor!
I’d never dreamed THIS!
It’d always been his ‘civilized’ way.
I liked THIS!
His breath was ragged, and I wished I could see his face, but fuck, this was so intense. He slammed into me again, and again, and again! Each time seemingly harder, deeper. My husband had never fucked me like this, even his hardest seemed tame in comparison.
My body was awash in sweat pouring off me ... another thrust ... and the orgasm hit with no warning. I screamed, my body shuddering, writhing, up on my heels, my feet dangling off the floor with every thrust.
I felt his body stiffen, his semen gushing inside me, bringing on my spasms anew, and I screamed again, feeling like I was clawing a hole through the door. Brandon Lucas’s semen ... inside ME! A LOT of semen.
We collapsed on the plushly carpeted floor, his strong arms around me. “Guess we try the civilized way now?” he suggested, and I broke out giggling, Brandon chuckling, his milky-looking semen gushing out my pussy onto my g-string that I still had on, the seven square inches of silk having become a sopping mess.
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