Chapter 6

Monday morning, August 16, 2021

“I love your name, Tara, Tara Reid,” Brandon Lucas said, still saying it exactly the way I love, ‘Taura’, “it’s sexy and I love it. But there’s another name that I think is just as sexy, maybe even more so ... Does the name Daniella Shore mean anything to you?” he asked me.

I stopped, his cock buried deep in my belly, “You know ... how?”

“I watched Second Chances four times, I think it’s my favorite movie of all time. I was sure that the woman in the opening scenes of that movie was you the minute I saw you, your voice too. But what I don’t understand is how – it had to be makeup making her look so young, the woman later was the real Daniella.”

“The only explanation I could think of is that you’re Daniella’s daughter. I’d already done some research on Daniella because nobody had heard of her before. I found out about her husband’s accident and coma and the unbelievable story that followed, and that she has a twenty-one-year-old daughter, Jodi. Then the question was why would Jodi be working in a sex club in Tampa? To that, I have no clue, other than that there has to be a good reason.”

“So, you’re Jodi, Daniella’s daughter, right? And what’s the explanation why you’re a stripper at the Pink Orchid?”

I’m sorry but Brandon Lucas’s dick buried in my pussy was being a distraction.

“No, you’re wrong, Jodi wouldn’t ever do what I’m doing, at least not at this stage in her life. I’m Daniella, Dani, my friends and family call me, and the how and why I’m here is a long, complicated story.” I was afraid I’d turned him off, him thinking I was Jodi instead of a fifty-year-old woman.

Instead, he gripped my hips, giving me a little pull, repositioning me on him, sending another thrill through me, so that I let out a small groan.

“I’m not pitching tonight but still need to be there. The game doesn’t start till four, so I have plenty of time. The story, I’m all ears?”

And dick, I thought.

“Ok, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” I told him, “There’s going to be a new movie...” I went on to tell him about the meeting with the studio, that my character would be going undercover as a stripper in a ratty strip club that’s a front for the trafficking of young girls, how I needed to be younger, hence the surgery, and the studio wanting me to have some experience as a stripper...”

Ohh fuck, as I was talking, Brandon was under me, rocking me back and forth, and I was sure his cock was growing. I rested my hands on his solid chest and groaned, he felt so good inside me.

“Kiss me, story time later,” he said, so I did, leaned to him and our lips met, my nipples brushing his chest, suddenly realizing that this time Brandon Lucas was kissing and making love with ME, Daniella, not the made-up Tara. That awareness supercharged my emotions and his cock inside my pussy felt completely different.

I felt his tongue between my lips, invading my mouth, my excitement growing exponentially with every second.

He rolled us over, me now on my back, and he began to make love to me, sliding his cock in and out of my more than willing pussy. He felt sooo good!

He stopped, his cock barely inside me, tormenting me, withholding that next thrust, holding himself up on his hands, looking down at me, “Daniella,” he began, hesitating, “we’re in town until Thursday morning ... stay with me?”

“Tara, here, I’m Tara,” I told him, as he began oh so slowly pushing back inside me. I closed my eyes, unable to think, just imagining – three more glorious nights of this. My heart raced as he pressed deeper ... and deeper.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me, to my mind.

“You have a husband,” he said, just as his cock was bottoming inside me, “He let you come here alone, working in a sex club, I assume he must have had some idea something like this might happen.”

“Okay with this? I don’t know, but I think so. I sent him a text last night...” and I remembered, he hadn’t answered, “my phone, where...?”

“Ooh, fuck!” He pulled out and slammed back into me.

He rolled us over to the edge of the bed and stood up, holding me to him, keeping our ‘connection’. “Let’s find it,” he said, “you can call him.”

“NOW!?” I screeched

He chuckled, “Of course now, no better time,” and he carried me like that back into the other room with my arms wrapped tightly around him, no danger of me slipping, since ... his cock was still buried inside me. My purse was right in front of the door where I’d dropped it, a stark reminder of last night.

He reached down retrieving my purse, then carried me back into the bedroom, and plunked me on the bed on my back. None of that little journey had gone unnoticed inside my pussy.

He stayed like that, still impaling me, our groins pressed tightly together, while I dug the phone out of my purse and turned it on. “Call him,” he said, demanding, “NOW!”

“Check ... text...” I managed to squeak out.

“No ... call...” and he emphasized it by pulling his dick out and slamming back into me.

I squealed, his thrusts were so powerful ... and so good!

“Call, or I do that while you’re talking to him.”

I clicked on my contact list, then ‘Robert’, without even looking to see if he’d texted me back. It was nearly ten, so I knew he’d be at the store, maybe with a customer and not even able to answer his phone.

While it rang, Brandon did his slow in thing, and I had to stifle my moans. It rang three times before Robert answered his phone, “Hi...”

And Brandon drove his dick into me, “Ooh,” I couldn’t stop the moan. The bastard!

“Hon, you there, you okay?” my husband asked from three thousand miles away.

“Hi,” I finally managed, trying hard to sound normal with Brandon Lucas’s dick sliding in and out of me. “Uhuh, I’m fine, just...” He did it again, and I thought I did a much better job of stifling the moan.

Except I knew I was panting, trying to sound normal, “You get my text?” I finally managed to get out, “haven’t had my phone ... on...” as my lover’s lips sucked in my right tit.

“You’re there with him now, aren’t you? He’s fucking you right this minute, isn’t he?”

I couldn’t hide it, no way, “Uhuh,” I told my husband, “his dick’s inside me and he’s sucking my tit ... now, right now!” and I tried to stifle another groan.

“Are you ... are you ... ahhhh! Oh fuck! He said...” another thrust, another groan, “said wouldn’t do this...”

“I have to go to my office,” Robert said.

While I waited for him to come back, Brandon resumed the ‘slow and steady’ while he sucked my tit. I tried to catch my breath, a little hard with my tit in Brandon’s mouth, and what he was doing to my pussy.

I heard Robert’s office door close, then, “How are you doing it, tell me everything,” he said, and I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“I’m ... mmfff...” he thrust inside me, “on my back, his bed ... he’s fucking me...”

“Okay, here’s what I’m asking you to do, put the phone down, roll over and let him do you doggy-style ... and let yourself go, until you both come. I want to hear everything.

I was panting, already getting close, “You ... sure?” I managed to squeak out.