Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 7
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 16, 2021
It felt odd being alone when Brandon left for his game. Not for long though, as I had things to do. I was pleased that he rode with some of his teammates, leaving me his rented Lexus. We’d gone back to my apartment, I retrieved my driver’s license, and he contacted Enterprise, giving them my license number as an authorized driver. I was a little disappointed as I hadn’t wanted to use my real ID instead of Tara’s, but had no choice if I wanted to use his car.
The first thing I did was find Metro PCS to get an upgraded phone. It wasn’t a problem as I had thirty days from my original phone purchase to exchange it.
Maybe I should back up just a bit and describe our afternoon after getting back from the shopping trip. To put it bluntly, after wearing the skirt and top I had, no underwear, and the sexy clothes we bought, I was horny.
I wanted Brandon Lucas to fuck me!
“Pretend you’re in the Champagne Room, you just talked some random, good-looking guy that you met five minutes ago into going back with you, and he has money. What are you going to let him do with you, knowing you can’t fuck? You can’t let yourself have an orgasm either,” he told me.
“Well, first off, I’m horny, now. I want both, from you, now!” I told him, shamelessly being the horny hussy that I was.
He shook his head, “Not happening, after the game, and I want you very, very horny. But now, the Champagne Room?”
I closed my eyes, thinking again that I needed to talk to Katie, but now... “Fifty dollars, you can take my top off, a hundred for both, and you can touch all you want, except my pussy, you can’t touch her. Another hundred and you can suck my tits ... two-hundred, that’ll give you fifteen minutes.”
Brandon got up, found his billfold, and laid two hundred-dollar bills on the dresser. “A girl who knows what she’s worth, I like that,” he said, putting his hands on my bare waist between my skirt and top.
I held my breath, anticipating, my pussy crying out, complaining, because she heard me say, ‘can’t touch.’
He began pushing up, and my heart rate jumped with every inch. When I felt his hands on the underside of my tits ... oh my! And then on my nipples, and I groaned.
I held my arms up, and he pushed my top off, his tongue tickling a nipple, then his lips circling the same nipple, sucking it in his mouth, and my moans intensified. Fuck, it felt good!
While he was sucking, his hands reverted to my hips and began pushing my skirt down, revealing my total nakedness. “How much,” he asked, “just to slip a couple fingers inside?”
His hands slid around to my butt, pulling me against him, and my self-control faded like the daylight fades into night, “Two-hundred dollars,” I told him, wondering if this was what it will be like in the club, because I knew that by the time I reached that room, I’d be horny then too, especially after a night of stripping and seducing.
He got up and I watched him dig out another two hundred-dollar bills, placing them on top the other two, then turned around, that kid-found-the-toybox-look on his twenty-four-year-old face.
Maybe this would be a good time to mention his reaction to my laser-smooth pussy, and I quote, “Tara, you are so fucking sexy!” Maybe not the most scholarly observation but exactly the words a girl likes to hear from her new boyfriend.
‘Boyfriend’, I loved the sound of that word. I thought by then that I could legitimately call Brandon Lucas my boyfriend, and I hoped he considered me his girlfriend. Even if he had a girl in every town, I’d be happy to be his ‘Tampa girl’. I even considered the thought of ‘what if’, after I was home in Kennewick, and him in Seattle. It’s only a three-hour drive.
He returned to where he’d left me a few seconds earlier, “All paid up,” he said, as his hand caressed the soft skin of my pussy lips, and I inhaled sharply as I felt his fingers pressing inside, moving and twisting inside me.
I couldn’t stop myself, squeezing my legs together on his fingers, gritting my teeth, letting out a whimper, and ... his fingers stopped, “No,” he said, “you’re in the Champagne Room, you mustn’t let yourself come.”
I breathed deep, remembering my Lamaze training from so long ago when Jon and Jodi were born, control the pain ... control the orgasm, ‘You can do it,’ I told myself.
It was still right there, right at the brink, but I felt that I could keep it there, not let it loose, “Okay, I’m fine now,” I told Brandon, as his fingers again were pushing deeper, looking for my g-spot, rubbing against my clit, and I breathed deeply, ‘I can do it,’ I told myself again, groaning.
He repeated his admonition, “Do. Not. Come,” as he pulled his fingers out and plunged them back into me, forcing a gasp, panting, and another ‘I can do it,’ thought going through me, as the orgasm demanding to be released was right there!
He did it again, pulled his fingers out, fingering my clit on the way, then plunged back in, deep, and I began whimpering, trying hard to control myself, feeling it slipping, coming closer, harder ... and he pulled his fingers out of me. “Have to work on that a little more before you go back to that club tomorrow,” he said, rubbing me lightly, my body still on stage nine alert. “Tonight,” he said, “you can come tonight after the game, not before,” and he got up, handing me the top and skirt I’d been wearing that day, still no panties or bra.
I was shaking, still breathing hard, the after-effects making me feel like there was no way I could hold off that long. All ‘part of my training’, I presumed.
We picked up the car and my license, and he left for the game with his teammates. I drove to Metro PCS to exchange the phone and left with a Samsung A16, price zero. Why hadn’t I done that before? It would let me take photos, videos, and everything I needed.
Next stop was Tampa Ink and Piercing, the shop that Rose recommended to me. Apparently, several of the girls have gone there for piercings and some for tattoos as well.
I explained what I was looking for and we spent probably an hour talking about it, the guy showing me different designs, they even took photos, ‘down there’ and I made the decision – appointments Monday and Tuesday mornings.
Thankfully, no one thought to ask why I was using just an ID card, my ‘Tara Reid’, rather than a driver’s license, since I was driving Brandon’s Lexus.
One thing, though, I’d have to raise the stakes in the club. I’d have six nights to earn four-thousand dollars, just for this.
I also made the decision that I wasn’t going to mention it to my husband, he’d probably try to talk me out of it, maybe even succeed, but this was something that I, or maybe it was Tara, wanted to do. Daniella had certainly never considered it, not before Tara came into her life.
I stopped at Walmart for a few things I needed, then drove back to the club. There was something I wanted to pick up that I hadn’t thought of that morning, so I picked up what I’d forgotten earlier, talked to Rose just a bit, then left.
Back at Brandon’s room, I took what I’d gotten from the club, my other waitress costume, stripped, and put it on, the heels too, did my makeup like I’d be going out on the club’s floor, then looked at myself in the full-height mirror, and giggling like the naughty girl I was, snapped a couple selfies of myself, one from the front, while I was licking my glossy lips, then another my naked back turned to the mirror, attached them to a text, and sent to my husband.
Then I changed into what I was wearing for Brandon, one of the babydolls I’d just bought, this one just for him tonight. It was pink, silky smooth, the bottom of the top down to just above my navel, and the best part – three heart-shaped cutouts, one for each naked tit, plus one more in the thong, in just the perfect spot.
I took the picture of myself in the mirror and was sure that Robert would be enjoying those pictures, sent the text showing him what I’d be wearing when Brandon came home, then a third text, no picture, just instructions for him to connect his phone to our bedroom TV.
Unfortunately, or I guess fortunately, whichever way you wanted to look at it, our bedroom TV died last April, right before that fateful call from Amanda, my agent. We shopped and decided on a seventy-five-inch Sony Bravia, the sharpest, brightest picture ever.
Robert
I was frantic, desperate for that key, even going so far as to take every piece of canned and boxed food out of the cupboards and pantry, looking on the bottom for a taped-on key. My body was shaking, my mind completely out of control, and finally decided I needed to sit, calm myself and think, where, logically, would Dani hide a key?
And it came to me! I knew ... I’d built a workbench in the garage some time ago, then last winter, on a whim, built a drawer, a secret drawer that you couldn’t see that it was even there. Dani was amazed, she even made the comment, “What a great place to hide something valuable.” It had to be!
I got up and practically ran to the garage, tore open the drawer, and ... no fucking key! Of course, she wouldn’t have, she’d know that I’d look there. I did a methodical search of the garage, any place that could be hiding a small key.
I had another thought, the toilet tanks, would she? We have two bathrooms, one off our bedroom and another off the hallway. I’d already looked in all the drawers and cupboards, even behind the mirrors, but not the tanks. I checked our bedroom one first, took the lid off and looked, no key, then the other – no key.
I was completely out of ideas, so I did what Dani had asked, hooked my phone up to the TV, frightened of what might be shown on it in a little while.
Then I sat in the living room and once again tried to think. I ran my hand between all the cushions on the couches and chair, then tipped the couch and loveseat up looking underneath. I was sure they wouldn’t be there because Dani didn’t have the strength to tip them up, but it was still a place to look.
I knew she couldn’t get into the attic or underfloor because the accesses were too difficult, and I was out of ideas.
One last thought, shoes, Dani had a closet full. I checked every one, hers and mine, no key.
And at slightly past eight, my phone rang. I ran to the bedroom to answer it and it was her number, a video call. I was petrified of what I was going to see and hear. This wasn’t going to be a weak, little audio on my cell phone, the new TV plus the soundbar we’d bought with speakers arranged around the bedroom. Even that audio call ... was that just this morning? Yeah, it was. Anyway, like I was saying before I got distracted, even the audio call at work had totally unnerved me, I’d sat in my office, stunned, for nearly an hour before I could face another person. And then those fucking pictures!
It rang four times before I’d worked up the courage to punch the little green button accepting the call. About a nanosecond later, the image appeared on the TV. Across the entire seventy-five inch screen, Dani lying in the center of a bed, wearing the babydoll she’d sent me the picture of earlier. It was like she was there, right in front of me, not three-thousand miles away in another man’s hotel room.
She lay there, playing with a nipple, and I was already feeling ... fuck! I reached for my dick, feeling nothing except that hard plastic and moaned. My dick felt nothing except trapped. No matter how hard I squeezed that plastic, there was nothing. Fucking inescapable! I doubted then that there was a bigger idiot on the planet.
“In here,” I heard my wife yell. Yeah, there was audio.
I had the sudden thought that I needed to mute both the picture and sound from my end. All that would be on her phone would be a blank screen.
The door was out of the picture, the camera was pointed at the bed, zoomed just right so that the bed filled the entire screen.
“I could get used to this kind of greeting,” I heard his voice before he came into the picture. We’d heard some of Brandon Lucas’s interviews way back when, and I recognized his voice.
Dani held her arms out and Brandon Lucas entered the screen, looking every bit the good-looking guy Dani had fallen for. It wasn’t hard to see why probably every female in the state had fallen in love with the guy, especially my wife. Now, there she was, ninety-eight percent naked in his bedroom.
My heart was pounding, and I wasn’t sure that I could watch what I knew was about to unfold. No, that’s not quite right, I knew I couldn’t. But how the fuck could I not?