Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 8
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 morning, Aug 17, 2021
My morning shower was glorious. How does it get better than Brandon Lucas pressing me up against the shower wall, the hot water streaming over our naked bodies, and him fucking me from behind? I could become addicted to his hard body so easily. It’s only Tuesday and I’m already dreading Thursday, Brandon moving on, the team going to New York, and he’ll pitch Friday while I’m at work taking my clothes off.
‘Work’, it wasn’t so long ago that the word meant getting up in the morning, Robert and I taking turns in the shower, then him to the store, and me to Kennewick High School. Then his accident and it all changed. Now? Robert gets up alone, he goes to work, then goes home to an empty house.
Me, Daniella? I am now Tara Reid, I go to the Pink Orchid Gentlemen’s Club six days a week and take my clothes off for money.
Granted, it’s for a ‘good cause’, a movie intended to help and save kidnapped girls, trafficked in an evil, evil scheme.
At least that’s how it began. Now? I’m looking forward to my ‘job’, wanting not only to learn, which was the original intent, but nothing was said to imply that a girl wasn’t allowed to have fun along the way, enjoy men’s attention, enjoy being sexy, making myself vulnerable, hands caressing my body, wondering how far I can let them go.
Waitressing had turned out to be simple. All I had to do was be sexy and give the guys a little attention. There were strict but simple rules to follow, no nudity, no touching. The rules won’t be nearly so clearcut from now on though. Maybe, not as easy to follow either.
The movie has become secondary to all that, and I know that it’ll be hard when all this has to end. Secretly, I’m glad that Julie forced three months on me instead of one. I almost wish that she’d insisted on a fourth.
Except that I’ll be more than ready to go home, I miss my husband, I miss my friends, I miss my family, and three months is going to be a long time, no matter how much I’ll be enjoying my new life.
Ahh, but this morning, waking up naked, Brandon Lucas’s arms around me, his kisses, then that shower...! I don’t ever want to get dressed, I want to be naked with him, let him fuck me over and over again.
Last night was ... I can’t even begin to describe, glorious, sexy, dazzling, ravishing ... I could go on with superlatives and none would come even close to the reality, how Brandon Lucas felt inside me, his psychological ‘warfare’ ... Ha, what a way to put it, ‘warfare’, perhaps the most glorious warfare on my sanity that I’ve ever experienced.
Speaking of sanity, I’m looking forward to talking to my husband, except he’s at work, ‘real’ work, and I’ll be working when he gets home until very late. Maybe ... I found my phone and sent him a text, ‘Call when you get a chance, hope you enjoyed last night.’
I wondered, with that cage he’d put on himself, how did he cope with that little adventure last night? He’ll probably try again to get me to tell him where the key is, but it’s not going to happen.
I closed my eyes and my mind went back to that moment in February, 2020, when I heard my name, ‘Dani?’ from my husband’s lips, his first word after four months in a coma that the doctors had told me to prepare myself for the likelihood that he would likely never awaken from, how happy I was. ‘Happy’ doesn’t even begin to describe that moment. Then I smiled, thinking of all the revelations that came after, his memories, all that had led up to this moment, me three-thousand miles from home, now a stripper rather than a high school teacher.
What on earth will be our future?
I smiled, thinking of my next couple days, my couple-of-days future will be fucking Brandon Lucas. Then for the next three months, wearing sexy clothes and taking them off in a busy men’s club, and who knows what else in that club.
For the moment, I finished brushing my hair and putting on my makeup and perfume, then joined my boyfriend in the other room, sitting on his lap, naked, and passionately kissing him, hopefully seducing him into fucking me again.
Except he didn’t. “I want you horny at your club, we’ll play after,” he said. Instead, he suggested that I get dressed and we explore Tampa together. “I thought a helicopter tour would be fun, you okay with that?”
“I’d love it! I’ve never been in a helicopter, great idea,” I told him. “When, where?”
“Got off the phone with them just a bit ago, in about an hour, give or take, the guy said.” He pinched one of my naked nipples, chuckling, “Might want to cover these up first though, our pilot might get distracted.”
“Mmm, I’m already distracted, you sure you don’t want to just stay here? I’m sure I could find something to entertain you for a while.”
He smiled, “Tempting, but no, as many times as I’ve been in Tampa, I’ve never done a chopper ride ... never had anyone fun to do it with before now,” as he gently bit my nipple.
Seriously? I thought, I’d have imagined that Brandon Lucas would have a hot girl in every port.
“Guess I better get dressed then, you have any suggestions what I should wear?” I asked him.
“Matter of fact I do, so glad you asked,” then he scooted me off his lap and pawed through my purchases from yesterday. He picked out a burgundy, leather miniskirt and matching bra.
“You can pick the panties ... if you must,” and handed me the skirt and bra.
Did I dare? The skirt was about the same length as the one yesterday, a wrap-around with two buttons at the top to hold it together.
I took it and the bra into the bedroom, wrapped the skirt around my waist and fastened the buttons. It was loose around my waist so I slipped it down until it hung low off my hips, and frowned. I hadn’t realized when I bought it, but it left half my leg exposed, and it was a grand total of twelve-and-a-half-inches long. A week ago, no effin’ way I’d have worn it, panties or not. Now? I walked around a little bit, checking to see if it showed my pussy.
It would be obvious what I wasn’t wearing with all the leg exposed right up to those buttons, but for that very reason, it would be hard to wear panties that looked good. A panty strap would have to be exactly in line with the narrow strip with the buttons and stay there. I walked around, adjusting how it was situated, found what I thought looked the best, the gap just toward the front a little, and sat down on the bed to see what it did. I deduced that I could sit if I was careful, and I did want to do this, sans panties.
Okay, that was decided, now the leather bra. I put it on and it wasn’t a lot more than a shelf bra, covering my nipples by maybe an inch, just a thin strap connecting the cups and around my back. It was tight enough though, that I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. The skirt would be the malfunction just waiting to happen.
But, oh my, did it make me feel sexy!
I’d already done my makeup and perfume so I slipped on a pair of new shoes, about three-inch heels but comfortable, opened the door and stepped out, strutting over to Brandon and cocking my nearly naked leg, “Whatcha think, big boy, your girl look okay?”
His eyes were definitely not looking at mine. “I think...” as his eyes traveled up and back down, “we’d better go if we’re going to.”
“Don’t have to, if you don’t want,” I told him, snuggling up to him, rubbing my tits against his chest, “except the helicopter ride sounds like fun.”
I had to gloat a little, the tent that had appeared in his slacks.
“One thing though, you’re not sitting next to the pilot.”
I pouted as I handed him my phone, shook my hair out, and struck what I thought was about the sexiest pose I could dare without ... you know. “Take a pic for me, please?”
He did and handed me back my phone. “Just a sec,” I told Brandon, while I composed a little text, ‘going out for a helicopter ride with Brandon, then the club later. Had a very nice fuck in our shower this morning,’ I typed, and sent the text along with the picture he’d just taken to my husband. Let him guess whether or not I was wearing panties.
I think my mind had reverted to my twenties along with my body.
Brandon escorted me out, his arm around my very bare waist. I thought I probably looked like a hooker, a very upscale hooker. Oh, just to set the record straight, I didn’t keep the four-hundred dollars from last night. It was just a prop, and Brandon put it back in his billfold this morning. Now, if we’d been in the club...
Minutes later, we saw the sign, ‘Peter O Knight Airport’, and Brandon pulled in the parking lot. “I booked us for two hours, so we should have plenty time,” he told me as we walked toward the FlyVenture office.
I looked around at the helicopters with their big FlyVenture logo on the side, one with the blades just beginning to turn. Ours? I wondered.
Inside, we showed our IDs, I used my fake ‘Tara Reid’, age twenty-nine, no questions asked. I did, however, feel the guy’s eyes undressing me, and I had a thought, I should have business cards printed, ‘Tara Reid, exotic dancer, The Pink Orchid – come visit me’, to hand out to people with ogling eyes. Maybe they’d come and fork over money to see a little more skin.
Actually, I liked the idea, something to ask Katie about when I ask her about the Champagne Rooms, see if any of the girls do anything like that.
Anyway, back to the helicopter, Brandon paid the bill, which I was guessing had to be astronomical, and we were led out to the copter. Unfortunately, I discovered rather quickly that perhaps my attire wasn’t the best choice I’d ever made - the wind of the downdraft blew the skirt so that if anyone had been looking, they’d have seen very clearly my lack of undergarments. It took both hands to tame the two sides of the slit.
“You sit up front,” Brandon yelled at me above the noise of the engine. There were two rows of seats, two each. Our pilot was a fifties-something woman, who didn’t seem interested in my gaping skirt that was still threatening to reveal all after we sat and strapped ourselves in.
Brandon, on the other hand, was chuckling in the back seat over my embarrassing skirt dilemma. Needless to say, woman pilot or not, I held my legs tightly together.
The next two hours were magical. The helicopter didn’t even have doors, which gave an unbelievable feeling. We flew over all of Tampa, over Tropicana Field where the Mariners would be playing that evening, which reminded me how short my time with Brandon was going to be.
The rest of our flight was up and down the coastline of the Gulf, then into the interior, with Karen, our pilot, pointing out so many of the beautiful scenic areas and landmarks. I took dozens of pictures with my cheap phone, but was wishing that I had Robert’s camera. He’d love this, I thought, we’d have to take this the next time we’re both in Tampa, whenever that might be.
At the conclusion of our little ride, I was exhilarated. The ‘no doors’ had been so frightening, especially when Karen had made the little maneuver where I’d been looking nearly straight out at the ground below me, the bubble glass that gave such a view ... I knew I’d have to do it again, with my husband next time.
I thanked Brandon profusely for the exciting mid-day excursion, promising a reward that I was sure we’d both enjoy.
On our way back to his hotel, I asked him to stop at Walmart, I needed a few things for the clothes I bought the day before, hangars, a garment bag, and a suitcase to organize them to take to the club.
I was even more self-conscious with my clothes in Walmart than I had been in the mall yesterday. It seemed that every person turned their head as I walked past, some, especially the moms, with a scowl on their faces. I have to admit though, even if a little self-conscious, I enjoyed every second. Brandon seemed to too, if his face was any indication.
Brandon helped me go through the clothes, hanging them and putting the ones I wanted to take to the club in the garment bag, and it was doing a number on my libido seeing how they were affecting him, him holding some of the outfits up to me to visualize how they’d look. I was getting hornier with every outfit we picked up.
But like the day before, before his game, he rebuffed my efforts to seduce him, “After,” he told me, “we’ll have fun then.” I didn’t understand why we couldn’t have fun before and after, thinking that it was going to be an awfully long night as turned on as I already was.
And my husband hadn’t called all day, which had me worrying. I hoped that it was only because he was busy in the store.
I showered alone and wrapped a towel around myself before going in the other room. “You want to watch me put on my makeup?” I asked Brandon. Robert loved sitting and watching. More than once, it led to a hot session afterward, and ever since that morning with Mark that morning in Seattle where he did my makeup and we made love afterward, it’s turned me on, having Robert watching, It’d be hot having Brandon watching.
He didn’t need coaxing, laying back on the bed, propped on the headboard with a pillow behind his back, and I dropped the towel, naked. I was such a horny slut.
Then I had a thought, calling Robert with another video call, and propped the phone against the mirror. He answered, clearly in the store, the backdrop of rows of parts behind him. “You too busy to talk?” I asked, “I missed you today,” I said with a smile because his view was me, naked.
“No, slowed down for a little bit,” and he looked around, “Hey, Joe, my wife’s on the phone...” They knew I was out of town for an extended period, but I didn’t think Robert had told them exactly what I was doing. “I’m going to my office, you want to watch the counter with Larry?” He always wanted two people at least at the counter. Robert is very big on customer service That, and his ‘made in America’ are his selling points that have worked, even if his prices are little higher than the other parts houses. He even has a big sign in the window, ‘Ninety-percent of our products are MADE IN AMERICA.’
Not that that’s what was on my mind at the moment.
“I have to be at work in a little while, thought while I’m getting ready would be a good time to visit,” I told him. “You doing okay?” I asked.
“Okay as I can without you here, miss you ... a lot,” he said.
“I miss you too, more than you know,” I told him. “We went on a helicopter tour this morning, I don’t know how many times I thought how much you’d have enjoyed it, something we have to do next time you’re in Tampa.”
We were both silent for the next minute or so, Robert just staring into his phone. “You like last night?” I asked him, as I was rubbing a little pink eye-shadow on my lids.
“Yes ... no ... it was hard watching.”
“You want another, tonight after work? It’d probably be a little after eleven your time, the club closes at two on weekdays. I’m going to be horny, it’ll be my first full night of dancing.”
His head lolled back, the look on his face priceless. “No ... I mean yes, please...” he mumbled.
“Should be hot and steamy,” I told him, “you’ll enjoy, I’m sure.”
His eyes rolled up and he groaned.
It was then that I heard a knock on his office door, then heard one of his guys, “Hey, boss, hate to interrupt, but we just had four customers through the door all at the same time, you might want to...”
Robert looked frustrated, “This is why I hadn’t called...” he said, sounding frustrated, wanting to say more
“Go, I understand, I’ll call you tonight,” I told him, adding, “hook the phone to the TV again,” and he was gone. I hadn’t even had a chance to ask him if he’d liked my picture I sent him earlier.
I went back to work on my eyes, thinking that I’d have to think hard about the key. Three months was going to be a long time for him, even without that little complication, except I didn’t want to give up my hiding place in case I wanted to use it again. Well, that, and the fact what he’d told me, ‘however long it takes’, even though I knew he wasn’t planning on three months when he said it,
Then I concentrated on putting on a show for Brandon, and from the look of his mid-section, my little show was working. Apparently, watching a naked woman putting on makeup is a common pleasure for the male species.
I finished with the lip gloss, rubbed my lips together for that little extra, got up, and slipped the leather skirt back on. I’d come to like how it looked and felt on me, especially how my naked pussy underneath teased. I thought it might even be fun to start with it on stage.
I fastened the bra, positioned it just right on my tits, and told Brandon, “Need some shoes and I think I’m ready, you going to have time to take me before the game?”
“Plenty time, the game doesn’t start for several hours. But first, I have another little surprise,” and he dug in his plastic bag of ‘goodies’, and came out with a small box, handing it to me, “Try this,” he said, “it’ll be fun.”
I took the box, ‘Fifty Shades of Grey Inner Goddess Silver Jiggle Balls’, and opened it; two silver, egg-shaped balls, about an inch-and-a-half by two-inches, connected to each other by a thin rubbery shaft, and a short string loop on one end.
“Something I thought you might enjoy at work,” he said
“You say that like you know all about it. How many girls have you bought this for?” I asked him.
He just smiled, no answer. “Feel them, there’s a smaller, heavy ball inside each of the big balls, giving a little bit of stimulation as long as you’re moving.
“Go ahead, put it in,” and he handed me a tube of lube, then turned away, I guess he thought I needed a little privacy to push this thing inside my pussy. I smeared on the lube, spread my legs apart, and pushed them inside myself, biting my bottom lip as I did. They felt good as my vagina swallowed them, disappearing up inside me.
I got up and walked around, oh my! “A LITTLE stimulating?” I asked him, “I’d sure hate to see a lot,” and walked in the other room, around the suite.
He chuckled, “Maybe that stimulating cream might have helped too.”
“You’re an ass, anyone ever tell you that?” I told him. I meant it too, except I was pretty sure that I’d like them inside me.
“Oh, and she told me to warn you that you’ll need to use some muscles to hold them inside you since you’re not used to them, it might be embarrassing to have them pop out in front of all those people,” he chuckled, “and doing that, she said, will heighten the effects quite considerably.”
I wondered if I could do this with the throbbing between my legs. I understood why they were called ‘jiggle balls’, it was like ... fingers flexing inside me with every step, and I saw ... or felt what that sales girl had meant when she said they might fall out. I didn’t know if they would but they felt like it.
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