Danielle's Diary: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

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Danielle's Diary

The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl

Episode 1: "Vacation in Atlantic City!

Chapter XI: Extend-O-Vacation!"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 9: Monday

Danielle stared out the window into the very early morning. She wasn't looking at anything in particular nor was she thinking about anything in particular. Her eyes darted lazily from the few points of light that could be seen, to an occasional bird that glided past her large window to the low clouds that glowed softly in the approaching morning light. She was wide awake; she'd awoken sometime earlier and just lay there enjoying being next to Jason. She lay in the crook of her lover's arm, head resting gently on his shoulder, an arm draped over his chest that rose and fell slightly with each breath he took. He was naked; she was still dressed in her sheer nightie and stockings. Occasionally she'd take a peek from the window to look at his soft cock, lying on his body; she would see an intermittent twitch that might have been a result of the dream he'd been having at that particular time. She lay still as best as possible as she didn't want to wake him until he needed to get up for work. Another reason she didn't want to wake him was that she was enjoying being so close to him; every breath she took carried his wonderful scent to her senses. It was both a comforting scent as well as one that constantly reminded her of the bond they shared. 'Not that I need reminding', she thought to herself, smiling. Putting it simply, she loved his scent. She lay there for a while, lost in his aroma and the feeling of contentedness.

The sun was rising, but the sky she saw was still in the dark purple stage; her window faced the West so it would be a little time yet until it showed any brightness that would count toward it being called 'daylight'. She tried to estimate the time. She knew he'd set his alarm for 5:00AM the previous day so he would get up in time to get ready for work. Sunrise was generally around 5:40 in the morning and it didn't appear as though the sky had lit up enough to be close to 5 o'clock, so she guessed it to be around 4:30. Figuring it was a good time to awaken him, she ever-so-slowly extricated herself from under his arm; she heard him sniff a couple of times, but he did not move or wake up. She inched her butt down the bed without shaking it or making it creak. When she felt she was in the position she wanted to be, she stopped and sat for a few moments to be sure that he hadn't awakened.

She set her elbow on the bed gently, close to his hip and leaned over him. Starting at the tip of his cock, she traced a very slow line of soft kisses down the underside of his shaft as it faced upward as it lay on his abdomen. When she reached the base of his cock, she ran the tip of her tongue delicately up to the top. From tip-to-base, she'd repeat the same process of soft kisses down and then licking her way up. As she teased his cock, she'd feel it get a little harder each time, occasionally twitching to the sensations she was giving his beautiful cock. After several minutes of this gentle teasing, she'd start kissing again, but with a little more pressure from her lips and tongue. With each successive circuit of tip-to-base and back, she'd added a little more to her oral ministrations. Soon, his cock was fully hard and pulsated with the beating of his heart.

She encircled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger and lifted his luscious suck stick; she softly closed her lips around the top inch and licked and sucked softly. She kept this stage of her mouth actions going for several minutes; she felt him stir, but he didn't awaken. She bobbed her head down a bit and took another inch, still twirling her tongue around and sucking softly. Up-and-down she went, slowly, arousing his cock so that it would eventually wake him. He stirred and moaned, but then still. On the following downward motion, she took another inch in her mouth. As she bobbed, she could taste slight traces of precum; she could also feel his balls move slightly as his ball sack slowly tightened. She took a little more of his cock in her mouth and started a slow stroke around the base. After a few minutes of her performing an outright blowjob at this point, she felt his precum ooze heavily from his cock. Soon after, she took her hand off of his cock and plunged his cock in her mouth as far as it would go; her gag reflex kicked in and she gagged loudly. She heard him inhale sharply; a moment later his legs moved slightly and he moaned.

"Oh, fuck, Danielle, suck it...suck it," he moaned and put his hand on her head.

Now that she'd had him awake, she bobbed hotly on his cock, bringing her mouth to the tip and suckling and licking the precum that flowed. Then she'd feel pressure on her head and his hot poker slid quickly in her mouth, the head knocking on her throat's door. Depending on how long Jason held her head was directly related to the amount of gagging and choking sounds filling the room. At first, she was gagging with each thrust of his cock in her mouth, but as he got closer to orgasm, he mainly had her bobbing on the top half. It wasn't long before he could not take any more.

"S-swallow my cum...uhn...whore," he said, continuing the nasty names he'd started hours before.

He stiffened and held her head in both hands; he groaned loudly and his cock gushed his early-morning load. She moaned around his cock and flicked at the head as he came; the resulting tingles from her mouth made him shiver. He moaned and panted with each of the handful of spurts that he shot into her mouth. When she felt that her mouth was sufficiently full, she swallowed his seed and licked and slurped as more entered her mouth. He relaxed on the bed and the cum leaking from his cock was nothing more than a dribble, so she swallowed the remaining fluid and slowly, teasingly, swirled her tongue up his cock in a circular motion, making him shiver more. She got to the tip and she rapidly flicked her tongue under the head. He gasped and yanked his cock out of her mouth. She swallowed and scooted her way up to him. He looked at her in the very dim light of the morning.

"Do I make a good alarm clock?" she said, kissing his open lips, moistening them with the remnants of her saliva and his cum.

"Jesus fuck, Danielle," he panted, "will you ever stop being amazing?"

"Uh, no, not really," she kissed his lips again, then moving her kisses to his nearest nipple.

He moaned at what her mouth was doing to him.

"I could wake up like that every day," he said, getting his breathing under control.

"Don't you wish," she said, poking him and raising up quickly.

But he was quicker. He pulled her down and tickled her, filling the room with her happy sounds of laughter.

"One of these days, I'll get you where I want you," he said, letting up on his tickling.

"Says you."

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. He ran his hands all over her body; she ran her fingers through his hair. Suddenly, they both jumped at the sound of his alarm going off. They both laughed at themselves for the silly reactions.

"Looks like I had pretty good timing, huh?" she said smiling, raising an eyebrow.

"Pretty good," he said, grabbing his phone and silencing the loud annoyance. "I'd love to stay, but I have a few things to do before my shift."

"I know, baby," she said, sitting up. "I'll see you during the day."

He kissed her deeply one more time and got up and dressed.

"Can we do dinner?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

"I'll call you or stop by the desk when I know what time I can meet."

She walked him to the door where they kissed deeply one more time.

"See you later, honey. Thanks for waking me up in such an awesome way."

"You know it, handsome," she said smiling.

He quickly kissed her lips one more time and was out the door.

Her first order of the day was to go see Scott to take care of a couple of loose ends. But, as it was only 5:15 and although he did usually arrive for his shift a bit early, she knew he wasn't going to be a full 90-minutes ahead of schedule. So she kept busy by straightening the room, where needed, getting naked and tossing her used lingerie into the laundry bag and jumping in and enjoying a hot shower. She took extra time in cleaning her cock and ass. She didn't intend to masturbate, but she did wash her cock and balls, stroking herself to hardness, enjoying the slick feelings of the soapy mixtures on her cock. She fought the urge to continue; she'd stopped stroking herself when her precum mixed with the soap to make her stroking extra-slick and tingly. She lathered her ass and crack and scrubbed herself well. She took a couple of fingers and finger-fucked herself for several minutes, making sure that she was clean, inside and out. She stood panting under the hot spray, rinsing off the soap and making her body fresh for the day. She turned off the water, stepped out of the tub and dried herself. Tossing the towel on the shower rod, she made her way to the sink.

After brushing her teeth, she gathered together the makeup she'd need for the day. She put on a coating of mauve eye shadow then followed up with black eye liner and mascara. Finishing her makeup ritual with rose lip gloss and a slight powdering of blush, she gave herself a couple of dashes of vanilla- blackberry perfume, turned off the light and went back into the room to pick her outfit for the day.

She shimmied into a pair of nude pantyhose, the beginnings of her outfit. Then she slipped on a white cotton bra and panty set. Pulling on and fastening her baby pink mid-thigh length skirt, she followed it up with her 3/4 sleeve white blouse. She slipped on and buckled her black strappy stilettoes and finished the outfit with a black lace choker. She took a quick inventory of her purse to make sure she had everything, and enough money, for the day and zipped it closed. As it was still only a little after 6AM, she decided on an early morning stroll on the boardwalk. Making sure that the safe was secure, she left a tip for the cleaning staff, turned off the light and headed out the door.

It was a beautiful morning; the sky was brightening with the coming sun and the dew gave the air a flowery smell. Danielle walked casually thinking to herself, passing a few other early-morning walkers and joggers. She knew she was going to see Edgar, her bank friend, later that day. She thought she should try to find some time to stop by the Breckinridge Tool & Die Company where she, rather Daniel, had an office cubicle that they were expecting to be filled once again starting the upcoming Wednesday. Thomas Breckinridge was a late-20- something that inherited the business from his late father, Thomas Jefferson Breckinridge the Second. He tried running the company, and his employees, like his father did, but he just came off as being mostly clueless, but she guessed he tried. Danielle didn't think he meant to be that way; she just felt that he didn't learn the business like Daddy wanted him to and he was trying to make it up as he went.

She found herself in the area of the Tropic Rain and since she still had some time to kill, she went inside with a certain purpose in mind. She walked through the casino, quiet at this time of morning even with the handful of players that were here and there, and made her way to the lobby. She found the Front Desk and approached the person that was behind the counter. He was dressed in a similar style as the bellhops at the Starr, though differently colored, so she assumed that's what this young man's position was.

"Good morning, Miss, may I help you?" he asked in a soft, almost shy, tone of voice.

She looked him over momentarily. He had wavy brown hair, combed neatly, but a few strands he purposely had hanging in his eyes. His eyes; Danielle marveled at how his hazel eyes sparkled as he looked around. He stood 5-feet-7 or 8-ish and she thought he had slight feminine features about him. His face was cute, with no sign of facial hair or ever needing shaving. He had a gold nametag that read 'Taylor'.

"I'd like to find out if a guest is still checked-in."

"The Desk Manager will be out shortly, Miss," he said, smiling softly.

A moment later, a tall dark man in his upper-30s came out of a back office. His black suit was clean and pressed sharply. He handed the young man a slip of paper.

"Here's your schedule for the week, Taylor. It starts tonight at 11."

"Thanks very much, Mr. Stevens. Have a good day, Miss," he said, giving Danielle a small wave.

"You too, honey, thank you," she said, smiling at him.

"How can I help you?"

"Could you tell me if Richard Devlin is still checked in? He was one of the doctors that were attending a conference."

"Do you know his room number?"

"Hm, no, sorry."

"One moment, please." He went into his computer and pressed several keys. "D-e-v-l-i-n?"

"That's correct."

A moment later: "No, Miss, I'm sorry. Dr. Devlin checked out yesterday afternoon."

"Ah, damn."

"Is everything alright, Miss?"

"Oh, yes, thank you. I just wanted to see him before he left."

"I see," he said, nodding.

"I have his office number. Thank you for checking," she said.

"You're very welcome," he responded, smiling gently.

She left the Tropic Rain and made her way back up the boardwalk.

It was just after 6:45 when she entered the foyer of the Starr from the boardwalk. She smiled to herself as she passed the table where she'd bought the ticket that would eventually change her life. She continued on through the casino passing a few players at a blackjack table. Entering the lobby, she saw that Scott was talking to a slightly-balding man behind his counter. The man nodded a few times and then left. She approached the counter, smiling.

"Good morning, Scott. I hope you rested well."

"I fell asleep quickly." They laughed. "Thank you again for last night."

"Oh, you're welcome, honey. I enjoyed it. Maybe we can do it again sometime? Just the few of us," she chuckled.

"That would be great."

"I'll mention it to Jason."

"Someone mention me?" She heard come from further down the counter.

"Hi, honey," she said as he came up to them.

"Hey," he said, leaning down and kissing the hand she had resting on the counter.

"Mr. Spencer, how many times have I told you there's no fraternizing with the guests?"

"Well, in that case, Boss, I won't share my girlfriend with you," he said, chuckling.

"Oh! I guess I was told!"

Danielle had a good laugh watching the exchange between her two friends.

"Behave, guys, there's plenty to go around," she said, smiling devilishly.

"What?!" Jason exclaimed.

They all laughed loudly drawing some attention to themselves from other guests.

"Well, anyway Scott, let's take care of business before you get busy. I don't want to hold you up."

"Boss, I'm going to make the rounds of the first ten floors, check for carts and stuff."

"Alright, Jason."

"See you later, baby," he said, throwing her a kiss.

"Later, honey," she winked.

"Okay, let's see what we have here," Scott began. He did a few things on his computer. He took a printed page that the printer had just spit out and he handed it to Danielle. "This is for Tara's room. Just sign as you did for Suzie's."

Once again, she signed her feminine name and felt good about it. She handed the paper back to Scott.

"Perfect. That's all we need for now."

"I have one more thing I'd like to ask you."

"Shoot."

"First, I'd like you to extend my stay, oh I dunno, 'til Thursday, I guess. Also, I was thinking about changing rooms. Something a little bigger?"

"Okay, let's address the first part. You won't need to extend your stay, not in the computer, anyway. Basically your stay ends when you check-out. So, don't check-out until about noon on the day you're planning to leave. You can actually check-out earlier, but noon is the limit."

"That makes it simple."

He typed more into his computer.

"And the second part?" she asked.

"Checking now. Let's see...A suite will be available for you to move into at noon. Larger room, more comfortable. There are more amenities, if you want me to go over them."

"We can do that later. I like the 'more comfortable' part," she chuckled.

"Sounds good. Alright then, Suite 3912 will be yours at noon, Miss Stefani," he said smiling.

"Thank you, Sir. Do you need me to sign anything now?"

"As we speak," he said as the printer powered up and soon after ejected her form.

"Can you arrange for someone to help me move my stuff?"

"Absolutely. They'll be at your door at noon."

"Thank you, Scott. I'll kiss you later, someone might be watching," she said, grinning.

"I appreciate that. And you're welcome, Danielle," he said smiling warmly.

"Now I'm gonna go pound on Suzie's door so we can go to breakfast," she chuckled.

"Enjoy." he said, chuckling too.

She gave him a wave and she headed for the elevators.

Danielle approached Suzie's door and didn't see any signs, which meant the tall blonde's door was fair game. Using the side of her balled fist and smiling to herself, she placed five hard, well-placed blows on the door. Even though it was after 7AM, she hoped the noise didn't bother anyone else in the area. She was ready to hit the door again when the door creaked open. She stifled a laugh when a sleepy-faced Suzie peeked around the edge of the door. Her slitted eyes tried to focus on Danielle and at the same time, filter out the light that was shining in the hallway.

"Come on, sunshine, we have a date."

"Do you know what time it is?" the blonde croaked.

"Yes," Danielle said, pushing the door slightly and entering the room.

Suzie followed her slowly after closing the door. "Okay, would you mind telling me?"

Danielle followed her in; the room was dark, no lights were on and the curtains were drawn tight.

"What are you a vampire? Let the light in!"

"Oh, shut up," Suzie groaned, sitting on the bed.

"Someone's cranky," Danielle said, sitting down in the comfy easy chair.

"You could have knocked instead of scaring the crap outta me."

Danielle laughed at her friend's comment.

"Oh shut up," Suzie said, tossing a pillow at Danielle.

"I'll leave you alone, if you want to go back to bed."

"No, it's alright, Tom left a while ago, so I'm alone for the day. What are we doing today?"

"Well, after breakfast I thought we'd go for a walk and maybe hit the Sampson."

"No beach?"

"I'll be busy today from noon onward, so how about the three of us do the beach tomorrow."

"Three?"

"You, me and Tara makes three."

"How cute, you rhymed."

"Oh shut up," Danielle said chuckling, tossing the pillow back at Suzie.

After the pillow hit her, Suzie tossed the pillow back on the bed and stood up. "Okay, you win. Lemme shower."

"Okay, honey, I'll be here."

Suzie took off her lingerie, tossed it on the bed and walked into the bathroom naked.

Danielle sat while the tall blonde washed and refreshed herself. She spent the time looking at a few things on her phone and making a few notes. Then she had an idea she thought might make the meeting with her employer go smoother. She dialed the office number and a syrupy-sweet voice answered the phone. She'd intended on leaving a voicemail; she'd forgotten that Breckinridge's secretary Karla was a brown-noser, and also Breckinridge's sister-in-law, and was always at her desk thirty minutes early. Every day.

"Good morning, Breckinridge Tool & Die," the cheery voice began. Danielle nearly choked with laughter when she thought of Karla as a tool. But she caught herself in time. "This is Karla Miller, how may I help you?"

"Miss Miller, I'd like to schedule an appointment to see Mr. Breckinridge this afternoon, please."

"What is this concerning?"

Danielle thought quickly. It had to be something convincing yet not too promising. She'd remembered something from a staff meeting concerning his plan to diversify into the HVAC sector. Danielle didn't remember specific details as it didn't fully involve her section, but she figured it was better than nothing.

"I understand that Mr. Breckinridge is looking at expanding into HVAC."

"Alright, but I'm afraid I don't have anything until Thursday morning."

Danielle knew this was bullshit as Breckinridge always kept his Monday afternoons open. Monday afternoons he typically hung around his office or toured different sections of the company, but he was always on-site and available.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm only in the area for the day. If Mr. Breckinridge would rather do without a potential HVAC client."

"Let me check his schedule," the voice said hurriedly.

'You do that, you airhead', Danielle thought to herself.

"Hello? Would 3PM today be convenient?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Your name, please?"

"Danielle."

"Danielle what?"

"Danielle S-Smith. Thank you!" she said, hanging up. She took a deep breath at the fact she almost blew it, not that it would have been a big deal, but she wanted to keep things under wraps until she saw Breckinridge. She chuckled to herself wondering what the blonde-headed bimbo would think if she knew who was really on the line.

A moment later, Suzie came out damp, but naked. And more awake. And looking sexy; her hair was damp but brushed neatly and her makeup was perfect. Danielle smiled up at the tall blonde, knowing that this blonde was neither airhead nor bimbo.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing. I just had a conversation with a vapid woman who, if she'd had an intelligent thought cross her mind, she'd go into vapor lock."

"Oh, Jesus, that's brutal," she chuckled.

"She got the job only because she's a relative."

"Sounds like the usual thing these days."

"And I was smiling because she's a tall blonde like you. But you're neither airheaded nor a bimbo."

"Thanks," she said, "I think," she laughed.

"Get dressed, airhead, and we'll go to breakfast," Danielle teased her tall T-Girl friend, smacking Suzie's bottom playfully.

"One of these days..." Suzie started.

"Uh huh."

Suzie grabbed and dressed quickly in white panties and a tank top and short set that was white adorned with anchors in different pastel colors in various places. She slipped on a pair of flip-flops and grabbed her purse. She took Danielle's hand and they left the darkened room.

The morning was bright and comfortable. When they went to the Café, they requested a table near the large picture windows that allowed a close view onto the boardwalk. The two T-Girls got comfortable, ordering their breakfast, and had light conversation while occasionally watching the people outside walk and enjoy their morning on the World's Most Famous Boardwalk.

"I'm going to have to borrow Tom for the afternoon," Danielle said.

"It's okay, technically he's working, so I might not have seen him anyway. I thought about checking in on Tara. I know she's been busy with Trevor, but it would be nice to take her to lunch or something."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate that."

"I could take her to the Sampson, she did seem to enjoy it the other day." Suzie surmised.

"There you go, that's an idea. And since we're going this morning, it'll give you an idea how busy it might be. Typically afternoons are busier than mornings, so you'll be able to judge."

"But I'll ask her first, when she went the first time, it was before she met you and Trevor."

"Good idea."

Their waitress set their plates down wordlessly, smiled and walked away.

"How about you?" Suzie asked as they began to enjoy their morning meal.

"What?"

"This afternoon. What do you have planned? I know Tom is driving you."

"Well, at noon I'm moving into a larger room," Danielle said, then forked some eggs.

"Oo, movin' on up, eh, girl?" Suzie teased.

Danielle chuckled, "Yeah, something like that."

"Why the change?" Suzie asked, munching on some bacon.

"Well, there's no specific reason. I figured since you and Tara are leaving in a day or so, I'd get a room a bit more comfortable."

"Don't forget a bit more posh."

Danielle took a couple of sips of hot coffee.

"True. But it was something I was thinking about even before Sunday seeing as I'd had a great run in the casino on Wednesday."

"This has definitely been quite a week for you," Suzie stated.

"Then after I move into my new room, Tom is going to drive me to an appointment at my bank."

"Oh, yeah, I remember you telling your lawyer that," Suzie commented, crunching some toast.

"Yeah, so hopefully that will go well. After, I'll have him take me to work. While you were showering I made an appointment to see my boss. Though he doesn't know it's me he's meeting," she chuckled.

"You're not going back to work, are you?"

Danielle dabbed her lips after having some bacon and coffee.

"It'd been a tricky situation even before Sunday. Jason and I talked about it briefly. I didn't have any clue as to how I was going to resolve the issue. I'd hate to quit outright. Except for a few airheads and dirtbags, most of the folks always treated me nicely, and it wasn't a bad job. There are worse jobs to have."

"Didn't you tell me once last year or so that you worked from home during COVID?"

"I did, yes."

"Then why not offer to do the same thing for two weeks and then quit?"

Danielle smiled, "I knew I had you around for a reason."

"You're welcome."

They saluted each other by tapping their coffee cups together.

"After I get back, regardless of what happens there, Jason and I will be doing dinner. Hopefully, he'll stay the night with me."

"Why wouldn't he?"

"He does have a life, you know," Danielle chuckled.

The girls finished their breakfast; Danielle settled the bill and Suzie left the tip. Then they made their way out onto the boardwalk.

The air by this time, had changed from smelling flowery from the morning dew, to the smells of sun-baked sand and salt carried on the breeze that came off the ocean. Danielle and Suzie walked hand-in-hand enjoying the sun on their skin and the aroma of the scented ocean air.

"It's kinda early yet to go to the Sampson, so why don't we just walk a bit. Then we can turn around and when we get back down here, we can detour over there."

"Okay, sounds good."

"Maybe by the time we get there, the hookers will all have gone home."

"Yeah, that does seem to be an issue at night with a lot of those places."

"So we'll just walk easy, enjoy the air," Danielle said, leaning in and kissing Suzie quickly on the lips.

"Definitely, honey, I've been enjoying these little walks. Lots different that walking anywhere back home in Monroe."

The girls walked as far north as the Steel Pier. There they bought a stick of cotton candy from an early-morning vendor and started back toward the Starr. When they got in the area of their hotel, they took a right and walked up Indiana Avenue to Atlantic, where the Sampson was located.

Danielle paid their admission to an older guy with long dirty-blonde hair and a moustache. She looked him over as he leered at both gurls; he could only be described as a middle-aged surfer dude that looked like he fell out of the 1970s. He watched them intently as they made their way toward the booth area. There were a few guys in booths, but the girls decided to check out the theater room first. Entering the vestibule, Danielle told Suzie she wanted to visit the bathroom first. So while Suzie waited outside, Danielle took a quick pee and then removed her panties and pantyhose, tightly bunching them and stuffing them in her purse. Securing her heels once again, she left the bathroom and joined Suzie.

"You good?" Suzie asked.

"Yep. Just had to pee and I wanted to take my pantyhose off. After you, my sweet," Danielle said, opening the theater door for the tall blonde.

They entered the darkened room to a scene on the large video screen of two gay Emo guys in a hot embrace humping their cocks on each other while in a serious lip-lock as they lay on a bed. Danielle saw that there were three guys currently in the theater room: one guy was sitting on the couch at the back wall with his pants around his ankles, cock in hand. The other two guys were in different spots further forward on the benches. Suzie took a spot on one of the benches in a row that was between the two; Danielle sat on the couch, at the end by the door, so she wouldn't disturb the guy that was frantically stroking his cock. She leaned back and flipped her skirt up and opened her legs, taking her semi-hard cock in hand. Watching the hot action on the screen with the two Emo boys, she casually stroked herself to full hardness. The two Emo boys had repositioned themselves and were in the midst of a hot 69, each one slurping and sucking on the other's circumcised cock. Occasionally, the camera would catch one of the boys inserting a finger in his lover's asshole. Besides the faint sounds of pleasure from the theater patrons, the room was filled with the Emo boys' slurps, moans and panting. Danielle was getting into watching the action on the screen; she thought both boys were hot as hell. They each had black hair, longish, though one boy did have dark purple highlights. They each sported a few, but none overly obnoxious, tattoos on their bodies. Their bodies were mostly hairless and she admired each boy's supple ass, long legs and delicate feet. She thought they would make gorgeous fembois. The cameraman knew what he was doing, because in addition to the other hot action he was showcasing, he made sure to get hot close-ups of each boy's puckered asshole as well as each gorgeous cock. She couldn't help moaning looking at these two beauties pleasuring each other.

She felt movement to her left and saw that the man further down the couch moved next to her gently. He smiled at her and she returned the greeting.

"I heard you moaning while you were watching, Miss."

"Oh, I hope I didn't disturb you," she said softly.

"Oh no, I think it's hot."

"Those two boys up there are so fucking hot. I wish I was in between them," she said to him, but kept her attention on the lovemaking boys.

"Can I stroke you?" he asked.

"Um, well, as long as I can stroke you," she said, smiling.

"Oh, yes," he said, reaching for her cock with his right hand.

She moaned as he felt all up and down her shaft and then started a slow stroke.

Danielle took the man's cock in her left hand and immediately noticed that his cock was very slick. She let her fingers wander to the tip and she detected his precum was flowing freely.

"You're so wet," she said, looking at him.

"I've been edging for a while. There's been quite a bit of hot gay action on the TV this morning."

She moaned, "That's so hot."

"I'm glad you like it."

"How do you taste?"

"Um, okay, I guess. Wanna give it a try?"

She smiled and wiped her first two fingers around the tip of his hard cock, making him moan at the sensation, collecting a measure of his precum. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked seductively, moaning as she tasted his pre-seminal fluid.

"Mmm, sweet," she said, replacing her hand on his cock and stroking slowly.

"I'm glad you like it. Your hand feels great."

"Yours, too, honey. You should feel me getting wet anytime now," she said.

"Do you like to kiss?"

Danielle's answer to him was to lean in and press her lips to his. A moment later, she slipped her tongue in his mouth, searching out his tongue. She found it and flicked and rubbed his hotly as the two stroked each other rapidly. They moaned into each other's mouth and felt each other's precum leak onto fingers.

"I need to cum," he whispered into her mouth.

She shifted, forcing her cock to slide from his grasp, and she leaned over and took his thin 6-inch cock into her mouth. She slurped on the head and sucked on it softly, making him moan loudly. His moans got the attention of one of the other guys and he got up and came over to watch.

"Can you lay on the couch, face up, please?"

Danielle thought she saw a leg of Suzie's resting along the top of one of the benches as she moved to a position that the horny guy found comfortable for himself; she lounged back, her head resting on the soft cushion, her feet hanging slightly off the end of the couch. He got up on his knees and lowered his cock onto her face. She tilted her head slightly and took his cock back in her mouth, sucking him as he fucked her mouth. He was panting heavily and the precum from his cock ran profusely. Taking her own cock in hand, she started stroking again as she swirled her tongue around the head of the horny man's pleasure stick. As he would periodically pull his cock out of her mouth and rub it on her lips, she caught sight of a guy in red shirt and blue jeans standing at the end of the couch, stroking his fat cock. She stroked her cock rapidly, feeling her own precum flowing through her fingers, making her cock slick and intensifying the tingling. The horny man plunged his cock back in her mouth and he pumped a few times, then gasped, and spurted a few shots of cum in Danielle's mouth. She moaned and swallowed but the man suddenly pulled his leaking cock out of her mouth and stroked himself off, shooting more sperm all over her open mouth, chin and some on her tongue. She swallowed what she could and then ran her tongue around her lips trying to collect the fluid that didn't make it into her mouth.

The horny man panted above her; his cock hung down and occasionally a droplet of his cum fell onto her face. She was stroking her cock, slowly approaching her own orgasm, when she heard an 'oh, fuck!' and she looked and saw the guy in the red t-shirt stroke his cock furiously. A second later, he pointed the head of his fat cock at her feet and he unleashed a torrent of hot sperm all over her bare toes. She moaned loudly as she felt his cum splash her toes, the tops of her feet and even felt a few drops make it to her ankles. She wiggled her toes and felt his hot seed leak in between her toes and in between her soles and her shoes. She lifted her head more and saw that her feet and toes were a cummy mess. She wiggled and flexed her toes, feeling the man's sticky cum squish sexily in between her toes as the last spurts of cum oozed from his hot cock. She rested her head on the couch, getting lost in the feelings that her hand was giving her cock.

A few moments later, she felt someone unbuckling her heels. Raising her head, she saw that Suzie was the one removing her shoes; a moment later, she felt the hot blonde's lips and tongue on her toes, licking and sucking. She stroked hotly, feeling Suzie's tongue wind its way through each digit; she felt Suzie's lips encircle her toes, sucking softly and then swallowing the cum that she could suck into her mouth. Danielle's breathing became ragged as she fucked her slick fist. Suzie was making Danielle squirm with each kiss, lick and suck of her succulent cum-covered toes. Suzie would alternate her lips and tongue from Danielle's toes to licking up her soles, collecting as much cum as she could. Danielle was on the edge and when she felt Suzie take three of her middle toes into her mouth, she came like a bullet train. Her toes wiggled furiously in Suzie's mouth as Danielle moaned hotly and spurted several shots of her gurlcum a few inches in the air, each spurt landing around her hand and balls. She lay on the couch, breathing heavily, as Suzie continued to delicately kiss and suck Danielle's toes. Her hand was cum-covered and she very slightly ran her hand along the softening shaft, giving herself an occasional shiver. She finally let go of her wet cock, regaining her composure as she remain prone on the couch. Suzie gave Danielle's toes several loving kisses and then slipped the dark-haired T-Girl's heels back on, securing them around her ankles.

Suzie held her hand out and helped Danielle sit up. Danielle licked as much of her cum from her hand and then pulled Suzie down and kissed her hotly, licking her lips and sucking on her tongue. Suzie took Danielle's other hand and started licking off whatever fluid that remained. Danielle joined in and then the two T-Girls enjoyed another lengthy cum kiss, to the enjoyment of the guys in the room. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss and Danielle stood up, the slickness of the remaining cum in between her feet and her shoes making walking a bit difficult. She pulled Suzie in for a hug and a deep kiss.

"That was too fucking hot," she said in Suzie's ear.

"You just looked so luscious laying there, I had to join in."

"No complaints outta me," Danielle chuckled.

"You taste so good, by the way."

"Thanks," she said, blushing.

"Let's go in the booth area and find more cock," the blonde T-Girl said smiling, pulling Danielle out the door.

"What did you end up doing in there? I couldn't see you," Danielle said as they scoped out the booths.

"Oh," Suzie began, "one of the guys had me lay down on the bench and he licked my asshole for a while as he stroked himself. When he came, he came in my mouth."

"Mmm, hot!"

"It was after he was done that I noticed you laying there on the couch."

"Want to do a booth together or separate?"

"Oo, let's be sluts! Let's do one booth. You get in front of one hole and I'll be behind you at the other hole."

"Oo, so dirty!" she said and they giggled happily.

They got into a buddy booth and got on their knees, facing away from each other. They were giggling like schoolgirls when Suzie made a sound that told Danielle that the tall blonde was being offered another hot cock to enjoy. After several minutes of hearing various slurping and sucking noises, a cock slid through the hole on front of Danielle and she smiled.

The dark cock was circumcised, hard, and its tip wet with precum. She first licked the head, taking the small droplet of fluid on her tongue. Then she closed her lips around the mushroom head and swirled her tongue. She thought she heard the guy gasp with the contact, but she couldn't be sure. She licked and pushed her mouth further on the dark meat. When her nose hit the wall, she backed off, slurping her way to the tip. She spent several minutes repeating this process; suck and slurp her way down the cock until her nose bumped the wall, then retraced her mouth up to the tip. The more she bobbed and sucked, the harder her anonymous lover got; which meant the more his cock leaked the sweet precum that he was producing. Over time, she sped up the motion of her head, as if he was fucking her mouth. She'd flick her tongue around the head and then plunge the cock in her mouth as far as she could. She wasn't sure how long she was bobbing hotly on his cock, but it appeared that the sex scenes on the video screen that she noticed out of the corner of her eye changed several times. Suddenly, she heard a loud groan, and she knew it was her man as his cock became harder; his cock fired off a handful of very thick spurts of man cream that she swallowed gratefully. She moaned around his cock as he came; she loved the feeling of a man's cum landing on her tongue and pooling in her mouth. When he finished cumming, she softly licked and sucked on his cock a few more minutes. Soon, the cock was pulling itself through the hole and she gave it a loving kiss before it disappeared completely.

At that time, she heard gagging and choking behind her. She looked to see Suzie had a cock in her throat; the blonde's lips were up against the hole and it sounded like her secret lover was gasping for air on the other side of the wall.

Grabbing the blonde's hair, Danielle pulled Suzie's head to the tip of the cock and plunged her friend's head back on it forcefully.

"Gag on that cock, fucking whore," she said hotly.

Danielle repeatedly pulled Suzie's head back and then roughly plunging her face back so the stiff cock poking through the wall would assault the blonde's throat. Spit and precum ran heavily down Suzie's chin, dripping and oozing its slime to the floor.

"You're such a fucking whore."

Suzie gurgled and choked as they heard some tapping on the wall. Having been signaled that the man behind the wall was going to cum, Danielle pressed Suzie's head forward one last time, letting the blonde hair go, letting Suzie takeover making her man cum. Danielle heard a loud groan and a gurgle came from Suzie's mouth; the man must have been unloading a massive load. Suzie backed off and swallowed a few times; after a few moments, the huge cock came out of her mouth and several strands of cum dripped from the tip. Suzie quickly stuck her tongue out and caught them before they ended up on the floor. The hard cock slowly made its way through the hole and Danielle turned Suzie's face to her and kissed her sloppy mouth obscenely. They traded spit and cum and moaned and slurped as the two enjoyed making out in the sex shop's booth. They both soon caught their breath and got off their knees. They kissed deeply one more time before exiting the booth.

"I'm gonna have to get back. Get ready to move to my new room."

"I'll head back with you. After a quick freshen-up, I'll swing by Tara's."

"Let me just go into the bathroom and wipe my feet or I'll be sliding in my own shoes the whole way," she chuckled.

"Not gonna put your pantyhose back on?"

"No, it's getting too warm. Be out in a moment."

A few minutes later, after making herself presentable, Danielle met a similarly-presentable Suzie out in the store area and they left behind the Sampson, and the 1970s surfer dude, hand-in-hand.

Danielle left Suzie at her door with a deep kiss and a promise that she'd text her later that day. Then Danielle went into her room and spent the better part of an hour packing her clothes and other things she'd had accumulated. She bagged all her refrigerated items that she wanted to take; those that she didn't want, she tossed into the small waste basket by the dresser. She went through the bathroom and microwave areas making sure she got all her makeup and other food items she'd bought. She opened her safe and took out her jewelry, money and important documents that lay inside. These she put into her purse and zipped it closed. By the time she double- and triple-checked all the dresser drawers, the closet and everywhere else she could think, it was five minutes to noon. All her belongings were set neatly by the door and she waited for the hotel staff to help her to her new room. Looking at the small collection of bags, she realized that yes, she did do a bit of shopping on her vacation up to that point, but it really wasn't a great deal. She was checking out her feet and heels for obvious cum remnants when she heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door to not one smiling hotel employee, but she had two associates there to help her. Each had a rolling rack for all her belongings. She smiled widely at the two handsome young men.

"Scott, you're a darling," she said as she ushered him in. She put her arms around his neck and drew him in for the earlier-promised kiss. They broke the kiss softly, making way for the other young man.

"Hello, love" she said, repeating the hug and kiss. But this kiss was a bit longer and much deeper.

"Hey, honey," Jason said. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah," she said, letting him go. "I spent the morning with Suzie. After we get this upstairs, I'll get ready for the afternoon's appointments."

"Is this all you have?" Scott asked, hanging her dress and other items on the rack's crossbar.

"That's it. It didn't turn out to be as much as I thought. Just my two bags that I came with initially and the bit of shopping I did since."

"Jason, we'll only need one cart, just shove the other over in the corner of the hallway by the vending machines."

"Right, Boss," Jason said as Scott started loading Danielle's things on his cart.

Jason came back a moment later and helped with the final few things.

"Ready, Danielle?" Scott asked.

"I am," she smiled.

Scott started for the service elevator followed by Danielle. Jason made sure the door to the old room was closed and he caught up, taking Danielle's hand in his. They walked hand-in-hand the short distance to the loud elevator. A few moments later, it clanged and rumbled to a stop. The doors opened and they boarded. The ride up 10 floors was a quick one and the steel doors opened noisily. They walked out into a corridor with intricately-patterned carpets in tan and dark brown and ornately-decorated padded walls. Each 12-foot section of wall had a large mirror set in the center surrounded by gold-embroidered cream padding bordered by maroon trimming. Danielle marveled at just how the corridor was so beautifully decorated; so much different than the 'standard' corridors. Mini chandeliers hung from the ceiling, one every 8-to-10 feet, instead of fluorescent fixtures like she'd seen on her old floor. Each room's dark brown door had a gold plate that was engraved in black with the room's number. Light panels on each side of the door offered a bit of soft illumination but were there more for the effect than to provide light.

After taking a couple of left turns in the corridor, they came upon room 3912. Scott slipped a key card into the lock and the door unlatched; he pushed the door open slowly and pulled the luggage cart in after him, hitting the lights. Danielle followed with Jason coming up behind her.

Danielle walked into the dimly lit room; some of the illumination shined through a small slit in the curtains. She walked around the bed and opened the curtains with a flourish. She gasped in amazement as she saw the stunning view of the Atlantic Ocean. Looking left to right, from horizon to horizon, all she could see was the vast expanse of the sparkling blue water, occasionally dotted with some form of water craft, from the small to the large.

"My God, what a view," she said breathlessly.

"Amazing, isn't it?" she heard Scott say behind her.

She broke her attention away from the spectacular view; she knew she had a lot of things to do and not much time. Turning away from the window, she gave her new room a quick once-over. She loved the cream-colored carpet; it looked plushy and comfy. Where she stood at the foot of the bed that was to her right, to her left was the TV/safe/dresser combo found in all the rooms, albeit this one was fancier. Next to that combo was an easy chair. Two nightstands flanked the head of the bed, which by itself had a headboard with several cubbies in it for placing items like books, clocks or phones. Off to her right, sitting close to the corner of the kitchenette, was another easy chair. In the kitchenette she could see the refrigerator and microwave units. Situated outside the kitchen area, was the room's dining table and chairs. The bathroom was a separate room located behind the TV/dresser combo with the entrance around a small corner. Finishing up the right wall, running to where the door to the room was located, was a series of closet doors. The room had cove lighting running completely around the rim of the ceiling, providing soft light, though she noticed that the lights were dimmable. A small chandelier hung over the dining table, if the guest felt they needed a brighter light. All things considered, it looked like a wonderful room and the bed was a tad larger and seemed more comfortable.

"Your keys, Miss," Scott said smiling as Jason began unloading the cart.

"Thank you, Sir. I'll put them away as soon as I secure some things in the safe," she said as she saw Jason hanging things in the closet. Scott went to help. "If you want, you can just stack the rest in front of the dresser."

The guys kept busy by organizing Danielle's things. She went to the safe and set up her code. After verifying that the code was correct and that the safe worked, she took out her jewelry, important papers and most of her money and secured them. She slipped her new room keys in her purse, removing the old ones and tossed the purse on the bed. She turned to the guys standing near the dresser and stopped suddenly.

"Oh my," she said breathlessly.

Both of her closest male friends were standing before her in their hotel uniforms, their very hard cocks pointing up out of their slacks. Their sly grins told her exactly what they wanted her to do. She walked slowly over to Scott and Jason.

She reached out her hands and caressed each guy's cock with her fingertips. Their cocks jumped at the contact, eliciting slight gasps from their open mouths. She couldn't take her eyes of their gorgeous love sticks.

"Oh my," she whispered.

Without any prompting, other than their cocks being lewdly displayed, Danielle got down on her knees and took Jason's cock to her mouth, running her tongue and lips all along the shaft, paying close attention to the underside. As she used Jason's cock as a lollipop, she stroked Scott's hot hardon steadily but gently. She took Jason's cock in her mouth, sucking gently, moaning as she swiped her tongue around his lovely mushroom head.

Not wanting to leave out Scott, Danielle slurped her way off of Jason's cock and leaned over and kissed and licked Scott's hot love stick. As she kissed and licked her way to the base, she stroked Jason's cock slowly, feeling him slightly hump into her fist. She knew that he was enjoying her hand motions. She licked up the underside of Scott's cock as if she was licking an ice cream bar. Upon reaching the top, she swirled her tongue around the head before she plunged her mouth on his hard poker. He gasped loudly and she tasted precum on her tongue. She sucked him for several minutes, getting more gasps and moans from him.

With a kiss on the tip, she moved from Scott's cock back to Jason's. By this time, her stroking got him oozing precum which she felt on her hand. Licking it off, she then took his cock in her mouth again and started a steady bob, moaning as she enjoyed his cock. She felt his hand on her head and she felt Scott hump into her fist; that hand too, was getting wet with precum. After several minutes of sucking Jason, she felt him pull her mouth off of his cock.

"We don't have much time," he panted, "get down on your hands and knees."

Wordlessly, she obeyed his command. She turned herself, pointing her ass at him and rested herself on her hands and knees. She felt him kneel behind her and lift her skirt as she saw Scott walk in front of her, he too getting down on his knees.

"Since you enjoyed it so much last night, whore, you're going to get double-teamed again," Jason said, pulling down her panties just before he spit on her asshole.

"Open up," Scott said, rubbing his wet cock on her lips.

She didn't have a choice as she suddenly felt Jason stab her asshole with his hot rammer. She let out a loud "Oh!" and Scott slid his cock in, not waiting for her to settle in. Jason grabbed her hips and began to pound her asshole steadily. Scott had her head in his hands and he was pumping her mouth, her sloppy tongue and lips bringing him closer to orgasm. She swiped and flicked her tongue on the underside and the head, alternately, as he thrust in-and-out. Jason fucked her hard, occasionally slapping an ass cheek, making her jump, squirm and wail around Scott's cock.

Danielle had the cocks of two of her favorite men invading her body, and she loved it. She didn't care about cumming herself, she was more interested in satisfying them; they were her best male friends and she loved them for everything they did for her. So it was perfectly alright with her if they wanted to use her to get pleasure.

"Don't have much...uhn...time, Jason," Scott panted.

Jason gripped her hips tighter and increased the tempo of his assault on Danielle's wet asshole. She moaned around Scott's cock at the tingles that Jason's cock was giving her anal ring. Those moans sent vibrations around his cock and his body stiffened. Scott gripped her hair roughly and unloaded his hot sperm in her mouth and throat. She gagged briefly at the first spurts that impacted the back of her throat, but recovered to collect the rest of his emissions on her tongue and in her cheeks. She moaned hotly as she swallowed nearly two mouthfuls of his seed and she slurped along his shaft as he slowly withdrew his cock from her suckling mouth.

Jason slammed his hips forward, driving his cock up Danielle's ass to the base. He groaned at the ceiling and filled her bowels with his second load of the day for her. Danielle felt his cock throb hotly three, four, five times as he deposited his love cream deep in her body. She clenched her anal ring around his cock to increase the sensations on his love stick. He shuddered a couple of times as he came down from his intense orgasm. He let out a long breath and his grip on her hips lessened considerably. His cock, still hard, slid out of her sloppy asshole as he sat back on his feet, breathing heavily. Scott was in the same position in front of her, though his cock was softening quickly. She lowered herself to the floor in a sitting position, she too breathing heavily.

"I'll have to write the management of this hotel and tell them what great personal service they provide," she panted, smiling.

The guys were too winded to speak, but they did laugh at Danielle's joke. The three sat in their respective positions for several minutes, catching their breath. Scott was the first to get up. After tucking his soft cock back into his pants and making sure there were no obvious wet spots, he held his hand out to Danielle to help her off the floor. As she took his hand, Jason got up, putting his cock away. Then the two guys helped the tired T-Girl off the floor.

"We'd love to stay, but we only had 30 minutes for lunch," Scott said apologetically.

"I understand, honey. I appreciate the help moving and, um, settling in," she giggled.

The guys laughed and she gave Scott a quick kiss on the lips. Turning to Jason, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

"You're amazing," he whispered in her ear.

"I love you," she whispered in his.

They exchanged a quick kiss on the lips and Scott opened the door.

"I'll text you later, honey," she told Jason.

"Okay, love."

"Thank you again, guys," she said as they headed for the service elevator.

Danielle took a few deep breaths to reset herself and then she undressed, tossing her clothes onto the bed. She put her heels and choker on the dresser and she went into the bathroom where she took a quick shower, making sure she washed the morning's cum adventures off of her body. She didn't necessarily need to shower, but as she was going to conduct official business, she wanted to be as professional as possible. Smelling like sex was only professional when you were a prostitute. After drying, she brushed her teeth and touched-up her makeup and perfume.

Back in the room, she called Tom. She told him that she'd be ready in 10-15 minutes and he told her he was currently running a fare in town and that he'd be ready for her downstairs by the Valet's podium. Going into her bags, she slipped on a clean pair of nude pantyhose then put on a black lace bra and panties combo. She put on a black skirt that ended just slightly above her knees and finished off her outfit with a white satin dress blouse, leaving the top two buttons unfastened. Then she buckled a thick red leather belt around her waist, to accessorize the outfit. Opening the safe, she put on her diamond bracelet and took out the documents that she'd need for her appointment with Edgar. Making sure she had enough cash in case it was necessary, she zipped up her purse and secured the safe. Leaving the curtains opened to the spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean, she turned off the lights that the guys left on and she closed the door and headed for the elevator.

She exited the hotel and saw Tom's cab at the bottom of the stairs. As she stepped down the last few steps, she saw Tom exit his side and come around to open the door for her. Greeting the valet that was manning the podium, she got in the cab, securing herself in the back seat. Tom closed the door and then got behind the wheel, pulling out onto Pacific Avenue, making his way toward the Atlantic City Expressway.

"How ya doin' today, Darlin'?"

"Pretty good so far, honey. How's your day been?"

"Here an' there, but I'm always glad ta see ya," he said, winking at her in the rear-view mirror.

She smiled. "Thanks, honey, you know I love seeing you, too."

"Sorry I haven't been around much, been busy wit Suzie."

"Don't worry about it, honey, it's quite alright."

"So where'm I takin' ya?"

"Well, first stop is to my bank and the second is to my employer."

"I'll have ta have details up front, I'll have ta call this one in," he said apologetically.

"No problem, honey. First stop will be Woodbridge, second stop East Brunswick and then back to the hotel."

Danielle gave him further details on addresses and he jotted them down in his log as he waited for the red light to change for the entrance to the Expressway.

"Dispatch, this is car 54," he said into the radio mic as he accelerated onto the highway.

"Go, 54," a female voice crackled over a tinny-sounding speaker.

"On the A-C-E wit a round trip, stoppin' in Woodbridge an' East Brunswick."

"Copy. E-T-A on your return?"

"1700."

"Copy, 54. Log 130, repeat, one-three-zero. Keep advised."

"Copy, Dispatch. Out."

Tom turned down the radio a bit so the Dispatch chatter wouldn't bother Danielle. He jotted down the cost of her trip and laid his clipboard back on the seat.

"Danielle, that 'log 130' ya heard was them tellin' me the trip is gonna cost ya $130."

"Alright, honey. You have money for tolls?"

"I do, no problem."

"So how have you been, honey?"

They spent about an hour catching up on their different activities they'd been enjoying over the past few days and talking about the different people that have been involved. Tom told her that the party she'd thrown was quite a fun experience for him; he'd never been involved in such an intimate sexual situation before. He thanked her for introducing him to Suzie. From what he'd said, it sounded as if the two were getting very serious. Which made Danielle happy; both Tom and Suzie meant a great deal to her and she was pleased knowing that they were both happy with each other. They may not have been thinking marriage, like Jason and herself, but they were serious enough that they'd be spending a lot of time together.

A short time later they were taking exit 127 of the Garden State Parkway to merge onto US-9 North for the final short leg into Woodbridge. Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling into the lot of her bank on Route 35 South.

Tom got out and went around and opened the door for Danielle.

"Did you want to wait inside, honey? It's probably cooler." she asked.

"Nah, that's alright, Darlin'. I gotta call in ta Dispatch anyway, so I'll be out here waitin' for ya."

"Alright," she said, kissing him quickly. "Be out soon as I can."

Danielle entered the main lobby, with the teller windows off to her left and counters to her right. Straight ahead lay a series of glass-enclosed sections. She saw Edgar Jonson, her bank acquaintance, sitting in one of the offices at his desk typing into a computer. A middle-aged woman with dark hair in a white blouse and maroon skirt approached her from behind the teller's area.

"How can I help you, Miss?"

"I have an appointment with Mr. Jonson," she said.

"Your name?"

"Danielle Stefani."

"This way, please," she replied, her black heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor.

The woman escorted Danielle past two empty offices and entered the third. Danielle stood to the side, announced Danielle, and left. Edgar stood up behind his desk, looking sharp in his crisp white dress shirt, black tie and maroon slacks. He was about 29 years old; his close-cropped black hair complimented his Latino features well. He smiled and looked at her with a puzzled look on his hairless face.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I have a Mr. Stefani coming this afternoon."

She approached him, held her hand out and said, "It's good to see you again, Edgar, it's been a long time."

The look of surprise on his face was priceless, but dissipated quickly. He was the professional once again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect-"

"It's alright," she said, smiling softly. "May I sit?"

"Yes, please," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. He sat down in his own seat.

"I would love to spend time catching you up on everything, but I do have other appointments," she said, taking paperwork out of her purse. "Basically, I have been in transition and I need your help with a couple of things." She handed him the attorney's letter first.

"How can I help?"

"Well, on my checking account, I'd need to have my name changed and have a debit card issued under my feminine name. Although I don't have official court documents at this time, I do have that notarized letter from my attorney. Thankfully, I have not run into any issues using my card, however that will only last so long."

"I do understand that."

"Now, I know you're in charge of this branch, but would I need to go higher up at another branch or to someone on the phone?"

"Let me check a few things. Would you mind if I made a copy of this for your file?" he asked, getting out of his seat.

"That's no problem. But I would like to discuss two other things before you do that," she said.

"My apologies," he said, reseating himself, "please continue."

"First, I'll need a certified check for twenty-five hundred dollars made out to my attorney, her info is on the letterhead. Second," she began, pulling out Steele's letter of proof of her jackpot win. "I did some quick research and I understand you have special accounts for high-profile clients. I wish to open one of your special accounts," she said, handing him the second letter. "I won eighteen million dollars yesterday at The Starr Casino."

"Whoa," he said, softly, looking over the letter. Regaining himself, he smiled and said, "Sorry, Miss Stefani, congratulations. That's quite a bit of news," he chuckled.

She smiled along with him. "Thank you, Edgar. Can you help me?"

"Oh, absolutely," he said, entering her info into the computer. "I'm checking your account, one moment. I see you made a large deposit on Thursday; there have been a handful of debits since, but you have quite enough remaining. Let me check a few things; I'll also instruct one of the tellers to issue the certified check. I'll make copies of these letters for your file and I'll be right back."

"Thank you."

Danielle spent the time that Edgar was away calling the courier service that her attorney had suggested that she use. She made arrangements for them to come to the bank to pick up her correspondence to Deborah Jackson.

Edgar returned and he smiled at her as he sat in his seat.

"Alright, Danielle, here are your letters. I have copies here for your file. Your check and debit card will be here momentarily. I will need you to surrender your old card."

Danielle returned her documents to her purse and took her old debit card out and handed it to Edgar. He made a note in her computer file and then reached behind him and ran the card through a shredder.

A cute blonde girl in the bank's uniform of white blouse and maroon skirt knocked on the glass partition. Edgar waved her in. She smiled, placed two items on his desk and departed, wordlessly. He made several notes in Danielle's folder and handed her the new card and the certified check. She could not help smiling, seeing 'Danielle E. Stefani' etched on the reverse side of the card, below her card's number.

"I went ahead and changed your name on the account as you requested."

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

"An electronic copy of your notarized letter will be forwarded to the head office. They'll be in touch with your attorney within the next 10 days."

"I understand. May I ask you for a blank envelope and some notepaper?"

He reached in his desk and pulled out envelope and sheet of paper, both embossed with the bank's name and branch address. Danielle wrote a short note to her attorney, signed it and sealed the note and check in the envelope. She then wrote Deborah's name and address on the envelope, prepping it for the courier service.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure. Now, about the special account. I can open it here for you. I'll need your authorization to transfer ten-thousand from your checking account to open that account. When you get back to the casino, have them initiate the direct deposit and there should be no issues seeing your new balance within three days."

"I'll need the routing and account numbers."

"I'll have a printout of the account details for you momentarily." He moved over a small machine that was a numerical keypad connected to his computer and made a series of key presses on his computer. "Okay, enter your PIN for me and the transfer will be complete."

She did as instructed and asked, "Will I get a debit card for that account?"

"You'll get a special card, but that will come to you Registered Mail. In the interim, you could just do balance transfers from the special account to your checking. Also, with your special account, I may or may not be retained as your banker. High-profile clients are usually assigned their own private bankers to assist with various financial matters."

"I would prefer to keep you as a point-of-contact."

"I do appreciate that, Danielle, but a decision of that nature is done at the head office. Private bankers specialize in areas that we at this level don't normally deal with."

"I see."

Edgar sensed Danielle's disappointment at that fact. "I do appreciate how you feel, Danielle. The best I can do for you is put a note on your account that it is your desire to have me act as your personal banker. Beyond that, it is up to Home Office."

"Please do that, yes, thank you."

Edgar ran a series of commands and key presses as she waited. A knock on the glass got their attention. The young blonde was back.

"Mr. Jonson, there's someone from Allied Courier here for Miss Stefani."

"Send him in, Janice, thanks."

A husky man with dark hair came in the office. He was wearing a dark green uniform with the company's logo stitched above one pocket and his name, Joel, stitched above the other.

"Hello, Miss Stefani, I'm here to pick up your parcel."

"Hi, here you go," she said handing the envelope to him. "I've put the recipient's name and address there on the envelope."

He took the envelope, wrote some information on a clipboard and then slipped it in a slim attaché pouch, making sure it was securely locked.

"Alright, Miss Stefani, you prepaid for same-day service. This will be delivered in Mount Holly by 5PM. Just verify your information and the recipient and sign at the bottom for me," he said, handing her a clipboard. She checked the info on the page and signed her name. He, in turn, signed that he received her item and then he gave her a receipt. "As we have your mobile number, we'll send you a text when your recipient signs for the parcel."

"Thank you very much," she said, handing him a 10-dollar tip.

"Thank you, Miss. Have a good day," he said to them and then walked out.

Janice came in briefly and handed Edgar a sheet of paper. He looked it over for a moment and handed it to Danielle.

"There are the details on your special account. Again, you'll be contacted by home office, at the very least, by Registered Mail."

She folded and put the paper neatly into her purse. She got up, holding her hand out to Edgar.

"Thank you again, Edgar, I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

He shook her hand gently, smiling. "It was my pleasure. If there's anything else you need, please let me know."

"I will do that."

"And good luck with your transition," he said, smiling.

"Thank you so much," she smiled. "Take care."

"And you."

She left the bank happier than when she went in. Tom was leaning against his cab enjoying the sunshine and the breeze.

"All good, Darlin'?" he asked, opening the door for her.

"So far, so good," she said, getting in.

Tom went around and hopped in and started the car.

"Where now, Darlin?"

"East Brunswick. Ugh, not looking forward to this."

He started the car and was out on the highway in moments.

Less than twenty minutes later, Tom pulled his cab to a stop in the lot of Breckinridge Tool & Die. Danielle took a deep breath and got out of the cab. Tom met her on the passenger side.

"Ya okay, Darlin'?"

"I'll be fine."

"Lemme know if ya need me."

"Thanks, honey. I'll try to be quick."

She walked the short distance to the glass double-doors and entered the foyer. She'd been through these same doors countless times, but this time seemed different; very strange. The dark marble walls and information desk were still the same, she'd only been gone a week, but everything had a different vibe to it. She remembered to stop at the information desk as she was supposed to be a visitor; she knew the way to Breckinridge's office, she just had to act unaware. Behind the counter was Pamela, a 30-something single woman who felt she had too much extra padding on her body and was perpetually seeking 'the right man'. As of the last time Danielle had seen her, she was still looking. Her shoulder- length brown hair was done nicely; it was wavy but looked neat.

"May I help you?"

"I have an appointment with Mr. Breckinridge," Danielle said, speaking in a slightly-higher tone of voice than normal.

"Sign in, please," Pamela said, pointing to a clipboard on the counter.

Danielle signed 'D. Smith' and was handed a laminated badge marked 'Visitor 227'.

"Please wear this at all times and return it to me when you leave."

"Thank you."

She almost started walking towards Breckinridge's office. Pamela saved the gaffe from being noticed by saying, "Mr. Breckinridge's office is down that corridor there," she said, pointing to her right. "At the end of the hall, make a right and it's the third door on your left."

"Thank you, again," Danielle said, and then started down the corridor.

As Danielle walked down the marbled floor, all she could hear in the quiet corridor were the slight thumping of her heartbeat in her ears and the click-clacking of her heels. Rounding the corner, she nearly ran into a security guard she knew as Mack. If she'd had run into him, the tall black man would have knocked her down; he was a former Marine and he kept his very well-built body in prime condition. Danielle felt a bit of a tingle in her panties admiring at how his dark blue uniform accentuated his muscular body.

"Excuse me, Miss," he said apologetically.

"I'm so sorry," she managed to whisper.

She composed herself and continued on to Breckinridge's office.

Danielle entered the office; the door had been propped open and the sounds of computer keys being pressed as well as the syrupy sounds of elevator music permeated the room. Karla Miller sat behind her desk, seemingly working, but just as easily could have been posting her inane thoughts on social media. Her blonde hair was done in a tight ponytail; Danielle thought too tight as her face looked a bit stretched. Her red lipstick was a sharp contrast to her tight-fitting gray blouse and gray-checkered skirt; 'she should have gone with a lighter color lipstick', Danielle thought to herself. Karla looked mildly annoyed when Danielle approached her desk.

"Yes?"

"I have an appointment with Mr. Breckinridge," she said, making eye contact with Karla, though she doubted the dim-witted blonde would recognize her.

"One moment. Have a seat."

Danielle sat in one of the padded steel-frame chairs, crossing her legs seductively, slightly dangling the heel off of her upraised right foot. If there was going to be a sexy accessory in the room, she was going to make sure it was herself. The secretary buzzed her intercom and got up from behind her desk. Eyeing Danielle, and Danielle returning the stare, she made her way to her boss's door; Danielle noticed that Karla was wearing cream-colored pumps and shook her head, wondering where the blonde found her fashion sense. 'Black heels, you twit', Danielle thought. Karla disappeared into her boss's office for several moments. She came out a moment later, leaving the office door open.

"Mr. Breckinridge will see you," she said, making her way back to her station.

Danielle got up and walked confidently past Karla and into Breckinridge's office.

Thomas Breckinridge was a tall man, 6-foot-3 with the weight to match; He had brown wavy hair that came to the base of his neck that he parted down the middle. His aviator-style glasses gave him an air of cockiness. He got up from behind his desk, smiled and held out his hand.

"Ms. Smith, it's nice to see you."

"Mr. Breckinridge," she said, shaking his hand.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he gestured toward seats in front of his desk as he walked past her to close his office door.

Danielle sat, crossing her legs less-sexily this time, as he walked back to his seat. There was a look of puzzlement on his face.

"You seem familiar to me," he said as he sat down. "Hm, well, I see a lot of people so anything is possible. Karla told me that you might have some HVAC information that might interest me."

Danielle took a deep breath. "Truth be told, Thomas, I'm afraid I made the appointment under false pretenses," she admitted apologetically.

He made a move to hit a button on his intercom.

"Please don't," Danielle said, raising her hand slightly. She didn't raise her voice, but she did sound insistent. "Give me five minutes. If after five minutes you feel you need to call Mack, then feel free to do so."

He pulled his hand back and settled into his chair. "Continue."

Danielle reached into her purse and took out her driver's license. Standing so that he could read it, she held it in front of him. Moments later, a look of surprise washed over his face. He stared at her open-mouthed; Danielle could see on his face he had many questions running through his mind.

"Daniel...Daniel Stefani," he finally whispered.

She sat back down, putting her identification away. "That's correct, Thomas."

"Is this a gag? I mean, what...ah...I'm at a loss for words. Who put you up to this? I don't think this is funny."

"Thomas, please," she said, calming him down, "it's no gag," she reassured him, smiling softly. "I don't have much time, as I have other appointments this afternoon. Basically, obviously, my life has changed drastically since I left here a bit over a week ago."

"That would be an understatement."

"Yes, it would," she agreed.

"I know we've run into each other at times, but from what I recall you were all-male. I never knew you had a second side to you."

"I did, for a long time."

"I see. And you came here today to see if you'd be accepted in your new persona?"

"Actually, my reason for seeing you is that I won't be returning, unfortunately."

"Oh? May I know the reason?"

"I don't believe that I would fit where I once was. I'm sure I would make more than a few people uncomfortable, and frankly, I don't want to feel uncomfortable, either." She didn't intend to reveal her other life-changing event: The Jackpot.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I would like to assure you that we are very open-minded here," he said.

"I believe that you are, Thomas, and a lot of your employees, as well. But I've had many lunches in the cafeteria and have heard all the homophobic jokes and jibes that are tossed around." She didn't mention that Karla was one of those people that tossed around homophobic insults. Karla was a twit, but Danielle wasn't there to get anyone fired; they could do that all on their own.

"I see. I'll have to look into that."

"Bottom line, Thomas, is that my life has taken an unexpected road and I need to explore that completely. I don't want to say that you don't now or ever mattered to me, but this journey is too important to explore piecemeal."

"I understand," he said, making a few keystrokes into his computer. "But I must say, that you leaving will put me in a bind." He consulted his screen for a moment before continuing. "I see where your section was working on several contract negotiations, among other things, with clients in the Midwest."

"That is correct."

"You were due back this coming Wednesday; Val Ferris is leaving for vacation next Monday. Your absence will leave me short."

Val Ferris was a young girl in her section, near the same age as Danielle, but was a single mother. She'd been planning on visiting her parents in Florida for a much-needed summer vacation.

"I do have a suggestion, Thomas."

"Yes?"

"A lot of us worked from home during COVID. I don't want to make it sound like an ultimatum, but if you agree, starting next Monday, I'll work from home until the end of August. This way I can assist in closing the negotiations with the Midwest and you can find a suitable replacement. That's the best I can offer."

"I see."

"If anyone asks, just tell them I'm self-isolating. We can do everything over the phone or computer. I'd prefer no video conferencing though, for obvious reasons."

He sat thinking for several minutes.

"I hate to lose you, Danielle, but I do understand. I was in a similar place when my father died and it hasn't been easy living up to his memory. But, good or bad, I keep trying."

"Thank you, Thomas, and I do think that everything will turn out well for you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said smiling, rising from behind the desk. "I'll make a note with Personnel that your absences for Wednesday through Friday are excused. I expect to hear from you Monday morning, though. You can call me direct and we'll go from there."

Danielle got up and held out her hand to him. "Thank you for understanding," she said.

He opened his office door.

"It was nice meeting you, Danielle."

"Thank you," she said, kissing him warmly on the cheek. She was just passing Karla's desk when she turned and said to him, "Maybe we can get together for dinner sometime."

"I'd like that. And you can give me the full story."

Danielle knew what he meant, smiled and left the outer office smiling. She stopped at Pamela's counter, returned the visitor badge, signed out and joined Tom at the cab.

"How'd it go, Darlin'?" he asked, opening the door for her.

"Very well. I'll tell you all about it on the way home," she said, getting in.

He closed the door and started up the cab. As he called in to Dispatch, Danielle sent two text messages: one to Suzie, telling her things went well and that she'd be at Suzie's room at 9AM to go to breakfast. The other text went to Jason suggesting that he dress very nicely and to pick her up outside the Starr at 5:30PM. Then she placed a call to the Heaven's View restaurant on the 50th floor atop the Ocean Wave resort to make a reservation for 6PM for her dinner date. They both put their phones away and Tom made his way toward the highway.

Tom made the trip back to Atlantic City fairly quickly, thanks to very- little traffic; they pulled up into the taxi staging area of the Starr at a little before 4:30.

"Dispatch, car 54," he said into the mic.

"Go ahead, 54," a deep male voice answered.

"Droppin' off previous fare at the Starr. Gonna take a quick lunch break, I'll be there by 1700 ta sign out."

"Copy, 54. Out."

The pair made their way into the elevator in a few minutes. When the door opened on the 39th floor, Tom was visibly confused.

"We're on the wrong floor, Darlin'. Dang elevator."

She pulled him gently into the posh hallway.

"I changed rooms today," she said, smiling.

A few moments later, they were entering her room.

"Oo-whee! Lookit at that view!"

"Nice, huh?" she asked, getting his money together.

"Fancy room, Darlin'. Wouldn't mind stayin' here a night myself," he said smiling, walking over to her at the dining table.

She handed him the $130 for the trip. "Here's the fare," she said as he put it in his jeans pocket. "And this is for you," she added, handing him a couple of more bills.

"Two hundred-!"

She gave him a playfully stern look.

"Hmm, not gonna let me argue with ya, are ya?"

"Nope," she said as he tucked his $200-tip in his wallet.

"And this is for you, too," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"There's more?" he chuckled, encircling her hips with his arms.

She drew him in for a deep kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues danced together. She moaned in his mouth as she was aroused by the eroticism of his kiss and the scent of his body that permeated her senses. She reached down with a hand and snaked it between their bodies, cupping his bulge in her hand and stroking the front of his pants hotly. As they kissed, she could feel him hump into her hand slightly; she could also feel that his lovely cock was growing hard rapidly. She broke the kiss and smiled at him devilishly.

He watched as Danielle lowered herself to her knees and unbuttoned his tight jeans. She pulled them down over his ass and bulging cock; she followed those with his underwear. He leaned back on his hands on the dining table as she kissed his erect cock lovingly. She kissed around the shaft and his balls and even the sparse pubic hair above his cock. She inhaled softly but deeply, getting more aroused by the musky mix of slight aromas of sweat and soap. She moaned as she reached around to caress his hot ass. She lowered her mouth on his cock and sucked softly. He moaned and caressed her head, adding soft petting every so often. She ran her tongue around his cock as she sucked. As she sucked, she started a slow bob taking as much of his 7-inch cock as she could, then slurping her way to the tip.

For several long minutes, Danielle bobbed hotly on Tom's gorgeous suck stick as drools of spit and precum leaked a bit from her lips. The more he got excited, the more his precum flowed and the more he caressed her head. He was standing upright now, holding Danielle's head in his hands, pumping her mouth steadily but gently. She kept a tight hold on his sweet ass and she felt it clench in time with his thrusts in her mouth. She pushed her mouth down further, forcing his cock to poke the back of her throat; she knew he liked this and that it wouldn't be long until he spewed in her mouth. They were both moaning hotly at this point; she loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth and he loved how her mouth made him feel.

"Oh, Darlin'," he moaned sexily as he gripped her head roughly.

She pushed her mouth downward on his cock and flicked her tongue. A second later, he gasped and fired several large spurts of thick sperm in her mouth. She sucked softly and kept her tongue moving around the head as she felt his hot seed fill her cheeks. She paused, sucking momentarily to swallow, then continued to coax more cum out of his spurting cock. He panted heavily as he filled her mouth a second time. Her tongue was giving him tiny electric shocks on the tip of his cock and he gasped and pulled his cock free, tracing a line of cum down her chin and around her lips as his cock rubbed on her skin. She swallowed again and then leaned in gently, licked and kissed the remaining cum from his cock as he rested against the table, breathing heavily.

"Mmm, you taste good," she said smiling, looking up at him with wet spots around her lips and chin. She wiped her chin with her fingers and then licked then clean.

"I'm glad ya like it, Darlin'. Ya can have it anytime," he smiled as she got up and walked to the bathroom.

"Well, don't forget Suzie, you hear me?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Suzie an' I will keep seein' each other when she can manage. Don' you worry about that," he said as she came out, wiping her mouth with a washcloth.

She tossed the cloth on the table and drew Tom in for another deep kiss.

"Thank you for today, honey. I appreciate it."

"Anytime, Darlin'. Ya know that."

"I wish I could spend more time with you, but I have a dinner date with Jason and I have to get ready."

"I understand, Darlin'. He's a lucky guy," he said, making her blush.

"Thank you for understanding," she said into his shoulder as she hugged him tightly.

"My pleasure," he said, leaning in and kissing her again.

Giving him one more quick squeeze, she walked him to the door.

"I'll talk to you soon. Maybe we can do lunch or dinner."

"That'd be sweet, Darlin'," he said, giving her a gentle wave goodbye.

"Drive safe going home, honey, please."

"Will do," he said, winking.

She watched him walk down the corridor and disappear around a corner. Smiling, she closed the door behind her and undressed, making her way to the bathroom to shower.

It was ten minutes after five o'clock when Danielle came out of the bathroom showered and dried. She'd applied black eyeliner and mascara, burgundy eye shadow, a trace of blush and finished off with dark red lip paint, covered by clear gloss. She brushed her hair and dashed a few sprays of vanilla- blackberry on her neck and wrists. She looked at her phone and saw a notification that at 4:47 the courier delivered her check to her attorney. She made a mental note to call Deborah the following morning to discuss further details. She took her black strappy stilettoes into the bathroom and gave each shoe a quick wipe with a disposable alcohol-infused cloth that she'd sometimes use when removing makeup. Satisfied that they showed no signs of being doused in cum that morning, she slipped into a black lace bra and panty set and then unwrapped her red dinner dress. Slipping on the sexy heels and securing them around her supple ankles, Danielle then shimmied into her dress, zipping the back securely. She finished dressing by putting on her diamond earrings, bracelet and anklet.

Leaving the lamp on the dresser illuminated at the lowest setting, she looped her purse around her shoulder and exited the room.

She exited the automatic doors at the top of the long set of stairs and she saw Jason standing near the Valet's podium talking with Stevie, the evening Valet she'd met previously. She was just starting down when the guys saw her. They both had a look of amazement in their eyes, but Stevie recovered much quicker than Jason. Danielle had to smile at Jason's reaction; she'd never tire of it. Stevie came up the stairs and took her elbow in his hand, assisting her down the stairs. Jason, looking very handsome in his dark blue suit, black tie and shoes and white shirt, came to his senses and opened the door for her.

"Thank you, Stevie," she said, smiling warmly at the young man.

"You're welcome, Miss."

"Thank you, darling," she said to Jason, lowering herself in the car.

He closed the door for her after she settled her legs in, tipped Stevie and went around to the driver's side. In a few moments, he started the ignition, put it in gear and was out on Pacific Avenue.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, Danielle," he said, splitting his attention between the road and Danielle.

"Thank you, darling. You look luscious in your suit, very handsome."

"Thanks, honey," he said, taking her hand in his. "Where are we going, by the way?" he asked.

"We have a reservation at Heaven's View at six."

"Heaven's View?! You know how ritzy that place is?"

"Of course. Why do you think I told you to dress very nice?" she teased. "Besides, we needed to go someplace special. We can't eat in the room or on the 6th floor every day."

"I enjoyed you cooking dinner," he winked.

"I'll bet you did," she chuckled.

"Maybe one more time before you go home. Something simple," he said, grinning slyly.

"Sounds like an idea," she responded, smiling.

He kissed the back of her hand as he drove down Atlantic Avenue toward the boulevard that led to the Ocean Wave Resort.

Jason pulled in front of the Ocean Wave and a valet opened Danielle's door and held his hand out to assist her out of the car.

"Thank you," she said.

"Luggage, Miss?"

"None, we're here for Heaven's View."

Jason came up as a second valet took Jason's car away.

"The first elevator on your left through the lobby will take you directly to the restaurant," he said.

"Thank you," Jason said, tipping the young man.

"Thank you, enjoy your dinner."

The pair nodded and smiled at him and they went up a small group of steps and walked hand-in-hand down a wide walkway with lighted fountains on both sides. Entering the hotel, they went through the lavishly-styled lobby and toward the bank of elevators. An attendant called the elevator for them and a few moments later, they boarded the brightly-lit car and started their ascent of 50 floors.

It was a quick ride, but not much that it would make one queasy. The doors opened and the pair entered a makeshift hallway. A line of 4-foot high planters with large-leafed plants formed a wall, separating the elevator from the restaurant. They turned to their left and took notice of a man standing behind the maître d's podium. The older man there had dark hair, that had grayed at the sides; his moustache showed some signs of gray, as well. He was very handsome nonetheless; Danielle saw that he stood nearly as tall as she, in her bare feet, and estimated him to be in his 50s. She admired how attractive he looked in his tuxedo. Danielle also took notice of the man that he was speaking to. He was a very large man in a dark brown suit and shoes, white dress shirt and cream-colored tie: Uncle Phil. He smiled when he saw Danielle. Jason walked Danielle in his arm down the long hallway. Danielle saw Phil say a few things to the maître d', who in turn nodded affirmatively. Then Phil came over as the pair approached the podium.

"Danielle, you're looking stunning," he said smiling, taking her free hand and kissing the back.

"Thank you," she smiled. "It's good to see you." She then turned to Jason, "Honey, this is Uncle Phil." There weren't any patrons around so she felt she could talk freely. "Uncle Phil, this is Jason."

Phil smiled and held out his hand to Jason. "So you're the lucky boyfriend, eh?" he asked, smiling at the young man, shaking his hand.

"Yes, Sir, that would be me."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Jason."

"Same, Sir."

"I'd love to stay and catch up, Danielle, but I have to get back to a bit of work. Just took a quick dinner break."

"I understand," she said, smiling softly.

"Call me sometime soon," he said to Danielle. Then to Jason: "Ah, with your permission, of course." he said, smiling.

"It's no problem, Sir."

"How long are you going to be in town?" he asked her.

"Well, I have to be back at work on Monday. There's nothing definite yet, but possibly Friday."

"Alright, I'll be in my office on Friday even though it will be a light workday for me. Give me a call, I'd love to see you."

"Jason?"

"I'm working a mid that day, so I'll have to abandon you to entertain yourself," he said with a sly grin.

They chuckled at Jason's innuendo and she held his arm lovingly.

"Well then, Uncle Phil, consider it a date. How about I call you at noon?"

"Excellent," he said, smiling happily. He shook Jason's hand again. "You kids enjoy your dinner, you hear?"

"We will, Sir," Jason said, "thank you."

Phil gave Danielle a gentle hug and she kissed him warmly on the cheek.

"See you Friday," she whispered in his ear.

He smiled again and made his way to the elevator. A moment later he said, "You kids enjoy yourselves. Good night!" he waved and disappeared into the car.

Danielle smiled at Jason, who had an amused look on his face. They waited by the podium for the maître d' to return. Danielle took a look at the sprawling dining room, marveling at the layout and the view. It was a large banquet room with various-sized tables sectioned off into their own private booths; the paneled partitions coming up just high enough to keep other patrons from seeing each other, yet allowing an amazing view of the sky and far off horizon of the Atlantic Ocean. Chandeliers hung strategically throughout the room, adding illumination yet not interfering with the overall vastness of the views. Off to the left of the room was a smaller room, which seemed more private and cozier than the larger room. A couple of the tables were very close to the picture-window overlooking the ocean, affording whoever sat there a spectacular view. The entrance to that small group of tables was blocked by a velvet rope. Danielle estimated that half of the large dining room was occupied.

A moment later, the maître d' returned, smiling warmly at them.

"My apologies, Miss."

"It's quite alright."

He introduced himself as Vito and he welcomed them to the Heaven's View Restaurant.

"We have a reservation for 6PM."

"Miss Danielle, will you and your handsome guest please follow me," he said, smiling softly.

"Thank you, Sir," she said.

Danielle followed the handsome older man as her younger man followed closely behind her. They walked down a lane that ran through the rows of tables along the right side of the room. Danielle got many looks from the male patrons, and conversely, Jason received a few from their ladies. Taking a left turn down the lane that ran past a series of tables near the window, they walked as far down as the private room. Danielle glanced back at Jason with a questioning look and he shrugged slightly. Vito removed the velvet rope and gestured for Danielle and Jason to enter the quiet, closed-off area. Several patrons craned their necks, attempting to see who was important enough to be allowed entry into that exclusive area.

Vito took Danielle and Jason to the second table from the rope. Vito held her chair as Danielle sat down and settled; Jason situated himself across from her.

"Thank you," she said to Vito.

He handed menus to each of the young lovers and said that their waiter would be with them shortly. He bid them a pleasant meal and they thanked him and he left the way he came, securing the velvet rope keeping their dinner date a private affair.

"How did we end up here?" he asked softly.

"I dunno," she said. "I just made a reservation, I didn't ask for any specific table."

"Amazing view, isn't it?"

"Yes," she agreed.

Even with the darkening sky, the Atlantic Ocean looked amazing from their vantage point. Dark purples and blues mixed together as the sky faded to its inevitable darkness; points of light, both from stars in the sky to ships on the water, flickered in the distance.

Their stargazing was interrupted by a sharp-dressed young man in his late-20s approaching them from behind them. It appeared that the private dining room had its own route to the kitchen. He had bushy blonde hair, but it was combed neatly. His name was Simon and he welcomed the two diners and asked if he could fetch their drinks.

"May I?" she asked Jason.

"Of course, honey."

"We'll take a bottle of Messorio, please."

"I'll be back shortly," he said, nodding and walking away.

"Who's 'Uncle Phil'?"

She chuckled. "You're still thinking about him?"

"Well, it would be nice to know about him."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Then she looked at him excitingly, "Are we gonna have our first domestic spat?"

He laughed and shook his head, "No, silly, I was just caught by surprise. He seemed to know about me, but I didn't know anything about him."

"That's because I talk about you all the time," she said, smiling.

"So who is he?"

"Look at your menu, Simon will be back shortly," she said, attempting not to smile.

"I can see that silly grin, you know," he said, picking up his menu.

They spent the next few minutes, in silence, looking over the entries on the menu.

"Oh yes," she said.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Thinking about Uncle Phil?" he asked behind his menu.

"Would you stop with Uncle Phil?" she chuckled. "If you don't, I won't cook you dinner again."

"If you don't tell me about him, I won't stay with you tonight," he said, shaking a finger at her.

"That's okay, why do you think I have my big purple dildo in my dresser?"

"You what?"

She laughed at his reaction as Simon returned. He smiled down at her and held out the bottle of wine. She gave a look at the bottle; she nodded to him after reading 'Le Macchiole Messorio 2017'. He extricated the cork with a soft 'pop', placed the cork on the table on a small doily and poured her a dash of the deep red liquid. She sipped gently, feeling the alcohol-fermented grapes delicately invade her senses.

She moaned softly and said, "Excellent, thank you."

He then poured each of the young couple a glass of the fine wine.

"Are you ready to order?" he asked, placing the bottle on the table.

"Honey?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Miss?"

"For an appetizer, we'll have the stuffed mushrooms, please. For my main course, I'll take the breaded chicken breast, baked, with linguine aglio e olio."

"And you, Sir?"

"I'll have the New York strip steak with garlic potatoes, please."

"Vegetable?"

"Oh, I'll have the sautéed green beans."

"Very good," he said, and then walked away to the kitchen.

"What did you order?"

"Chicken and linguine," she said, sipping some wine.

"Yeah, but what was after the linguine, 'alyawhattie'?"

She nearly spit out her wine, laughing. She recovered and swallowed and chuckled at him. "You're so cute, you know that?"

"Thanks," he said sarcastically.

"Aglio e olio is Italian for 'garlic and oil'," she said, smiling.

"Oh, okay."

They talked for about fifteen minutes about some of the different dishes on the menu that they'd sometime like to try. There were several other beef, pork and chicken dishes that were listed that simply sounded mouth-watering.

"So-" he began.

"I know, 'Uncle Phil'. You know, there are a lot of guys I haven't told you about. Not because I'm afraid to, I just didn't think you were interested in knowing where I play and who I play with."

"If you want to tell me, sure, it's just I was curious since you told him about me."

"Oo! Maybe I should keep a diary of sorts and write a series of stories! This way you can read where I've been and who've I've played with. I'll even include the parts that you starred in! Oo! I'll call it 'The Amorous Expl'-"

"Oh shut up."

She laughed and patted his hand at his exasperation and took a sip of wine. The waiter swung by wordlessly and gave them their stuffed mushrooms. He refilled their glasses and was back on his way.

"Okay, seriously. Phil is an exec here at the Ocean Wave. I met him on one of my playtimes at the Sampson. That was the day you fucked me in your back seat," she said, mouthing one of the small appetizers.

"Oh, yeah."

"Well," she began, dabbing her lips, "we did a little role-play where he was the uncle and I was his impressionable niece. It was fun."

He sat there expecting more. "That's it?" he asked, having a mushroom.

"That's it, honey. Unless you want a graphic narrative," she chuckled. "No lie, but he did give me me his business card and invited me to call if I wanted to play again." She took his business card out of her purse and showed it to Jason.

"Phil Adams, Chief Operations Officer, Ocean Wave Resort. Wow."

"Tell me about it."

"And you haven't called him yet?"

"I've been busy with my friends," she said, winking and taking a sip of wine.

"You wanna see him Friday?"

"Definitely, if it's alright with you."

"Of course it is, honey, I'm not gonna control you."

"I know. Besides, you get the best of me, so never feel left out," she said, kissing his hand.

"I don't, I guess I just want to spend as much time with you as possible. You are going home soon."

They each helped themselves to more of the tasty delicacy.

"True. But even though I agreed to work again, I'll have weekends free."

"So you are going back to work?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

The question was interrupted by Simon bringing their dinner. He refilled their glasses once again and said, "If there's anything you need, please signal me, I'll be over by the private bar." He pointed to where a small quiet bar was situated.

"Thank you," they each said and he left them to enjoy their meal.

Over the course of the dinner, they enjoyed their food, the wine and more conversation. Danielle told Jason about her trip to the bank and its results as well as her visit to her job. She said that despite her good fortune from Sunday, she'd decided not to work, the decision not to go back was wholly based on her transition; however, she didn't want to leave them in a bind, nor leave on bad terms. She explained to Jason that she'd agreed to work from home until the end of August.

"So you see, that's why I say I can visit you on weekends," she said smiling.

"I'll enjoy that."

She smiled at him knowing that she too, would enjoy their time together.

"Did you tell them about your jackpot?"

"Absolutely not. I'm going to stay as low-key on that as possible. Only special people to me need to know that."

They finished their wine and their dinner, occasionally trading forkfuls of their food with each other. When dinner was finished, they each took a deep breath, letting the experience of the evening set in; they smiled at one another knowing they shared a very good time.

"As you can see him better than I can, honey, would you signal Simon for the check?"

Jason made eye contact with Simon and he came over promptly.

"How is everything?"

"Excellent, Simon, thank you," she answered warmly.

"Would you care for coffee or dessert?"

They declined politely saying the meal filled them sufficiently.

"Just the check," Jason said.

"Of course. I'll be right back."

"How much should we tip him?" Jason asked.

"Oh, I dunno, three or four dollars?"

Jason's blank look was nearly the best yet. Danielle laughed happily, seeing his face change from 'Are you serious?' to 'I'm going to get you later'.

"Here," she said, slipping him a $50-bill.

"You just wait."

"Uh huh," she chuckled.

A moment later, Vito came in, securing the velvet rope behind him.

"Miss Danielle, Sir, I hope dinner was satisfactory."

"Absolutely, it was fantastic," she said, smiling at the handsome gentleman.

"Simon informed me that you requested the check."

"That's correct. Is there an issue?"

"No, Miss, I'm happy to inform you that your dinner is on the house, compliments of Mr. Adams."

"Oh my," she said, smiling.

"Very nice, very nice," Jason said.

"Thank you so much, Vito. That's so wonderful," Danielle said, squeezing his hand gently.

"You are very welcome, Miss Danielle."

"May we see Simon before we go?"

"Of course, Miss, one moment. And thank you again for coming."

She smiled at him as he left for the kitchen. They both stood up, gently stretching their legs when Simon came out.

"Yes, Miss?"

"We just wanted to thank you for your wonderful service. It was nice meeting you," she said, shaking his hand.

"It was nice meeting you."

"Thank you, Simon," Jason said, shaking his hand, slipping him the $50- tip.

"Thank you so much, both of you."

"Can we get out that way?" Danielle asked, pointing to the velvet rope.

"Of course, I'll take care of that for you."

"Thank you, Simon. Good night," she said, smiling warmly at him.

"Good night," Jason added.

"Good night. Thank you again," Simon said as the two walked into the regular dining area.

As they turned to head to the exit, Danielle quietly told Jason to slip Vito a $20-tip when they left.

A moment later, Danielle held her hand out to Vito, leaning in and kissing the gentleman's cheek softly. "Thank you, Vito. We had a wonderful time."

"My pleasure, Miss Danielle. Please come see us soon, it would be wonderful to see you again."

"Thank you, Vito," she said warmly.

"Thank you, Vito," Jason said, holding out and then shaking the man's hand, slipping him his tip.

"Ah, thank you, Sir, you're very kind."

"Take care," Jason said.

"And you, Sir."

"Good night, Vito," she said.

"Good night, Miss."

Only having to wait at the elevator door for a moment, they soon found themselves on the way down to leave the spectacular restaurant behind.

"Just park it for me in the employee area, Stevie. Leave the key at the front desk, I'm staying with Miss Stefani tonight," Jason said fifteen minutes later when they pulled up in front of the Starr.

"Right, Jason," the young man said. "Have a good night," he added, as Danielle and Jason started up the stairs.

Danielle waved and smiled at him, then turned around to continue up the stairs. Jason stopped briefly at the Main Desk. He let the Desk Manager on Duty know that he'd be staying with a friend in the hotel and that Stevie would be dropping off his car keys. The manager told Jason he'd hang them on the board in the office. They exchanged pleasantries and Jason escorted Danielle to the elevator.

"Do your coworkers know I'm a slut?" she asked playfully.

He chuckled. "You're not a slut; a bit over-sexed, but not a slut. The only other person you've done anything with is Scott, and I know he won't gossip."

She smiled at him as they got on to ride to her room.

A short time later, Danielle was standing at her window looking out over the vast view of the darkened ocean. Jason was behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his hands locked together as he held her close. She rested her hands on his and enjoyed the feeling of his breath on the side of her head and her neck. She turned her head slightly and kissed his lips softly. She spun herself around slowly and put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

"Thank you for tonight, darling," she said softly.

"I should thank you."

"Me? I didn't do anything."

She kissed him softly once more.

"Well, if Uncle Phil didn't pick up the tab for dinner, you would have."

"Who says?" she teased.

He laughed and quickly tickled her, pushing her down on the bed. He leaned down on the bed and tickled her more. She squirmed and laughed loudly under his humorous assault.

"No more! No more! Uncle!" she yelled, laughing.

"He's not going to help you now."

"Aaahh!"

Just moments later, he stopped torturing her, letting her catch her breath. He lay on the bed next to her and caressed her tummy. He leaned down and kissed her softly, licking her lips and moaning as she searched out for his tongue with hers. They shared a deep kiss for a few minutes.

"Help me up and so I can undress, honey," she said.

He rolled off and stood up and helped her to the edge of the bed. Before she could stand up, Jason kneeled down and took one of her lovely feet in his hands and placed it on his thigh. He gently unbuckled the strap and removed her shoe. He repeated the process with the other shoe, then stood up and helped Danielle to her feet.

"Unzip me, darling," she said, turning around for him. He quickly unzipped the dress and she said, "Just put my heels on the dresser, love." She walked to the closet and let the dress slide off her body. She pulled out a hanger and hung the dress in the closet. She grabbed a second hanger for Jason to hang his suit. "Here you go, darling."

Jason undressed and they situated his suit and shirt on the hanger. As he hung it up, Danielle tossed his shoes in the bottom of the closet, placing her heels right next to them shortly after. She took off her bra and panties.

"You look so hot in nothing but that jewelry," he said smiling.

"Yeah? Maybe one day you can take some pictures," she said, winking at him.

He smiled widely at her as she removed the jewelry and locked the collection in the safe.

"I have some nighties in the dresser, would you pick one for me to wear, darling?"

He went into the dresser and chose the sleepwear he wanted as she took the heavy bed cover off of the bed and turned down the soft blanket and sheets.

"Just set it on the bed, honey, I'll be right out," she said, going into the bathroom.

"How do you want me, baby?"

"Naked."

She took a quick pee and washed her hands. When she came back into the room, Jason was naked, as instructed, and he was lying on his side leaning on a pillow. He had a stack of pillows near his head and he patted the bed gently, telling Danielle that he wanted her lying on her back, leaning on the pillows. She shimmied into the lilac chemise that Jason picked and she crawled on the bed, leaning back and resting herself on the pillows and closely to Jason's wonderful body.

"Oh, boy," she sighed, "what a day."

"Busy, huh?" he asked, leaning in and kissing her quickly, but softly.

"Yeah. But productive. Oh, this bed is so comfortable."

"Tell me something, baby," he said as he slowly peppered her face with soft kisses, "what do you plan to do now that you are independently wealthy?"

"Um, well, I could take a trip around the world."

"Hmm." More kisses.

"Too cliché? How about go on a cruise? I'd have to get medication though, so I don't throw up everywhere."

"Hmm." More kisses.

"Hmm, that's no better, huh? Let's see...how about I buy a car and see the U.S.A.?"

"Don't you have a car?"

"I have a 2000 Toyota Celica."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's as old as I am," she chuckled. "And I got better mileage on me."

"What kind of car would you buy?"

"A speedy car."

"A Mustang?"

"Speedier than that."

"What then?"

"I was thinking a Nissan GT-R, in black of course."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"Hmm," she hummed, thinking. "Oo! I know! I can get titties!"

"What?!"

"Breast implants. Remember that doctor that saved me from the evil clutches of your perilous car? He does breast implants. Whatcha think?"

"Mmm, you'd look awesome with some double-D's."

She laughed loudly, "I am not getting double-D tits! How do you think I'd carry that weight?"

"But they'd be fun," he countered.

"You could have more fun fucking my ass. No, double-D's are out."

"Okay," he said mock-dejectedly.

"Oh shit, I have to see Mr. Steele," she realized.

"Not right now, you don't," he said, rubbing her satin-covered tummy, kissing her.

"You don't think he'd like seeing me in my nightie?"

"Oh shut up," he whispered as his mouth closed onto hers.

She moaned into his mouth. "I guess you have something better in mind?"

He answered by raising himself over her and kissing her deeply; he raised her hands above her head and kissed her again. Then he pulled the satin ribbon she used to tie the robe that matched her nightie out from under her pillows. He'd previously looped an end of the satin tie when she was in the bathroom; he fastened the looped end around her left wrist securely.

"What?" she wondered aloud.

He put the tie through the framed cubbies in the headboard and firmly secured her right wrist. He smiled at her devilishly and the leaned down and kissed her. She tried to untie her hands, but she was unsuccessful. He retook his position lying next to her as she struggled to free herself.

"Stop," he said softly.

She stopped struggling as he leaned down and kissed her again, pulling her nightie up to expose her soft nipples. He took one in his mouth, licking and sucking it gently, making her moan with the pleasure. He did this for several minutes and then moved to the other nipple, repeating his actions for several more minutes. She was squirming and he noticed that her cock had gotten hard and was beginning to leak. He kissed down her tummy and around her navel, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. He licked down past her cock and balls and shifted his position and lifted her legs, spreading her thighs. Her pink pucker clenched occasionally from her nervous anticipation.

He leaned in and softly licked her hole; it was hot, pulsating and tangy. He kissed it repeatedly, alternating between kissing and licking her quivering hole, making her squirm and moan more. When he felt she was sufficiently wet, he brought himself up and kissed her mouth hotly, rubbing his tongue on hers. They moaned into each other's mouth and Jason lay down next to her on the opposite side he'd started on. She lay there panting, hands tied above her head and her legs up, thighs still open as she looked at him questioningly.

He leaned up and reached for something else under her pillows. In a quick motion he'd brought out Danielle's purple dildo and stuffed it into her surprised mouth. She gagged and gurgled on the rubber toy as Jason fucked her mouth with it.

"That's it, take it. You're the one that admitted being a slut."

He pushed the fake cock in her mouth deeper as he positioned his leg to prevent her from lowering her legs. He pumped her mouth with the purple toy; in and out he repeatedly pistoned the always-hard invader, making the toy wet with her saliva, but also the area around her lips and chin. He fucked her throat for several more minutes, filling the room with gagging and gurgling sounds.

Then just as quickly as he invaded her throat, he pulled the dildo from her mouth and positioned it at the entrance to her love tunnel. With increasing pressure, he pushed the slick sex toy up into her in a constant, steady motion.

Danielle wailed at the intrusion and gasped and squirmed. Jason pulled out the toy to just where the tip was inside her. Then he pushed again, sending the dildo up into her body, making her groan again. Her cock was rock hard and he could see the streams of precum that had leaked out of her cock. As he fucked her with the dildo, more precum leaked onto her tummy. She panted and moaned loudly, feeling full as her purple toy fucked her mercilessly. And she really felt it as this dildo she'd bought was a bit different than the standard ones that are sold. This dildo had the bumps and ridges over-pronounced so they would hyper-stimulate the anal ring during penetration. She'd had no idea it would feel as good as it did.

Jason continued fucking his lover with the purple dildo, but leaned down and took her cock in his mouth. Her sweet precum leaked rapidly into his mouth; he moaned as he sucked it up and savored it. He felt her hips hump as he fucked and sucked her. He did a rapid bob up and down on her sweet T-Girl cock. She panted and moaned and called his name.

"Uh, Jason...fuck my asshole," she yelled, "fuck my asshole!"

He rammed her squelching asshole harder as he felt her cock stiffen suddenly. She yelled and her cock began to spew her gurlcum in his mouth. He shoved the dildo up her asshole as far as he could and held it in place as she unloaded a big load of sperm in his mouth. She panted and groaned and humped his face; he could feel her asshole contract around the toy as she blew through her orgasm. He swallowed her cum and bobbed slowly, coaxing only a little more of her sweet cream to ooze out. He swallowed that and let her slick cock ease out of his mouth. He gently withdrew the purple invader from her asshole, watching as her anal ring gripped the rubber as it glided against her anal skin. Danielle lay there panting, legs open but now resting on the bed, as she came down from her powerful cum. Jason pulled the tip of the dildo out of her with a soft squish and he wrapped it in a washcloth, tossing it onto the easy chair. He lay next to her and she watched as he reached up and tugged gently on one short piece of the satin tie. Her hands were suddenly free and she brought them down slowly as she regained her normal breathing.

"That's all I had to do to get free?"

"Yup," he said, smiling slyly.

"Gimme a minute, I'll take care of you."

"Nope," he said, pulling her close.

"No?"

"Tonight was all for you. After all, you started the day just for me."

She kissed him deeply, turning toward him and wrapping an arm around him. They cuddled and kissed softly for some time before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

To be continued... :)

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Vacation in Atlantic City!"

• I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

• II: Check-In

• III: Dinner by Starlight

• IV: Sightseeing and a Little Road Trip

• V: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

• VI: A Day with Jason

• VII: Posting an Online Sex Ad

• VIII: If You Knew Suzie...

• IX: Shopping and Businessmen

• X: Taras and Suzies and Bears, Oh My!!

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