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 XVI: A Night in Philadelphia"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 13, Continued:

It was 1:30 by the time she'd gotten back to her suite. So the ninety minutes she had available to get ready was plenty of time. Fortunately, for other guests, she managed to get an elevator alone, so she didn't have to let anyone know she'd spent the morning engaged in all sorts of sexual antics. She undressed completely, putting her boots in the bottom of the closet and tossing all her clothes into her laundry sack. She went into her purse and opened a thin white tube the size of a lipstick that she'd purchased at the same time as her bubble gum and took two small tablets; she swallowed them quickly with a mouthful of water. Then, setting the alarm on her phone as well as setting the automated call-back feature on her room phone, as she didn't want to bother Scott on a busy day, she rested back on her bed for a thirty-minute power nap.

At 2:05, Danielle's phone sounded loudly; thirty seconds later, the room phone rang. She silenced each and sat on the bed for a moment, composing herself. She put some jazz music on the TV and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. First was a shower; she wet herself completely from head to toe, rinsing off the smells from sex and the clamminess from the rain. She shampooed her hair and lathered her body liberally, making sure to put in extra effort around her cock and ass. The she took her razor and made sure that she was impeccably smooth from the waist down; as she rarely had any chest or arm hair, she didn't need to worry much about those areas. Finally, she ran the razor through her armpits, ensuring they were smooth as well. Rinsing completely and then letting the spray run down her face for a few minutes to awaken her fully, she turned off the water, shook the excess water from her arms and legs and stepped out of the tub.

Drying quickly, she made her way to the sink. The first step was to brush her hair; she wanted to make sure that it was fully dry by the time she left the room, so she used her hair dryer only for a few minutes. Yolanda had cautioned her about using a blow dryer, so she only used it sporadically. Satisfied that her hair was groomed perfectly, she brushed her teeth and rinsed with mouthwash, then she concentrated on doing her makeup. Aiming for an ultra- sultry look, Danielle first applied eye makeup primer; she wanted the best results for this date and wanted the color to last. Then came the eye shadow: She ultimately used a smoky-gray shade, but she first applied a thin underlying layer of burgundy. Next, she followed with generous amounts of jet-black eyeliner and mascara. Her eyes took some time to complete, but the look she saw in the mirror was worth the time spent. She applied a thin line of lip liner and then carefully covered her lips with lip paint that was in a wine-red shade. After the color dried, she applied the shiny gloss coat to ensure that she'd have beautiful lips for the entire evening, regardless of activity. She took a couple of light swipes on her cheekbones, giving them the slightest of pink glows. Danielle finished by spritzing on a few dashes of gardenia scent and headed out to the room.

Looking at her phone, she saw that it was 2:35. She went to the closet and withdrew her new heels, a pair of black lace-top thigh highs, panties and special bra. After pulling up the panties and adjusting herself comfortably as not to show bulge, she took the new thigh highs out of their package and carefully slipped each one on, adjusting the tops as necessary. Next, she stood in front of the closet mirror, positioning the strapless bra around her chest, fastening the metal clips between the cups. She adjusted her smallish boobs in the bra to give herself some cleavage; she chuckled to herself thinking how Dr. Devlin could help with the issue. As she only had to put on her dress and heels, she spent a few minutes going through her purse. She swallowed another of the small tablets from the white tube and placed it back in her purse. Tossing the packs of bubble gum on the dresser, she made sure her wallet and cash were in order; she also confirmed that any makeup or perfume she'd need was also included. She went to the closet and pulled out her short black sheer nightie; she carefully rolled it into a compact size and placed it inside the purse, in case she'd need it for after the party. Finally, she went to the room safe and withdrew her diamond jewelry; after fastening each of the sparkling baubles, she took the item she'd purchased the day before and zipped it into her purse. She closed and locked the safe and was done dressing, minus the dress and heels.

Going to the closet, she carefully unwrapped her new dress; she stepped into it, pulling up the garment and adjusting it in the right position. She unboxed and slipped on her heels then she reached behind her and zipped the dress closed. Then she gave herself a cursory inspection in the mirror: the strapless red dress came down to mid-thigh and fit snugly around her sexy body, but not too tightly. The lace tops of her stockings could only be seen if she were to bend over. Admiring the black suede pumps, she saw that the 5-inch heel/1-inch platform combination accentuated her shapely legs. The diamond anklet sparkled brilliantly on her right ankle as it lay against the black of the nylon.

She took a quick selfie for Jason and texted it to him saying, "Meet me at the front desk if you can, I'll be right down".

She tossed on the accompanying piece to her dress: a matching waist- length jacket. Looping her purse over her shoulder, she turned off the TV and all the lights, secured the door and made her way to the elevators.

Entering the lobby, all eyes were on her; Scott and Jason were behind the main desk and there was an assortment of other guests in the large lobby. They watched Danielle stride confidently up the counter. Scott and Jason both stood there, mesmerized, unable to react in any way.

"Hi, guys," she said happily.

"Uh, um," was all that came out of Scott's open mouth.

"Wow, Danielle," Jason managed to say breathlessly.

"Come on, guys, you're making me blush," she said demurely.

"Damn, sorry, Danielle, it's just that...wow," Scott said.

"Thank you," she said, smiling softly.

"The picture you sent just doesn't do you justice, baby," Jason said, finally getting his senses straight.

"Thank you, honey," she said, reaching out to touch his hand. "Scott, can Jason escort me up to the Administration Offices?"

"Of course, Danielle."

"See you tomorrow," she said to him, giving him a wink.

She walked down the length of the counter with Jason across from her on the other side. They met at the end and she took his hand in hers. Then they walked to the elevator banks and Jason called for the special elevator that led to the hotel's offices.

"You look absolutely fantastic, baby," he said, noticing that a few of the guys waiting for other elevators couldn't keep their eyes off of Danielle.

"Thank you, darling," she said as the doors opened.

They got on and the doors slowly closed. As soon as they clanged shut, Danielle turned quickly to Jason and took him in her arms, kissing him deeply.

Kissing across his cheek, she whispered in his ear, "I can't wait 'til I see you tonight."

She closed her mouth on his once again and she felt his arms wrap around her as their tongues flicked and rubbed hotly together. She caressed the back of his head, enjoying how her fingers felt going through his hair. They moaned softly in each other's mouth and Danielle finally broke the kiss, licking his lips softly and caressing his cheek. They took their previous positions as they waited for the elevator to slow to a stop.

"I can only imagine what a night Mr. Steele is going to have," he chuckled.

"But I love only you," she said as the doors opened.

"Ditto," he said, smiling.

She exited the elevator, turned around and said, "I'll text you, if I can. But either way, see you at midnight."

Jason nodded and waved and she threw him a kiss just before the chrome doors closed.

It was slightly after 2:45PM when she entered Steele's outer office; Sally was standing in front of a filing cabinet, shuffling some papers in a drawer. She turned when she heard Danielle enter.

"Hi, Sally," she said to the young secretary.

"Wow, Danielle, you look gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Sally," Danielle replied, blushing. She admired Sally's choice of dress: the young brunette was dressed in a black mid-thigh length skirt, short-sleeved white dress shirt and topped with a gray-checkered vest. Her long legs were encased in nude hose and she wore the black pumps that Danielle had seen previously. "You're the one who's really stunning, though."

Sally came over and gave Danielle a quick kiss on the cheek, "Don't sell yourself short, Danielle, you're more gorgeous than you realize."

Danielle gave Sally a quick kiss on the cheek in return and the secretary returned to her desk. She sat down and flicked on the intercom, informing Steele that Danielle was waiting. He responded and Sally told her she could go in.

"Be sure to have a good time tonight," she said winking and smiling as Danielle passed her desk.

"Thank you, Sally."

Steele was leaning casually against his desk, as Danielle had seen him do previously; it apparently was a favorite spot of his. He was initially smiling; but when Danielle walked into the room, his face went to amazement. Sure, he was expecting her to be beautiful, he'd seen her dressed exceptionally-nice before, but he was completely taken with what he was seeing at this moment.

Danielle couldn't help feeling extreme satisfaction seeing, and knowing, how much Steele loved how she looked. She watched him look her over from head to heels, paying almost exclusive attention to her lower limbs. She saw him lick his lips furtively, as if he was seeing a feast that he wouldn't be able to ignore. He looked very handsome in his gray suit and black shoes; his white dress shirt was crisp and secured with a burgundy tie. His face was smooth and his hair was impeccably groomed.

"Hi, darling," she said, caressing his arm, bringing him out of his stupor.

"Oh, sorry, Danielle, hello," he said standing. "I just didn't expect you to be more stunning than you were last night."

"Thank you, darling," she said, leaning up to kiss him.

The kiss this time wasn't filled with uncertainty; this time it was passionate and welcome on both sides. He pulled her close, not too tightly, but she still detected his growing cock press against her.

"You look so gorgeous," he said breathlessly as they broke the kiss.

"Thank you, darling," she smiled softly, "you're quite handsome dressed as you are."

"It's just a simple suit."

She chuckled softly at his description of his choice of clothing. "Not only is it a Tom Ford, darling, but you fill it out very well," she said, winking and smiling devilishly at him.

He finally caught her meaning and blushed and said, "Yes, well, uh, thank you, honey."

She kissed his cheek and asked, "Will we be leaving soon?"

"Soon, yes, there's just one thing I need to do before we go," he answered as he went around his desk. Picking up the phone, he hit a few numbers. A moment later he said, "Eddie, prep the chopper. I'll be up in a little bit, I have to wait for an international call." He hung up the phone and turned to Danielle, "it'll only be a few minutes, honey. I hope you're looking forward to tonight."

"I certainly am," she said excitedly. "What could be better than dinner and dancing with a sexy man?"

He blushed again, not used to such compliments. "Thank you, Danielle, I do appreciate how you feel about me," he told her, smiling softly.

"Well, not only is it warranted, but it's genuine. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

"I know that, honey, I just wanted you to know how appreciated it is."

Their small talk was broken by the buzzing on the intercom.

"Yes, Miss Kirby?"

Danielle heard Sally's voice come over the tinny speaker, "Your call from Switzerland is on line three, Sir."

"Thank you," he said to her. He flipped off the intercom, pressed the appropriate button on his desk phone and picked up the receiver. "Excuse me, Danielle...hello...yes, I was just about to leave." After a pause of several moments, he said, "I did, yes...of course." He paused, then held the phone out to Danielle. "Danielle, I have someone on the line for you."

"Me?" Steele nodded, smiling softly, holding the receiver for her. She walked around the desk and took the receiver from him and voiced a tentative "Hello?"

"Danielle, it's wonderful to speak with you," the female voice said happily.

"Um, who-"

"This is Abigail...Mrs. Steele," she said.

"Oh, um, I-"

"Relax, darling, it's quite alright, Arthur has told me all about you."

"He has?" she asked, looking over toward a softly-smiling Steele.

"We had such a nice conversation last night, dear. I admire what you're doing; Arthur's mentioned that you have quite a lot of courage. You're young yet, but keep your head about you and you'll be fine."

"Yes, Ma'am. How are you feeling, by the way?"

"You're so sweet to ask, dear, I'm doing well. I have good days and I have not-so-good days. What did Arthur tell you?"

"He said that you were in Europe and that you were ill, and recovering."

The older woman chuckled genuinely and said, "Arthur's so sweet; that's his way of telling people about me. Truth is, dear, I'm an alcoholic; or I was up until a month or so ago. I'm here at a clinic trying to get well."

"I wish you luck, Mrs. Steele, I'll keep you in my thoughts."

"Thank you, darling, you're so sweet. Arthur was right. Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

"Well, you do know why I am here, right?"

"Of course, darling, he's told me everything. And let me say, I feel more comfortable with you being Arthur's Mistress than him hiring some wretched escort. Watch for them, dear, most can be very unscrupulous and arrogant."

"Yes, Ma'am, I will."

"Well, I'll let you go, I know that Arthur is on a schedule. Don't be afraid to have a good time with him, darling, whatever happens it's alright with me. In the right mood, he can be very romantic," she said, chuckling.

"Yes, Ma'am," Danielle said, chuckling too. "I'll give you back to Arthur now."

"Fine, dear, keep in touch with me, maybe we can meet in person one day."

"I'd like that, Mrs. Steele. It was nice talking with you. Take care, feel better soon."

"Thank you, darling," she said appreciatively.

Danielle handed the receiver back to Steele and he smiled and winked at her.

"Hello, dear...yes, well, I told you she was," he said as he covered her hand with his. "I'll call you again in a few days...goodbye, dear."

He hung up the phone and pulled Danielle to him gently. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her softly, patting her back a few times as he detected that she was still a bit thrown-off by the conversation.

"You okay now, honey?"

"Yes, I think so," she said, looking up at him. "I honestly didn't expect that."

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you, but I knew it was going to be okay and I didn't want you to worry for nothing."

"She told me that it's okay to be romantic with you. She's a remarkable woman."

"That's why I married her," he chuckled. "Because she's remarkable, that is," he laughed.

Danielle laughed, too, loosening up from the strange situation.

"We should be heading to the roof now, it's almost time for take-off."

"Oh, one thing, Arthur."

"Yes?"

"Since I'm your Mistress, I figured you'd at some point would have gotten me some gifts, so," she said, going into her purse and pulling out the small packet she'd purchased the day before, "I bought this for you to 'give' to me."

"Well, okay, good idea," he said, taking it from her.

"If anyone asks, we say that you gave it to me."

"Wow!" he said, pulling out the diamond friendship ring. It was a white gold band lined with small diamonds. The ends of the ring were wrapped around each other in a side-by-side configuration, much like the Yin/Yang symbol. Each end of the band was topped with a 3/4-carat diamond. "It's beautiful."

"Would you put it on me, darling?" Danielle asked, holding her left hand out.

Steele took Danielle's hand gently and slipped the ring softly over her delicate finger. It wasn't an engagement ring per se, but she wanted it on her ring finger regardless.

"Thank you, darling. It is beautiful," she said, leaning up and kissing him softly.

"I'm sorry I didn't think to buy you anything-"

"It's alright, darling," she said, quieting him with a finger over his lips. "I didn't expect anything. I just thought it was a good idea, to show people how we're 'committed'."

"Good thinking. By the way, how much did I spend on that ring?"

"Two thousand dollars."

"Two thousand?!"

"You're such a generous gentleman," she said, kissing him again.

"Wow, I am. Wish I'd have thought of it."

"Well, maybe you should have spent less time thinking about my legs," she teased.

He let out a hearty laugh. "Guilty as charged."

"Don't we have a plane to catch or something?"

"Yes, something like that. Come on, beautiful," he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the office.

As they passed through the outer office, Danielle noticed that Sally had gone home for the day. Steele called for the elevator and when they got in, he inserted a key into the panel and pushed a button. The doors closed and the elevator moved upward. A few floors later, the doors opened into a glass- enclosed foyer and through the windows, Danielle could see a sleek, black helicopter with red stripes running down the side sitting on the pad, its rotors spinning in preparation for flight.

"Oh, boy," she said.

Steele chuckled, "You'll be fine, Danielle."

Still holding Danielle's hand, Steele walked to a panel by the doors and picked up a microphone that Danielle recognized as one like Tom had in his cab connected to his radio.

Steele pressed the button on the side and said, "Eddie, this is Steele, we'll be out momentarily." He released the switch and as he hung the mic on the clip, he heard Eddie say in response, "Copy, Mr. Steele."

"Ready, Danielle?"

"No."

Steele chuckled at her and gripped her hand a little harder. "Just keep your head down like I do, you'll be fine."

Steele opened the door and they exited onto the blacktop that made up the flight deck. Steele continued walking, but did so with a little stoop; Danielle copied his movement as they got closer to the helicopter. Just before they got to the vehicle, a man in black jeans and jacket got out of the front. He was wearing a helmet and Danielle saw that the microphone connected to the side of the helmet was down in front of his mouth; his visor was up, exposing his eyes. He opened the door for the two passengers and Steele helped Danielle into the helicopter. Steele got in and as he settled down, the door closed solidly behind them. Steele sat and patted the seat next to him; he buckled himself in and Danielle settled close to his right, fastening her seat belt.

Danielle heard the click of a radio and then, "Two minutes, Mr. Steele." A second click silenced the connection.

Reaching above his head and pressing a button that Danielle saw was next to a speaker, Steele said, "Thank you, Eddie."

Danielle spent a little time looking around the small cabin. It was a comfortable space, carpeted with black material; the benches, one that she and Steele were occupying, the other across from them, were covered in dark leather, each bench seat had spots for four passengers. She saw that a couple of pairs of headphones hung close to the doors, their spiraling cords vibrating from the spinning of the rotors.

Noticing what Danielle was looking at, Steele said, "Those are for talking with the pilots. I usually wear a pair when I travel alone. Would you like to talk to Eddie?"

She shook her head vigorously, "He needs to pilot, no distractions," she said breathlessly.

Steele chuckled at her, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. "You'll be fine, Danielle. Eddie is a great pilot. He's a former Navy man; he's flown all types of aircraft."

"I'm worried about this one!" she said as the rotors spun faster and faster.

He laughed affectionately at her uneasiness. He caressed her stocking- covered thigh, occasionally patting it, to try to calm her.

"Not only is he a great pilot, he's a great bodyguard, as well. You'll meet him later," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders.

Danielle didn't see it, but as the rotors got up to speed, Steele saw that Eddie gave him a thumbs-up through the small window that was situated on the left side of the bulkhead. Steele pulled Danielle a bit closer and the helicopter shot up into the air. Danielle yelled an "Aah!" and stiffened, grabbing the seat with one hand and Steele's thigh with the other.

Steele reached above him and hit the intercom button. "Uh, Eddie, a little easier on takeoff, Miss Stefani is a new flier."

The radio clicked and Eddie said, "Yes, Sir." After a moment, it clicked again and he added, "Sorry, Miss Stefani."

Steele pulled her close for a quick sideways hug and she relaxed noticeably; her demeanor also probably had to do with their flight becoming much smoother.

A few minutes later, the radio clicked again and Eddie said, "Miss Stefani, I thought you'd like to know, we'll be flying at about twenty-five hundred feet for most of the flight. We'll be in the air for about thirty minutes. Skies are clear and the weather is good, so there won't be any turbulence to speak of. If you decide to look out the window, you'll be able to see that we'll be following the Atlantic City Expressway for most of the trip."

"See? I told you he's a real good guy. He doesn't normally give those kinds of reports."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Just push that button," Steele said, pointing to the radio/intercom button.

Danielle reached up and pressed the button, hearing a slight 'click', she said, "Thank you, Eddie." She released the button and relaxed down next to Steele.

"Feel okay? Want to look out the window?"

"Yes, and no, thank you."

Steele still had her in his arm and, with his free hand, he raised her left hand and kissed it.

"Just relax, you'll be fine," he said, putting her hand down as she crossed her right leg over her left, relaxing into Steele's body.

She went into her purse and pulled out her phone and opened an app that she sometimes used while watching videos online.

"What's that?"

"It's an app I use sometimes while watching aviation videos online. I thought I would bring up the specs on this helicopter."

"Really?"

She held the phone up and, remembering the aircraft's registration number from when she got in, entered it in the search bar. In a moment, a picture of the aircraft was displayed along with the aircraft type, airspeed, flight level as well as their current flight path.

"Very interesting," he said, looking at the screen.

Danielle took a screenshot of the information to show to Jason later that night. But Danielle found it interesting; they were in a Sikorsky S-76C helicopter and it was only a few years old. Where the name of the airline or flight company was normally listed, this aircraft said 'Private Owner'. Danielle closed the app, turned off the phone and slipped it back in her purse.

Steele sensed that Danielle was finally relaxing, not only because her body seemed to be less tense, but she also had her hand firmly on his thigh, caressing lightly.

"That's a very pretty dress you're wearing, honey."

"Thank you, darling. I wasn't sure you noticed," she chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't sure if you noticed the rest of me or just my legs and heels," she said teasingly.

"Was I that obvious?"

"Yes," she chuckled. "But I don't mind," she added, smiling at him.

"I'm glad you're not offended, I do love sexy legs; they're not only a great turn-on, but a weakness of mine. Yours are quite enticing; you have no idea how much," he said as she stretched out her right leg, teasing him.

"I do now," she said giving him a sly smile, as she put her hand directly on his cloth-covered semi-hard cock and squeezing it gently.

"Damn," he muttered. "But as much as I like it," he said, gently taking her hand off his growing cock, "I'll have to move your hand, otherwise I'll not be able to walk to the meeting properly."

They both laughed and Danielle kept her hand on his thigh, away from his cock, to avoid arousing him. But she noticed that he kept his hand firmly on her stocking-covered thigh.

The two spent the better part of the flight talking about different things; Danielle told Steele that the following day was moving day for Tara and that she had all of her friends offering to help. Steele gave her a basic run- down on what happens at the meetings; that there were typically twenty-four executives plus their companions. The women were given a decent amount in gambling chips and usually spent time at tables set up especially for them while the executives carried out their meeting. After the meeting came dinner and dancing until it was time to go home. Steele again assured Danielle that she would be back to her suite by midnight. She kissed him as her way of thanking him for being so attentive.

The intercom clicked and Eddie said, "Mr. Steele, we'll be starting our descent shortly; we'll be down at the hotel in about ten minutes."

"Thank you, Eddie," he said into the radio.

A short time later, Danielle felt the telltale sensations in her stomach that they were descending. She was okay, but held onto Steele's thigh anyway. He caressed her thigh as a way to keep her calm.

"If you look out the window, you can see the skyline. Eventually you'll see the hotel, too," he said.

She took a peek out of the window and saw the Philadelphia skyline sparkling in the late-afternoon sun. As they descended, she also took notice of the Starr Hotel; she had no idea that the building was a similar design as the one in Atlantic City. It appeared that they just took the double sloped-sided building from the boardwalk and placed it in the middle of Philadelphia. Its distinct broad base and narrow top made it stand out from all the rest of the buildings in the area.

Soon the building disappeared from view and Danielle waited patiently for the helicopter to touch down.

"Almost," Steele whispered in her ear.

A few moments later, buildings could be seen out of the windows; a soft bump a few seconds later told the passengers that they had safely landed. Danielle took a peek out of the windows and off to the left of the aircraft, an entry foyer similar to the one they left in Atlantic City showed the way into the building. Steele unbuckled and Danielle followed suit.

A moment later, the engines powered back and the rotors slowed; the door opened and the same man that assisted them in getting in the helicopter was there to help them disembark. Steele went first, then he helped Danielle out. Danielle gave a wave to the man and as she started toward the entryway, she looked back at the helicopter and saw Eddie at the controls. He gave her a thumbs-up and she smiled and waved, then continued with Steele into the foyer.

"Danielle, do you need to text Jason?"

"Uh, no, not really, he's probably busy anyway as he's on duty. Why do you ask?"

"Well, for the first part of the evening, all phones have to be turned off and checked-in before entering. Security measures because of the sensitive nature of the meeting."

"I understand. No, it's okay."

"Ready to go down?"

She chuckled at his choice of words. "I'm always ready."

He laughed at hers, realizing what his original question sounded like. "Sorry, Danielle, I didn't mean for it to sound so..."

"Naughty?" she asked with a sly smile. "I like naughty."

He laughed again, not being able to give her a good response.

He pushed the button to call the elevator and Danielle took her small brush out of her purse and made her hair presentable, as it had been tossed around getting into and out of the helicopter.

"Who was that second man, honey?" she asked, putting the brush away.

"Oh, that was co-pilot Matt. You can meet him later, as well."

The doors opened and they stepped in. Steele hit '50' and the doors closed. Danielle moved in front of Steele and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a lingering kiss. She felt his hands on her back, holding her close. A few seconds later, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Neither Danielle nor Steele realized it immediately; they heard someone outside the elevator clear his throat and Danielle broke the kiss and turned around to see a slightly-grinning member of the hotel staff.

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't realize..." she trailed off, looking embarrassed.

"It's quite alright, Miss. Good evening, Mr. Steele."

The young man was named Mark and his uniform of white dress shirt and dark slacks and shoes looked very well on him. He had a red vest over his shirt that matched his tie. His blonde hair was parted down the middle and groomed neatly. They stood in a black-marbled foyer that housed the elevator entrance.

"Good evening, Mark," he said, shaking the young man's hand. "How is the attendance so far?"

"Good, Sir, eighteen of the twenty-four executives have reported."

"And the other six?"

"On the way from the airport, Sir. They should be here in time."

"Excellent."

"If you'll follow me, Miss, Mr. Steele, I'll be escorting you through the check-in and to the reception area."

Danielle smiled at the young man and held Steele's hand and they followed the staff member toward a large counter manned by a couple of female hotel associates. Their uniforms were similar, except for the skirts they wore in place of slacks, but the color coordination was the same. Also behind the counter were two hotel security officers.

"May I ask your companion's name, Mr. Steele?"

"Miss Danielle Stefani," he said.

"Thank you, Sir."

Danielle was very impressed by the young man's manner and attentiveness. As they approached one of the counter girls, Mark said to her "Mr. Steele and Miss Danielle Stefani."

"Miss Stefani, good evening," the young brunette woman began. "Please shut down your cell phone completely and check it here at the desk, it will be available any time after the conference. You can check your purse, as well, it will be well-secured."

"Of course," Danielle said, taking the purse off her shoulder. She quickly stuck her hand in and powered the phone down then zipping the purse closed. She handed the purse to the woman and she made a note on a clipboard.

"Danielle, why don't you check your jacket as well, you'll not need it inside," Steele suggested.

"Alright, darling," she answered as he helped her out of the short jacket.

Steele handed the girl Danielle's jacket as well as his own cell phone.

"Check all these together, Jenny," he said to the girl.

"Yes, Sir," she said, making the note and handing him a plastic tab with a number stamped on it.

"This way, Miss, Sir," Mark said as Jenny took their possessions to a back office.

The next stop on check-in was to go through a metal detector. Danielle was waved through and she stepped through the portal; afterward a short beep was heard. The security officer grabbed a hand scanner and stood close to her.

"Is your jewelry the only metal you have on your person, Miss?"

"That's correct."

He swiped the scanner from head to heels, only hearing the scanner beep where it came near one of her pieces of jewelry. Satisfied, he smiled at her and waved her ahead. She stood off to the side as the security officer waved Steele to proceed. The handsome executive passed through the portal with the sounds corresponding to his wedding ring and his belt buckle. He then took hold of Danielle's hand.

Mark led them to two long tables set end-to-end. The tables were covered in black velvet and had the Starr logo embroidered at the lower corners. Each table had a beautiful blonde woman in the standard female uniform standing ready to assist entering attendees. A security officer stood between the girls, hanging back behind them, watching the procession. Mark approached one of the women and announced Steele and Danielle.

"Good evening, Mr. Steele."

"Good evening, Marie."

"Miss Stefani, welcome."

"Thank you," she replied, giving the young woman a warm smile.

She watched as the young woman kneeled down and brought out what looked to be a black clutch purse, minus the strap.

"Here you go, Miss Stefani," she said, handing Danielle the purse.

"Thank you, Marie." She squeezed the purse gently, feeling an assortment of items. She also noticed a small 'DS' embroidered into the lower left corner of the purse, stitched in gold script.

"In addition to a few accessories, there's $2000 in chips for you to enjoy, all compliments of the Management," she said happily.

"Thank you very much, Marie," she responded, truly impressed with the affair.

"You're quite welcome, we're happy to have you as a guest. Mr. Steele, if you would follow Mark, he'll escort you and Miss Stefani to the anteroom. Have a wonderful evening."

"Thank you, Marie," he said, taking hold of Danielle's hand.

"Thank you," Danielle said again as they followed the young man out of the security/reception area.

He led them into a small foyer that had several display cases filled with items from the Starr's history.

"Miss Stefani, Mr. Steele, just before you go in I'd like to say it'll be a pleasure being your personal assistant for the evening. If you need anything, please signal me, I'll not be far away. Enjoy yourselves."

"Thank you, Mark," Danielle said, caressing the young man's arm.

"Thank you, Mark," Steele said, shaking the man's hand and slipping him a $20 tip.

"Thank you, Sir."

Mark opened a set of double doors and Steele took a few steps into the large anteroom. Danielle came up on his right side and looped her arm through his as they continued slowly ahead.

"Shouldn't you be on the left side?" Steele asked Danielle quietly.

"Nope. Since the times of the knights, it's been customary for women to be on the right-hand side."

"Oh?"

"Among other reasons, it was mainly a protective gesture; in case of any runaway horses or carriages, the men would get pulverized instead of their women."

"Oh, lovely."

"But I don't think you'll have to worry about any runaway horses tonight."

"That makes me feel better," he chuckled.

Danielle was very impressed with the anteroom: Along the entire left side were large windows showcasing downtown Philadelphia and other buildings on the skyline. Along most of the right wall was a bar, manned by three bartenders, as well as a small area for all of the executives' assigned assistants to wait until needed. Behind and to the right of the waiting area were doors that led to restrooms. A second set of double doors were in the room situated at the end of the massive bar. Lined up in front of the windows, as well as the far wall and in several spots among the free space in the room, were various gaming tables, all manned by hotel staff. A few of the tables were occupied and players, mostly female companions, were enjoying their free chips. Occasionally a hostess walked by with a drink or two on a tray.

"Would you care for a drink, Danielle?"

"Yes, darling, please."

Steele led the way to the bar.

"Good evening, Miss, Sir, what can I get you?" the dark-haired man said.

"A glass of champagne, please," Danielle said.

"That sounds good, same for me, Joe."

Joe reached under the bar and brought out a cold bottle of Dom Pérignon. Quickly popping the top, he poured two tall glasses and placed them on the bar in front of Steele and Danielle. Steele slipped a 5-dollar bill in the tip glass and took the glasses, handing one to Danielle.

"Thank you, darling."

They took a look around the large room as they sipped the exquisite champagne. There were eighteen other women of all types: blondes, brunettes and redheads all dressed beautifully; some in dresses, some in skirts and a few in pantsuits. Some occupied the gaming tables, some stood alongside their companions chatting with other attendees. They started to mingle as the remaining executives arrived and came through the first set of double doors.

"When they eventually call the meeting, we'll be in there for about an hour and a half, so just relax and enjoy yourself," Steele said, holding her waist in his arm.

"Thank you, darling, I will," Danielle said, leaning up to kiss him, regardless of who might be watching.

"Arthur, it's good to see you," a tall dark-haired man said, extending his hand.

"Steve, how have you been?" Steele asked, shaking the younger man's hand.

"I've been okay, Vegas has kept me busy, so no complaints. Who's this lovely young thing?" he asked, eyeing Danielle.

"Steve, may I present Miss Danielle Stefani. Danielle, this is Steve Brandon, executive of the Las Vegas location."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brandon," she said warmly. She admired how handsome he looked in his black tuxedo.

He took her hand softly and brought it to his lips and kissed her hand gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Stefani." Then he said to Steele: "I didn't know you'd gotten a Mistress, Arthur."

"Well, I thought it was about time, under the circumstances."

"Fully understandable."

"No date for you tonight?"

"Ah, she's checking on a few other girls; I called in a service this time around."

"I thought you had yourself a steady?"

"Oh, she ran off with some shyshter from The Strip."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Well, I'm going to say a few hello's before the meeting. It was nice meeting you, Miss Stefani," he added, kissing her hand again.

"Likewise, Mr. Brandon."

Brandon walked away to meet a few other executives and Steele whispered to Danielle, "That went well."

Just then a tall blonde with striking green eyes walked past the two. She looked stunning in her sleeveless white gown, the gold highlights sparkling as she glided across the floor. Then she stopped, looked over toward Danielle momentarily and then continued on her way toward the crowd.

"That might have been Steve's date," Steele commented.

"If looks could kill," Danielle retorted.

Their small talk was interrupted by the sound of one strike of a bell or gong. All the attendees quieted and became motionless. They all looked over when the second set of double doors at the end of the bar opened up and a man of around 50 years old stood there. He too, was dressed impeccably in a suit; his dark hair and moustache groomed almost to perfection. His dark-rimmed glasses gave him an air of intelligence.

"Gentlemen, please come in, we're about to begin. Ladies, please enjoy yourselves; the meeting will be approximately ninety minutes."

"Have fun, see you later," Steele said, pulling Danielle to him and kissing her lips tenderly. "Mm, you taste nice."

"There'll be more for you later," she said, smiling softly.

He left her and made his way to the conference room, pausing momentarily at the bar to leave his empty glass.

It didn't take but a few minutes for all the executives to enter the conference room. After the last man went in, the doors closed with an authoritative sound, sealing off those inside from the women outside. Once the doors were closed, the women made their way to different tables or the bar; Danielle decided to sit at one of the blackjack tables to pass the time.

She was enjoying herself, along with three other girls; at the end of twenty minutes, she'd won $600. She tipped the dealer named Frank and put her chips in her gift purse. She needed to pee, so she made her way to the women's restroom. On the way, she noticed Mark in the waiting area, so she tossed him a gentle wave and a smile. Passing a couple of brunettes that were making out softly in front of the men's room door, she went into the women's restroom.

There was no one inside and she made her way into a stall. Latching the door, she scooted her dress up and slipped her panties down, sitting on the seat. As she sat there thinking, and letting go a pent-up amount of pee, she heard someone come in and fumble around. She finished her pee; feeling relieved, she patted her cock dry and spent the necessary time getting herself back to presentable fashion. Exiting the stall, she saw the same blonde that gave her the dirty look earlier; she was at the far end of the sinks area, leaning over the counter area, snorting lines of cocaine.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry to disturb you," she said softly to the blonde.

"I noticed you out there," the blonde said, her green eyes sparkling almost as much as her dress.

"Oh?" Danielle asked, adjusting her dress as she looked in the mirror.

"You're not part of any agency I know of."

"Is that a fact?"

"I keep tabs on the competition, I've never seen you before," the blonde stated.

"Nope, this is my first time here."

"Then you'll find amateurs aren't well-liked."

"I honestly have no idea what you mean. I was invited, I accepted."

"Don't bullshit me, honey, you're trying to move in on our territory."

Satisfied that her dress was perfect, she turned toward the blonde, "I'm sorry, but you're mistaken."

"That dress looks like it came off the clearance rack at Walmart."

"Actually, it was $850 at Madison Avenue."

The blonde snickered. "Is that even your real hair color?"

"Only my hairdresser knows for sure."

Another snicker. "Come on, show me how tough you are. Have a couple of lines."

"No, thank you."

"Are you scared?"

"It's just not my thing."

"You sound judgmental."

"Not at all. If you want to kill yourself, you're more than welcome to. I don't care."

"You're a self-righteous bitch."

"No, it's just not my scene, that's all."

"What makes you so special?"

"Nothing. I'm just a regular girl from Atlantic City," she said before she walked out of the restroom, leaving the blonde fuming.

Danielle made the rounds of a few tables and ultimately won an additional $1200. But that didn't seem surprising as it appeared the luck of most of the girls was blessed from heaven. She was standing close to a window, looking out at the Philadelphia skyline, chatting with a lovely young woman by the name of Heather as they sipped champagne. Heather was from the Greater Philadelphia area and was doing different escort jobs to earn money to pay for college. She was dressed in a tight black dress with lace sleeves. If she hadn't worn 4-inch heels, Danielle would have sworn the brunette was not over 5'5" tall.

"I do love your dress," Heather said.

"Thank you. It actually has a matching jacket, but I checked that at the desk when I came in."

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you."

"May I ask where you bought it?"

"I got it at Madison Avenue, it was $850."

"Wow!"

"Yes, I know, it was a bit pricey, but Arthur loved it and insisted I have it."

"Arthur? Is he one of the execs?"

"Yes."

"So you're not an escort then?"

"That's correct. I'm what you call 'the other woman'," she said chuckling.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that. He seems to take great care of you."

"He does, he's wonderful."

"I love your perfume,"

"Thank you."

"Did he get that for you as well?"

"He did. It's White Gardenia Petals by Illuminum."

"It's lovely."

Just then they were alerted to the fact that they were not alone. The snobby blonde that Danielle left in the restroom was behind them. "Could've worn Chanel, you know," she said, butting in and trying to rile Danielle up.

"Yes, if I wanted to wear the Budweiser of women's perfume," she retorted to the blonde. "Excuse me, Heather," she said to the young woman, walking toward the bar.

Danielle then decided to sit the rest of the time at a Texas Hold'Em Poker table. She joined three other girls and quickly got into the game, exchanging friendly banter with the three ladies in the game. A brunette in a dark brown secretary-type jacket and skirt combo seated to Danielle's left was Gloria; seated next was Marsha, a young brunette, her curvy body filling out her dark green dinner dress nicely. And next there was Janice, a young woman with a southern drawl that would have put Tom's to shame. She sat there in her light gray skirt and fuzzy lavender sweater enjoying the game. All the girls had sizeable stacks of chips in front of them.

Shortly after, Danielle's blonde shadow joined the table; she sat across from Danielle with the other girls in between them. It didn't take many hands for the air of cheerfulness to be obliterated away by the blonde's demeanor.

They played for nearly forty-five minutes; some won, some lost, but the majority of the pots were won by the blonde. It had seemed that luck had joined her at the table as well, and she did not hesitate to let them all know it. Judging by her own pile that she estimated was nearly $14,000, Danielle guessed the blonde to have double that amount.

The next hand began; the blinds tossed their chips in the pot and each of the girls was dealt their two cards. Starting with Gloria, as Danielle was the big blind, the first round of betting commenced. Gloria bet $2000 and the croupier went around the table to each girl letting them know the bet was to them. All the girls called. The croupier then dealt the Flop: 8 of Hearts, 5 of Spades and King of Clubs. Betting went around the table once again, but this time Janice folded. The next card dealt, completing the Turn, was the Ace of Diamonds. This next round of betting had some checks and raises, but ultimately, Marsha folded. The croupier placed the fifth community card on the table, completing the River: the 7 of Hearts. Gloria folded.

By this time, a small crowd had gathered around the five players. Also amongst the lot of onlookers, were some of the execs as their meeting had broken up just several minutes earlier. Steele stood behind and to the left of Danielle, undetected by her; he looked on, impressed, as she engaged with the beautiful, but bitchy, escort.

"Check," Danielle said.

"Check to you, Miss," the croupier said, pointing to the blonde.

"I'm aware."

"I'm impressed by your confidence, Miss?"

"Blakely St. Smythe. And I'm impressed by your bluffing ability...Miss?"

"Stefani. Danielle Stefani."

"Well, Miss Stefani, as everyone else has folded, I take it you wouldn't mind raising the limit?"

"I have no objections."

The croupier nodded his assent.

"Now, let's put an end to this."

"I have the impression you're out to get me."

"I despise amateurs who take business away from professionals."

"You assume a great deal, Miss St. Smythe."

"We'll see who comes out on top. And it won't be you."

"Perhaps."

"Haven't you noticed that my stack of chips is larger than yours?"

"That could change."

"Doubtful."

"Your overconfidence is your weakness."

"You pretending to be high-class is yours."

Murmurs echoed through the onlookers.

"Your dislike of me is noted."

"The bet is yours, Miss," the croupier again told St. Smythe.

"I know!"

It was not lost on many people that the snobby blonde was feeling the pressure.

After a moment's pause, St. Smythe pushed all her chips into the middle of the table, and said, "All in."

The crowd "oo'ed" and "aah'ed" at St. Smythe's boldness. Gloria, Marsha and Janice sat silently, watching the exchange between the two poker adversaries. Throughout the crowd, many people watched in rapt fascination, feeling the pressure build to a fever pitch. Steele felt it, too, as he was worried about Danielle. Yes, she sat there coolly, but there was over $40,000 in the pot. As Danielle had to fold or call, her entire stack would put the table pot at over $60,000, if she chose the latter.

"I'm in," she said, pushing her chips into the pot; another round of moans and gasps went through the assembled crowd.

Somewhere to the left of Steele, he heard someone say softly, "If I added correctly, there's just over $66,000 in the pot."

"Show me, ladies," the croupier said.

St. Smythe turned her cards over, tossing them onto the top of the pot. She had a King of Hearts and a King of Diamonds. She sat there, grinning smugly across at Danielle.

"Three kings," the croupier announced.

Louder murmurs from the crowd echoed around them.

St. Smythe smiled again and waved her hands at Danielle as a way of saying 'Well, how's that?'

Daniele picked up her cards and tossed them onto the pot, covering St. Smythe's Kings and giving her a look that said, 'Fuck you'. Danielle showed her hole cards as the Ace of Spades and the Ace of Clubs. The crowd gasped and applauded. Gloria, Marsha and Janice joined in the happy celebration by adding their own emphatic applause. St. Smythe sat there, staring at the pot, all color draining from her face to be replaced by a look of sheer disbelief.

"Three Aces!" the croupier announced emphatically. "Aces win," he said, gesturing to Danielle.

Danielle pulled the chips to her part of the table; she saw Mark off to the side and called him over as she stood up and tipped the croupier two $500 chips.

"Thank you very much, Miss," he said smiling, bowing his head slightly at her.

Gloria, Marsha and Janice got up from the table, patted Danielle on the shoulders in congratulations and left for the bar.

"Cash those in for me, darling," she said to Mark.

"Right away, Miss Stefani."

As Mark worked with the croupier to organize Danielle's chips, Danielle turned from the table and ran right into Steele.

"Oh, hello, darling," she said before leaning up and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. The crowd chuckled and clapped and Danielle heard a few 'congratulations' as she kissed Steele.

Steele said, "Whew," as they broke the kiss, "that was some hand, honey."

"Someone had to shut her down."

"You're amazing."

She kissed him again and then said, "I could use some champagne."

As Steele took her in his arm, they saw Mark walk by to convert Danielle's chips. The croupier closed and locked the tray of chips, walking away silently, leaving a dejected St. Smythe still at the table, still staring at the spot where the large pot had sat.

Some games still commenced, their players converting from all-women to a mix now that the execs had gotten out of the meeting. Steele and Danielle went up to the bar, ordering more champagne from Joe.

"Here you are, beautiful," Steele said, handing the fresh glass to Danielle.

"Thank you, darling."

They touched their glasses together and then took long sips of the refreshing drink, then Steele leaned down slightly and kissed Danielle, savoring the taste of her lips.

"You keep this up, we'll have to get a room here at this hotel," she teased.

"There's always the helicopter," he joked.

She laughed, "Oh, I don't know about that one."

"Have you ever tried it? In the air, I mean."

"I honestly have not."

"There's always a first time," he said grinning, then he leaned down for another kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, flicking her tongue against his. Then she playfully dropped her hand and brushed it up and down his hardening cock a few times, smiling slyly.

They continued sipping the champagne, occasionally looking around the large room. People were gambling, drinking and having a good time. Danielle noticed a few couples, including the two girls she'd seen earlier, hanging about in different areas of the room, close to the walls, locked in various embraces and acts of kissing. She took a quick look at the poker table and saw that St. Smythe was still there, sulking. But Steve Brandon was there, consoling her; his body language made it seem that he was telling her it wasn't any big deal and not to worry. As she saw him pull St. Smythe to her feet, her gaze shifted slightly right and she saw Gloria on her knees in front of her companion, his stiff cock pumping her mouth.

"Well, someone's getting frisky," she said, grinning back at Steele.

"I noticed."

"Should I add to the show?" she teasingly asked, playfully patting his hardon through his slacks.

He laughed and said, "That won't be necessary. You have nothing to prove to me. Besides, I'd rather have you alone."

"Oo, darling, I love it when you think naughty," she chuckled, kissing him softly.

She stood back for another sip and she saw Mark approach slowly.

"Miss Stefani," he nodded.

"It's okay, darling, you're not interrupting. I was just whispering naughty things in Arthur's ear," she teased.

Steele laughed and blushed, Mark chuckled and said, "I have your winnings, Miss."

"Thank you, Mark," she said, placing her glass on the bar.

He opened a small black leather portfolio and handed it to her; inside were six tightly-wrapped stacks of new $100-bills, each stack prominently stamped '$10,000'; there was also one half-stack with a hand-written '$5000' on it. Lying across the stacks were six loose 100s.

She saw him walking away and she said, "Mark, one moment, honey."

He stopped and turned around, coming back to her. "Is there something wrong, Miss?

"Not at all." She put her hand in the portfolio and took hold of the six loose bills. Bending them slightly, she handed them to him and said, "There you go, darling, thank you for your help."

Only the expression on his face gave away his feelings; his manner of speech remained professional. "Thank you very much, Miss Stefani. Call me immediately if there's anything else you need." He excused himself and slipped his tip into his pocket as he made his way toward his staff's waiting area.

"Darling, would you escort me to the ladies' room?" she asked, zipping closed the portfolio.

He put his empty glass on the counter and said, "Of course, honey."

Steele looped his arm through hers and walked her to the entrance to the restroom. She handed him her gift purse and went through the door.

Immediately entering, she saw Blakely St. Smythe; she was sitting at the far end of the sink bay on the counter with her legs in the air. Her dress was bunched up around her mid-section, exposing her large breasts and bare pussy. Her head was against the mirror, her eyes clenched shut; she was lost in the sensations that a thrusting Steve Brandon was doing to her sloppy pussy with his thick cock. His pants and underwear were bunched at his ankles and he had his hands resting on the counter, close to the blonde's ass, supporting her thighs. His face was buried in St. Smythe's cleavage and he grunted with each powerful thrust of his hips. Amongst their hands and clothing, scattered on the counter, were several empty vials and some white dust. Neither cared that someone had come into the small restroom as their grunts, moans and panting were loudly heard.

Danielle broke the spell of watching the copulating couple and went into a stall, latching the door. She quickly went into the small valise and broke open the smaller stack of bills. Peeling ten of the $100 bills, she folded them and tucked them in her bra. Hearing much different sounds from the couple, she zipped the portfolio and made her way out of the stall. She peeked and saw that the two had changed position; St. Smythe was on her knees, eyes clenched tightly and she was gurgling as Steve grunted wildly, fucking her throat. As she made her way quietly to the door, Danielle heard St. Smythe gagging violently on Steve's massive cock.

Outside, Steele was waiting patiently. "What's all that in there?"

"I guess they couldn't wait," she joked. "Can we secure this, darling?" she asked, holding up her parcel.

"Of course," he said, taking hold of her hand and leading her back to the check-in desk.

"Let's just put my purse and your phone in this, no need to let people see what's inside."

They got to the desk and Steele presented the plastic stub, telling the girl that they were only going to add a few things, but instructed the hostess to retrieve Danielle's purse and his phone. Danielle unzipped her purse and momentarily checked her phone to see if anything important was waiting. Finding nothing, she put the phone back in the purse, zipped it closed and placed it in the portfolio after rearranging her money. Steele put his phone in and she zipped the leather packet closed, handing it back to the girl.

"Thank you, Jenny," Danielle said.

"Thank you, Jenny," Steele echoed.

As they went back to the anteroom, Danielle saw that the metal detector had been removed as the meeting was over. She took the $1000 from her bra and slipped it into her gift purse.

"While you were in the restroom, they called for everyone to seat themselves as dinner will be served shortly," Steele informed her.

"Alright, darling."

There were only a few couples remaining at the double doors that led to the conference room. A hostess was at the doors with a tablet, checking names as the guests approached. When it was their turn, the dark-haired hostess named Silvie greeted them warmly.

"Good evening, Sir, Miss."

"Good evening," Danielle answered.

"Good evening, Silvie. I'm Arthur Steele."

"And Miss Danielle Stefani," she said, consulting her screen. "Welcome, you're table number twelve."

"Thank you, Silvie," he said, leading Danielle into the large room.

And a large room it was; it was at least twice the size of the anteroom and all four walls were covered in alternating, floor-to-ceiling red and gold curtains. Various doors could be seen around the room, leading to different areas such as kitchen, storage rooms or small offices. The rightmost one-third of the room was set up with sixteen tables, all covered with pristine white tablecloths and set for two guests. Vases in the center of each table had an assortment of flowers as well as the table number on display. The left section of the room was a small stage with various musical instruments pre-set and waiting. In between the stage and the dining area was an empty section, for this affair, to be used for dancing couples.

They were passing by table #14; Danielle saw that particular table had Steve Brandon and Blakely St. Smythe seated there; both looking quite disheveled and out of breath.

"Feel better?" Danielle quipped to the blonde as she passed, leaving St. Smythe wondering what she was talking about.

Steele held Danielle's chair for her as she sat. Steele sat down; they were close enough for intimacy, but far enough away to dine comfortably. They sat facing the stage and they waited for the festivities to begin.

"I hope you don't mind, Danielle, but I took the liberty of choosing dinner for you."

"I don't mind, darling," she said, caressing his hand with hers.

A moment later, Mark came up to the table, holding a notepad.

"Hello, Mark, it's nice to see you," Danielle said, genuinely pleased at seeing the young man.

"Thank you, Miss Stefani. What can I get you to drink?"

"I'd be happy sticking with champagne, darling, how about you?" she asked Steele.

"Perfect. Mark, bring us a bottle of the Dom Pérignon."

"Right away, Sir."

As they waited for the champagne, they watched as the band slowly filled their spots on the stage. The remaining couples sat themselves and everyone waited patiently; some smoked cigarettes, some of the guys smoked cigars, some didn't smoke at all. As waiters and hostesses went in-and-out of the back areas, the band began to play some soft big band-era songs, but with the majority of the instruments being electric in nature. Moments later, Mark returned with their champagne, sitting coolly in a bucket of ice.

"Here we are, Sir, Miss Stefani," he said, placing the bucket on the table and turning their glasses over. He expertly opened the bottle and poured the two glasses, giving Danielle's to her first.

"Thank you, Mark," she said, smiling warmly at him.

"Mr. Steele, enjoy," he said, handing Steele his filled glass.

"Thank you, Mark."

"Dinner will be out shortly, but if you need anything at all during the course of the evening, I'll be over on the side. Enjoy your dinner."

"Thank you, Mark," Steele and Danielle said, almost simultaneously.

Mark retreated and the two sat waiting for dinner. Danielle reached over and took Steele's left hand and placed in on her thigh, making sure it rested on the lace band of her stockings. She looked over and gave him a bit of a wink and he slowly caressed her.

A few minutes later, a stream of waiters exited from a few doors carrying trays. In no time, Steele and Danielle had their sizzling meals placed in front of them.

"This looks fantastic," she said, looking over her plate of baked breaded chicken, sautéed green beans, garlic potatoes and garlic bread. As a compliment to her meal, there was also a small bowl of candied baby carrots.

She looked over and saw that Steele had himself a large steak, roasted red peppers and potatoes along with sautéed mushrooms and onions.

"Dig in, darling, there's no need to wait," he said to her warmly, kissing her hand.

Except for the background music, Steele and Danielle made no notice of anything else except themselves. They enjoyed the exquisite dinner and champagne, occasionally reaching over to caress the other's hand lovingly. At a point in dinner when Steele was done cutting his steak, he made sure to put his hand back onto Danielle's thigh and caressed all over, including and up to, her panties. Danielle gave him a sly smile and she hoped the current part of the evening would pass quickly so she could get her handsome man alone.

And pass it did; soon, the waiters and hostesses made the rounds and collected all the dishes. Mark came over with a fresh bottle of Dom Pérignon and poured each a full glass silently, then disappeared.

About fifteen minutes later, after their current glasses were empty, the lights dimmed and a tall, bald, bearded man in wire-framed glasses took center stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I encourage you to come to the dance floor and enjoy yourselves while we play a soft selection of standards for you."

There was applause and Danielle held her hand out to Steele. He took it, stood up and she raised herself up, standing close to him. Before they took themselves to the dance floor, Danielle leaned up and gave him a lingering, deep kiss that was noticed by quite a few of the other guests. Before they took the floor proper, Danielle signaled Mark. He came over quickly, ready to help her for any reason.

"Yes, Miss Stefani?"

"Darling, would you keep this safe for me while I dance?" she asked, handing him her gift purse.

"Certainly, Miss Stefani. Enjoy yourself."

"Thank you, honey," she said, taking hold of Steele's hand once again as Mark headed for the side of the room.

They got onto the dance floor and took up the classic slow dance pose. The lights dimmed further; as it spun slowly, a sparkling disco ball projected small slivers of color around the room, reflected from a thin white beam of light that emanated from the ceiling. The music started and they danced real slow and they danced real close. Occasionally, Danielle would pause to lean up and kiss Steele softly. Around them they saw other dancers on the floor, engaged in the same activity; St. Smythe and Brandon were dancing close by. As Steele and Danielle danced and spun, sometimes they'd catch a glimpse of one of the girls leaning over her man at a table, enjoying something other than dancing; several couples were engaged in this other activity.

"I thought you said this wasn't going to be an orgy?" she whispered teasingly in his ear.

"I guess there's a full moon tonight," he chuckled.

The music continued and they continued dancing, and kissing. As Danielle stood close to Steele, she could feel his heavy, hard cock press into her as they moved softly on the floor.

"Is this all for me?" she asked devilishly, reaching down and rubbing him a few times.

"Hmm, we can discuss a trade of commodities later, if you want," he chuckled.

Danielle giggled sexily, "Maybe I won't wait 'til we get back to your suite," she whispered in his ear, lightly licking and nibbling his ear lobe.

He shivered from the unexpected contact and she giggled playfully. The music came to an end and the assembled dancers all applauded the band. They all watched as the bandleader took to the microphone. Danielle again saw St. Smythe and Brandon out of the corner of her eye; the blonde noticed and gave Danielle another dirty look. Danielle shrugged slightly at the bitchy blonde and turned her attention back to the bandleader.

"Now comes the fun part," he began. "Which one of you lovely ladies is going to come up here and sing a song for us?"

Everyone looked around them at everyone else, some chuckling, some groaning. Danielle noticed that St. Smythe was staring at her once again.

The bandleader continued, "Okay, but if one of you fine ladies don't come up here and do a number, I'll make everyone dance the Macarena."

This time everyone groaned, loudly, as they had no plans of making fools of themselves. But still, not one of the ladies moved an inch toward the stage.

Danielle got a devilish look on her face, looked at Steele and gave him a raised eyebrow. He, in turn, got a look of surprise on his face. She'd never sang publicly before, but she figured she give it a try. So she walked slowly toward the right end of the stage where steps led from the floor to the stage. She heard some murmuring from the stage area as the bandleader conferred with one of the hostesses; a moment later he made an announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a very warm hand for Miss Danielle Stefani," he said emphatically as he waved his hand in her direction.

As she took the final step onto the stage, the assembled crowd applauded loudly; several guests whooped and yelled in encouragement. Steele stood on the dance floor, in direct line with center stage, and watched as his Mistress walked confidently across the stage.

And even though she wouldn't show it, and certainly not in front of the bitchy St. Smythe, Danielle felt a bit of trepidation; this was something that was completely new to her. And she couldn't blame the alcohol, as she hadn't had enough to make her reckless.

She approached the bandleader and he gave her quick kisses on each cheek as he welcomed her to the stage. He whispered something in her ear and she whispered back. He called over four select band members and they had a little conference. When they were done, the musicians took up their instruments and positions and waited for the bandleader.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Stefani is going to do a blues version of a classic tune you should all be familiar with. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Danielle Stefani!" he exclaimed a second before the music began.

The light that was previously directed onto the disco ball was now bathing Danielle in a soft spotlight. She tapped her heel lightly in time with the one-instrument introduction, and her body began a gentle back-and-forth motion; the electric guitar set up the song and set a romantic mood throughout the dimly-lit, smoky room with its low notes.

On a mental cue, Danielle took a soft breath; then as she began singing; the drums, bass and piano joined the accompaniment a moment later:

"When marimba rhythms start to play... Dance with me, make me sway..."

She sang like she'd never sung before; in or out of a shower. She took hold of the microphone stand in one hand and gestured occasionally toward Steele, when the lyrics were appropriate for the emphasis. Nothing existed in her world at that moment except the music, herself and Steele. He stood transfixed as she made occasional eye contact with him; her body swaying sexily in her tight red dress. Neither expected any kind of the events that were happening; he thought it would just be a simple dinner date, she thought it would be a fun evening at a posh banquet. But one thing they did know for certain, they were highly attracted to each other and they were going to enjoy that attraction completely.

Reaching a middle point of the song, she looked at Steele and sang: "Only you have that magic technique... When we sway, I grow weak."

When the song first began, several of the couples had decided to dance, but by the time half the song was over, they were all unmoving in rapt attention, all eyes on Danielle's performance. They'd assumed that anyone brave enough to take the stage would've been mediocre at best, but what they were witnessing was pure magic; a once-in-a-lifetime event where cosmic forces were intimately aligned and the attendees were heavenly-blessed to be present. It was amazing how the light danced around her; her diamond jewelry sparkled brilliantly with each of her sultry moves.

As Danielle sung the last line of her song, she once again made eye contact with Steele: "Make me thrill as only you know how... Sway me smooth, sway me now."

The piano and guitar started to wind up the song and Danielle kept eye contact with Steele, lifting her hand and pointing to him, repeating the last words: "Sway...me...now..."

The dining room erupted with a cacophony of applause and cheers. Danielle broke out into smiles as she bowed and curtseyed to the appreciative guests. The bandleader came over and kissed her hand.

"Amazing, Danielle!" he said for everyone to hear.

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

As the crowd continued to applaud, Danielle stepped closer to the edge of the stage. There were several guys close and she leaned down and offered her hands to them. They got her message and two guys, each taking a hand and an arm, began to gently lower Danielle to the floor. A couple of other guys took gentle hold of her slim waist, assisting further.

Securely on the dance floor, she thanked all four guys and she made her way over to Steele through the applauding crowd.

"God, Danielle, there's so much about you," he said, breathlessly, wrapping his arms around her.

"I didn't even know I could do that," she laughed, feeling comfortable in his arms.

"Are you okay?"

"I think I need some air," she chuckled.

Steele took her hand and led her out of the dining/ballroom; as they left, they heard the bandleader ask if there were any other girls that wanted to sing. They swung by the bar so Danielle could get a drink. After getting two glasses of champagne from the bartender, Steele walked Danielle around to the elevators and brought her up to the flight deck.

The air was cool, but not cold; there was a breeze that high up, but it was not unbearable. They couldn't see many stars in the darkened sky, but the lights from the neighboring buildings gave the area a quasi-starry appearance. They walked to the barrier that surrounded the flight deck. There were stairs behind a gate in the fence that led to the edges of the building, but Steele knew Danielle would have no interest in going there. So they stood at the chest-high fence, looking at all the different buildings. Danielle was enjoying the air; it was refreshing her stamina as well as cooling her off. The champagne also helped by cooling her as she drank the bubbly liquid.

"That was amazing, Danielle."

"Thank you, darling," she said, leaning up and kissing him softly.

They heard some noises behind them and they looked to see Eddie and Matt doing various things around the dormant helicopter. Steele took her over and the two pilots turned their attention to their boss and his companion.

"Danielle, this is Eddie," he said, pointing to the tallest of the two men. Neither had their helmets on and Danielle saw that Eddie had a full, albeit messy, head of dark hair.

"Hi, Eddie," she said, shaking his hand softly.

"Hi there, Miss Stefani."

"And this is Matt," Steele announced. Matt was similarly dressed but had a very close crew cut; you almost couldn't see his blonde hair.

"Hello, Matt."

"Miss Stefani," he nodded to her.

"We just got done with dinner, Mr. Steele, we figured to go over a few things before our flight back."

"How much time do you need?"

"We can be in the air in forty-five minutes."

"Alright, let's do that. Most of the festivities are over. Danielle just gave the performance of her life and I think she may be ready to get back to A.C.," he said, chuckling.

"We caught it, just as we were finishing dinner. Fantastic, Miss Stefani," Eddie said touching her arm.

"Absolutely," Matt agreed.

"Thank you, both, really."

"We'll head back inside and finish up; see you in forty minutes."

"Right, Mr. Steele."

As the door opened on the 50th floor, they saw Mark, standing by, still holding Danielle's gift purse.

"Mark, is everything good?" Steele asked.

"Yes, Sir, I just wanted to be available in case you or Miss Stefani needed anything."

"Thank you, Mark, that's very sweet of you," she said.

"Well, I guess you can take our empty glasses," Steele chuckled.

"I'll take that now, Mark," Danielle said, motioning to her purse. "Thank you for holding it for so long."

"It was no problem, Miss Stefani. It was worth it, actually."

"Oh?"

"Your performance was amazing!"

"Oh, thank you, Mark," she said, blushing. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did. And if you'd be kind enough to give me your e-mail, I can send you the video I made with my phone."

"Really?"

Mark took his phone out of a pocket and showed them that he videoed her entire performance.

"Mark, I want a copy of that, too," Steele said.

"Yes, Sir, of course."

"Thank you for doing that for me, Mark, it was sweet of you."

Steele and Danielle both gave Mark their e-mail addresses quickly. Then they went back into the anteroom.

"Mark, be sure to see me before I leave, alright? We'll be heading back up to the helicopter in about forty minutes," she told the young man warmly.

"Yes, Miss Stefani."

After getting refills at the bar for himself and Danielle, Steele made the rounds of seeing several of his fellow executives with Danielle on his arm, wishing them well, telling them to keep in contact, etcetera. They were momentarily stopped by a man in a tuxedo, looking handsome; his dark hair with graying sideburns made him look distinguished.

"I'm glad I caught you," he said, a little winded.

"Victor, what's up?"

"Sorry to hijack you, Arthur, I just wanted to let you know you'll need to submit bids for your location's promotional booklet by Wednesday, the word just came down."

"We might use the same studio as last year, but you'll have the bids in plenty of time."

"Great, good night, both of you," he said, shaking Steele's hand and nodding to Danielle and leaving the way that he arrived.

Steele then got into a discussion with a few of his fellow execs about the stock market and possible lower-tier companies to invest in. Danielle sipped her champagne and listened intently; as she'd acquired a small fortune, she figured she'd need to invest at some point. The gentlemen's companions seemed bored as they sipped their drinks.

Not wanting to disrupt their discussion at the wrong time, Danielle waited until the men decided to sip their drinks.

"Gentlemen, if I may interrupt? You don't mind, Arthur?"

"No, Danielle, of course not."

She addressed the four executives: "There's an up-and-coming company based in East Brunswick, New Jersey called Breckinridge Tool & Die." Danielle gave them a quick run-down of the company, including a summary of its core mission. Three of the four men pulled out their phones to either take notes or to research the company, though the fourth still paid attention. "The C.E.O. is Thomas Breckinridge."

"Do you know Mr. Breckinridge personally, Danielle?" one of the execs, with dark hair and moustache, asked her.

"Yes, I do."

"Are you connected with the company?" a blonde-haired 30-something asked.

"My affiliation with the company will terminate at the end of August."

The third exec, a dark-haired man with slight-balding despite his young age, held up his phone: "I have their website here," he said, showing the other men.

"I took a look; he's not listed so there would be no conflict with the S.E.C. if we decide to invest," Moustache Man said.

"Do you think he would welcome outside investors?" Balding Man asked.

"I can't speak for Mr. Breckinridge, of course, but I'm sure he'd at least listen to any legitimate proposals you might have."

"How is the company? I mean, is it in the black?" 30-something posited to Danielle.

"I would say so as Mr. Breckinridge has plans for future expansion, but I cannot give you details beyond that."

"I understand, Danielle," he acknowledged.

"Is it alright if we mention you when we speak with Mr. Breckinridge?" Balding Man asked.

"Absolutely," she agreed.

"You mentioned you were leaving the company, can you tell us why?" Moustache Man asked her, concerned there might be an issue. "You did use the word 'terminate'."

"My apologies; poor choice of word. Truth is, as you know, I won a sizable pot at poker this evening, so I've decided to take an extended vacation in Europe. After that, as a very close friend is opening a photography studio very soon, I've decided to model for him full-time."

"Very nice, I wish you luck," he said.

"Thank you," she replied, warmly.

"Does he need financing?" 30-something joked.

They all laughed and Danielle said, "Not at this time, thank you. I intend on sharing my winnings with him."

"Lucky guy," Balding Man said, winking.

Another round of soft laughter went between the guys and Danielle. A hostess swung by the group and collected all of their glasses.

"Gentlemen," Steele began, "if there are no other questions, and if you don't mind, my Lady and I have a flight to catch very shortly."

"Not at all, Arthur," Moustache Man said, shaking his hand, and then shaking Danielle's. "It was nice talking with you, Miss Stefani."

"Likewise," she said, smiling softly.

Balding man shook Steele's hand and then faced Danielle. "Thank you for the information. It was a pleasure meeting you, Danielle," he said, kissing her hand.

"Thank you," she said, blushing slightly.

The remaining two executives said their goodbyes and made their exits; Steele and Danielle began their walk toward the elevator.

"I take it you work for Mr. Breckinridge."

"For his company, I'm not a personal associate, although we are acquainted; though that was mainly before I started transitioning. But it's only 'til the end of August."

"I hope he welcomes and appreciates outside investors."

"I believe he will."

"Always looking out for your friends?"

"I try," she said sly grin.

"You're an incredible young woman, you know that?" he asked, wrapping his arm tightly around her.

"Nah," she said with a devilish grin, "I'm just written that way."

Steele laughed and leaned down and kissed her head. Nearing the exit of the anteroom there was a group of people milling about, drinking and chatting; one of them was Steve Brandon. His tuxedo looked slightly rumpled and he seemed to have an alcoholic-glow about him. Blakely St. Smythe stood next to him, eyeing Danielle disapprovingly. The men exchanged some pleasantries and Brandon held out his hand to Danielle.

"Miss Stefani, it was a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Mr. Brandon."

"That was quite a riveting performance you gave in there, truly amazing."

"Thank you, I appreciate that very much."

"I've heard alley cats that sounded better," St. Smythe muttered under her breath as she looked off into the crowd.

"You couldn't resist, could you?" Brandon asked her loudly, highly irritated at her conduct. St. Smythe's attention snapped back to Brandon, her look of fear being colored by her extreme embarrassment. Attendees all around them suddenly grew silent, turning their attention toward Brandon and his Escort. "All because of your arrogance and lost at the poker table. Never, never again will you be hired for one of these functions. You're done," he proclaimed, raising his voice.

Danielle took a breath and said, "Mr. Brandon, no offense to you, but whatever you're paying her, it's too much."

Several murmurs could be heard rumbling through the immediate area in reaction to Danielle's brutal comment.

"I'm sorry, Miss Stefani, if I had any idea..." he trailed off, at a loss for words.

She looked at St. Smythe, who by now looked as though she'd start crying any second. "I guess I'm high-class after all; that's why I'm an Executive's Mistress and you're just an Escort." She turned to Steele: "Shall we go, darling?"

"Absolutely, my sweet."

They exited the anteroom and left the pair behind them; they had better things to do on their date. The first stop was at the desk to retrieve Danielle's jacket and parcel. Steele first helped Danielle into her jacket; then she slipped the $100 bills she'd previously stashed in her gift purse into her small jacket pocket. She put the gift purse into the almost-full portfolio and then handed Steele his phone.

"It was a pleasure having you as a guest, Miss Stefani. I hope we'll see you again," the hostess said happily.

"Thank you, Jenny, I'd love to return." Danielle said.

"Thank you, Jenny," Steele said, handing her several folded bills.

"Thank you, Mr. Steele. Take care."

They walked toward the elevator, finding Mark waiting patiently.

"I sent that video to your e-mails. Miss Stefani, would you have any objection to me posting your song to my YouTube channel?"

The request threw her off a bit; she didn't think her performance would end up being so popular. "Um, well, no, I guess not," she chuckled. "I'd be honored," she said, smiling warmly at the young man.

"Thank you, Miss Stefani. And be sure to check out your email when you have time. If there are any issues, I can resend it."

"Thank you, Mark," Danielle said, slipping him the stack of $100 bills from her pocket. "You were so helpful tonight."

"Thank you, Miss Stefani, you're very kind," he said, astonished at the thickness of the stack of bills.

"I hope to see you next time," she said, smiling warmly.

"Me too."

"Oh, and send me a link to your channel," she said, winking.

"I will," he replied, smiling.

"Good night, Mark," Steele said, shaking the young man's hand, slipping him a tip as well.

"Good night, Mr. Steele," he said.

"See you next time."

They waved to each other and the doors closed silently.

"How much did you tip him? If I may ask," he said.

"A thousand dollars," she said, matter-of-factly.

"What? Geez, and I only gave him three-hundred. Trying to show me up, darling?" he teased.

"Never. But speaking of showing-up someone, I shoulda slapped that bitch."

"I'm glad that you didn't. Oh, not for my sake; it would have been quite justified and probably most everyone else would've agreed. But I'm honestly glad you didn't."

"Why's that?"

"Because it showed her just how much of a higher-class of woman you really are."

His words soothed her, changed her mood for the better and they made her smile. She leaned up and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth as the doors opened on the flight deck.

He broke the kiss tentatively, "I, uh, I think we have a plane to catch."

"Or something," she teased, flicking her tongue playfully on his lips.

"Or something," he chuckled.

As both lovers laughed, he guided Danielle to the door and he called Eddie. Eddie said that they were ready; the rotors on the aircraft spun in preparation for takeoff. Steele looped his arm through Danielle's and then Gentleman and Lady made their way out onto the flight deck, to the waiting helicopter.

Matt popped out of the front and opened the side door for the two. Danielle got in first and then Steele followed. As Matt secured the door, Danielle grabbed onto Steele, turning him a way that caused him to lose balance and land on his back on the floor of the aircraft. As they both laughed happily, Danielle straddled Steele's body and slid her portfolio under his head as a cushion; she could feel his hard cock rub against hers.

Eddie turned to look through the small window to signal Steele that takeoff was imminent, but saw the position they were in; grinning, he turned back to his controls.

Danielle was leaning on her hands, her face directly over Steele's; she gazed into his eyes and she lowered her head. Her lips came into contact with his, softly at first, then they both parted their lips and kissed passionately and deeply. Steele reached up and caressed her sides; she started a slow, soft humping motion on his cock, getting him more aroused by the minute.

The helicopter took off from the deck gently, but the two lovers didn't seem to notice; Steele was getting highly aroused and Danielle was enjoying the hot caresses that he was placing on her ass.

But Danielle wanted more, so she sat up and with a devilish grin, untied and slipped off Steele's tie. Tossing it aside, she sexily opened his dress shirt, revealing a chest and abdomen with a nice coating of hair. She moaned sexily as she gently ran her hands over his chest and abs, through the sexy hair.

"You are so sexy," she whispered, lost in the sensations as her hands traversed his body.

He smiled softly, appreciatively, at her as she bent down and started placing soft kisses around his chest and nipples. She traced her kisses down his abdomen as she slowly scooted her body down his thighs and then over his legs. Looking at him seductively, she slowly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his slacks; then she slowly lowered the zipper, making it easy to pull his garments over his hips.

She grabbed both waistbands of slacks and underwear and gently slipped them down; he raised his hips slightly and she pulled the garments over his sizable cock to down mid-thigh. She moaned hotly looking at his cock; it was at least seven inches long and very thick. It had a beautiful, pronounced mushroom head that stuck out above the tight foreskin.

Steele watched in rapt anticipation as Danielle leaned down and kissed the base of his cock; Steele moaned at the contact as his balls churned in sexual expectation. She continued to place soft kisses all along the length of his cock to the tip. Then her tongue snaked out and circled the mushroom head several times.

"My God, Danielle," Steele moaned as he reached up to touch her head.

She traced kisses back down to his balls, taking each one in her mouth gently and softly licking. Then she licked up the full length of his throbbing cock. By this time, Steele was caressing her head; his head rolled slowly from side-to-side as he enjoyed Danielle's mouth on his raging cock.

When she'd gotten her mouth back up near the tip, she reached up and took hold of the throbbing piece of sex meat, pointing it lewdly toward the ceiling. A moment later, she plunged her mouth down the thick suck stick as best she could. Steele gasped in ecstasy as he felt her mouth muscles and her tongue work his cock.

Danielle moaned around his cock as she bobbed hotly, making him gasp and moan. She knew that he would not last long as she could feel his precum flow freely from his cock; that and his breathing told her that his orgasm was imminent. Not that he was a premature ejaculator, which she wouldn't have cared if he was, but she knew she'd teased and aroused him all evening and he was at the point of exploding.

She bobbed and sucked as she stroked and moaned. She had a moment's sensation that the throbbing of his cock was matching the vibrations from the spinning rotors of the helicopter. Danielle felt Steele's cock expand and get harder, a moment later, he held her head tightly and his large cockhead flared open. He called out her name hotly as ropes of his sweet sperm gushed into her mouth; as his cock was taking up more room in her mouth than the usual cock, she found she needed to swallow after each spurt, lest his cum would leak out of her mouth. He humped up into her mouth with each throb and spurt of his cock. She swallowed six times, moaning hotly around his cock each time, hoping the vibrations from her moans would heighten his orgasm.

After several moments, his cock grew a bit softer, he lessened the grip on her head and Danielle drew her lips off of his cock, making him shiver as her lips slid hotly over his sensitive head. She kissed his cock, all over, for several more moments. Then she laid the softening sex toy on his body and she kissed her way back up to his face. She kissed him deeply once again as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"Mmm, Danielle, I could fall in love with you," he whispered into her ear.

"Mmm, but not at the expense of Abigail, you won't," she said softly, placing her forefinger across his lips. "I'm your Mistress, remember?" she added, lovingly.

"Thank you for reminding me," he said, smiling.

They lay together for some time, exchanging kisses, caresses and soft words of affection. But eventually, Danielle got off of him and he redressed, minus the tie. As he sat on the bench, he took a look out of the window and saw that Atlantic City was off in the distance to their left. As Danielle settled herself next to him, Steele reached up and hit the intercom.

"Eddie, how long until touchdown?"

A click and then, "At your discretion, Mr. Steele. We've been in a holding pattern, circling for about ten minutes."

"Alright. Before we land, would you give Miss Stefani a fly-by of the boardwalk? I think she'd enjoy it. She's with me on the port side."

"Absolutely, Mr. Steele. We'll make the pass at about six-hundred feet. How many passes?"

"One will be sufficient before touchdown, Eddie."

"Alright, Sir, I'll initiate that shortly; I want to obtain clearance for the maneuver."

"Thank you, Eddie," he said. Then to Danielle: "You sit here, honey," he said, giving Danielle the seat right next to the window.

She strapped in and watched as the lights in the distance became closer.

A few minutes later, at some point south of the majority of the action on the boardwalk, Eddie performed a slow bank to the left, descending softly; Danielle could feel it in her tummy, but it was nothing more than the feeling she got in an elevator. They were close enough to the boardwalk that she could see people walking and hanging about. The first thing she noticed was the dark, hulking shape that was the Golden Horseshoe Hotel & Casino, its white sides looking a dull, haunting gray in the darkness. Then came the lights of the different shops, all lit up prettily in all different colors. She saw the dozen-storied Tropic Rain resort, its marquee flashing wildly, enticing unsuspecting customers into its tempting clutches. An assortment of shops and arcades followed, then the large Boardwalk Hall stood, slightly-lit, unoccupied at the moment. Sticking out into the water from the boardwalk, Danielle saw the Playground Pier, a nearly-1,000 foot long pier extending out into the ocean housing a collection of shops and attractions. The 30-story tower of the Tally- Ho! Hotel and Casino stood shining in golden searchlights in the darkness; more shops spread along the boardwalk, leading up to the tall 50-story tower of the Starr Hotel, its edges in red-illuminated lines. As they flew over the ocean at six-hundred feet, Danielle saw more people, shops, restaurants and motels and saw the flashing colored lights of the Steel Pier. Finally, before Eddie made a 180-degree bank, she saw the Ocean Wave Resort at the far north of the boardwalk, its surfaces glowing with an aqua hue in the night sky.

After completing their turn, Eddie ascended slightly and a few minutes later, Danielle could feel the helicopter steady; then a slow descent began and culminated with a couple of slight bumps. The engines were powered back and they were safely on the roof of the Starr Hotel.

The door opened and Matt held it as Steele got out; Danielle grabbed her portfolio and was helped out by the two men. With a wave to Matt and Eddie, Steele and Danielle watched as the rotors increased fully to speed and the helicopter rose gently off the flight deck.

"Where are they headed?"

Steele held the door for Danielle and he escorted her back out onto the roof. "Eddie's taking it to a local airport for refueling and parking until we need it again."

They walked to the edge of the flight deck, surrounded by similar fencing that she'd previously seen on the Philadelphia building. They stood for some time looking out at the different lights on the horizon; to the north, the Steel Pier and the Ocean Wave dominated the scenery. To the south, the Tally-Ho! and the Tropic Rain and the various colors of the boardwalk restaurants shined brightly. And to the west, Danielle could see lines and lines of lights where streets and homes lined the dark landscape.

Steele had his arm around Danielle and she stood close to him, keeping herself protected from the strong ocean breeze. She shivered a bit as it was a cool breeze, but her shivering could have also been a result of her body coming down from its high level of energy from all of the various activities of the evening.

"Are you cold, honey?"

"A little, but I think I'm alright for now," she responded.

"Well, we are a bit over 500 feet up with no buildings around to block the wind."

"As long as I don't fly over the edge," she chuckled.

"I wouldn't let that happen," he assured her, smiling.

They enjoyed the night air, walking around the outer rim of the flight deck, occasionally stopping for a soft kiss. They reached the entrance to the foyer and Steele suggested they head inside.

"Alright, darling," she said.

"It's only 9:30, would you like to join me in my suite?" he asked, calling for the elevator.

"I would, yes," she responded, smiling softly.

Danielle reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for a lingering kiss. Several moments later, the doors slid open softly. They got on, arm-in-arm, and Steele pushed the '48' button. The doors closed and started its short descent. A dozen or so seconds later, the doors opened on the 48th floor. Steele escorted Danielle around a corner in the corridor and stopped at a door with Steele's name engraved on a small gold placard. He inserted his key card and the door unlatched. Pushing the door open, he turned on the lights and gestured for Danielle to head in first.

It was a spacious room; much more so than her suite. It had all the amenities: large bed and TV, kitchenette, dining table and chairs. The cove lighting illuminated the room, but there were also a few table lamps; a chandelier over the dining table was the final choice of lighting. There were a couple of easy chairs about. And there was also a bar. But the one thing Danielle found unique was a very large, very plush black rug on the floor; its rectangular shape covering quite a bit of floor area in the middle of the room. There were several throw pillows of different colors scattered on the rug.

"Welcome to my home away from home," he said, closing the door. He walked in the room a bit and emptied his pockets on the tall dresser.

She looked around the room, then said, "Nice place you've got here, lots of space."

Steele grinned at her playfully as she put her portfolio onto the dresser next to his things. Then he helped her out of her jacket. She unzipped the parcel and momentarily went into her purse. Closing everything back up again she started for the bathroom.

"As it's not even ten o'clock, Danielle, would you care for a late snack?"

"That would be lovely, darling, I'll just pop into the bathroom and slip into something more comfortable."

"Would you like anything in particular?"

"Oh, how about some clams oreganata and soft-baked garlic/parmesan breadsticks? I'd also enjoy some champagne."

"Coming right up," he said, smiling.

She heard him dial the room phone as she went into the bathroom and closed the door softly. She unrolled her black nightie and shook it out, seeing that the garment didn't have any discernible wrinkles as it was made of a sheer nylon material much like her black stockings. She hung it on the towel rack on the wall above the toilet and then slipped off her heels. After unzipping her dress, she shimmied out of the tight sheath and draped it gently across the top towel shelf; then she took off the bra and added it to the dress.

She sat on the toilet and took a pee, realizing that she needed to go way more than she originally thought. After patting herself dry, she went to the sink and ran her fingers through her hair, teasing it gently; the look was still presentable, but it seemed just slightly messy, adding to her sexiness. She slipped the nightie over her head and shook it down her body. Smoothing it out, she opened the door, turned out the lights and joined Steele in the room.

He was in the area of the bed, where the phone was on a nightstand.

"Is there anything you don't look gorgeous in?" he asked, taking in her beauty.

"Thank you, darling," she said, seeing that he took off his jacket and opened the top three buttons of his shirt.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, reaching up to hold onto him so she could kiss him; as she wasn't wearing heels, she got on the tips of her toes as she locked her lips on his. He reached and put his hands on her back, both supporting her and caressing her at the same time.

Their kiss was a lingering one; their tongues played together as they moaned into each other's mouth. Danielle could feel his hard-again cock press into her. She broke the kiss softly, settling herself back onto her feet.

"Shall I get comfortable on the rug, darling?"

"Where ever you want, honey," he said, looking her over. "Would you care for some music?"

"I'd love some soft jazz."

Steele went to a small cabinet next to the bar and opened the top doors, revealing a stereo system set on shelves. He hit a few buttons and Danielle's wish of soft jazz began filling the room softly. She got on her knees on the large black rug and set up a few of the colored throw pillows and settled herself down, lying on her side, leaning on the pillows. She noticed that Steele was once again looking her over.

"If you take a picture, it'll last longer," she grinned, teasing him as he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"It's an idea at that," he said, reaching for his phone.

He took several shots of her, in different poses ranging from her lying on her side to sitting while her arms were folded across the top of her head to the 'The Pose', the classic pose where a model lounges on the front of her body and holds her head up with her hands, while her knees are bent with her feet in the air.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, slapping a hand on the floor.

"What's wrong, honey?" he asked, concerned.

"What? Oh, nothing, darling, I just had a sudden thought."

"Yes?"

"Let Jason do the photos for your promotional packet."

"Has that been on your mind all evening?"

"Uh, no, not really, that's just how my crazy head works," she chuckled. "I hear something and it subconsciously starts working on the issue."

"Okay, how much would Jason want?" he asked, sitting down on an easy chair across from her.

"He'll do it for free."

"Free?"

"When I was speaking to your friends earlier and told them a friend was opening a studio, I wasn't making it up; Jason's had a passion for photography since high school. I recently bought him an extensive setup and he's been in contact with several girls to model for him."

"But how could his studio make money if he does our shoot for free?"

"Because he'll be doing it for the exposure, not the money. Darling, if he needs money, I have a ton of it; what he really needs are legitimate clients other than models."

"I see."

"A company like The Starr headlining his list of clients would go a long way."

"You want to come and work for me?" he chuckled.

She laughed, "No, thank you, darling, if I did, I wouldn't be able to be your Mistress."

"Good thinking," he said, smiling.

"So, what do you think?"

He got down on his knees and inched closer to her face, saying, "I think you're an amazing young woman and anyone would be lucky, no, blessed, to have you as a friend." He leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

"Thank you, darling," she said, blushing.

"And I think it's a great idea, but he'll have to submit a bid. Also, I'll have to see some examples. And I want you as the model."

"Me?"

"Who better? You said you were going to model for him full-time, so why not start now?"

"Um, alright, it's a deal," she said, smiling.

"Tell Jason I'll expect his bid and proofs no later than 4PM on Monday, alright?"

"How does he submit the bid?"

"I'll have a form letter sent to your suite."

"One more thing, can you give Jason a letter authorizing him to take photos around the hotel and casino? This way he can give you specific examples that you can judge while avoiding any conflicts with hotel staff."

"I'll have those sent to your suite. When are you checking out, by the way?"

"Tomorrow at nine."

"Then they'll be at the Front Desk by 8AM."

Their discussion was interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. He set his phone on the dresser and went to answer the door; Danielle remained on the rug, relaxing in 'The Pose'.

"Doorbell?" she asked, surprised.

"One of the perks of the position," he replied, smiling.

Through the open doorway she saw Brian, looking handsome in his crisp uniform. Being discreet, he made no notice of her as Steele said a few words to him, took the offered tip, said goodnight and then walked away. Steele secured the door and wheeled the cart next to the rug.

"Would you like me to slip into something comfortable?"

"I'd prefer you naked, darling," Danielle said, rolling back onto her side and leaning on the pillows. "But, however you decide to be comfortable is fine with me."

"As you wish," he said, smiling softly.

It didn't take much time at all for Steele to kick off his shoes and undress and drop his clothes onto the nearest easy chair. Danielle saw him naked for the first time and she was neither disappointed nor surprised. His body was trim, for a 50-something; his body hair along his arms, thighs and legs was light for the most part, with the majority of the hair across his chest and abdomen. He had a bit of paunch, but any man his age would love to have had his body. And his cock, oh how it was beautiful in the light; it stood outward from his body at a near 45-degree angle in a semi-hard state. His balls were beautifully proportioned and hung teasingly from his crotch. As she looked and admired his cock, she subconsciously licked her lips.

Her attention was interrupted by the popping of the champagne. He put the bottle back in the bucket and placed it on the floor near her. After dimming the lights and handing Danielle two glasses, he grabbed the tray with the light meal and he set it on the floor between them, as he rested himself just across from her. He poured two glasses of the bubbly liquid and Danielle gave one glass to him. They touched their glasses together, shared a quick intimate kiss and then sipped the cold refreshment.

"Mmm, this Dom Pérignon is starting to be my favorite," she chuckled.

"Well, when you're with me, you can have as much as you want."

"Can I take a bath in it?"

They both laughed and then leaned in and kissed again. After taking another sip, Danielle reached in to get one of the seasoned delicacies. Steele lovingly tapped her hand.

"Ah, ah...I'll take care of that for you," he said. "All you do is handle your glass," he said, smiling softly.

"Alright, darling," she said, returning the affectionate smile.

For the next half hour, the two enjoyed the light meal. Occasionally, Danielle would take a deep sip of the champagne and Steele would lovingly feed her the clams and the breadsticks. Occasionally, he would lean in and kiss her softly, just lingering long enough; it was quite a romantic atmosphere and they were both enjoying it immensely. Danielle even went a bit further; every so often she would reach over and teasingly drag her fingertips delicately across the underside of Steele's cock, making his shaft harder by the moment.

Soon though, the meal was over and the two lovers moved closer together with Steele eventually lying on his back with Danielle leaning over him; arms wrapped around the other and they got into a hot period of making out. Kisses were given on lips, tongues and felt across cheeks and necks. Steele had been nibbling on Danielle's neck periodically and she was panting as a result. She in turn, reached down and grasped his hard love stick and stroked him slowly.

"What would you like me to do for you, darling?" she whispered breathlessly into his mouth.

"Let me feel your leg on my cock, Danielle," he answered hotly, taking gentle hold of her leg and placing it on his throbbing cock, covering her mouth with his.

He started a subtle hump as he enjoyed the sensation of her nylon- covered calf on his cock. And as much as she was enjoying it, Danielle softly broke the kiss and moved her leg away. "I have a better, idea, darling. Let me lay down and you do whatever you want."

As he got up and they were both on their knees, he took her in his arms and kissed her and then whispered in her ear, "You're absolutely fantastic."

She kissed him deeply and then she lay down on her back, leaning on the pillows.

Steele positioned himself next to her legs and caressed them softly for several minutes, top to bottom and from front to back, giving Danielle tingles from his fingertips along to her cock. She was breathing heavily, as was Steele, as he lifted her right leg first and kissed all along her thigh down to her softly wiggling toes. He rubbed the top of her foot over his face, mostly around his mouth and nose, kissing and inhaling deeply, getting extremely excited from Danielle's arousing scent. He kissed and nibbled along the sole of her foot before gently lowering her leg and repeating his actions with her left leg.

Steele didn't know it, but Danielle was getting highly aroused by his lovemaking of her legs and feet; she felt her cock grow stiff and precum oozed into her panties, but she was also lying there, breathing heavily, squirming from the hot things his mouth and tongue were doing to her lower limbs.

Steele repositioned himself at her feet. Holding her legs together, he brought her feet up to his cock. Danielle bent her knees slightly as she felt him cup the soles of her feet in his strong hands. A moment later, she felt his hot balls on her toes and his rampant cock in the sides of her feet up in between her ankles. He held her legs and feet together, humping hotly in the nylon crevasse that her feet were making. He caressed her calves as he bent down to place soft kisses on her knees; his fingers on her soles were inadvertently tickling her, adding to the wiggling of her toes and the tingles she was feeling in her cock. She felt his hot, heavy balls on her toes and his precum flowing freely on her ankles and the tops of her feet.

They were both moaning hotly; Danielle was breathing heavily, watching this sexy man pleasure himself with her feet and legs, Steele was humping wildly, grunting with each thrust as he lost himself in Danielle's Nylon Heaven. She knew it wouldn't be long until he graced her with another of his loving loads of semen, so she decided to ramp things up.

"Darling," she said breathlessly, "fuck my feet."

Steele grunted and moaned and took hold of her feet in his hands; and although he was highly aroused and had been humping wildly, his grasp was soft and gentle. He positioned her feet, placing his cock directly between her nylon-covered insteps; he began pumping her feet, getting hotter not only from the friction from her sexy feet, but also from the intense tingles they were giving his cock.

Danielle moaned sexily as she watched two things: first, Steele was fucking her feet hotly, his sexy upper body taut with excitement and anticipation; second, his precum was flowing freely and several tendrils of his sweet fluid hung obscenely and connected in various places on her feet and ankles.

Steele was getting to the point of exploding; his breathing had become ragged and he was grunting and moaning Danielle's name over and over. So she took the initiative and she gently broke out of his grasp and clutched his rampant cock between her toes; all ten of her exquisite toes gripped his cock in their loving embrace. She pumped his cock with her feet as he humped into her dual slices of heaven. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

He was on the verge of orgasm, and they both knew it.

"Danielle, uh-," he stammered, looking at her through passion-clouded eyes. He moaned her name several times as he got ever closer to that point where time and space are meaningless.

She continued pumping his cock, despite the cramping in her feet; she was not going to ruin this intimate, intense orgasm. They locked their eyes together and she gave him a soft smile and nodded her head quickly a couple of times.

His cock grew incredibly hard, his body stiffened and he moaned hotly to her, "Oh, Danielle," never breaking eye contact with her.

At that moment, his cock erupted like she'd never seen any cock do. His semen shot up six inches from the tip, landing hotly over parts of her shins, leaking down her calves. The next handful of spurts were less powerful, but no less voluminous; lines and splats of white cum marked the black of her nylon on her ankles, the tops of her feet and leaking down her arches to her heels. He even managed to get a few splotches of cum on her diamond anklet. He panted roughly as his body slackened and the last spurts of cum drooled hotly from his cock and ran over her toes. He slumped back; Danielle felt his softening cock slide sexily through her slippery feet. She relaxed her legs and feet down on the rug as Steele sat back on his feet, breathing heavily.

"That was incredible," Steele said breathlessly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she smiled softly at him. "Maybe next time you can do that without me wearing stockings. I love hot cum on my bare feet and toes."

"You're so hot, Danielle," he said, lying next to her on the rug.

They lay together on the rug for a little while, catching their breath.

"I'm sorry I didn't do it earlier, but you have such perfect feet and toes. Your toes are so pretty with that color polish you chose."

"Thank you, darling. Next time you can suck them," she said, licking his lips playfully.

"That would be fantastic. Feeling your wiggling toes in my mouth as my cock is in your mouth."

"Mmm, darling, that sounds hot," she said, kissing him hotly.

"I'd cum in no time at all."

"Would that be before or after my champagne bath?"

They laughed as two lovers would, being so intimate, kissing and licking each other's lips and tongues.

They settled on the plush rug, lying face-to-face. Danielle gently caressed his hairy chest; at the same time, she felt the damp patches on her legs and feet where Steele's explosive emissions seeped into her black nylons.

A little later, Danielle's phone chimed softly. "Honey, it's 11:45; as much as I hate to say it, but it's about that time."

"Kiss me again," he said, pulling her closer.

Leaning over him, she moaned into his mouth, kissing him deeply as he lounged back on his pillows; she swirled her tongue around his and gently fondled his soft cock.

"Now help me into my dress, darling," she said, playfully patting his sexy chest. "I think walking through the hotel from your suite in just a nightie and heels might look a little trashy," she chuckled.

"But you wouldn't care, though."

"No, not for me, but I do care for you."

"You're sweet."

Steele got up first and gently took Danielle's hands; he helped her to her feet and gave her a quick hug and kiss. They walked into the bathroom; Danielle grabbed her clothing and heels, Steele took a hotel robe and wrapped it around his body, tying it closed.

Back out in the room, Danielle sent a quick text to Jason, telling him she'd be there soon. Putting her phone away, Steele helped her into her dress, zipping it closed softly; she sat down on an easy chair to put her heels on, Steele stopped her.

"Allow me," he said, getting down one knee and taking a shoe from her.

He took her right foot in his hand delicately, bringing it up to his face and kissing her damp toes lovingly. Then he slipped the shoe over her toes and gently slid the back over her heel. After slipping her left heel on, he set her foot down on the floor; kissing each of her knees, he stood up and held his hands out to her, assisting her to stand. She took a quick look at the front of her stockings, and although Steele did cum considerably on the black nylon, there weren't any discernible tell-tale signs of semen stains; although there was a lot of surface area that felt extremely damp.

She leaned into him, easier now that she was wearing her heels, and kissed him deeply. He caressed her face and ran his fingers through her hair.

"You're quite an incredible young woman, Danielle, don't ever change."

"Thank you, love," she said, kissing him again.

"Now you better get going before Jason comes looking for you," he teased.

She chuckled, hugged him quickly and gathered her portfolio and jacket. He walked her to the door.

They stood in the open doorway; Steele just inside the room, Danielle in the hallway. He scooped her into his arms and hugged her tightly, pressing his mouth firmly on hers. She put an arm around his neck, holding him, as their tongues danced together for the final time of the evening.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," she said.

"I should be thanking you, darling, it was incredible," he said before leaning down and kissing her deeply. He broke the kiss after a few moments and looked deeply into her eyes. "Good night, Danielle."

"Good night, Arthur," she said, smiling softly.

He watched her walk down the corridor; halfway down, she spun around and threw him a kiss, a smile and a wave and then continued on her way. He watched longingly as his loving Mistress walked sexily down the corridor, turning the corner and disappearing from view.

Danielle took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as she waited for the regular elevator to take her down to her suite as the special Administrative elevator only stopped at floors 1, 6, and floors 45 and above. The elevator arrived and she hit '39'. As the doors closed, she had an idea and she hit a second button and then fished her phone out of her purse. The elevator stopped on the 39th floor and as there were no guests waiting at that time of night, she hit the 'close door' button, sending the car on its second trip. A few moments later, she got out and called Jason.

"Hi, Danielle," he said happily.

"Hi, love, I'll be there soon."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, honey, I'm just going to stop at Tara's for a few minutes, I won't be long."

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

"I love you, darling," she said warmly.

"I love you, too."

"See you soon."

"Okay."

They disconnected and Danielle made her way around to #2757 and knocked gently. A few moments later, a relaxed Tara opened the door, dressed in a white satin robe.

"Danielle! Hi, is everything alright?" she asked opening the door.

"Hi, sweetie, yes, everything's fine," she said as she entered Tara's room. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I? I guess I should have called."

"It's alright, I was just doing some reading before bed; I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow," Tara said, closing the door.

"Don't be, sweetie, we'll be there for you," she said, hugging the young T-Girl softly and kissing her lips. "No Trevor tonight?"

"He had to work until ten and then wanted to get a good sleep for tomorrow."

"That's a good idea. Let me take care of what I stopped by to do and you get can get to bed."

"You look gorgeous," Tara said excitedly.

"Thank you, sweetie." She kissed the young T-Girl and then put her portfolio on the dresser and unzipped it. Taking out a wrapped stack of bills, she handed it to the shocked redhead.

"Danielle!"

"That's for you to live off of, darling," she said, kissing the startled girl's lips. "Put that away in your safe and don't put it in the bank, you don't want to have to explain it," she chuckled.

"But-"

"Don't worry, sweetie, I won at a poker game tonight on my date with Mr. Steele; I'll tell you all about that tomorrow. So go on, lock it in your safe," she told the girl, patting her bottom lovingly.

Tara opened her safe and deposited her money and then secured the safe.

Danielle went over to the young redhead and hugged her tightly. "Hop into bed, I'll tuck you in before I leave."

Tara took off her white robe to reveal she was wearing a matching satin nightie with lace trim; Danielle saw the adorable T-Girl wasn't wearing panties as she climbed onto the bed.

"Such a cute ass," Danielle said, playfully patting Tara's ass. Tara giggled at Danielle and settled herself into bed, hugging the bear that Danielle had given her; she leaned back on the puffy pillows and Danielle brought up the top sheet and covered Tara's slim body. Set sat on the bed, next to Tara's hip and caressed some hair out of the girl's smiling face. "Don't worry about tomorrow, darling, everything will be alright. Just think, tomorrow at this time it'll all be behind you. And you might even be sleeping with Trevor," she added, smiling. "Okay?"

Tara nodded happily and Danielle leaned down and kissed the pretty T- Girl softly.

"Good night, Danielle, you're the best," she said.

"Good night, love."

Danielle kissed Tara's lips one more time, got up and retrieved her portfolio and turned out the lights.

As she opened the door to head to her suite, Danielle heard "I love you, Danielle" from the darkness.

Turning back, she said, "I love you, too, baby. Sweet dreams."

She exited the room and closed the door softly behind her.

Turning the corner on the 39th floor, she saw her love standing outside her door, leaning coolly against the hard wood. He was carrying a backpack and playing a game on his phone.

"Hey, baby, it's great seeing you," he said, leaning in to her.

"I missed you, darling," she said. She kissed him deeply and moaned, enjoying the familiar sensations of his lips as well as his scent. "Let's get inside, honey, before I rip all your clothes off out here."

"Um, okay," he said smiling.

Danielle put her key card in the slot and then entered after the door clicked. She hit the lights and put her purse and portfolio on the dresser as Jason closed and latched the door. She took out her gift purse and placed that next to her regular one. Jason came over and put his backpack and phone next to her things. She took off her jacket and heels and then her dress. Hanging the outfit in the closet and leaving the heels in the closet, she began to undress completely, peeling off the stockings that had become stuck in places on her skin from Steele's massive cum. The stockings and panties went right into the laundry bag.

Naked, she went to the room phone and dialed room service. "Could you send up a pot of coffee, please? With milk and sugar. And that's for two, thank you." After hanging up, she took off all of her diamond jewelry and locked them in the safe.

"Coffee sounds good, baby," he said, giving her a quick hug.

"Darling, would you mind waiting while I shower?"

"Not at all, honey," he said, taking a 5-dollar bill from her for the tip.

"I'll be quick. Would you put the blues music channel on the TV?"

She went into the bathroom and turned on the water. In moments the hot water streamed into the tub and she carefully stepped under the steaming spray. She quickly rinsed her face, but paid most of the lathering and rinsing attention to the rest of her body; she was quite clean and didn't really need an extensive cleaning as she'd not been engaged in any major sex acts since Phil earlier that day. She rinsed, turned off the water and stepped out carefully. Drying quickly, she turned off the light and went back into the room. Jason was setting up the coffee cups and she grabbed a satin robe from the closet.

"Love, do you mind if we wait 'til morning to move my stuff?"

"Not at all, honey, I am kinda tired."

"Did you want to shower? You did have a long day."

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, I'll be right out."

Danielle spent the time Jason was in the shower getting the bed ready and getting on her iPad and logging into her email. Then she packed up all her shopping and other items, so that they could move everything to Jason's apartment in the morning. By the time she had everything organized by the door, Jason came out, dressed in a hotel robe. He went and sat on the bed.

"Hey, come see me," he said, patting the bed.

"You don't want any coffee, honey?" she asked, making herself a cup.

"Ah, I forgot about that," he chuckled.

She sipped her cup of the hot beverage as Jason mixed his. Before he had a chance to sip his, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his lovingly, giving him a coffee-flavored kiss.

"I missed you today," she said.

"I missed you. But we'll have the next two days together."

Jason took his cup and went back to sitting on the bed.

"Are you going to join me, baby?"

"Not yet, there's a few things we have to discuss."

"Oh? Is everything alright? I mean, did the date with Mr. Steele go okay?" he asked after sipping his coffee and putting the cup on the nightstand.

"Yes, love, it went well, and everything is perfect," she said, walking over to the dresser to get her portfolio.

"Okay. Usually when someone says 'we have to talk', it means bad-"

"Here you go, my love, Merry Christmas," she said, tossing four wrapped stacks of 100s onto his lap.

"What the fuck?!"

"You know the universal rule, darling, when you don't need it, you win a lot of it."

"How?"

"I beat a snotty cunt at poker," she said, sitting on the bed next to him, placing her cup next to his.

"This is forty-thousand dollars!"

"Yes, it is. I actually won sixty-six thousand. I stopped and gave Tara a stack and I have one in the pouch for Suzie."

"Jesus fucking Christ."

"The bitch really deserved it. But I'll tell you more about that tomorrow. But I think you'll enjoy seeing this tonight," she said, handing him the iPad.

She touched a button and the video that Mark had made of her performance came to life. It wasn't a Hollywood-quality video, but with what Mark had to work with, it was spectacular. The sound was clear and the image was crisp; typically with phone-shot videos, lighting is always over-exposed, making the image blurry. Not so with this one. Jason watched in amazement as his girlfriend sang and entranced the attending crowd. When she finished, the crowd roared and he watched as she bowed and curtseyed and then the video ended. He sat there, astonished, looking back from Danielle to the screen back to her.

"Wow," he said, breathlessly. "That was amazing."

"Thank you, darling." She cuddled close to him, wrapping an arm around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "There's just one more thing," she added softly.

"Yes?"

"Please don't be mad with me, I spoke before I thought."

"What did you do now?" he asked, faking being frustrated.

"I might have your first photo assignment."

"What? With who?"

"You sound mad."

"I'm not mad. Really. Just...surprised?"

"Well, bottom line is this..." She explained to Jason how The Starr had their upcoming renewal for their promotional campaign and how she would get him to submit a bid and proofs to try to get the contract. "I told him you'd do it for free, but you may have to submit a dollar amount."

"Free?"

"Well, I thought that securing a five-star client as well as getting the exposure would be worth more." She picked up a stack of bills and tickled his nose with the fluttering ends. "You already have money, darling," she giggled.

He laughed at her and pulled her down on the bed and then kissing her deeply.

"You're not mad at me are you?"

"No, baby, I could never be mad at you, you always mean to do what you feel is the right thing to do. Even though you don't think before you speak," he chuckled.

"Yeah," she said, blushing.

"Gotta be careful, though, one of these days that mouth is gonna get you into trouble."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Says you," she chuckled.

Tossing the stacks of money on the floor, Jason jumped up on his knees next to Danielle's head and grabbed the back of it; he took hold of his semi- rigid cock and shoved it in her mouth until he could feel his cock strike the back of her throat. He held the back of her neck firm with one hand while holding her hair with the other; he started thrusting in her mouth as though he was fucking her hot asshole. Danielle grunted and gagged; she tried adjusting her head and throat so his cock wouldn't gag her so much.

"Uhn...your mouth is so fucking hot," he panted, his cock getting to full hardness.

The sounds of the smooth blues flowing from the TV took on a different vibe as Danielle grunted and gagged with each hot thrust of his cock. She had a fistful of bedsheet in one hand while grasping one of his ass cheeks roughly with the other. She got her tongue working around his cock, which lessened the gagging, but every so often he'd push just a little too far and she would choke, bringing tears to her eyes.

"See? Fuck...mouth got you, uhn, into trouble."

She could feel his precum flow into her throat, coating it a bit more, making it easier to take his mouth-fucking. And since she tasted his precum, she knew that he was close to cumming. Her precum was flowing as well; his use of her mouth was turning her on and she decided to take her cock in hand and start stroking in a synchronized rhythm with his thrusting.

"That's my...ah...horny little slut...fuck...play with yourself," he panted, just nearing the edge of orgasm.

Danielle did two things at this point: first, as Jason used her mouth, she wildly flicked and rubbed her tongue all over his cock, giving him extra sensations on his way to orgasm. Second, she smeared her precum all around the head of her cock and part of the shaft, giving herself extra sensations from her stroking fingers; she too, was on the edge of cumming.

Jason grunted loudly toward the ceiling, grabbing her hair tighter as his body stiffened. He pulled back enough from Danielle's mouth that when his cock erupted, he was filling her mouth, allowing her to feel his cum pool in her mouth momentarily before she swallowed his sweet seed. As Jason spurted in her mouth, Danielle moaned hotly around his cock as his cum flooding her mouth sent her over the edge and she began spurting a night's-worth of T-Girl sperm all over her hand, balls and tummy. She moaned hotly around his cock as she came; he moaned her name hotly as he came. The vibrations from her moans gave Jason extra tingles on his throbbing cock as he finished pumping his sperm in her mouth. She swallowed again, moaning at how she loved his cum in her mouth. Jason finally had enough as his cock became overly-sensitive and he pulled out of her mouth and releasing her hair, settling back on his feet, panting.

They remained in their respective positions for several minutes regaining themselves. Danielle lay still on the bed, catching her breath, her softening cock still in the gentle grip of her flexing fingers. Jason caught his breath enough and he leaned over and took her hand off of her cock, sucking and licking the cum that had leaked down from her orgasm. Then he covered her mouth with his, rubbing his tongue hotly on hers, sharing her cum with her. After her hand was cleaned of her hot emissions, he moved his mouth down to her tummy, cock and balls. Back and forth he would gather up a tongue's-worth of her sperm and share a hot cum kiss with her. They moaned into each other's mouth as they shared her sweet cum.

When Jason was satisfied that he had gotten what semen he could, he went into the bathroom and got a warm, damp washcloth. Wiping around her cock and balls and across her tummy, he finished cleaning his lover by wiping off her hand that still had a thin sheen of cum and saliva. He tossed the washcloth on the floor and repositioned his sleepy lover properly on the bed. He turned off the light and the TV and he lay next to her, leaning over her, kissing her deeply.

They made out for some time after, exchanging caresses and an occasional 'I love you'. Somewhere near 2AM neither could stay awake no matter how hard they tried and they fell asleep in each other's arms to dream sweet dreams of love.

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!!

• XI: Extend-O-Vacation!

• XII: The Return of Suzie

• XIII: Jason, Scott and a Surprise

• XIV: A Morning Sexcursion and A Lonely Cowboy

• XV: Playtime with Uncle Phil

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