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 XVII: Moving Day!"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 14: Saturday

Jason woke up with a raging hardon and he was leaking precum; first, because his cock was firmly lodged in between Danielle's sweet, soft ass cheeks as they spooned, and second, because he had hot dreams about her most of the night. He took a quick look at his smartwatch and saw that it was 5:37AM. Danielle had set her phone the previous night to go off at 7AM, but he was horny as hell right now. He disengaged himself from his sleeping lover without disturbing her and made his way into the bathroom. He took a long piss and shook his semi-hard cock several times, removing any remaining droplets; it also served to make his cock harder.

He went back into the dimly-lit room, the sky outside the windows beginning to slowly brighten with the rising sun. He saw on the bed that Danielle had shifted her position while he was in the bathroom; now she was lying on her tummy with the sheets thrown aside. The dark blue satin robe she'd worn to bed only covered to her lower back; her sleeping face pointed toward the edge of the bed. He leaned over gently, supporting his weight by placing a hand on the headboard, and softly rubbed the damp tip of his cock along the length of her sweet lips. The combination of his slight stroking and the feeling of her soft lips on the tip of his cock were making him hotter. He watched as several droplets of precum coated his lover's lips, making them sticky and shiny. He watched as she unconsciously licked her lips gently with the tip of her tongue, transferring his sweet precum from her lips to her tongue. He continued to rub his cock on her lips, feeling her exhale rhythmically through her cute nose, the slight air current tingling his cockhead.

Suddenly, he felt her head move and he looked down to see her looking up at him through sleep-filled eyes.

"What are you doing?" she sleepily asked.

"I'm horny."

"Well, goodie for you," she said, settling her head back onto the pillow. "Do you know what time it is?"

"It's 5:49."

"It's too early," she said, grunting and closing her eyes.

"Didn't you sleep good enough?"

"How was I supposed to do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're weenie was in my buns all night, that's what I mean."

"That's where weenies are supposed to go."

She grunted sleepily at his logic.

"Come on, baby, you know you love it when I cum in your mouth."

"My throat is a bit sore."

"You asked for it."

"I did not."

"Did too. You're not gonna lay there and tell me you weren't secretly hoping I'd shove my cock in your mouth last night."

"Oh shut up."

"So no morning blowjob?" he asked as she grunted again and turned her head toward the window away from his leaking cock.

"Ask the little blonde in bookkeeping," she said, her words slightly muffled by the pillow she'd thrown over her head.

Jason knew that she was playing hard to get and he decided on trying a new tactic: he got on the bed between her slightly-open outstretched legs; placing his hands on her soft ass, he opened her ass, exposing her tight asshole. He leaned in and licked hotly at her winking anal ring. He heard muffled moans from under her pillow and he smiled to himself; he knew that given enough tonguing, she'd be begging for his cock. So he attacked her asshole rigorously with his tongue, alternating between licking her sweet hole to flicking the winking ring with the tip of his tongue.

"I hate you," she moaned from under her pillow, reaching back and grabbing his hair, pulling his face harder into the crack of her ass.

He knew she wasn't mad; she was getting turned on. She started a humping motion, first pushing her ass back into his face and then pressing her hard cock into the bed. He licked and sucked at her honey hole furiously, getting her more aroused by the second. He too, was incredibly turned-on; his cock was leaking precum freely and he felt it drip down the underside of his throbbing sex toy. Danielle humped the bed hotly as she gripped the bedsheet in her fists roughly; Jason felt neither of them could take much more, so he raised himself and positioned his stiff sex pole at her winking asshole.

He leaned on his hands and when Danielle raised her ass to start thrusting again into the bed, Jason pushed his cock forward, sliding it into her clenching rectum, feeling her anal ring grip his cock hotly. She moaned at the sexy invader to her love canal.

"Oh, Jason...I love your cock!"

Jason started fucking her steadily, hotly, as she pushed her ass back to meet his downward thrusts. Danielle threw the pillow aside and Jason leaned down, kissing all over her cheek and the side of her head as he continued to make Danielle squirm.

"Fuck...don't stop...c-cumming," she panted.

Suddenly, Danielle moaned, and she pushed her cock into the bed, cumming as she spewed another flood of cum, this time into the sheets. The clenching of her asshole and the repeated tightening and loosening of her ass cheeks as she came sent Jason over the edge and he fell head-first in the abyss of ecstasy. He envisioned his cock embedded in his lover's fuck hole, his large mushroom head flaring, followed by a torrent of white-hot sperm and filling up his lover's insides as his cock throbbed hotly inside her. His body slumped downward, on top of his panting lover, as he continued to push his cock in her bottom. They shook and shivered and panted and moaned; they relished the sensations of their mutual climax and they lay in a stack of relaxed bodies, cheek-to-cheek, breathing heavily in their post-orgasmic glow.

Jason was the first to move; he raised himself on his hands again, easing the pressure that he'd been exerting on Danielle. He kept his cock firmly in her ass even though it was softening.

"I love you," he said, kissing her cheek.

"I hate you," she said, smacking him in the head with the pillow that she'd previously tossed aside.

They laughed together and he lost balance and rolled to his left, his cock slipping out of Danielle's slimy asshole with ease, leaving a trail of sticky residue across her left ass cheek. He rested his head on her pillow and she turned her head to him and then kissed him deeply.

"Feel better?" she asked sarcastically.

"Much, thank you."

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Sure," he said, putting his arm over her and resting his face close to hers. He took a peek at his watch and saw that it was 6:10 and he figured the fifty minutes would probably do her good.

Jason didn't sleep, but he did watch Danielle as she dozed off. He watched her lovely face as she took slow, quiet, even breaths as she fell back to a level of extreme rest. He thought about how much had happened between them over the course of two weeks; he never knew anyone in his life that changed his life or had meant so much to him. Occasionally, he'd gently raise his arm off of her and then brush a hair out of her face or off her cheek with a fingertip. And sure, there were a few times she made him ill-at-ease, but those times she was trying to do something special for the person she loved: him. It wasn't her fault that his parents were domineering and made him feel that getting a gift from someone was something to be ashamed of or uneasy about. He'd learn to shake that aspect of his upbringing; he had to, she was too wonderful, unselfish and generous for him not to adapt.

He saw that it was getting close to seven o'clock and he gently contorted himself, leaning away from her momentarily to grab her phone. He shut off the alarm before it had a chance to wake her and he lightly dropped it on the floor behind him. She was sleeping peacefully and he decided to give her extra time; besides, they could always grab something to eat on the way and it wasn't going to take much time to bring her stuff to his place. So he felt she didn't need to get up right at the crack of 7AM. So he lay there for another half-hour, watching her sleep and thinking of all the amazing and loving things she'd done with, and for, him since they met. And it wasn't the money; she'd had him since the day they met when Danielle was nothing more than just a part-time T-Girl. Sure, the first day she gave him a hot blowjob as a tip for helping with her bags, and he'd always remember it, but what would always be in his mind was when he saw her for her true self that night when they had their first dinner. And the resulting lovemaking was special, too; but the vision of Danielle in black satin robe, lace bra and see-through panties was truly alluring. Added to that magnificent sight were her lace-topped thigh highs and black heels. He felt himself stirring at the memory.

He periodically checked his watch to make sure that time didn't get away. Close to 7:30 he started placing little kisses on her lips and cheeks. A few moments after, her eyes sleepily fluttered.

"Come on, baby, time to get up," he said, leaning and kissing her lips.

She groaned and stretched and groaned again.

Jason got up and put the lights on, filling the room with light where the brightening daylight couldn't reach. He made a quick call on the room phone and then rubbed her head gently a few times.

"It's seven-thirty, baby, I gave you an extra half-hour."

"Okay."

Jason went to Danielle's bags of clothing and pulled out for her an outfit suitable for the upcoming activities of the day. Then he pulled similar casual wear out of his backpack and dressed; it was a simple pair of jeans, white t-shirt and sneakers, but it'd be comfortable for the day.

"Come on, sleepyhead, no time to waste."

"I'm up."

"You're not up, you're horizontal."

"Oh shut up," she said, pushing a leg over the side of the bed.

It took her a few minutes, but Danielle eventually got both feet on the floor and trudged her way to the bathroom. She took a quick pee, gave herself a cleaning with a wet wipe removing any hint of Jason's early-morning fucking and rinsed her face. The splash of the cool water woke her up sufficiently and she went out and dressed in the outfit that Jason had picked out: denim shorts, white Atlantic City-branded t-shirt, ankle socks and her baby pink athletic shoes. She'd slipped into cotton bra and panties beforehand as Jason forgot that she'd might need underwear. After dressing, she went into the bathroom and did a light layer of makeup and lip gloss; then the two went around the room to make sure they'd gotten all their belongings, toiletries, etcetera. Jason took his four stacks of money and put them at the bottom of his backpack, under his uniform. Danielle opened her gift purse from the previous night to examine the contents as she'd hadn't had the time to actually investigate everything. In it, she discovered a selection of hotel-branded lotions, a pack of eight extra-long cigarettes and a book of matches, both elegantly labeled with the hotel's name and logo; there was also a small assortment of individually-wrapped chocolates and $1200 in chips.

"Oh, shit, I forgot about these," she said, taking them out and stacking them on the dresser.

"You're just rollin' in it, ain't you?"

"Here, you keep it," she said, handing him the stack of $100 chips.

"Me and my big mouth," he said sarcastically.

"It's gonna get you into trouble one of these days," she chuckled.

Danielle emptied the gift purse, tossing those items into one of her shopping bags. Then she removed everything from the safe; after wrapping each of the small-boxed diamond pieces of jewelry in several layers of toilet paper, she put them into the gift purse. She kept enough cash to put into her purse in case she needed it during the day and put the rest in the gift purse. Zipping it closed, she handed it to Jason.

"Darling, would you put this with your money?"

As Danielle was putting in a change of casual clothing and Suzie's stack of bills in her backpack, a knock on the door got their attention. Jason opened the door and Ian was there.

"Hey, Ian," Jason said, letting in the young man.

"Hey, Boss, I got the cart you ordered," he responded, entering just inside the door.

"Good morning, Ian," Danielle said. "It's nice to see you."

"Good morning, Miss," he said with a smile.

"Ian, just load up all the bags; Danielle's got a few dresses in the closet, but everything should be here," he said, gesturing towards the stack of bags on the floor.

"Right, Boss."

As Ian loaded up the luggage rack, starting with Danielle's dresses, the pair went around the room a second time going through drawers and such to make sure that she was not leaving anything behind. By the time Ian was done, Jason and Danielle verified that they'd gotten all her stuff. She had Jason put her purse in her backpack as she left a $20 tip and note for the cleaning staff.

"Shit!"

"What?" Jason asked, concerned.

"Forgot the stuff in the fridge," she said.

"I'll take care of it," he offered.

Jason went to Danielle's things by the door and consolidated a couple of bags. Then he emptied the refrigerator of the usable items that remained. The few items of leftover food that were still there he tossed into the garbage can by the dresser and tied up the bag. He put the bag on the luggage cart so he could throw it out on the way.

"Ian, take the cart outside, I'll pull my car around and we can load it up while Danielle checks out. And if you come across a trash can, ditch that one bag on the end."

"Okay, Boss," Ian answered before heading for the service elevator.

Danielle tossed her backpack over her shoulder, put her cowboy hat on and grabbed Tom's. Jason looped his backpack over a shoulder and waited for her in the corridor. She took one look around the room, turned out the lights and they were out the door.

Downstairs in the lobby, Danielle went straight for the desk while Jason went to fetch his car. Behind the desk was Jerry, a youngish man, near around the same age as Scott, 30-something. He had brown hair that came down slightly below his ears and he combed it back neatly, with a part in the middle. He had no facial hair, but wore a pair of square wire-frame glasses.

"Good morning, Miss, how can I help you?"

"I'm Danielle Stefani, I was occupying room 3912; I'm here to check out," she said, handing him the room keycards and her debit card.

"A moment, please," he said, punching her info into the computer. "Ah, Miss Stefani! I have a communique for you, one moment." Jerry disappeared into an office momentarily and came out; he handed the envelope to Danielle with a smile. The envelope was embossed with the hotel's name and address in the upper corner; neatly printed across the front was her name and room number. "You also have a parcel," he said, handing her a soft, brown-wrapped package about 12- inches square and a few inches thick.

"Thank you," she said, smiling warmly. She squeezed the package wondering what it could be.

"Now, about your bill," he said, hitting a few keys on the keyboard.

"What's the damage?" she chuckled as the printer came to life.

"Here you go, Miss Stefani," he said, handing her a sheet of paper with the dates listed that she'd been at the hotel. She couldn't help smiling a bit when she looked at the paper. "As per our Executive Officer Mr. Steele, your stay has been classified as company business, therefore there is no balance due," he informed her, handing back her debit card.

"Thank you, thank you very much. I'll have to send a thank you to Mr. Steele, as well."

"We hope to see you again, Miss Stefani," he said pleasantly.

"Thank you, take care," she said, smiling and walking toward the exit.

She left the lobby, heading down the stairs to the front of the hotel. Jason was down below loading her things into the trunk. Going into her backpack and putting away her debit card and receipt for her room in her purse, she then pulled out a $100-bill. When she got to the car, she handed Jason her backpack and he zipped it closed and tossed it in the trunk. Closing the trunk, he went around to get into the car.

"Thank you for your help, Ian," Danielle said, slipping him the $100 tip.

"Miss Stefani, this is a hundred dollars!"

She took a hand of Ian's in hers. "Ian, you're being so much more helpful than you realize, it's the least I can do. Thank you."

"Thank you, Miss Stefani."

"You'll be seeing us again a couple times today; we've got a lot to do."

"Good luck today," he said.

"Thank you, Ian."

She closed the door and Jason put the car in gear and pulled out onto Pacific Avenue. As traffic was light this early on a Saturday morning, they expected a quick round-trip to his apartment and back.

"I got a note here from Arthur."

"Arthur?"

"Mr. Steele," she said in mock-frustration.

"Oh, right," he chuckled, knowing full-well who Arthur was.

"Anyway-"

"Did you guys, you know..."

"Did we what?"

"You know..."

"Do I ask you what you do with the little blonde from bookkeeping?"

He laughed. "There is no little blonde in bookkeeping."

Danielle gave him a look that said she thought he was full of it.

"Okay, there may be a little blonde in bookkeeping, but I wouldn't be interested in her."

"Why not?"

"Because I have you."

"Ugh, I walked right into that one."

They laughed together for a bit as Jason navigated toward his apartment.

"Can we be serious now?" she asked.

"Yes, dear."

She gave him a mock-stern look through half-slitted eyes, "You wait 'til later, Mister."

"Let's be serious," he said, grinning.

"Anyway, as I was going to say, I have an envelope here from Mr. Steele. Two things are for you: one, is a form letter that you're to fill out and make a bid to get the contract for doing the promo pictures. The other, is a letter authorizing you to use any hotel or casino location, at your discretion, to take samples to submit with your bid."

"Cool. What's for you?"

"A note."

"What's it say?"

"Nosy, geez," she chuckled, shaking the paper loudly several times to tease him. "It says 'thank you for a wonderful evening and your friendship. I hope you don't mind, but I made your stay with us company business, so there's no charge. Anytime you want to stay with us, let me know and I'll make the proper arrangements. Also, the package you received with this note is a uniform that I'd like you to wear when Jason takes the sample shots around the hotel and casino. Love always, Arthur.' And he wrote in his personal phone number for me," she said, then putting away the letters and form back in the envelope.

"Wow, nice."

"Very. He's quite wonderful, you know."

Jason pulled into his parking lot and came to a stop in his assigned spot. Slipping their backpacks on, Jason took as many bags in his hands as he could; Danielle got the rest, plus her dresses. They wasted no time in getting all her stuff up into his apartment, though they did spend several minutes hiding his money and her jewelry. After securing the door, they made their way out down to the car. With their backpacks on the rear seat, Jason pulled back out onto the road and headed for the Starr.

Ten minutes later, Jason pulled his car into the employee parking deck.

"What?" he asked, turning off the car as he noticed Danielle was looking at him.

"Wanna fuck me in the back seat?" she asked playfully.

He couldn't hold off laughing; he leaned over and kissed her. "You're too much."

"Well, ya wanna?" she looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Maybe later, we don't have time right now."

"Okay!" she said happily, getting out of the car. Opening the back door, she reached in and grabbed their backpacks and Tom's hat. "Carry this for me, darling?" she asked, handing him her backpack.

"Jesus! What do you have in here?" he gasped, slinging it over a shoulder.

"Quit being a baby. It's just a change of clothes, my purse and Suzie's, um, gift."

"Feels like a ton of bricks," he teased.

"Oh shut up."

They entered the lobby, it was 8:30 and there was no sign of the rest of 'The Crew', though she did see Arthur Steele further down the counter talking to Jerry with another well-dressed man. This time, Steele was dressed professionally again in a black, gray pin-striped suit, black shoes, white dress shirt and dark blue tie. Danielle couldn't help getting a bit of a tingle in her panties looking at him, recalling what they'd shared together the previous night.

"Hold this," she said, handing him Tom's cowboy hat quickly.

"That, too? Geez," he grunted.

"Shush, it's Mr. Steele. Why not wait for me by the lounge chairs, honey?"

"Sure."

Danielle walked along the counter and Steele caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. Concluding his discussion with Jerry, Steele turned and approached her, smiling warmly. Figuring he'd want to lean in and kiss her, she tilted the cowboy hat back on her head, unintentionally making her look lots more adorable.

"Danielle, my sweet, it's good to see you," Steele said, leaning in and kissing her lips lovingly.

"Good morning, darling," she said, taking his hands in hers.

"Nice hat," he said, smiling. "You look very cute."

"Thank you," she said, doing a slight curtsey. "$8.95 on the boardwalk, if you want one," she said playfully.

He laughed as he continued to hold her hands. "Oh, no, thank you, honey, I wouldn't look anywhere near as cute as you do."

The second well-dressed man approached and stood next to Steele. He appeared to be the same age as Steele, 50-something, but his hair was mostly all gray, with a few black streaks in it. He looked sharp in his gray suit, black shoes and white dress shirt; his black tie was clasped with a large diamond tie clip.

"Danielle, this is Ellston Vance, Executive Administrator of the Philadelphia location. Ellston, this is Miss Stefani, my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Vance," she said, offering her hand.

"Likewise, Miss Stefani," he said, shaking her hand. "Girlfriend, Arthur? Don't you mean 'Mistress'?" he chuckled, eyeing Steele.

"Danielle's more than that to me, Ellston. 'Mistress' suggests she's a kept-woman, but she's quite independent. And our feelings for each other go much deeper than that. And Abigail knows all about Danielle."

"I meant no disrespect, of course."

"None taken," she said.

"Danielle, word came down this morning that Ellston has been promoted to the top position in Philadelphia, I've been promoted here."

"Congratulations, darling," she said, kissing him. "And to you, Mr. Vance."

"Thank you," he said warmly. "Well, I should be heading up to the pad; lots of things to do in the new location. It was nice meeting you, Miss Stefani."

"Same here, Mr. Vance."

"Arthur, I'll contact you as soon as I'm settled."

"Alright. Have a good flight."

With a small wave and a smile, Vance left for the flight deck.

"Good luck with Tara's move today, Danielle," Steele said.

"Thank you, darling. Everyone should be showing up shortly, I'll keep you posted." She took his hands in hers. "And thank you for settling my bill, you're so sweet," she said, then leaned up and kissed him.

"Well, it was the least I could do for someone special to me. And Abigail sends her best and was very happy that you were comfortable being with me and that you enjoyed yourself."

"You spoke with her?"

"This morning; don't forget, they're six hours ahead of us," he chuckled.

"What did you tell her?"

"Everything."

"Everything?" she asked, worried.

"Except the naughty bits," he chuckled.

"Whew..." she chuckled.

"Though I'm sure she could figure it out. But don't worry, everything's fine."

Behind Steele, Danielle saw Tara and Trevor enter the lobby and make their way toward Jason.

"Honey, Tara's here, so I should go. I'll send you a text during the day, if I can."

"Alright, love. It was good seeing you. Say hello to everyone for me."

"I will, and congratulations again on getting the top spot," she said, smiling.

"Thank you, love," he said, then leaned down and kissed her. "Maybe we can do a celebration dinner soon, just the two of us."

"I'd love that. I'll be in touch soon, darling. Oh, is it okay if I tell Jason on your promotion?"

"Of course, darling."

They kissed once more, lingering this time, and then they separated and went their own ways.

As Danielle walked toward her friends, she took a peek and saw that Steele was looking at her as he approached the area for the elevators; she threw him a little wave and a smile and before he disappeared, he sent her a smile as well.

"Good morning, sweetie," she said to Tara, taking the redhead in her arms.

"Good morning, Danielle."

They shared a hug and a kiss and the Jason greeted Tara as Danielle gave Trevor a warm welcome.

"Mr. Steele wanted me to say hello and good luck," she told them.

"Lots of kissing was going on over there," Jason said, tilting his head once to where Steele and Danielle were talking.

"Oh shut up."

Tara and Trevor chuckled at Danielle's comment.

"Just sayin'."

"He was happy to see me, and he said it was okay to tell you he got promoted."

"Very cool, where to?"

"Well, here. That other guy you saw was promoted from here to take over Philadelphia. Arthur got promoted to the top spot here."

"Nice!"

"But keep it to yourself, I'm not sure if there has to be an official announcement. But he said it was okay to tell you."

"Cool. I'm happy for him."

"Me too," she said to Jason. Then to Tara: "How are you this morning, honey?"

"I dunno, kinda nervous still," she said, taking hold of Trevor's hand.

"Don't worry about a thing," Jason said, "we've got you covered."

"It's 8:45 now, so after a couple more people show, we'll be on our way. Sometimes waiting for something is worse than actually doing it," Danielle told her.

They spent a few minutes chatting about the weather and the choice of clothing they all wore. Tara was dressed similarly to Danielle in shorts, t- shirt, socks and sneakers; Trevor was in a t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, socks and trainers. They were just beginning to discuss breakfast when Tom came in.

"Hey, mornin', guys,"

"Good morning, honey."

They all exchanged hellos, handshakes and hugs and Danielle took the hat from Jason.

"You forgot this, pardner," she said, putting the hat on Tom's head.

They all laughed and Tom slapped her playfully on the bottom. Just then they heard a familiar voice.

"Hey now, no horseplay in the lobby!"

Turning to go greet Scott, Danielle said, "Hi, Scott, glad you could make it."

Danielle was then slightly shocked; behind Scott walked Kathy, she looked gorgeous in her white short-shorts, blue tank top, white socks and light blue athletic shoes.

"Let me just drop this off at the desk and we can go," Scott said, holding up a backpack.

"Hi, Kathy," Danielle said.

"Hi, can I go along? Scott said it was important."

Danielle hugged Kathy warmly. "Thank you, honey. Tara will appreciate it very much. Come, I'll introduce you."

Danielle brought Kathy over and introduced her to those who didn't know her. A moment later, Scott came back and the group was assembled.

"How are we going to run this?" Jason asked.

"I was tellin' Danielle the other night, that the little lady an' Trevor can ride with me," Tom said.

"Guess we're with you and Kathy then, Scott."

"Sounds good."

"See?" Danielle asked Tara softly, "we got you covered."

Tara nodded happily, teary-eyed, genuinely touched at the support of people she'd only recently met. "Thank you, everyone," she said softly.

They all responded with caresses, pats on her back and a couple of quick hugs.

"Now, let's meet at the Quick Mart before we get on the Expressway. We'll get a bunch of drinks and snacks and then get on the road."

Scott and Tom nodded in agreement; a few minutes later, they piled into their respective rides and made their way out of the parking deck.

"Just get what you need for the ride; I can always run for lunch later," Danielle said as they all went to enter the Baltic Avenue location of Quick Mart.

They spent several minutes gathering a selection of coffees, teas and juices; they also grabbed some buttered bagels and rolls and a few with cream cheese.

After paying the tab, Danielle grabbed Scott and Tom: "Here," she said, handing each of the guys several bills, "for tolls. Tom, when we get up there, you just head to Tara's; she'll tell you how to get there. Scott will follow me and Jason after we get the truck and we'll meet you."

After separating the snacks for each car, they all climbed back in the vehicles and got on the A.C. Expressway. Ten minutes later, they took the exit for the Garden State Parkway for their trek north.

The drive north was uneventful...well, mostly. Ten minutes after they finished their drinks, Kathy reached over and started rubbing Scott's cock; five minutes after that she took it out and she leaned over, with a little difficulty, and took his nearly-hard cock in her mouth. For five minutes, Jason and Danielle watched as Kathy bobbed her head hotly in Scott's lap. Soon after, Jason had Danielle's shorts and panties around her ankles and her cock in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned.

"Oh, God," Scott moaned.

"Uhn...you're gonna need him if you crash the car," she said humping into Jason's mouth, moaning.

"Don't worry...uhn...I'm used to this."

For the next dozen-and-a-half miles, the sounds inside the car were a combination of the droning of the wheels on the pavement, Kathy's gagging, Jason's slurping and Scott's and Danielle's panting and moaning. Scott had one hand on the wheel, the other on the back of Kathy's head; periodically, he'd grab her hair and move her head as if he was using a plunger. Danielle on the other hand, was caressing Jason's back with one hand and caressing his head with the other. Scott and Danielle were lost in the pleasure that their partners were giving them, albeit, Scott did manage to pay attention to the road. As Danielle could afford to, she rested her head back on the seat and closed her eyes, enjoying the hot blowjob that Jason was giving her. She shivered when he swirled his tongue around the head of her cock, slurping her sweet T-Girl precum as it oozed out into his mouth. She stopped caressing his back, but the hand on Jason's head gripped tighter as she got closer to the exit of Ecstasy Highway. There was a sudden moan and a violent gagging from the front seat; Scott unloaded into Kathy's mouth; she gagged and choked at the forcefulness of his ejaculation, but managed after a moment to dislodge his cock from her throat so she could swallow his hot sperm.

Danielle moaned an "oh, Jason!", stiffened and gripped his hair roughly; a second later, she erupted a large load of T-Girl sperm in his willing mouth. She held his head and pumped as best she could into his mouth for each throb and spurt of her hard cock. Jason was caught off-guard momentarily; firstly, because of her intense orgasm and secondly, he didn't think she'd have such a large load seeing as she'd cum earlier that morning. But he recovered quickly to swallow all of her sweet sperm as she shuddered and shivered. Her grip on his head lessened as he swiped his lips up her cock, collecting the remnants of her cum, before taking his mouth off her sensitive sex stick. Even though there was no more cum forthcoming, her cock continued to throb and pulsate as Jason kissed and lightly licked her sweet lollipop for several minutes more.

"Oh, honey, that's good, no more," she panted as she shivered with each delicate touch of his tongue. "Too sensitive," she said breathlessly, lifting his head away from her cock.

She kissed him deeply, tasting herself in his mouth; they moaned together at the intimacy of it. Jason sat back in his seat as Danielle leaned her head back on the seat again, eyes closed, regaining herself.

"Damn, that was hot," Jason said, still slightly out of breath.

"I'll take care of you, just give me a minute," she said, catching her breath.

"Later," he said, smiling devilishly at her. "Deal?"

"Deal," she said smiling, looking over at him.

Almost fully-recovered, Danielle saw that Kathy was sitting properly back in her seat, but her hand was resting in Scott's lap. Jason leaned down and helped Danielle get her panties and shorts back into place, though she did leave the shorts unbuttoned as she wasn't completely soft yet.

Scott popped on some music and they all chilled for the rest of the ride; Danielle and Jason held hands in the back seat. Eventually, they left the Garden State Parkway for Route 9 North to Englishtown. A half-hour later, Tom turned right to go to Tara's, Scott turned left to head for the truck rental lot.

They arrived at the rental company a bit before 11AM and there were still a few trucks waiting to be taken. Kathy got out and shielded Danielle from anyone's view so she could fasten her shorts. Danielle dug out her purse from her backpack and then she and Jason went to the office, but the door was locked.

"Looks like they don't open until noon," Jason said, looking at the posted hours, trying to see if the door would open anyway.

"I guess we have to do everything online," she added.

As Danielle went into her purse for her phone, Jason said, "My only concern is all that stuff you bought."

"Well, if it isn't already loaded in the truck I'll just get a refund."

"But we'd still need boxes and stuff."

"If needed, we could always go to a store."

She logged into her account on the company's website and went through the steps to claim her truck; this included taking pictures of Jason and his driver's license. Once those images were submitted, Danielle received a text reply that her truck was NC167 and was ready. The text also gave her a passcode and instructed her to go to the key cabinet by the office door. Entering the passcode, one of the small doors clicked open and she took out the key for the truck. Closing the key cabinet, they went over to truck NC167.

"Can you get our backpacks, sweetie?"

As Jason went to get their packs, Danielle opened the doors, airing out the cab as it had gotten a bit warm. Jason came over and put their bags in the front and walked with Danielle to the back. Standing at the door, she noticed that Jason was standing there looking as well.

"It's not gonna open by mental telepathy," she teased.

"Why me?"

"You're the muscle, I'm the bank. Now get a move on," she chuckled.

Jason stuck his tongue out at her before he heaved open the large door. Inside the truck, neatly stacked, were all the accessories that she'd ordered. Taking a few minutes to make sure the list was complete, she then climbed down from the deck and Jason reclosed the door. As required by the text instructions, Danielle took pictures of all sides of the truck, thus documenting any previous damage that it may have incurred. Submitting the images, she went over to Scott and told him that everything was good and that he should get ready to follow. Jason jumped into the driver's seat and Danielle took shotgun. Entering Tara's address on her phone GPS, Jason eased off of the lot for a quick 10-minute ride.

Turning onto Tara's street, they could see Tom's jeep parked at the curb outside a block of two-story apartments. There were several look-alike buildings in the area that were part of the same rental group, but it wasn't an apartment complex like you would run into in the Midwestern United States where most, if not all complexes, had names and entry gates. As they pulled up behind Tom, the three friends got out of the jeep; Scott pulled past and parked in front of Tom. Jason got out and Danielle soon followed, slipping her phone in her back pocket. Jason made sure the cab doors were locked and Danielle motioned to their friends to meet them at the back of the moving van.

Jason flung open the large door once again and he pulled the ramp from under the truck, locking the top into the deck of the cargo area. Moments later, a white SUV pulled up behind the moving van. Everyone broke out into smiles when the driver jumped out.

"I'm not late! I'm not late!" Suzie exclaimed playfully as she closed her door and came over to the group. She'd planned on helping her young friend and she had dressed for the occasion in a powder blue tank top, white shorts and athletic shoes.

"Hi, Suzie," Danielle said, warmly.

"Hiya," she replied, kissing Danielle quickly on the cheek. "Be right with everyone," she added. Suzie went over and took the surprised Tara in her arms, hugging her tightly and giving her several quick kisses on her cheek and head. She took Tara's chin in her hand, turning the happy T-Girl's face toward hers. "You didn't think I'd miss this, did you?"

Tara kissed Suzie quickly on the lips, hugging the tall blonde T-Girl tightly. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Taking her arms from around Tara, Suzie then went and gave hugs to Danielle, Jason and Scott and then shook hands with Kathy and Trevor. Then she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"What about me, darlin'?"

She'd not previously seen Tom standing behind everyone in her haste to get to Tara; she went over and gave her boyfriend a very long, very deep kiss that made the rest of the group hoot and howl.

"Save it for later!"

"Get a room!"

"Not in public!"

They all had a genuine laugh and then Danielle made the rounds and introduced everyone to everyone else.

"We can rejoice more later, but we have a big task ahead of us," she said.

"Darlin? Ya mind if I head things up since I'm the oldest among ya young folk?"

"Of course not, Tom, please, be the Trail Boss," she said, winking at him.

The others got a chuckle out of Danielle's choice of words. After getting another playful slap from Tom on her ass, she showed them the accessories in the truck.

"Wow, that's a lot of stuff!" Tara said excitedly.

"Well, I wanted to make sure you had what you needed. Now, let's go inside. You have your key ready?"

"Yeah," the young T-Girl said nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll be there," she said, caressing Tara's arm. "Tom, would you escort us, in case there's extra trouble?"

"I'll be right behind ya, darlin'."

"Be right back, guys."

The three started up the walkway.

"Hey, wait for me," Suzie said.

"Me too," said Jason. "Be right back, guys," he said to Scott, Kathy and Trevor.

The group covered the walkway to the door in no time. Tara approached a door marked with '12-6' and put they key in the door. She opened the door and stepped inside; Danielle and Tom followed, then Suzie and Jason.

Inside, a smallish girl, 5' 6"-or so in her mid-20s with her dirty- blonde hair in a ponytail, walked from the large picture window toward the group. She was wearing a dark football jersey over a pair of shorts; her feet were bare.

"What the hell is this? Who the hell are you people?"

Tara remained quiet, retreating closely to Tom and Suzie. Jason came around to stand behind Danielle.

"You must be Darla. We're Tara's friends and she's moving out," Danielle said matter-of-factly. "Any more questions?"

"You can't move out!" she said loudly toward Tara.

"Yes, she can, and she's is."

"You little bitch-"

Darla made a move toward the timid Tara, but she never got far. Suzie got in her way and pushed on Darla's chest while sticking a foot behind Darla's feet. Instead of backing up, Darla tipped backward, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud as her ass slammed down hard. Suzie reached down; Darla raised her arms, thinking an attack was coming, but all the tall blonde did was to pick up the cowering girl by the front of her jersey and shoved her down onto the couch.

"Don't try anything or you get it three ways to Sunday," Suzie said, pointing a finger very close to Darla's face.

Suzie backed off as Danielle came over and leaned down on the arm of the couch, looking at Darla's unhappy face. "I'm going to say this one time," she began quietly and calmly, "Tara is done with you and she's moving out today. You will leave her alone, forever; she wants nothing to do with you. You will not try to find her or try to contact her. If you do, so help me, I'll make one phone call." Danielle then leaned in to Darla and whispered something in her ear. The rest of the group watched as all color drained from her face. Then Danielle backed away, "Do I make myself clear, Darla?"

All the girl could do was nod meekly a few times.

"Tom, take over? I'm going to go over to the rental office with Tara. The only thing you need to do with Darla is get her to look at what's been being packed so she can't say we stole her stuff."

"Right, darlin'. Tara, where's your room at?"

Tara showed Tom where her private living space was located. "In here, Tom."

"Anythin' o' hers in there?"

"Maybe some clothes, she does have her own apartment; she stays here on-and-off. The only furniture in the apartment that's mine is my bed, the dresser and the desk which are all in my room, the rest came with the apartment."

"Okay. Suzie, wanna stay here an' keep watch? I'll get the rest o' the crew goin'."

"Okay, baby," she said, keeping a stern eye on Darla.

"Darla, give me your key, I'm turning it in," Danielle said. Darla begrudgingly took the copy of Tara's apartment key off her key ring and handed it to Danielle. "Come on, sweetie," Danielle said, taking Tara's hand.

Danielle and Tara walked hand-in-hand through a cluster of apartment blocks and a couple of small, tree-covered grassy areas where residents could lounge on the grass, effectively having a picnic of sorts. As they walked, Tara mentioned to Danielle that she'd previously confided in one of the office workers about her transition and the trouble with Darla; the agent's name was Shelley and she'd become a good friend, someone that Tara could talk to. They approached a two-story structure that by all outward appearances looked just like the rest of the units that housed apartments. This building however, housed the rental office as well as a couple of flats that were used for showing. The office was on the first floor and Danielle nudged Tara forward slightly so the young T-Girl would be the first to enter the office.

"Here, put this in your pocket," Danielle said, giving Tara the key she'd taken from Darla.

The office was basically a two-bedroom apartment converted to an office space; there were four desks situated around what would be the living room and dining room. Unlike Tara's apartment, this main living space was covered in a rich, cream-colored carpet. Behind the desks were several filing cabinets. Various racks were filled with brochures and other types of office supplies.

The door closed quietly behind the two T-Girls; one of the desks was occupied by a young woman almost thirty years old. Her brown hair was pulled back neatly in a bun, the length of her hair cascading down the back of her neck. She had a kind smile on her face as she talked on the phone. She took notice of Danielle and Tara and smiled a bit more, raising a finger to let them know that she'd be with them shortly. The young woman sat comfortably at her desk in a red, short-sleeved collared shirt; as Danielle could see the woman's hosed-covered legs under the desk, she surmised the woman was wearing shorts or a skirt. Her legs were crossed comfortably at her ankles, her black shoes off and lying nearby.

She hung up the phone, pushed her chair back and got up. "Tara, you're looking lovely."

"Thank you, Shelley," Tara responded, approaching the chair next to the desk.

"It's been awhile since I have seen you," Shelley said, taking Tara's hands in hers.

"I've been on vacation. And I recently decided to go full-time."

"That's great to hear. Have a seat, what can I do for you?" she asked as she and Tara sat down.

"Shelley, this is my best friend Danielle Stefani."

"Danielle, it's nice to meet you," she said, offering her hand.

"Likewise, Shelley," she said, shaking the young woman's hand.

"Now what's up?" she said to Tara, "you seem a bit upset."

Danielle stood behind Tara, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Tara had an unpleasant run-in with Darla," Danielle offered, caressing Tara's head lovingly.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Tara," Shelley said, covering a hand of Tara's with hers. "I wish I could help."

"Well, it won't happen again as Tara is moving out today, that's why we are here," Danielle said.

"I see."

"I have the keys here," Tara offered, taking them out of her pocket.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the authority to break leases; that would have to come from the top. And that wouldn't be until Monday."

"Could I just pay the balance?" Tara asked.

"The remainder of the lease, you mean?"

Tara nodded in the affirmative.

"I can have a Cashier's Check for you today, but if not, Monday the latest," Danielle offered.

"That would keep things square. Let me pull up your account, Tara."

"Sweetie, why not find out details, I'll be right back, I want to make a call. And hang onto your keys for now."

Tara nodded, smiling sweetly up at Danielle.

Danielle exited the office and stood on the small cement porch; she did a few quick searches on her phone, then opened the phone app and dialed a number. After getting all the information she needed, she turned her phone off and went back into the office.

"Danielle, I only have three months left on my lease," Tara said as she watched Danielle take her spot behind the young T-Girl's chair.

"Tara's rent is one-thousand a month. Now, she does have a deposit on file for fifteen-hundred dollars, but that would be refunded within 30 days after vacating the apartment," Shelley said.

"So a payment of three-thousand will close out Tara's obligation, correct? There won't be any penalties involved?"

"No. Since she'll be basically paying rent in advance and giving proper notice as far as vacating the apartment, the account will be designated paid- in-full."

"Alright, Shelley, how long will you be open?"

"I'm here until four."

"We'll see you back in an hour or so. Thanks for your understanding," Danielle said, offering her hand to the pretty brunette.

Shelley got up to once again shake hands with Danielle. Tara got up and received a warm hug from Shelley before the two T-Girl friends left the office.

Back at the apartment, Danielle and Tara saw that things were progressing; there were a handful of packed boxes inside the truck and several more curbside, waiting to go into the truck. Trevor came out carrying a box and placed it with the others.

"How's it going, Trevor?" Danielle asked.

"Pretty good. We boxed up a bunch of stuff from Tara's room, her pillows and sheets, some books and figurines. Scott and Jason will start bringing out the bed in a moment."

As if on cue, the door opened fully and the three watched as Jason and Scott maneuvered Tara's bed through the doorway and down the path. They eased past and leaned the mattress against the truck.

"Why not load that right in?" Danielle asked.

"We're gonna put the big stuff in last so when we get to storage, it'll be the first to go in," Jason replied.

"Ah, makes sense."

"Is everything okay, baby?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna have to leave you for a while."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, love, I just need to go to the bank so we can close out Tara's lease. Would you get my purse from the truck? You're a doll."

After retrieving Danielle's purse from the cab of the truck, all five friends walked up the path and into the apartment.

"Hey, Tom...Suzie," Danielle called out, gesturing them to follow her outside. "I'll be back soon, sweetie," she said into Tara's ear, hugging the girl tightly.

Outside the door, Danielle gathered Tom and Suzie.

"Tom, I need to go to the bank; Suzie, I'll need a ride."

"Okay, darlin'. We're doin' pretty good, still a ways ta go, but we're gettin' it."

"Any trouble from Darla?"

"Nope."

"Have one of the guys make up a few boxes for her to put her stuff in, she'll need to get out today."

"Awfully charitable, aren't you?" Suzie teased.

"I'll only be a bitch if she presses the issue, but you have to admit, eight people bursting through the door to move out her ex-boyfriend has to be a shock."

"True."

"We'll be back as soon as we can, Tom," Danielle said, kissing his cheek.

"Later, baby," Suzie said before she gave him a deep mouth kiss.

"Later, ladies," he drawled, watching them walk down the path.

At the foot of the path, Danielle exclaimed, "Oh, shit!"

"What?" Suzie asked.

Danielle called to Tom to have Jason come to open the cab of the truck. Danielle went into her backpack for a few moments, closed the door and kissed Jason deeply. Then she looped her arm in Suzie's and they made their way to Suzie's SUV.

"Where's your purse?" Danielle asked.

"In my car," Suzie answered as she hit the button on her fob that unlocked the doors.

Closing the doors and buckling themselves in, Danielle told Suzie where she needed to drive.

"And maybe we can pick up some food on the way back for the crew."

"Sounds good," Suzie agreed, starting the vehicle.

Danielle went into her purse for a moment and tossed Suzie her gift. It landed squarely on the blonde's cloth-covered cock.

"That's for you."

"What the fuck?!"

"A little something for you," Danielle said before she pulled the surprised Suzie to her, giving her a long, deep kiss.

Still shocked, Suzie asked, "Do you know how much this is?"

"Of course I know how much it is," she chuckled. "I'll tell you all about it sometime, but I won a poker game when I was out with Mr. Steele last night. I gave one to Tara, too."

"What are we gonna do with you?"

"Take me to bed sometime," she said, smiling slyly.

"You're crazy."

"Yup. Now put that away and let's get going. And don't put it in the bank. Like I told Tara, you don't want to have to explain it."

"Gotcha," Suzie said, stuffing the stack of $100s into her purse.

Suzie zipped her purse, slid it under her seat and put the SUV in gear, pulling away from the curb.

An hour later, the two returned to Tara's. The majority of the time wasn't spent at the bank; that took all but about 15 minutes, nor was it the driving time. What took the pair so long, was that Danielle had Suzie pull into a burger joint on Route 9 and she bought lunch for the entire group. Afterwards, they stopped at a convenience store and bought a load of drinks. They carried the bags into the apartment and set them on the kitchen counters.

"We were about to go look for you," Scott piped in.

"Oh, we were fine," Suzie said. "Genius here thought about getting lunch, but didn't think to call ahead."

"Nobody's perfect," Danielle said, shrugging her shoulders and sticking a tongue out at Suzie.

"You know what you can do with that tongue," Suzie teased.

"Maybe later," Danielle quipped. "Tom, control your girlfriend."

"With pleasure," he said, grinning and squeezing Suzie's ass.

"Tom!"

"Children, play nice," Danielle teased.

A round of chuckles went through the group of friends.

"Tom, Tara and I need to go back to the rental office. Can you get everyone squared away with lunch? There's an assortment of burgers, cheeseburgers, fries, some chicken sandwiches and a few salads. And there's a ton of drinks to choose from." She leaned in and whispered in Tom's ear, "Has Darla been behaving?"

"Other than giving Tara a bunch o' dirty looks, not so much as a peep."

"Okay, let Darla join in with lunch, if she wants, it wouldn't be fair to eat in front of her and not offer anything to her."

"Right, darlin'," he said.

"But still keep an eye on her, I don't trust her."

"I get it."

"Come on, sweetie," she said, taking hold of Tara's hand once again.

"Almost, honey," Danielle said as the made their way through the paths. "Soon, this will all be behind you."

"Thank you, Danielle," Tara said, smiling softly. "You're the bestest friend ever."

"You're worth all the trouble and more," she said as they walked up the steps onto the porch.

Tara took Danielle in an embrace and kissed her deeply.

"Thank you for helping me," she said, teary-eyed.

"You're welcome, baby. Now, come on, inside," she said, patting the young T-Girl's bottom softly.

They entered and Shelley was at her desk, on the phone again with another client. They waited patiently as the young brunette conducted her business thoroughly but quickly.

Finishing her call and hanging up, Shelley waved the two T-Girls over, smiling warmly. Tara sat in the seat next to the desk and Danielle stood behind her. Shelley opened a manila folder and pulled out a few pieces of paper.

"I have a few forms for you to sign, Tara."

"Alright."

"Now, remember, you signed these before you came out to me, so sign accordingly."

"Oh, yes, thank you for reminding me."

"This first form is your 30-day notice. Just print your name in the space there and sign below. I back-dated this to the first of the month, so your official vacate date is the end of the month proper instead of running into the middle of August."

Tara read over the form quickly then filled out and signed, in her male name, in the appropriate spaces.

Taking the completed form, Shelley placed the second sheet of paper in front of Tara.

"This form is for your security deposit. You'll see the amount you gave us and this explains that you'll be refunded after any damages have been deducted, though I would think there won't be any."

"No," Tara said, shaking her head softly.

"Just initial that you reviewed this and enter a forwarding address so we know where to send the check."

"Tara will be staying with me," Danielle said, going into her purse and pulling out her driver's license, handing it to Tara.

"That's great. Just enter Danielle's address and your phone number."

After the second form was complete, Shelley placed the third packet of papers on the desk.

"This is your rental agreement that you signed with us. On the last page, enter July 1st as the date, sign it under the section that you're vacating the premises and pay your balance. I'll countersign the form and give you a receipt; then all that's left is for you to surrender the keys."

Danielle pulled the Cashier's Check from her purse as Tara signed the form. Taking the check from Danielle, Shelley gave it a glance to make sure it was made out properly and that the correct amount was printed on the face. She signed the form below Tara's signature; she then placed the stack of forms in a photocopier and made copies as she made out the receipt for the check. Gathering the copies, she stamped each page with the rental company's imprint and address and enclosed them in a manila envelope; then she gave it, and the receipt, to Tara.

"Keep these for your records," she said.

Tara handed over her keys and the process was complete.

"Thank you, Shelley, for everything," Tara said, getting up.

Shelley stood up and embraced Tara, giving the T-Girl a very warm hug.

"Do take care of yourself, Tara. I'm sorry to see you go, but I do understand. Good luck to you," she told her, as several tears fell from Tara's eyes; the young T-Girl sad at the unfortunate goodbye. "Keep in touch."

"Thank you," she said softly, wiping at her eyes.

"Thank you, Shelley," Danielle said, shaking the young woman's hand again. "We appreciate all your help."

"Anytime, Danielle. Take care."

Danielle took Tara's paperwork and the two T-Girls left the office and made their way back to the apartment in silence.

As the girls arrived back at the truck, Trevor was coming down the ramp after loading in a few of Tara's boxes.

"Everything okay?" he asked, seeing Tara's reddish eyes.

"She's just a bit upset at saying goodbye, Trevor. Why not take Tara for a bit of a walk for a while, we'll take care of packing."

"Okay, Danielle. Come on, baby," he said, putting an arm around her waist and walking slowly down the sidewalk. Danielle watched Tara slip an arm around Trevor and rest her head on his shoulder as they walked away slowly. Danielle made her way back inside and there was a flurry of activity happening; boxes were being prepped, packed, sealed and labeled. Danielle saw that the couch had been moved in front of the front windows to allow the entire floor area to be used as a staging/packing area and several boxes were in the middle of the room, ready to go. Darla was off on the couch, keeping to herself, sorting and packing what little belongings of hers that had been stacked on the sofa.

Tom came out of Tara's bedroom and placed a box on the floor to be labeled and sealed.

"How's it going, honey?" Danielle asked.

"Pretty good, we're gettin' there. Everythin' okay?"

"Yeah, we just closed out the lease and turned in the keys."

"Where's the little darlin' at?"

"Trevor took her for a little walk, she was a bit upset at saying goodbye to her friend in the office."

"Understandable."

"So, where do you want me?"

"Well, Scott an' Jason are takin' care of Tara's desk an' stuff, Kathy an' Suzie are goin' through the closet. Why not take Kathy an' go through the kitchen?"

"Sounds good."

For the next hour, the Crew sorted and packed all of Tara's belongings. As it turned out, nobody took a lunch break; they all basically ate 'on the run'. Tara and Trevor returned from their walk; Tara was visibly better and Tom had the pair concentrate on taking the finished boxes and loading them into the truck. Jason and Scott finished emptying Tara's desk drawers, packing and labeling the boxes accordingly. Then they taped the drawers shut and carried the desk to the side of the truck. Suzie made good work going through Tara's dresser and closet, folding and packing the clothes and keeping those items needing hanging, separate. She had a special box for those items where they could be packed securely, but still be hanging so they did not get wrinkled.

Kathy and Danielle made good progress in the kitchen, wrapping and packing the small collection of dishes and pans that Tara had accumulated. Then they set their task on the refrigerator and freezer.

"Sweetie," Danielle called over to Tara.

"Yes, Danielle?" Tara responded, walking over to the kitchen.

"Since you won't be needing any of this food, I was thinking that Suzie take it, if she has the room. That alright with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Could you go get her for me?"

Tara nodded and disappeared around the corner to her bedroom. A moment later, Suzie came around.

"You rang?"

"Question for you: do you have room at home for a bunch of fridge and freezer items?"

"Sure."

"Alright, we'll pack it up. You don't live far, right?"

"Fifteen minutes, tops."

"Okay, I'll have Tara let you know when it's ready."

Suzie went back into the bedroom and Tara hung by as Danielle and Kathy emptied the refrigerator and the freezer. Some items Tara said could be tossed in the trash; other items she told the two which had been used or used very little but could still be kept. A small box of TV dinners and frozen vegetables were packed and sealed, keeping them cold. Tara went and got Suzie again.

"It won't be long; I'll take Tara with me to get it done faster."

"Okay, drive safe," Danielle said.

Suzie and Tara each took a box of the packed foodstuffs and headed out the door. Tom came in soon after and came over to Danielle.

"Where're the girls headin'?"

"Over to Suzie's real quick to bring over the fridged stuff Tara gave her. They should be back in about a half hour. Where are we?"

"The big stuff is out next ta the truck, all we have left are the boxes that are bein' done in the bedroom an' the ones here on the floor. We got the little lady's pictures an' posters off her wall, her TV is in the truck, stereo an' computer, too."

"Alright, we just need to give the fridge a wipe-down and then we can move to do some boxes."

"Danielle, I'll finish here, it's not bad, you go ahead," Kathy offered.

"Okay, thanks, honey," Danielle said, rubbing the blonde's back affectionately.

Danielle joined in by moving the boxes that were in the middle of the living room floor. Occasionally she'd pass one of her friends and she'd toss a playful word or two, saving the kisses for when Jason walked by. She'd gone back into the apartment to get another box when Kathy called out to her.

"Danielle, I have two bags here of garbage that accumulated during the day. What should we do with it?"

"I'll have to ask Tara when she gets back."

Up until this point, Darla had kept quiet and pretty much to herself, but she piped in with, "There's a dumpster out behind the building in the back lot."

"Alright, thanks," Danielle said.

Jason walked out of the bedroom with a box. Danielle held out her arm and he stopped next to her.

"What's up?"

"Help me with this garbage, honey?" she asked, pointing to the kitchen area where the two large plastic bags were.

"Sure."

They each took a bag and headed out the door. They followed the path that led around to the back of the apartment building where they saw a green dumpster in the corner of a small parking lot for the building's residents. There was a car in Tara's spot, which Danielle assumed was Darla's. They tossed the bags in the dumpster and started on their way back to the apartment.

"So how are we doing, honey?" she asked.

"Pretty good, we're nearly done. Just a few boxes in the bedroom and the ones left in the living room. We should be on our way soon."

"Then we gotta load it all up in the storage place," she chuckled.

"Yeah, that's alright, I can't complain. It's for a good cause."

Danielle stopped in the middle of the path and spun Jason around pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. The initial shock from her abrupt move wore off and he found himself getting lost in the sensation of the loving kiss he was getting. But soon Danielle broke the kiss softly and looked deeply into his eyes as she held him.

"That's one reason I love you so much, you're a wonderful guy."

He blushed and smiled. "Thanks, but you're wonderful yourself."

"I couldn't have done this without you."

He hugged her tightly and kissed her quickly. "Come on, we should go, we don't want them to come looking for us."

They laughed as they started to the apartment arm-in-arm. When they came around the corner to the front of the building, they saw Suzie's SUV telling them that Suzie and Tara had returned. Trevor was at the truck loading in a few boxes. Jason and Danielle went into the apartment; Tara and Suzie were in the kitchen.

Tom came over from the bedroom. "Darlin', the bedroom is cleared o' boxes, all we have left are the ones here," he said, gesturing toward the half- dozen or so boxes that still remained in the room. "I'm havin' Suzie take Tara through all the rooms makin' sure we got everythin' she has ta take."

"Great, Tom. Have the rest moved out, I'm going to run over to the office and let Shelley know that we're finished. I'll meet you all out at the truck."

"Sounds good, darlin'," he said.

Danielle called to Tara who was looking through the kitchen with Suzie, "Tara, when you leave, don't forget your papers. I put them on the bookcase by the door."

"Okay, Danielle."

Danielle then gave Jason a quick kiss on the lips and made her way out of the apartment. She spent a few minutes at the office chatting with Shelley and informing her that they were just about done and would be leaving shortly. Danielle also told the pretty rental agent that Darla was still in the apartment and that she was given supplies to pack her things. Shelley acknowledged that and said she'd take care of Darla after Tara had left. They said their goodbyes and Danielle went back to the apartment.

As she emerged from the trees between buildings, she saw that everyone was milling about near the truck. Everything had been loaded in and the door was closed and locked securely.

"Great job, guys!" she said as she approached the group.

Everyone, including Tara, was smiling and feeling good about what they'd accomplished so far that day.

"Any trouble from Darla?" Danielle asked.

"She insisted on sayin' a bunch o' unkind things as Tara left, but Suzie made it clear she'd kick Darla's ass if she tried anythin'," Tom answered.

"I was hoping she would've," Suzie commented.

"I'm glad it wasn't as bad as it could've been, at least for Tara's sake," Danielle said. "You won't have to worry about her anymore, sweetie," she told Tara as she caressed an arm of the young T-Girl. "Just work on forgetting her."

Tara nodded a few times, thankful that her friends were there for her.

"Darlin'," Tom began, "if it's okay with ya, I'm gonna head ta Suzie's. I figure since I'm here, I might as well stay up here for a day or so."

"That's fine, Tom," she said, going to him and pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you for heading things up today, you were amazing." She kissed him quickly and then went to Suzie. "Drive safe going home, ya hear?"

"I will, Mom," she teased.

Everyone got a chuckle and Danielle slapped Suzie's ass playfully.

"Come here, kiddo," Suzie said as she took Tara in her arms.

"Thank you, Suzie," the young T-Girl said, hugging her tall friend tightly.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Make sure you keep in touch with me, you hear?"

Tara nodded and kissed Suzie. Then Tara went over and took Tom in a tight hug, resting her head on his chest.

"Thank you, Tom. You're the best."

"Oh, now, darlin', I'm just a hired hand," he said, blushing slightly, returning Tara's hug.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me."

"My pleasure, darlin'."

The rest of the group said their goodbyes to Suzie and Tom and soon the two were off in their vehicles.

"Scott, you have the address for the storage place?" Danielle asked.

"I set the address in my phone."

"Okay, great. Now we're going to be somewhat slower than your car, so try not to go too fast. We don't have to stay together, but I'd hate that you got there too soon and had to wait."

"It's alright, Danielle."

"Jason, just want to make sure, is everything cleaned up in the apartment? All the stuff from lunch and tape and cardboard?"

"Yup, all taken care of."

"Okay, then let's get to where we need to be. After we get done unloading, dinner is on me."

They all gave each other hugs and kisses; Tara and Trevor got into the back seat of Scott's Mustang and Scott and Kathy soon followed into the car. Jason unlocked Danielle's door and closed it after she'd climbed in. Jason got behind the wheel and started the truck, seeing Scott pull by and honk his horn. It was 2:30 as Jason put the truck in gear and slowly eased away from the curb, making his way toward the highway. Their adventure was nearly done.

The drive south was uneventful. Danielle and Jason listened to the radio; he watched the road, she looked out at the different scenery as they made their way toward Egg Harbor Township. Occasionally, one or the other would softly sing along to a song, sometimes they'd sing together.

About a half-hour into the ride, Jason turned down the volume on the radio, getting Danielle's attention.

"I've been meaning to ask you; what did you whisper to Darla that got her in line so quick?"

Danielle looked over to Jason and asked, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

He noticed that she wasn't smiling or otherwise grinning playfully. "Um, maybe not. Let's change the subject."

"Good idea," she said, pulling her phone from her purse after she heard the text chime. She got into her messages and read the new text. Sending a response, she then took the opportunity to compose a quick text to Steele letting him know that things were going smoothly. She hit 'send' and put the phone back in her purse.

"What's up?"

"Tara sent me a text. She told me that Kathy suggested that she change her phone number so Darla couldn't harass her. And I sent a text to Arthur," she said, grinning. "I just wanted to give him an update on our progress."

"Speaking of which, what all am I supposed to do about this bid and stuff?"

"Well, the way that he explained it to me is that you take a bunch of shots around the hotel and casino, fill out the form for your bid and get everything to him before four o'clock Monday afternoon."

"How much do I bid? I've never done anything like this before, what is a good amount to propose?"

"A dollar."

"What?"

"Think about it, honey," she said, turning in her seat slightly so she could look at him while they talked. "You're not doing this for the money, you're doing this for the exposure, remember? Not only that, you're doing it to compile a client list; the Hotel Starr as your first client would go a long way. So bid a dollar and nobody can outbid you."

"I get it."

"We'll come up with a name for your studio. On Monday you go get yourself a post office box and see if you can get some business cards made up. Also see if you can get a rubber stamp made."

"Guess I'm going to be busy on Monday," he chuckled.

"Don't forget tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"After I leave, you'll have to find a place to print all the pictures you take. Maybe not all of them, but a dozen or two. I'd go with 8-by-10s, they'd look best."

"Gotcha. And as far as leaving, are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?"

"It's okay, honey, I have the return trip ticket already, I might as well use it. Besides, I'm not bringing much home anyway."

"Alright. What time is your train?"

"It leaves the A.C. station tomorrow afternoon at 2:20. Unless you want me to take a later train? There's one at 4:20."

"If it was up to me, I'd have you stay permanently. But you need some reset time to get ready to go back to work, so I'll get you to the station by two o'clock."

"Sounds good, honey."

"Now, what about a studio name?"

"Let's brainstorm."

For the next forty-five minutes they tossed names and ideas around, some serious, some playful, some downright silly. Danielle kept a small list of different names that they thought might work.

"Okay, so what do we have so far?"

Danielle read from the list. "Only three serious ones. 'Photography by Jason', 'Spencer Photography' and 'The Spencer Studio'. I figured all the others weren't serious enough to write down."

"How about J&D Photography?"

"Who's the 'D'?"

Jason gave Danielle a raised-eyebrow look that said 'are you kidding me?'.

"Oh," she said realizing, "silly me," she chuckled. "And no. You're the one taking the pictures."

"So? This is as much yours as it is mine."

"You're the photographer, I'm the bank."

"All the more reason to include you."

"It's okay, honey. You can come up with a better name. Anything on the list you like more than the others?"

"I'm kinda digging that 'Studio' word in there."

"That does sound good."

"But I would prefer not using my name."

"Why not, baby?"

"Eh, it's just not that important that I see my name in lights like that."

"Okay, how's 'Studio A.C.' sound?"

"Hmmm, how about a number?"

"What, like Studio One?"

"Yeah, but something catchy."

For several minutes they played with numbers; numbers that were their birthdays, favorite numbers and even some random ones.

"I kinda like 'Studio 1500'," he said.

"What's it mean?"

"Nothing, it just sounds cool."

Danielle sat staring out the front window, scrunching her nose and lips, deep in thought. A few minutes later, she dug out her phone and did a quick internet search.

"I got it."

"Yes?" Jason asked as she put her phone away.

"Studio 1701."

"1701?"

"Yup, the address number of the Starr Hotel and Casino."

"To quote you, what's it mean?"

"It's where we first met, where we first had sex and where we first came up with this idea. It's also where you're going to propose to me."

"It is?"

She gave him a raised-eyebrow look that said 'are you kidding me?'.

"Oh, right, it is!"

Danielle couldn't help smiling to herself.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"Studio 1701." He repeated it several times to see how it sounded. "It's perfect!"

"You'll also have to make yourself a presence on the internet."

For the remainder of the ride, the two ironed out more details on the proposed studio. Danielle also suggested to him that during the coming week, he should scout locations that he might convert and use as a studio. Whether this entailed renting a space or buying a small location, that would be decided later, but he was going to examine all avenues. Just before they arrived at the storage company, Jason had himself a shopping list of things to do to get the studio off the ground.

As they pulled into the lot, they could see Scott and Kathy leaning on his car. Tara and Trevor, holding hands, were strolling around the rim of the lot to pass the time. Jason stopped the truck close by to Scott's car.

"What do we do?" Jason asked.

"Well, I guess we go in there," Danielle said, pointing to the side of the building where a large rust-colored gate sat closed. "The office is closed, so let me look online."

Scott came up to Jason's window and exchanged some words while Danielle looked through several web pages.

"Okay, the email I got provided a gate code; we enter that into the keypad next to the gate. Then the space will be inside, we just need to find a sign that tells the way to unit 1543. Scott, follow us in."

As Jason maneuvered the truck slowly to the gate, Scott signaled Tara and Trevor to come over and get in the car. Moments later, the vehicles were in a single line, waiting at the closed gate. Danielle got out and went around to the keypad by the gate. Entering the six-digit code plus the unit number, the gate unlocked loudly then started retracting slowly. A minute later, Danielle waved Jason in and then he was followed by Scott. Danielle walked in as the gate began to close. She climbed back into the truck and Jason drove slowly through the maze of storage buildings, looking for the sign that pointed the way toward Tara's unit.

A few minutes and several turns later, Jason pulled down a length of units and came to a stop slightly past unit 1543. He shut the engine off and the two climbed out of the truck. Scott pulled around and parked in front of the truck. As Jason opened the large back door, Scott and the rest of the crew came from the front. Danielle unlatched the closure on the storage unit door and lifted it, high enough for them to be able to work comfortably. Jason and Scott pulled out the ramp from the truck and set it in place.

"Kathy, thanks for suggesting that Tara change her number," Danielle said. "That was an excellent idea."

"Anything I can do to help, I know how much this means to her," Kathy responded.

"Jase, let's do the bed first, then follow it up with the dresser and desk," Scott said.

"Sounds good."

First came Tara's mattress; Jason and Scott stood the flimsy bed-piece against the left-most wall and Danielle held it in place while they went for the box spring. Holding the box spring as well, the two guys next brought the dresser down and placed it in front of the bed, keeping it securely against the wall. They fetched Tara's desk next.

"Jase, we'll flip the desk and put it on top of the dresser."

"Okay."

"Danielle, can you get one of those soft pads that we put around the TV, there should be a few unused ones on the floor of the truck by the door."

Danielle retrieved a 3-foot by 3-foot pad and took it out of its protective plastic.

"Just spread it across the top of the dresser," Scott instructed.

After Danielle got the soft pad into position, the two guys flipped the desk and slid it onto the top of the dresser.

"There, now all we have to do is line the boxes along the back wall and stack them in rows."

"Good idea, Scott," Danielle said.

"I'll get the rest of the crew going," Jason said, walking away.

"Danielle, I hope you don't mind, but after we get done moving the boxes, Kathy and I are going to cut out. I'll have to catch a small bite to eat before I get some sleep, I have to be on at eleven tonight."

"No, it's alright, Scott, I understand. But next weekend, I'm going to take you and Kathy out for dinner, you hear?"

"Sounds good."

"Now, that does pose an issue. Do you trust Kathy to drive your car?"

"Yeah, she's a good driver, why?"

"While the four of you unload the truck, Kathy can drive me to the hotel to get Jason's car. This way you won't have to take us into the city when we're done, you can go home straight from here."

"Okay, that'll work."

"Jason, my love," Danielle called.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'll need the keys to your car."

Scott and Danielle explained the situation to everyone. Within minutes, Danielle was hitting the 'Open' button at the main gate and soon after, Kathy exited the lot on the way to Atlantic City.

Forty-five minutes later, Danielle pulled into the lot and saw that Kathy sat parked near the gate. Danielle pulled around in front of Kathy and stopped at the keypad unit. Reaching out of the window, she punched in the code and the gate started its slow cycle of opening. In no time, both cars passed through the gate and the girls headed for Tara's space.

As Danielle turned the corner down Tara's aisle, she could see that the truck was nearly empty; a few stacks of supplies were piled on the ground next to the truck. Danielle stopped behind the truck and Kathy pulled the Mustang around to where Scott had originally parked. Danielle turned off the car and joined her friends at the rear of the truck.

"We're almost done here, baby," Jason offered.

"Yes, it looks great," she said.

Tara came up and surprised her T-Girl friend with her sudden hug.

"Thank you, Danielle," Tara said, holding her friend tightly.

"Oh, you're welcome, sweetie," she responded, adding a few kisses to the girl's cheek.

They soon disengaged and they all finished by loading the final ten boxes into the storage unit. The last pieces to be put in were the unmade boxes and few other supplies that were leftover. Scott lowered the door, latched the closure and Jason locked it with the lock they'd used to secure the truck door. Trevor and Jason stowed and secured the ramp back under the truck's deck. Jason closed and latched the door and they were done.

"Well, that finishes the hard part," he said.

A round of applause broke out amongst the friends, there were even gentle pats on the back to a blushing, but happy, Tara.

"I think you guys got it from here," Scott said. "If it wasn't for work, I'd be hanging out the whole night with you guys."

"We understand, Scott," Danielle offered.

Scott and Kathy said their goodbyes; Tara gave each of them very warm, very tight hugs, thanking them for their friendship and their help. With a promise to see them all again, the pair soon pulled away in Scott's Mustang.

"One more thing to do, guys," Jason said.

"Yep, I have the address in my GPS app where we need to go to return the truck," Danielle said. "Just follow me."

It was just before 5:15 when Danielle finalized the return of the truck, repeating the process of submitting pictures of the truck and opening a key cabinet, but this time, depositing the truck's key. After the system verified the return of the key, Danielle received a text message that confirmed her transaction.

"That's it, guys!" Danielle said as they all cheered and shared a four- way hug.

"Now it's dinner time!" Jason said, to the delight of everyone.

"Okay, okay...there's a Texas steak joint close by on Black Horse Pike, let's head there," Danielle said.

With Danielle doing the driving, they all happily climbed into Jason's car and made their way toward their well-earned dinner. True to Danielle's word, the steak house was very close and within ten minutes of leaving the storage place, they were seated in the restaurant, looking over the menu options.

"Order whatever you want, guys, I want you to enjoy yourselves," Danielle said to the group.

"I wonder if they have lobster," Jason teased.

"I'll give you lobster," Danielle retorted, playfully kicking him under the table.

"You said order whatever we want."

Tara and Trevor got a laugh out of the playful exchange. Soon after, a young brunette woman came and took their order. They all ordered steak, though Jason did add a large order of grilled shrimp to share.

The food arrived and the drinks flowed; for more than an hour they enjoyed the spectacular meal, as well as the happy atmosphere now that Tara was out of her toxic environment. As it was a point brought up, initially by Jason and seconded by Tara, Danielle explained the situation where she'd beaten a cocksure Blakely St. Smythe at poker, thus taking the very-sizable pot of over $60,000. As she was on the subject, she told them about how the entire evening had gone, leaving out the sex parts she shared with Steele, for Jason's benefit. Not the he would have minded hearing about her sexual escapades, but she felt she didn't need to talk about such things in public. She also showed Tara and Trevor her musical performance from the previous evening, getting high praise from each of them. They'd gone through steaks, shrimp, mozzarella sticks and fried broccoli. Jason, Tara and Trevor shared a bottle of wine; Danielle opted for iced tea as she was the driver. The three wine drinkers weren't drunk or impaired, but they were feeling good. After the group declined dessert, Danielle paid the bill and tip and they were back out at the car, ready to head back to the hotel.

It was fortunate that Danielle had parked out of view of the restaurant patrons because she wrapped her arms around Jason's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. A moment after starting the kiss, she dropped a hand down and started to rub the front of Jason's pants hotly, feeling his cock spring to hardness very quickly. As she felt him hump into her hand, she softly broke the kiss with a devilish smile; she glanced over and saw that Tara was giving Trevor the same treatment to his lips and to the front of his shorts. They each eventually broke it up and climbed in their respective positions in Jason's car. Danielle pulled out onto Black Horse Pike in the setting sun, heading for the hotel.

Twenty-five minutes later, Danielle made the turn to head for the lane that led to the employee's parking area in the garage of the Starr. Fifteen minutes earlier, she'd managed to get Jason's pants open and his cock out; she'd been stroking it slowly and steadily since then. Meanwhile, Tara and Trevor were having a little fun of their own in the back seat. Trevor's shorts and underwear were pulled to his knees and Tara was naked except for her t-shirt and socks. As Danielle had only been able to pump Jason's cock as she drove, Tara and Trevor took turns making out and sucking each other's cock.

Danielle maneuvered the car up and around the entrance lane to the deck and found a spot to park that was fairly private. Taking her hand off of Jason's cock long enough to put the car in 'park' and shut off the engine, she then got up on her knees on the seat and leaned over, nearly swallowing his cock to the base. Gasping loudly, he grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and humped into her hot mouth. As he fucked Danielle's mouth, his other hand was busy unfastening and pulling down her shorts and panties, exposing her soft, bare ass.

In the back, Trevor had lay down on the back seat, using the door to rest his head and shoulders; Tara was moaning loudly as she squatted into his face, his tongue giving her asshole tingles as she writhed back and forth. After the initial wave of hot sensations on her puckering honey hole, she leaned down and continued her blowjob that she'd started earlier.

The sounds of sex filled the car; panting, gurgling, slurping and moaning. While Danielle continued to pump Jason's cock in and out of her hungry mouth, he had licked a couple of fingers and was lightly finger-fucking his girlfriend as he enjoyed her oral manipulations. Trevor had his hands on each sweet ass cheek of his partner as he tongue-fucked her; Tara was sucking and slurping on his love stick, tasting his sweet precum that had begun to ooze earlier. Danielle was enjoying Jason's precum as his cock steadily pumped her mouth; the 69 that was going on in the back seat was generating quite a bit of precum on its own between the two partners.

Several minutes later, Danielle was the first to escalate the activities; she took her mouth off of Jason's sloppy cock and wriggled her way out of her shorts, panties and sneakers. She then straddled his lap and positioned his wet cock at the entrance to her needy asshole. Placing Jason's hands on her ass where she wanted them, he pulled her ass slightly apart and she sat down abruptly, forcing Jason's hot cock past her clenching anal ring and into her love chute in one hard thrust. They both gasped and moaned loudly; Danielle grabbed onto the seat as Jason started bouncing her on his cock. Now the sounds of slapping skin added to the hot sexual soundtrack.

Tara noticed what Danielle had done and decided she needed more than a tongue at her hot hole. She scooted forward, and in a reverse-cowgirl position, lowered her throbbing asshole onto Trevor's spit-coated cock. He grabbed her hips and pulled down on her; with the help of his precum, his cock slid easily up her asshole and she moaned in ecstasy as she felt his cock throb in her anal chute.

For nearly a quarter of an hour, each of the sexy T-Girls bounced hotly on their boyfriend's cock. Tara's hard cock bounced wildly as she moved, her flowing precum flying in different directions, landing on their thighs and the seat; Danielle's cock rubbed arousingly on Jason's abdomen, oozing her precum all over his skin. The gurls did their best to keep a steady rhythm, but occasionally they'd bump their head on the cloth-lined roof. So they each decided to lean to the side while still being able to let their partners fuck their boipussies. Danielle was leaning to her right toward the driver's side and Tara was leaning to her left toward the front of the car; their heads were dangerously close, so Danielle cradled Tara's head on her shoulder and then kissed her deeply. Each of the hyper-aroused T-Girls moaned into each other's mouth as they made out while being fucked simultaneously. It was a hot, erection-spawning scene to behold.

Seeing Tara in a loving lip-lock with Danielle, Trevor grunted loudly, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He grasped Tara's waist in both hands and pulled her down hard on his throbbing cock. A moment later, he started pumping her insides with several streams of his hot semen. Feeling his cock pulsating in her hole, Tara moaned into Danielle's mouth and began spurting her gurl cream all over Trevor's thighs and the seat. Tara's cumming created a cascade effect; Danielle was next as she felt the head of her cock rub hotly on Jason's skin. She shuddered and began spurting her cum between their bodies. As Danielle came, her asshole clenched obscenely around Jason's cock, causing him to grip her waist roughly; he pulled her down on his cock and held her tightly. He moaned loudly into her cloth- covered chest and unloaded a huge, pent-up load of sperm inside his lover. All four of the ejaculating lovers moaned, panted, grunted and shuddered. They all got lost momentarily in their own world of pulsating assholes and throbbing cocks; each got lost in their own intense orgasm.

But soon, they all started to come down from their sexual high; the girls were no longer kissing. Tara rested her head, eyes closed, on Danielle's shoulder; Danielle rested her head on the high seat back. Trevor lay still, panting, on the back seat, his eyes too, were closed. And Jason sat in his seat, head sagging toward the window. The sexual sounds in the car were now reduced to nothing more than panting, with an occasional moan or mew as the four lovers regained themselves.

"You okay, sweetie?" Danielle asked Tara softly.

"Yeah," the young T-Girl answered, smiling in her post-orgasmic glow.

"Let's get out and get ourselves together, or we'll have cramps all night," she chuckled.

Tara disengaged herself from her friend's loving embrace and leaned forward, opening the door and slowly crawling out of the car, feeling Trevor's half-hard cock slide out of her slick hole. She stood on unsteady legs, holding onto the door, closing it behind her, waiting for the circulation to return to her lower limbs. Danielle opened her door and put her foot out on solid ground; with a bit of difficulty, and with Tara's help, she extricated herself off of Jason's gorgeous cock and out of the car. Trevor sat up and Jason turned to get out of the car; Tara and Danielle were in an embrace again, kissing deeply as they both stood there in the open in t-shirt and socks, their still-wet cocks rubbing against each other's tummy hotly. They caressed each other's soft ass as they licked each other's lips, finally ending the hot kiss. After using his underwear to wipe Tara's emissions off of the seat, Trevor opened the door and hobbled out, pulling up his shorts and slipping his used underwear in a cargo pocket. Jason managed to pull up his clothing as he sat on the seat, using Danielle's panties to wipe most of her cum off of his abdomen. After Trevor finished fastening his shorts, he reached in and grabbed Tara's shorts and sneakers. Jason got out of the car, taking hold of Danielle's shorts and trainers. As the gurls dressed, Trevor stood by watching and Jason secured the car.

"That was fucking hot," Trevor said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, yes it was," Jason agreed, grinning.

"We need to do that more often," Trevor joked, eliciting laughs from the rest of the group.

"We'll walk you two upstairs. Go shower and relax, you've had a busy day," Danielle said. "Baby, could you get our purses from the trunk, please?"

"On it," he said, quickly retrieving their belongings.

Smiling, Tara took Trevor's hand and started for the entrance to the lobby. Danielle and Jason were not that far behind, they too, holding hands.

On the 27th floor, the group approached the door to where Tara would be living for the foreseeable future. Slipping her keycard into the lock, it clicked and she turned the handle, opening the door. Flipping on the lights as she'd not left any on that morning, they all went in, expelling a sigh of relief that the day's adventure was over. Tara tossed her purse on the dresser and turned to face Danielle.

"Would you like to stay?" she asked.

"Thanks anyway, love, but I'm not going to stick around, you and Trevor need some alone time, even if it's just to relax," Danielle said.

Tara wrapped her arms around Danielle, pulling her in for a tight hug. Danielle took the girl in her arms, returning the loving gesture.

"Thank you, Danielle, for everything," the young T-Girl said sincerely, but with relief sounding in her voice.

"You're welcome, sweetie. If you need anything right away, you be sure to get ahold of Jason or Scott. I think you'll be okay, though."

"Yeah, I think so."

"But you have my number, you can text or call anytime. I'll be down here every weekend, so you'll see me often enough. I just want you to relax and get your head cleared. All the bad is behind you, so take it easy for a while, you earned it. You have enough money to last you, so, just enjoy your extended vacation, you hear?"

Tara nodded quickly, "I will," she said.

"And don't forget to send your new number to the rest of the crew, okay?"

"I won't forget," she promised.

After a few more kisses, hugs and handshakes amongst the friends, Danielle and Jason left Tara and Trevor to be alone to enjoy some downtime.

As they exited the elevator, Danielle grabbed Jason's hand and guided him through the casino and out of the doors that led to the boardwalk. She led him to the edge of the railing that separated the boardwalk from the beach; she stood, eyes closed, and enjoyed the salt-scented breeze coming in off of the ocean.

"You okay, baby?" he asked.

"I'm okay, it's just been a long day. I'm just taking a moment."

"I thought we'd be going back to my place."

"We will. I thought we'd make a bit of a stop first."

"Where?"

"Oh, I thought I'd get a tattoo."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, come on," she said, taking his hand once again.

They walked south on the boardwalk for a few hundred yards and entered a tattoo shop that was sandwiched between a pizza place and a curio shop. The front part of the shop had a few glass cases with various works of art; along the walls were designs and drawings of hundreds of different images that one could get as a tattoo. The back part of the place, separated by a small, waist- high counter, was where the artists did the actual work; three chairs were in a line, all currently empty. At the sounding of the buzzer as they'd come in, a very large guy in a light blue collared shirt and black jeans and boots came from the back area of the store.

"'Evening," he said, "what can I do for you tonight?"

"Hi there, I'm looking for Gary. Marcie from the Hotel Café told me to ask for him."

"You can't miss me," he said smiling, holding has arms out from his body.

He was a large man; 6-feet or better, but he was a large man, not by height, but by weight. He had to weigh at least 350 pounds.

Danielle chuckled and said, "I guess not." She took his offered hand and shook it. He hand a firm grip and he was very welcoming. "My name is Danielle, this is my boyfriend Jason."

The two guys shook hands and Danielle came to the point.

"Would you do two small tattoos for me in one session?"

"I usually suggest against it, but it's all on an individual basis; some people have a higher threshold of pain than others. Have you had any alcohol today?"

"No, just water and iced tea."

"That's good. Because if you did any drinking, I'd have to decline to do any work, for different reasons."

"I understand."

"How's your pain tolerance?"

"Um, okay, I guess."

"Let's take them one at a time then. What did you have in mind?"

"One on the wrist, one just above the ankle," she said, digging her phone out from her purse.

"Did you need to look at designs or do you have something picked out already?"

"I have them here on my phone."

She loaded the pictures app and showed Gary the two designs that she wanted.

"Those won't be any problem."

She flicked through the images, saying, "This one here will go on my right ankle, this one on my left wrist on the inside."

"Okay. Can you email them to me? I'll print them and we can finalize the designs."

It only took a matter of minutes to do so and Danielle and Gary looked over the two designs that she'd chosen. Jason peeked at the proceedings over Danielle's shoulder.

"How long do tattoos of this size usually take?" he asked.

"About an hour. This one here may take a bit longer as there are more colors to it."

"And how much?" Danielle asked.

"Again, based on the size; the wrist image would be $90 and the ankle $75, but there is a standard fee of $20 extra for any ink done other than on the upper arm."

"That's very reasonable."

"But, since you know Marcie, I'll do both for you for $150."

"Thank you, I do appreciate that."

"Come on in the back and have a seat."

Danielle followed Gary through the archway and sat in the middle seat.

"Jason, it might get a little warm in here as I'm doing the ink for Danielle, why not run next door and get her a bottle of water. That'll help her all around."

"Okay, sounds good. Be right back, baby," he said, kissing Danielle on the cheek.

"Okay, Danielle, let's do the ankle, first. That'll be the most discomforting, so we'll get that out of the way and then you can decide if you want to get the second. Go ahead and take off your sneaker and sock."

Danielle did as she was asked as Gary made an adjustment to the footrest of the chair.

"Put your foot up here, resting on the inside of your ankle."

Danielle placed her right leg up and rested it on the padding, having to adjust her sitting position so she was comfortably seated with her leg and foot immobile. Gary lowered his chair and the level of her foot was at the right height for him to do his work. Jason came back and gave Danielle her bottle of water and sat down in an adjoining chair.

"Before I transfer the design, Danielle, where did you want it to go?"

"Well, just above the sock line would be perfect. I typically wear ankle socks."

"Alright."

Gary moistened the area and using the indentation in her skin from the sock that she'd been wearing all day, he gently placed the transfer paper on her ankle and pressed firmly for a few seconds. Peeling the stencil revealed a black outline image of what would become her first tattoo.

"How does that look?" Gary asked as he prepped the inks and needle he'd need for the job.

She took a look and was satisfied with the placement. "It looks good from where I'm sitting. Honey, wanna take a look?"

Jason got up and came around and looked at the potential design from a better angle. "Looks great."

"Okay. Now, this is going to sting quite a bit, so you let me know if you need to take a break or anything, alright?" Gary asked as he put on a pair of surgical gloves.

"I will."

"Keep your leg as still as possible."

Gary powered the needle and Danielle took a deep breath; she was a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. Gary placed the vibrating needle against her skin and she flinched at the stinging.

"Sorry," she said, grimacing slightly.

"It's okay. Now that you know what to expect, why not hold Jason's hand and if you get the urge to move, just squeeze his hand."

Danielle extended her arm and Jason shifted forward in his chair to take hold of his girl's hand. She held on tightly, at times, as Gary dug into her skin, mapping out the black lines of the design. For thirty minutes he worked on the various outlines. Occasionally, she'd take a sip of water, the coldness helping cool and calm her. After some time, she'd gotten used to the discomfort.

"Doing okay, Danielle?" Gary asked, as he'd done a few times previously.

"Yeah, I'm good."

Gary switched to the colored inks and was done about twenty minutes later. He dabbed at the finished ink one last time and took a picture of it with his phone. He then applied some salve to the area, covering it loosely with a paper towel and fastening it with a slip of tape.

"Okay, that one is done," he said, showing Danielle the image on his phone.

"Awesome," she said, smiling.

She showed Jason and he nodded his head in agreement, admiring the finished result of the colorful red rose with small green leaves. The black outlines of the flower and stem were striking and bold with slight dashes of white on some of the petals and leaves.

"Take a bit of a break, alright? Have some water, just rest a bit and then let me know if you want to get the second one."

"Can I sit outside? It is a bit warm in here."

"Common reaction for most people as the stress level escalates somewhat. There are a couple of benches outside; just relax and cool down. Let me know when you're ready."

Danielle gently placed her sock back on her foot, being very careful not to pull it all the way on. After securing her sneaker, she gingerly walked out to the front of the shop, Jason right behind her. She sat on one of the wooden benches that were just outside the foyer of the shop. She sat and enjoyed the cool ocean breeze.

"How do you feel, baby?" Jason asked, sitting next to her, placing his hand on her thigh.

"I'm okay. But that was some experience, though," she chuckled.

"Not what you expected, huh?"

"I knew it would hurt, but jeez," she laughed.

"You going to get the second one?"

"Probably, but I want to sit for a little bit."

"Don't worry, I got ya," he said, placing and arm around her shoulders.

They sat for thirty minutes, enjoying the breeze coming off the Atlantic and watching people walk by in both directions as they enjoyed a night on the boardwalk.

Patting Jason's thigh, Danielle looked at him and said, "Let's do it."

She led the way back into the tattoo parlor and Gary was sitting behind his counter finishing a sandwich and working on the computer.

"How do you feel, Danielle?"

"I'm fine. I decided to go for the second one."

"Alright. Go ahead and take a seat, I'll be right in."

Danielle settled down and Gary came in, opening a new needle and more inks for the second design. He adjusted an armrest so Danielle could sit comfortably yet have her inner wrist on display for him to easily work.

"Where did you want this positioned?"

"Well, one second. Honey, can you give me your watch?" Jason removed his smart watch and handed it to Danielle. She fastened it and positioned it where she would normally wear her own watch. "Just above the band, here," she said, pointing to the proper spot.

Gary made a small mark and Danielle gave Jason his watch. Gary positioned the stencil and transferred the image. Danielle was satisfied with the placement and gave Gary the okay to continue.

This time, Danielle was more prepared for the pain than previously. Not to say that it didn't hurt, but it didn't seem as bad; maybe it was the area in which she was getting the tattoo or it could have been that she was more mentally prepared than earlier. But in any case, an hour or so later, Gary finished the tattoo, again taking a picture to show Danielle before covering it loosely.

"All done, Danielle."

"Thank you, Gary, it's fantastic work," she said, smiling, examining the finished design of a rainbow-filled ankh with Jason's name stenciled in black underneath in katakana.

He took her through the processes of new tattoo maintenance; the things that she should do and shouldn't do to make sure that the tattoos healed properly. He told her, generally, how long it would take for the tattoos to fully heal and to avoid baths or swimming for a couple of days. He gave her a small tin of balm to keep the tattoos moisturized and to lessen skin irritation.

"Now comes the fun part," she chuckled, getting up out of the seat.

"If you're happy, then I am happy," Gary responded, smiling, following her out to the counter area.

"I am very happy."

"They do look awesome," Jason piped in.

"As promised, that will be $150," Gary said, standing at his register.

Danielle went in her purse and then handed Gary two $100 bills.

"There you go, honey, keep the change. And thank you very much."

"Thank you, Danielle, I hope to see you again."

"You will," she said, smiling.

"Good night, Gary," Jason said, waving.

"Take care, Jason."

The two lovers left the tattoo parlor holding hands and made their way toward the hotel.

"So you got my name tattooed on your body."

"Of course, how do you feel about it, though?"

"I'm honored," he said, taking her in his arms as they stood outside the entrance to the hotel. He leaned in and kissed her deeply.

"Maybe one day you'll get my name on you," she said, grinning.

"Count on it," he said, winking.

They made their way through the casino and the lobby and back to his car. Soon after, they were cruising down Pacific Avenue toward the Marina.

It was a little after ten o'clock when Jason locked the door to his apartment behind him. He switched on a table lamp and Danielle shook herself out of her sneakers and socks, taking hold of Jason's hand and leading him to the bedroom. Being careful of her new body decorations, she climbed on the bed and pulled Jason down next to her after he kicked off his shoes.

"Shouldn't we be getting back to the hotel to take pictures, baby?" he asked.

"I need a rest," she chuckled. "Just a little while. Then I'll change and we can go."

"Alright," he said, kissing her cheek softly a few times and caressing her tummy as she closed her eyes.

Jason watched Danielle as her breathing fell into a soft, rhythmic cadence as she succumbed to sleep. He watched her face as she rested; occasionally he'd see her eyes move a bit under her closed lids and every so often a slight smile would flash across her lovely lips. Jason didn't sleep, he really didn't need to; he'd pulled enough double shifts at the hotel that his stamina allowed him to stay up for hours on end. Sometime after she'd fallen asleep, Danielle shifted onto her left side, pushing herself back against his body; he gently wrapped an arm around her abdomen as he spooned against her.

He lay there, feeling her soft breathing, as he thought about the day's events. It was quite an adventure, emotional for some, but definitely engrossing for everyone. And they all graciously volunteered and pitched in to help Tara escape from a situation of mental and emotional abuse. He could only marginally imagine how relieved she was feeling at that moment. He knew how relieved Danielle was feeling; her sleeping body in his arms was totally relaxed and stress-free.

He was enjoying these intimate moments where she slept and he watched her; he thought that he should do it more often, given the opportunity. Which, in Danielle's own words, might be every weekend; she said she'd visit that often, at least, and he felt that she would keep that word.

Aside from a gentle kiss on her head or a soft nuzzle of his face in her hair, Jason thought about the project ahead of him; firstly, the types of pictures that he'd be taking of Danielle and where. By the time midnight rolled around, he'd had a good idea of where he wanted to go; Steele's letter basically gave him free-run of the entire building.

Placing several kisses on her cheek, he said, "Baby, it's midnight, we should get going."

She stirred and stretched, looking up at him and smiling.

Jason slid his arm gently from under and got up, putting his shoes back on.

"I'll get the camera equipment together while you get up and get dressed."

"Okay, honey," she said sleepily.

Danielle stretched one more time and got up. First, she went into the bathroom and took a pee, and then she carefully removed the coverings from her tattoos, making sure that the wrappings hadn't stuck to her. The areas looked slightly swollen, but nothing drastic; when the tattoos healed, they'd look amazing.

Back in the bedroom, she took off her clothes and padded around Jason's room naked. She got the package that Steele had left for her and placed it on the bed, then she retrieved a black lace bra and panty set, along with her black 5-inch stiletto pumps that she'd worn the previous night while out with Steele. She put on the bra and panties, then opened the brown-wrapped package. Holding up the garment, Danielle saw that it was a mostly-black outfit like she'd seen the hostesses wearing the previous evening. Slipping it on and checking herself out in Jason's bedroom mirror, she saw that the top half was a collared tunic covered in tiny, shiny sequin-like bits that made it shimmer as she moved; the 3/4 black velvet sleeves matched beautifully with the rest of the garment. The bottom half was a crinoline skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Its several thin layers of black and gray puffed out slightly, giving her hips a bit more curve. She retrieved her diamond jewelry from its hiding spot; she fastened the anklet around her right ankle. It rested well-away from her tattoo, so she wasn't concerned that there'd be any issues. Then she put on the diamond earrings and the diamond bracelet, putting this on the opposite wrist of her new tattoo. Finally, she'd slipped her bare feet into her heels and she looked at the final outcome in the mirror. Smiling, she was very happy with the result. Grabbing the small item that was included with the uniform, she went out to see Jason.

"Well, whatcha think?" she asked, smiling, striking a pose that she thought would work well in pictures; hands on her hips, one knee slightly bent as she tipped her foot forward on the toes of the black shoe.

Jason was momentarily stunned, but recovered quickly. He walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "If we didn't have somewhere to be, I'd fuck you right now," he said before pressing his lips firmly against Danielle's.

She melted in his grasp and reached around and held him close.

Taking a breath, she said, "You're so naughty," she grinned. "Do me later," she added, winking.

"You can count on it," he said, kissing her lips again quickly.

"I didn't wear hose because of the tattoo, I hope that's alright."

"It'll be fine, baby."

"Would you put this on me, darling?"

"Oh, cool."

Jason took the small item from Danielle and pinned it to her tunic; it was a gold nametag with the hotel's logo and engraved with her name, both in black.

"How does it look?" she asked.

"It's the finishing touch, you look amazing."

"Nope, the finishing touch is my makeup," she chuckled. "I'll be right out."

She grabbed her purse and went into the bathroom and did a quick, but effective, job on refreshing her makeup. Extra black mascara and eyeliner, a mix of dark purple and smoky gray eye shadow and then she finished up with a couple of coats of a deep red lipstick. She ran her hairbrush through her black hair, teasing it a bit to give it a slightly-wild look. Zipping up the purse and slipping it over a shoulder, she joined Jason in the living room.

"I'm ready, love."

"You sure are," he said, looking her over again from heel to head and back.

"Oh, stop," she said, blushing.

Jason grabbed his camera bag, turned out the lights and securely locked the door as they left the apartment. Minutes later, they were on their way in the cool night back to the Starr.

After parking, they walked toward the entrance to the lobby.

"Before we do anything, I want to stop at Security and let them know what's going on."

"Alright, honey," she said.

They walked, holding hands, through the nearly-deserted lobby; only a bellhop that Jason didn't recognize was busy shuffling papers behind the counter. At that late hour, rarely were there any guests waiting in the lobby for a room or anything, but the desk was manned regardless. Jason led the way around the outer edge of the casino toward the security office which was situated next to the Cashier's window. Entering the large room filled with monitors and phones, they saw Charlie sitting at the control desk.

"Hey, Charlie, doing an overnight, huh?" Jason said.

"Hi, yeah, for the next couple of weeks. Hi, Danielle," he said, getting up from his chair.

"Hi, Charlie," she greeted him warmly.

"You working for us now?"

She chuckled, "No, not officially, anyway."

Jason pulled out Steele's letter and handed it to Charlie. "I'm working on a project for Mr. Steele."

Charlie read over the letter and asked, "What's it all about?"

Jason put the letter away and said, "I'll be taking a series of promotional photographs around the hotel and casino. Danielle is going to be modeling; that's Mr. Steele's idea for Corporate."

"Alright, I'll pass the word on to the other guys. And the Pit Bosses will get the word, as well."

"One more thing; I brought some chips and a deck of cards to use at the tables as props. Did you want to verify the amount?"

"How much did you bring?"

"I have a thousand."

Charlie verified the count with Jason. "Alright, I'll make a note in the log. But as the chip trays are all triple-secured, there won't be any issues."

"Thanks, Charlie," Jason said.

"No problem."

"Thank you, Charlie," Danielle added, smiling softly.

"Anytime, Danielle. Have fun," the beefy security officer said happily.

She gave him another warm smile and the two were out in the casino on the way to the lobby.

"Let's go see Scott," he said.

At the Front Desk, Scott was just sending off the dark-haired bellhop that Jason didn't recognize to lunch.

"Hey, guys...wow, Danielle, you look great. You coming to work for us?"

"Thank you, Scott, no, just doing some modeling tonight."

"I'm working on a project for Mr. Steele," Jason said, showing Scott his letter. "Can you key me a couple of cards for rooms? Say a standard room and one of the more expensive suites?"

"Sure, give me a few." Scott got into one of the computers and a few minutes later came back and gave the key cards to Jason. "The standard room is 2614 and the suite is 4415," he said.

"Thanks, Boss, I'll return these when we're done. We'll probably start in the casino first."

"Have fun," Scott said, grinning.

Jason led Danielle into the casino and their first stop was a gaming room that was currently closed to guests; this room was the High-Stakes Poker Room. Although the room was closed, it was still illuminated, and illuminated sufficiently for Jason to work with. The first several shots were of Danielle sitting and standing in front of the table; the next few, she either sat or lounged on the table itself, as if she was posing for 'cheesecake' photos. The next handful of shots, Jason set the chips and cards on the table in different combinations; Danielle stood behind the table as if she was the Dealer. Jason repeated this series of poses, as well as lens changes, for each of the different card tables. For the Craps and Roulette tables, Danielle just did a handful of poses standing around them, as well as taking up position in the Croupier's spot.

After the tables, Jason took pictures of Danielle around the casino next to slot machines and other gaming machines, as well as a couple of shots in front of the Cashier's window. Then he did shots at the Boardwalk entrance, Main entrance, the Front Desk and Lobby area and even a few in a couple of the better-decorated elevators. The elevator shots eventually led them, first to the 6th floor, where Jason took several shots of Danielle in the Banquet & Conference rooms and outside all of the featured restaurants. Then the elevator ride took them to the 26th floor and a standard room where he photographed Danielle around the different areas of the room, ending up with a few pictures of her sitting and lying seductively on the bed. After finishing up in 2614, they made their way to the 44th floor.

Entering suite 4415, Jason turned the lights on and made adjustments to better suit the various photographs he was going to take. As with the room they'd just left, Danielle made sure that the door was closed and secured so they wouldn't be disturbed by any random guests walking by. Jason then proceeded to take pictures of her around the room, much like he did in the standard room, but also added shots in the kitchenette, bar and mini-spa areas of the suite. He finished up by photographing Danielle in various positions on the large, plush bed.

"Well, that about does it. I took nearly 75 pictures, so I should be able to get a decent selection out of them to submit to Mr. Steele," he said as he stood at the foot of the bed.

"Add a handful for him to keep for himself," she suggested as she got off the bed.

"That's a nice idea. I'm sure he'd appreciate it, since you two have become so close."

"Don't be jealous," she said, coming over to him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"I'm not."

"You better not be," she said, rubbing the front of his pants and then pressing her mouth firmly against his.

Their kiss was deep and intense; sure, they'd had hot sex earlier in the car, but they were so both into each other that it never took much to get them going. Jason reached under Danielle's crinoline skirt and pulled down her panties just under her soft cheeks; gripping her ass firmly, they continued to kiss deeply.

Danielle's hands were busy as well; she had his zipper open and she was fishing out his hardening cock, stroking it hotly once she got it free from its cloth confines. He moaned at her expert touch.

"Get on your knees, baby," he panted.

She didn't need to be told twice. She got down on her knees and took his cock in a hand, licking the head with her wet tongue. Jason placed a hand on her head as she slid his cock in her hot mouth, feeling her tongue swipe and flick at the head as she sucked and took more in her mouth. He held her head gently, starting a slow pumping motion in her mouth. She sucked and slurped and moaned; she'd never stop loving the way his cock tasted. After taking several shots of his hard cock in between her red-coated lips at various stages of depth, he leaned over and placed the camera on the nightstand.

"Stand up, baby, I wanna fuck you," he said, helping her get to her feet.

"Where do you want me, honey? I'd hate to get the bed messy."

Jason took a quick look around the room and then took Danielle by the waist, moving her in front of an unblocked wall near the kitchenette. He pushed her forward and she reached out and leaned on the wall.

Sensing Jason's movement and anticipating his next action, Danielle panted "Oh, honey, lick my asshole."

Jason pulled down Danielle's panties to mid-thigh and grabbed a soft globe of her ass in each hand. Opening her sweet crack, he leaned in and swiped his tongue across his lover's puckered asshole, causing her to moan hotly. Then he proceeded to kiss and lick, and frequently, stick his tongue in her tight pooper. As he rested there on his knees licking out his lover, he reached down with one hand and started stroking his cock, making sure it was at its hardest.

After several minutes of Jason making oral love to Danielle's quivering asshole, he stood up and positioned his precum-coated cock at her entrance to anal heaven. She spread her legs apart slightly, making it easy for him to enter her. Holding onto her hips, he pushed gently, but steadily, until the head of his cock popped past her tight anal ring.

"Oh, Jason, I love you...now fuck me, stud."

He didn't need to be told twice. He gripped her waist tighter and pushed the entire length of his gorgeous cock in her love canal. Waiting only a moment's pause, he then began a steady in-and-out motion with his pistoning cock, making Danielle's cock fully hard; she could feel the precum begin to flow as it bounced around as a result of Jason's movements.

For the next quarter of an hour, Jason's thrusting into Danielle became rougher and more rapid. In the quiet room their grunts and panting sounded loudly as they enjoyed their latest sexual encounter. Jason felt himself approaching the edge of orgasm and Danielle reached under her skirt with a free hand and began to stroke her aching cock.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," she panted.

"Cum for me, baby."

"Hold my skirt."

Jason reached around and held up the front of her skirt as well as holding her from hitting her head on the wall as she reached down with her other hand and stretched out the front of her panties by the waistband. He could feel her getting closer to exploding as her anal ring clenched rhythmically around his cock.

"Uh, fuck!"

With a shaking hand, Danielle stretched out the panties as she stroked her hard, leaking cock. A second later, she moaned hotly, firing the first of several thick streams of her semen into the front panel of her black panties. She panted and moaned with each successive spurt and watched as her T-Girl cum splashed on the panel of the panties before running down and pooling near the gusset of the garment.

Jason let out a loud moan as Danielle's pulsating anal ring threw him into his own chasm of ecstasy; he gripped her tightly and shoved his cock as far into her as he could, unloading another torrent of sperm into her hot love tunnel. After four heavy spurts, he laid his head on her upper back, panting, and holding onto his lover, his cock still throbbing inside her.

Danielle meanwhile, took a few swipes of the head of her cock with her fingers, causing her to shiver. Steadying herself on shaky legs, she felt Jason's cock ooze wetly out of her used asshole; Jason took a couple of steps back, still panting, as he tried to recover. She licked her fingers of what little cum she'd managed to wipe off the head of her cock; then she pulled up her panties, feeling the cooling stickiness smear against her shrinking cock and balls as the panties were pulled snugly into place.

"That was fucking hot," she panted, leaning her back against the wall, fanning her face with a hand.

"It's your fault," he said, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

"Me?"

"You're too fucking hot for your own good," he said, approaching her and pressing his body against hers, sandwiching her between himself and the wall. Before she had a chance to respond, he covered her mouth firmly with his, kissing her deeply and running his tongue against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close as they stood kissing and nibbling each other's lips for several minutes.

"Come on, baby, we have to get going. We both have a busy day tomorrow."

Danielle kissed him one more time. Then, as she was checking her makeup in the bathroom mirror, Jason collected his camera and made sure the room was as they'd found it. Moments later, he closed the door behind them and they headed for the ground floor. The first stop was the security office to let Charlie know that they were finished; the second stop was the Front Desk; Jason returned the key cards and they said goodnight to Scott. The final stop was Jason's apartment; after a quick, careful shower, to wash the sex off their bodies, Danielle slipped into a black satin nightie and joined a naked Jason in his bed. After several soft kisses, they fell asleep in the moonlight shining in through the bedroom windows, with Danielle cuddled firmly in Jason's arms.

To be concluded... :)

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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

• XVI: A Night in Philadelphia

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