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 V: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 3: Tuesday

Early the next morning, Danielle rolled over in bed towards the windows and gazed at the dark purple sky. She yawned and raised herself on an elbow. Looking at her phone, she saw that it was 5:07AM. Scott would be arriving by six o'clock for breakfast. 53-minutes would be plenty of time for her to get ready for him and order room service. Which she decided to do immediately. She put the order in for two and asked that it be brought up at 6AM. She got up, naked, tugged her semi-hard cock a few times and stretched again then made her way into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet and taking a much-needed pee, she smiled to herself thinking about the events of the day before. It was technically her first full day in the City and it turned out to be a cum-fest. She thought it might be fun to keep a journal, so she made a mental note to buy a book when she'd go shopping later in the afternoon. She knew every day of her vacation wasn't going to be like it had been yesterday, but she hoped to at least enjoy a few cocks each day, whether it was Jason, possibly Scott or going to a sex shop.

She saw in the mirror that the mark on her neck was fading some. She chuckled to herself thinking she was going to have to have a talk with Jason about it. She brushed her teeth then put on a light coat of mascara, eye shadow, liner and blush. She decided to leave the lip color until after breakfast. She spritzed a tiny amount of set spray in her hair and brushed it in her now- favorite hairstyle. At least it would be a favorite until she grew out her hair somewhat. Most of her hair flowed gently down the left side of her head; she adjusted and patted the rest to complete the sexy look. A few dashes of perfume and she was satisfied.

Finished with grooming herself, she saw that it was just after 05:30. So she went and straightened the room; during the night, she'd shaken off the black robe and dropped it on the floor. She gathered her dirty clothes from the day before and tossed them in a laundry bag in the closet. She pulled a matching white cotton bra and panty set out of the dresser and slipped on each garment. Seeing as it was the only available feminine outfit she had that was presentable for wearing outside, she dressed in her dark blue button-down blouse, denim shorts and white ankle socks with white trainers. She made a few quick notes on her phone of the things she'd want to pick up shopping. She unhooked the security bar on the door, unlocked the handle and went and smoothed out the blanket and sheets on the bed. She sat on the side of the bed looking out at the brightening sky, waiting for Scott.

Ten minutes later, her daydreaming was interrupted by a few knocks on the door.

"It's open," she called out.

The door opened and Scott came in, smiling and looking sharp in his hotel uniform. "Good morning, Danielle."

"Good morning, Scott," she said approaching him, holding out her arms.

They gave each other hugs and quick kisses on the cheek.

"You look beautiful, Danielle. Going to go out like this today?"

She smiled. "I figured I'd give it a go," she said looking up in his eyes. Even though she stood at 5-feet 8-inches, she felt small next to his 6- foot-1 frame.

"Good for you," he said, kissing her cheek again.

"Breakfast should be here-," she started. Several sharp knocks cut her off. "Uh, breakfast is here," she chuckled.

She opened the door and a young Asian guy stood behind the food service cart. She smiled at him and greeted him and he wheeled in the cart. He had flowing black hair that came down just short of his uniform collar. He too, was dressed in a uniform similar to Scott's.

He smiled when he saw Scott in the room. "Hey, Scott."

"Hey, Garrett."

Garrett set up the breakfast dishes quickly and quietly.

"Danielle, this is Garrett, Garret, this is my friend, Danielle."

The two exchanged pleasantries and handshakes. Danielle signed the bill and slipped Garrett a 5-dollar bill.

"Thank you, Garrett," she said.

"Thanks, Garrett. See you in an hour."

"Right, Scott," he said, leaving quickly.

"Not that I'm worried about myself, but will he tell people you're here?" she asked.

Scott took off his uniform jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. "No, I doubt it. We have a fairly respectable staff and they're discreet." He held Danielle's chair as she sat and then set himself across, but close, to her. They dug in and started to enjoy the freshly-made meal. Everything was steaming hot and delicious. As they ate, they exchanged small talk.

"Are you enjoying your stay?"

"Oh, absolutely. It's only been a couple of days, but it's been wonderful, very comfortable," she said.

"If anything is ever wrong or you need something, you let me know. I'll take care of you right away."

"Thank you, honey," she said, squeezing his hand.

After a deep sip of hot coffee, he asked, "What made you pick The Starr?"

She giggled, nearly losing the eggs in her mouth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Danielle," he mock scolded, "I would," he said smiling.

She sipped some tea and giggled again. "A map of the Boardwalk and a dart."

"No way," he said.

"See? I told you!," she laughed, pointing at him playfully.

"I believe you. I believe you," he laughed, holding up his hands. "So you just tossed a dart and that was it?"

She giggled and blushed, "Well, it was a bit more than that. As I was trying to throw the dart behind me over my shoulder, the first few tries ended up in the ceiling tiles."

They shared a sincere laugh together with Scott eventually squeezing her hands on the table. "It's good that you hit the target, we never would have had the pleasure of meeting you."

"Thank you, honey."

They finished their food and continued to sip their respective morning beverages.

"Are you going to see Jason tonight?" he asked.

"Well, we don't have a set date for tonight. Why do you ask?"

"I'd like to take you to dinner, if that's okay. Do you think Jason would mind?"

"That's very sweet of you to ask, Scott. But currently, Jason and I aren't committed. I don't think he'd mind."

"Well, I'd hate to get in the way of anything."

"Nonsense," she said softly.

"I've seen the way you both look at each other."

In the few public meetings she'd had with Jason, she didn't know her confused feelings for him would be so noticeable.

"Was I that obvious?"

"Not in a bad way. I noticed it right from when he brought tea to you the other day."

"Well, to be honest, I'd hadn't made up my mind. My feelings are still confused, undecided. He's handsome and sexy and wonderful. But, at the same time, I'm just not sure what I feel."

"Have you ever been in love?" he asked gently.

"Um, I don't know. I'm 24 years old and I've had a few partners. I'm sorry, I can't answer that."

"It's okay, you're young yet. You've got plenty of time to figure it out."

"I admit, I think about Jason a lot. We had dinner the night before."

"Yes, he mentioned dinner. Is that when you got, the, you know," he said, motioning a finger at his neck.

"Uh, yeah, he stayed with me for a while after dinner."

"He's been in a fog for the last couple of days," he chuckled.

She blushed. "Well, I still have to figure things out. I mean, no offense, with all the sex I've been having with guys on this vacation so far-". She stopped herself and realized what she'd said. "Uh, sorry, too much information."

He smiled warmly, "It's okay, Danielle, you should enjoy being yourself. I'm not offended. I find it rather sexy and arousing, actually."

She blushed, not knowing what to say. But she was saved when his watch chimed and he took note of the time. He squeezed her hand again and said, "I have 10 minutes to get downstairs. Thank you for inviting me."

"You're quite welcome, Scott."

She got up and walked him to the door. Taking his arm in her hands, she said, "I'd love to go to dinner with you tonight, honey."

"Great!"

"What should I wear?"

"Well, something nicer than casual. You have a dress?"

"Easy enough," she said smiling.

He opened the door and said, "I get off at five, what time would you like to go?"

"How about seven o'clock? Would that give you enough time to change?"

"Plenty. Even though I live just outside of the City, I keep a small room here at the hotel to use at times. One of the perks of the position," he said smiling. "I'll pick you up here at your room at seven. Thanks again for breakfast, Danielle," he said, walking out.

"Scott?"

"Yes?"

She gently turned him around to face her. Wrapping an arm around his torso and pulling him to her, she reached up and softly cradled his head, bringing his face to hers. She raised herself a short distance on her toes and brought her open mouth against his, flicking her tongue softly, searching out his tongue. Soon, their tongues rubbed and danced together as they shared the hot, deep, coffee-flavored kiss. She thought she could feel his hardened cock against hers as she rubbed her hand through his blonde hair. Separating, Scott whispered he needed to go, she answered with a soft "I know". She lovingly licked his lower lip one last time before he turned and made his way down the long corridor, giving a small wave as he disappeared around the corner to the elevators.

It was only seven o'clock and still too early in the day to go shopping or stroll on the boardwalk; businesses often didn't open before 9-or-10 in the morning. So she went into the bathroom and put on a coat of cherry lip gloss to finish off the morning's makeup ritual. It gave her lips a shiny sheen of translucent red, but not as deep as if she'd worn actual lipstick. She threw her wallet, phone, makeup, hotel comp cards and a few other necessities in her mini pack. As a repeat of the previous day, she left a 5-dollar bill in the soap dish on the dresser as a tip for the maid staff. She added a little note with the tip and headed out the door.

She didn't have to wait long at the elevators.

Upon entering, she saw a middle-aged man in a business suit. His gray hair, neatly combed, matched the groomed beard and moustache he wore. She smiled warmly at him as the doors closed. She was about to reach for the buttons when he held out his hand.

"Floor six or the ground floor?"

Going down, most people tended to go to either the sixth floor or to ground level.

"Ground floor, thank you."

She estimated him to be in his 50s; but regardless, he was dressed impeccably in a dark blue pin-striped suit and black shoes. He was very handsome. He saw her looking him over and smiled at her as the car descended rapidly. She felt her stomach swirl; not only because he caught her looking, but mainly due to the elevator initiating a slow stop.

"Have a good day, Miss." he said smiling, exiting the car.

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

She thought about the 6th Floor as the doors closed. She'd heard that the floor housed the more-expensive restaurants in the hotel as well as several conference rooms. She made a mental note to investigate at some point.

The doors opened on the ground floor and she made her way through the corridors and the lobby and headed for the casino. Passing by several unoccupied card tables and a few that were staffed, she casually strolled through the slot machine clusters looking for the 25-cent machines. She saw one that she liked and dug out the promo cards that Kyle had given her the day before.

Sitting at the machine, she held the cards one-by-one under the laser in the winnings compartment and scanned in all the bar codes, accumulating $15 in free spins. The machine she chose was a classic fruit-sevens-bars game with five pay lines, so killing $1.25 per spin was acceptable. The machine promised a $5000 jackpot to anyone who would get 7's on all five pay lines. She chuckled to herself thinking she'd be lucky to get two sevens on one pay line.

Her first spin resulted in a cherry. Nothing she could buy lunch with, but it was better than losing. The next few spins were duds. Disappointing, but since she didn't have anywhere to be, she stayed and continued to play. Five spins later, she won $25. She thought about cashing out, but figured it was free money, so she'd keep going. Several times she'd gotten 7's on some lines, but never three on a pay line. Several spins and an occasional winner later, she looked and saw that she was up to $32.50. She decided to cash out and look for another machine. She took the printed coupon the machine spit at her and eyed a similar machine a few rows to her left.

She sat and inserted the ticket, crediting her total to the machine. She pulled the lever and the reels spun with accompanied circus-type music. The result was a couple of cherries. This machine too, had five pay lines with a similarly-advertised jackpot. So she spent the rest of the hour spinning and spinning; winning sometimes, losing sometimes. She'd figured she'd hang at the machine until 8:30 and then stroll the boardwalk. The morning was partly cloudy and was in the mid-70s, so it would be a comfortable walk to start the day. She pulled the lever and watched as three triple-bars filled the left-diagonal pay line; lights on top of the machine blinked brightly with bells ringing. Looking at the 'payout' display, she discovered she'd won $400! She let out an excited "Yes!" and decided to hit the 'cash out' button. There weren't many other people about, so she didn't have to worry about drawing a crowd. Taking her printed ticket with a final total of $417.50, she made her way to the Cashier's window.

"Good morning, I'd like to cash this please."

The girl behind the barred counter was an attractive 20-something year- old brunette with pigtails tied in pink bows. She had striking green eyes and her face was beautiful with only faint highlights of makeup on her white skin. She wore a white dress shirt fastened with a black tie. As with most of the other staff, Danielle assumed the girl also wore an accompanying black garment as a skirt or pants. She took the slip from Danielle and smiled warmly.

"Good morning. How would you like this?" she asked.

"Well, a couple of fifties would be okay, and I need some small bills, but the rest in twenties would be perfect."

"Alright."

She opened her cash drawer and counted out the required bills, giving Danielle $37 in small bills in addition to the larger currency.

"Thank you so much," she said smiling.

Danielle scooted over on the counter to let the person behind her get to the window. She recounted her winnings, not to double-check the cashier; she'd watched the girl count out the bills and she was correct both times. The girl even used a currency counting machine. She wanted to separate most of the money into her wallet, while leaving the small bills loose in her pack for easy access. She tossed the fifty cents in the bottom of the sack and she zipped up and walked towards the boardwalk. Halfway there, she had a sudden thought: instead of going on the boardwalk, she'd take a quick ride through her old neighborhood. It'd been many years since she was back there. But before she did that, she wanted to see if Kyle was on duty.

She walked over and saw Kyle standing at his table. She stopped to say hello.

"Good morning, Kyle. How are you today?"

"Good morning, Miss?"

"Danielle."

"I'm well, Danielle, thank you. How have you been?"

"I've been great. I decided to buy a ticket."

"Great!"

Danielle put her pack up on the table and dug for her wallet. She took a small step back, dropping the bag.

"Oh, dear," she said, cupping her cheeks in her hands.

Kyle was around the table in an instant. "I'll get that for you, Danielle."

He picked up the bag and when he straightened up, she gave him a quick, but warm kiss on his cheek. He looked at her in surprise.

"I didn't really drop my bag by accident," she giggled, "I wasn't sure if I could go behind your table."

"What was it for?"

"The kiss, and this," she said slipping a $20-bill in his hand, "is because you brought me luck. I won a few hundred dollars from the slots this morning when I used the comps you gave me."

"Great! But you don't have to tip me."

"Shush, I insist," she said, kissing his cheek again.

He blushed and nodded, smiling at her.

"Now, what do I do to get that ticket?"

Kyle returned to his side of the table and handed Danielle a computer card and pen. "Just fill in six numbers, insert cash or your debit card into the machine and then slip in the card."

"Alright."

Danielle gave some thought to the numbers she wanted.

"You can choose six numbers yourself, or check the box to have the computer choose for you."

After filling in the corresponding squares, she took out the two fifties and fed them into the machine. Once her balance was shown on the display, she slipped the card into the slot and a moment later the machine came to life, printing her ticket and spitting it out of the corresponding slot. She took the ticket, verified the numbers and tucked it securely into her wallet.

"Remember, all winners must be present to claim their prize within sixty minutes or a secondary drawing will take place. But that rarely happens."

"Alright, Kyle. I'll make sure I'm here."

"Good luck, Danielle."

"Thank you, Kyle," she said, bending over the table. She kissed him quickly on his lips and left him standing there speechless.

Towards the lobby of the hotel, she heard a voice off to her left: "Kissing all the help, I see, huh?"

She stopped and turned and saw Jason, smiling at her. He was standing near a blackjack table.

"Good morning." she said, kissing him squarely on the mouth. "Mmmm."

"What was that for?"

"To show you I haven't forgotten about you."

"I've been thinking about you, too," he said, as they stood close, holding each other in an arm.

"But don't be jealous, I was just giving Kyle a kiss because he gave me good luck." She smiled. "He gave me a few comps yesterday and I won a bunch of money this morning."

"Awesome! What do you have planned for the day?"

"Well, I'm going to do some shopping then maybe play more here in the casino."

"You look fantastic, by the way."

"Thank you, honey." She kissed him again. "I decided I want to try to go the whole vacation as my femme side."

"That's wonderful."

"I only have a week and I'll have to go back to boring Daniel when I go back to work, so I figured I'd run with it."

"I'm really glad you're so happy."

"I am. Kinda sad that it's gonna end in a week."

"Well, don't think about that right now."

She nodded in agreement.

"Where are you off to now?" he asked.

"Well, I thought I'd get a taxi and take a ride through my old neighborhood before I went shopping."

"Oh, okay, let me walk you outside."

"Alright."

He took her hand and as they walked through the lobby, Danielle gave a wave to Scott and Jason signaled to him that he'd be right back.

"Would you like to go with me?"

"I'd love to, but I'm on a double today. We had one of the guys call out so I'm covering."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Well, extra money," he said chuckling.

They exited the hotel and descended the stairs to the street. Jason waved to a valet. "Frank, a taxi for Miss Stefani."

"Right, Jason," he said, then made a wave of his hand.

"Oh, Jason, is it alright if I go to dinner with Scott tonight?"

As the taxi rolled to a stop next to them, Jason smiled. "Danielle, I appreciate you asking, but it's okay with me. Scott asked me already, as well", he said, taking both of her hands in his. "Look, I know we're not boyfriend/girlfriend, not yet...maybe one day. But I understand why you're on vacation and what you're looking for, so, just run with it," he said, smiling warmly.

She cupped the side of his face in her hand and said, "You're really wonderful, you know that?" She leaned in and kissed him deeply. "What time does your shift end?"

"Midnight."

The valet opened the door for her.

"Come see me. And I don't care if I'm sleeping, wake me up," she said getting in the cab.

The valet closed the door and the driver pulled away as Danielle and Jason exchanged waves.

They were sitting at the intersection of Pacific and Michigan Avenues. The driver turned slightly to get Danielle's attention, which was focused out the window.

"Miss? I asked 'where to'?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I got lost in thought."

"That's alright," he said, turning back towards the front.

Danielle told him the general area that she wanted to go. She said that it was just going to be a drive-through tour of where she used to live. As he drove, she studied his features. He appeared to be of general height, 5-feet-10, he had wavy brown hair that was getting thin at the front. It didn't appear that he'd normally had facial hair, but this morning he was sporting a bit of stubble. He wore silver, thin-framed glasses and his skin was moderately-tanned. He had on a gray and white plaid dress shirt and she thought she'd caught a glimpse of blue jeans when she'd gotten into the car. The various scars and wrinkles on the visible parts of his body gave her the impression he was in his mid-40s.

They were still on the way to her old neighborhood when they stopped at a light. He turned and reached back and held his hand out to Danielle. "I'm Tom, nice t' meet ya."

"I'm Danielle, Tom, it's nice to meet you," she said smiling, returning his handshake. She also learned that he lived in Atlantic City.

The light changed and he turned back to driving.

"No offense, Miss, but, are you Trans?"

"Um, yes, Tom, I am. I hope that's okay."

"Oh, yeah, f'sure!," he said, giving her a thumbs-up. "You're very pretty."

"Thank you, Tom."

"I never met a transgirl before."

"Well, uh, here I am!," she said, chuckling, tossing her hands slightly in the air.

He laughed with a big grin, showing perfect teeth.

"We're just about there, did ya want me ta let ya out anywhere in particular?"

"No, Tom, you can just drive up and down the different streets. I'll not be getting out here, I'll actually be returning to the hotel when we're done. But just cruise around for a while."

"Yes, Ma'am."

He drove up and down various streets in a nearly-run down section of town. A lot of houses were boarded up, others should have been. There were very few people out; and no children could be seen playing. It was the same scene block after block. They drove down her old street and she was saddened by what she saw.

"I used to live there," she said barely a whisper, pointing to a house that used to be white, but was now a dingy gray. The faux-shutters were dented, worn and some hanging by one screw. "I played on this street and I went to that school." It was a sorry sight. "That on the corner there used to be a neighborhood market." That too, had been boarded up for a very long time. What windows could be seen were severely cracked and broken in some areas and the boards themselves were faded, peeling apart and weather-worn.

Tom discreetly looked in the rear view mirror; it looked like Danielle was about to cry.

"Miss Danielle...you okay?" he asked softly.

She sniffed and turned away from the window. "I'm fine, Tom," she said quietly, swallowing hard. "You can take me back now, please."

They had to stop for a light and he turned and said, "Danielle, why doncha come up here an' sit with me," he suggested with a slight southern drawl.

"Um, okay, that sounds nice."

She got out of the cab as Tom reached over and opened the front door for her. She tossed her pack on the floor and they were soon headed back to the hotel.

"If ya don't mind me askin', Danielle, how do I meet a transgirl? I tried those apps on the phone but got nowhere," he said, trying to get her attention off of her sad experience.

She turned sideways, putting a knee up on the seat and her arm up on the seat back. "Oh, I know what you mean, I never had much luck with them either. I guess try to go to places where T-Girls are going to be. And be yourself. You seem like a very nice guy, so you've got that going for you. You're handsome."

"Thank you, Miss." He smiled.

"I guess after that, any kind of dating would be hit-and-miss."

"Danielle, would ya mind if we stopped for a moment, I'd like ta run in an' get a drink," he said, pointing to a mini mart.

"Not at all. I'm not in a hurry," she said as it was just only 9:30.

Tom pulled the cab behind the small store that was situated in an industrial area of town and turned off the engine.

"I park back here an' nap sometimes. Would ya like anythin'?"

"No, thank you, Tom, I'm okay."

Tom left with a quick wave and Danielle sat there trying to shake the depressing feelings that threatened to close in on her. She thought she'd see some changes to her neighborhood, but she didn't think it would be as bad as what they just drove through. So she changed her line of thinking to what she wanted to accomplish for the rest of the day. There was Scott and Jason. Jason. She liked Scott, but she liked Jason more. Where would things go with him? Should she just give up on playing the field and devote the rest of the vacation to him? Or should she just let loose? Was Scott correct? Was she in love? The questions were many and confusing.

Her daydreaming was broken by Tom getting back in the cab.

"Sorry, Danielle, I decided ta get a sandwich. You don't mind if I take a moment, do ya? I won't let the meter add extra time."

"It's alright, honey, I really don't mind."

"I like talkin' to ya, you're a darlin'," he said.

She blushed and smiled, welcoming the affection.

"So how long have ya been a transgirl?" he asked before biting his food.

"Oh, well, I've dressed fem on and off for many years, since my teens. Mainly in private. Actually, this trip is the first time I'm out in the open."

"I've seen lots of transgirls in videos an' magazines. They were always a turn-on for me for some reason. Really sexy. Seen a bunch o' videos since I live alone. I'm divorced."

"Sorry to hear that, honey."

"Thanks, but, it was for the best. We just weren't gettin' along."

"That's a shame."

"Well, is what it is. So I gather ya like guys?"

"How so?"

"Well, I didn't mean ta, mind ya, but I heard your friend say that you two weren't boyfriend/girlfriend yet. I did notice the way ya kissed him, though."

She blushed.

"Then ya just mentioned that ya hadn't had much luck with the dating apps and ya said that ya dressed mainly in private. So I guess all that means ya like dressin' for guys?"

She smiled. "That's pretty good."

"No offense, but this job isn't the most excitin' an' I kinda make up for it by bein' observant an' listenin' real good."

"You do very well."

"So where do ya go to meet guys?" he asked between bites.

"Well, there is a gay website I like to go to. And I like going to different adult theaters or sex shops. There's always guys hanging out at booths and such."

"That's hot. There's a few places in A.C. close ta your hotel. There's the Paradise Boutique an' the Sampson store/theater. There's one more, I can't remember the name."

"The Sampson. That's close to my hotel."

"I go there quite a bit. It's an easy place ta get off after a shift or when there's a long lull between riders."

"I understand."

Tom finished his sandwich and crumpled up the papers and stashed them under his seat. Danielle took a peek and saw that Tom had a nice hardon in his pants. He reached over and gently touched her hand. She jumped slightly at the contact; she'd been lost in a thought of being on her knees at the theater servicing guys and his touch brought her back to reality.

"Sorry, Danielle."

"No, it's ok, I was lost again," she said.

"Would ya like ta go with me ta the Sampson now? I'm kinda horned up."

"Uh, well, maybe some other time? I do have some things I need to do today. But I have about a week left in my vacation."

"That'd be nice," he said smiling at her. "I look forward to it."

He reached to turn on the ignition, but her hand suddenly touching his stopped him.

"Wait," she said.

He looked at her with questioning eyes. As she thought to herself that she wasn't one to tease, she scooted over and started to unbutton his jeans. He took a deep sigh as she pulled the zipper down, giving his hard cock only a small bit of space to expand as he had on underwear. She tugged gently on the waistband of his jeans and he lifted his ass so she could pull down his clothing. His cock popped up lewdly and he leaned back in his seat. She grasped the cock in her right hand and leaned down on her left arm to get her face in his lap; and it was easy as he had an old-style bench seat in his cab.

"Oh, it's beautiful," she said, admiring the 7-inch cut cock. It was a little thicker than average and it was shaped much like an old-fashioned sci-fi rocket ship. There was a small pearl of precum on the tip. She licked it off, detecting a sweet-but-salty taste.

"Danielle," he whispered, "please suck it."

He pushed gently on the back of her head and his cock slowly entered her hot, moist mouth. She moaned at having another cock in her mouth and she began to bob her head up and down. She sucked and stroked and swirled her tongue around the head. She felt precum ooze steadily onto her tongue. That coupled with Tom's heavy breathing and his thrusting hips, she knew that he was close. He rubbed her head with one hand and rubbed her cheek with the other. Suddenly, he let out a low growl and second later, his cock let out a steady flow of watery cum. She moaned as he spurted in her mouth; she swirled her tongue around the head and felt the hot fluid swish on her tongue and her cheeks. She swallowed, moaning, and sucked more. His cock let out a few more drools of cum as it softened in her mouth. He was getting too sensitive and jerked his cock out of her mouth. Some of the spit and cum that was still left in her mouth made her chin wet. As he sat there panting, she raised herself up, sitting back on the seat. He muttered an 'Oh' and while she swallowed and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, she caught sight of a black-and-white car parked in front of the taxi.

She had a moment of panic when she saw an Atlantic City Police Officer approach Tom's window.

Leaning on the door, he looked at them both. "Tom, when are you gonna learn?" the dark-haired, white-skinned cop asked.

"Uh-"

"You okay, Miss?" the Officer asked, looking at her.

"Yes, Sir," she squeaked.

"He didn't force you, did he?"

She licked her lips of the remaining cum. All she could do was shake her head to him in the negative.

"What's your name?"

"Danielle Stefani," she said softly.

"Give her a break, Joe."

"You know better, Tom."

"We couldn't wait."

"I oughta take you in."

"C'mon, Joe, gimme a break."

Danielle watched the exchange with wide eyes and butterflies in her stomach.

"How many times do I gotta tell you we're supposed to be watching out for people having sex in cars?"

"Sorry, Joe."

"It's gonna cost you. I'm gonna have to write tickets."

Danielle saw the Officer stand up with his ticket book in hand. She heard him place the book on the roof and he leaned in to start writing. It was then that she noticed that his very large cock and heavy balls were out of his zipper and framed by the window; his cock throbbed gently with his heartbeat and was thickening by the second. It had to be 8-inches, easy.

Danielle thought she heard him say, "It's gonna be very expensive, Tom."

Tom looked at her and she quickly got up on hands and knees and positioned herself across the seat. She took the Officer's cock in her mouth and started a steady, slow suck. She rested her hands on the seat next to Tom's bare thigh and started rocking back and forth, so she could easily bob on the hard cock invading her mouth. She used her tongue as best she could; she even brought up a hand to stroke the shaft while she enjoyed the head. Officer Joe was getting very excited; his precum started dripping in her mouth and she thought she heard him moan softly. She started bobbing quicker and she felt Tom's hand on the back of her head, pushing it forward. The head of the Officer's cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Tom pushed more, she gagged more. Soon she felt the cock in her mouth throb hotly and she knew cum was going to flow soon. She managed to back off the cock enough that when the Officer growled and spurted, his hot, tangy cum landed and pooled all around her tongue and inside her cheeks. She swallowed and Tom pushed her head forward, gagging her on the cop's gorgeous piece of meat once again. He spurted more, causing her to cough and choke a bit. She pulled back until only the large mushroom head was in her mouth and she suckled the tip to get all of the cum the Officer had to offer. He finally had enough and pulled his cock back, dripping a bit of cum on the edge of Tom's door. Danielle swallowed and sat back on her legs and wiped her mouth again with her hand. Officer Joe's face filled the window once again.

"Well, I guess I can let you off with a warning this time."

Danielle nodded and swallowed.

"Thank you, Miss," he said.

"Th-thank you, Sir," she squeaked breathlessly.

He pointed at Tom. "Behave yourself," he said then walked back to his car.

Danielle slumped back on the door, panting heavily. "Oh, my God," she panted as the black-and-white backed up, "I thought I was gonna get arrested."

"Him? Nah, he's harmless. That fucker's hornier than I am."

Tom pulled up his clothing and then started the car.

"And that bit about me forcin' girls, he likes ta give me trouble by makin' shit up."

"Oh, my God."

"It's okay, Danielle, there was no danger. He's my ex brother-in-law. He does it all the time. He's caught me back here few times with women in the car. You were fine. Just relax."

"Easy for you to say. I was the one with a mouth full of cum when he came up. What woulda happened if I didn't think to suck him off?"

"I woulda nudged ya," he said smiling widely.

They sat there sharing a relieved laugh.

"Where are ya wantin' ta go, Miss Danielle? Back ta your hotel?"

"Yes, Sir. Just let me fix my lips."

Tom reached up and dropped the visor for her. She took a few moments cleaning around her mouth and then re-applied her lip gloss. When she was done, she leaned over and gave Tom a kiss on his mouth.

"There. I'm ready."

"No worse for wear," he said smiling, putting the car in gear.

She poked his ribs playfully and he drove off.

It was a few minutes before 10AM and they were nearing the entrance to the City on Missouri Avenue.

"Tom, could you drop me off around the shopping area instead, please?"

"Yes, Ma'am. We're close."

He took a right off of Missouri onto Pacific Avenue. A moment later, he took another right onto Michigan and then drove a couple of blocks west, coming to a stop at the corner of Michigan and Arctic Avenues in front of Victoria's Secret.

"This is pretty central here; there's shops all around. If ya look for those blue things," he said, pointing to a large blue pillar across on the other corner that looked like an information kiosk, "they have a map."

"Okay, Tom, thank you." She kissed him. "For everything." she added, smiling.

"Here, Darlin'," he said, handing her a card. "That's my info. Call me if ya wanna hang or meet at the Sampson. Or just call me if ya need a ride. Or just call me if ya don't need anythin'. Call anytime." He winked.

"I'll do that. Now how much do I owe you?"

"No charge," he said matter-of-factly.

She blushed getting his meaning. "Thanks, Tom, but I have to pay you. You have to pay bills too, ya know."

"Meter says $27.75. So say twenty."

"You're sweet," she said, getting out of the cab. She closed the door and walked around the front of the car digging in her pack at the same time. She got to his window and leaned down. "Here, keep the change," she said, stuffing thirty-five dollars in his palm. She leaned in and kissed him fully on the mouth, brushing his tongue with hers. "No arguments," she said, winking. "I'll call you in a couple of days. You can count on that."

"Keep bein' sweet, Darlin'. Talk to ya soon," he said before pulling away gently.

She walked up on the sidewalk, touched-up her lips and then strolled into Victoria's Secret.

Danielle didn't immediately buy anything in Victoria's Secret, but she did make a mental note of a few items that she wanted to get at a later time. The visit was productive, though, as she asked one of the girls where she could get a moderately-priced dinner dress. So she had that going for her. And while she was inside, she had the bright idea to get a manicure and pedicure.

So the first thing she did was to head across the street to a discount shoe store and buy a pair of flip-flops. Not the generic, beach-type, but the ones she chose were white and had an increasing incline from a 1-inch platform in the front to 2-inches in the back. So they could be comfortably worn anywhere off the beach. She didn't really need these, she had a few pairs just like them at home. But she didn't want to try walking around and shopping wearing nothing but those paper or plastic 'sandals' they give you after a pedicure. Then she found a nail salon and told the woman exactly what she wanted. So she chose her color, dark red, and sat in the seat and made herself comfortable.

Forty-five minutes later she was done.

"You're good to go, honey," the short blonde woman said.

Her finger and toenails were a deep, rich red, and looked fantastic.

"Thanks."

"No shoes for about an hour."

"I brought flip-flops to wear."

"That'll work. Try to avoid closed-toe shoes for a while."

Danielle carefully slipped on the flip-flops and packed her trainers and socks in the bag. She followed the woman to the front.

"$40, honey."

Danielle dug into her bag and brought out fifty dollars. Handing the bills to the woman she said, "Thank you very much. You keep the change."

A moment later, she was on her way to buy her dress and heels for her dinner date.

For the better part of two hours, Danielle did badly-needed shopping. For her date with Scott, she bought a nicely-priced red dress, a pair of black strappy high-heel sandals with a 4" stiletto heel, and a small black clutch purse. For the remainder of the vacation, she picked up the journal she'd planned on, a few casual blouses, skirts and a pair of white wedge heels. Then she had lunch at an outside cafe close to the shopping area.

The clock was ticking near 1:30PM and she had a ton of stuff and a decent walk back to her hotel. Then a light went on over her head.

She grabbed her phone and a moment later, a syrupy-sweet voice answered.

Then she said: "Tom, this is Danielle."

"Hey, Darlin', ya okay? Didn't expect a call so quick."

"Yeah, I'm okay, all is good. It's just I did a bit of shopping and really don't want to walk back to the hotel with it all as I got a pedicure, too."

"Where are ya? I can be there in less than ten minutes."

"How about you get me in front of Victoria's Secret? I just finished lunch and it won't take but a minute or two to get over there."

"I'll look for ya, Darlin',"

"Thanks, honey. See you soon."

Two minutes for Danielle and seven minutes for Tom; he pulled up in front of her at their planned rendezvous. He got out and laughed when he saw her there holding her dress bag and all the bags around her legs. "Whatcha do, Darlin', buy the whole store?," he teased. He popped the trunk and put all her purchases in. They laid the dress on the back seat and Danielle got in the front of the taxi with Tom.

"Thank you, honey."

"My pleasure, Darlin',"

"Have you been busy?"

"Had a few fares, nothin' fancy."

Danielle scooted closer to him for the short ride to the hotel. Five minutes later they were pulling into the taxi staging area of The Starr. They got out, Danielle grabbed her dress and Tom retrieved all the bags from the back and locked up.

Approaching the entrance to the hotel, Tom called out to the valet Frank, "Just helpin' this little lady with her bags, Frank. Be out in half-hour or so, might stop for a sandwich."

Frank gave Tom a short wave and Danielle slipped Frank a 10-dollar bill.

"Thank you, Miss Stefani," he said smiling.

As they walked through the lobby, Danielle took a peek but did not see any sign of Jason or Scott. So the two made their way into the elevator, thankfully alone as she wasn't in the mood for a crowd, and waited to get to her floor.

Once on the 29th floor, they made quick work getting to and into her room. Danielle hung the dress in the closet and Tom put all her bags on the table. She unbuttoned and shook out of her blouse and carefully slid off her flip-flops.

"Sit down, honey, relax," she said.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and Danielle turned on the table lamp. She went back to the closet and carefully took out the dress from the protective cover. Then she removed the clear wrap and went over to Tom.

"Whatcha think?" she asked, holding up the velvety red garment.

He let out a whistle as his eyes glistened with the idea of her being in the slinky dress. "You're gonna look blazin' hot!"

She put the dress back into the closet and plopped down beside him on the bed.

"Thank you for coming to get me," she said, raising her ass to pull off her shorts.

"I'm happy to do it."

"You didn't tell me how much the fare was."

"You don' have ta pay me ev'ry time."

She pushed him down on the bed and she raised herself on her hands and knees over him.

Grinning at him and copying his slight accent, she teased, "Then how do ya make a livin' if ya keep givin' away free rides? Hmmm?"

"Well..."

She sat back on his thighs and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his gray-haired chest and abdomen. She moaned, running her hands through his chest hair. She marveled at the way her red nails looked caressing his chest. She leaned down and placed soft kisses all over his chest and abdomen. Unbuttoning his jeans, Danielle quickly undid the zipper and took hold of his pants and underwear by the waist. She scooted off the edge of the bed, pulling his garments down to his ankles. She stood up, surveying his near-naked body, showing him her body in white bra and panties, of which her hard cock poked past the waistband.

"Sexy," she cooed.

"You're sexy, too, Darlin'." he said, devouring her with his eyes.

She leaned on the bed with her hands on either side of his thighs and licked his cock from base to tip, swirling her tongue at the top and tasting his precum. He moaned at her ministrations and grabbed his cock with one hand, pointing it straight up and guiding her head with the other. Her hot mouth engulfed his throbbing cock as far as she could, hitting the tip against her throat. Up and down she bobbed rhythmically, spit drooling out of the corners of her mouth. She circled the head with her tongue continuously, coaxing more precum to ooze out of his cock. He let go of his cock and held Danielle's head in both of his hands. His hips began to thrust upwards, to meet her downward motion. With each thrust he would poke the back of her throat, causing her to audibly gag. Her eyes began to water and she swallowed the spit and precum mixture repeatedly that constantly built up in her mouth. The sounds of his grunting, her throat gagging and her mouth slurping wildly on his cock echoed lewdly through the room. With a loud grunt, Tom grabbed her hair, stiffened and unloaded a second load of hot sperm in her mouth. She coughed but got her throat under control to swallow his steady flow of semen. Soon after, he sagged on the bed, releasing her head. She took a deep breath and swallowed one last time, savoring his tasty seed. His cock dropped out of her mouth, hitting his belly with a wet 'slap'. Danielle laid down next to him, on her side, both of them breathing heavily.

She felt her hard cock press against his hip and she instinctively started a slow thrust against him. She moaned as she enjoyed the feelings, draping an arm over his torso and pulling him close.

"How can I help you cum?" he asked softly.

"You ever been with a guy before?"

"Mm, not like this. Jus' through the holes at the Sampson."

"Well, I love kissing. Kissing makes me hot." She reached down and pulled her panties down just about mid-thigh. "Turn on your side, face me." He complied and she took his free hand. "For now, just jerk me off and kiss me at the same time. If you feel you're not comfortable yet, it's cool. I want you to go at your own pace."

"I'll be fine, Darlin'."

"Just do this." She had his hand in hers and she started a slow, steady stroke. When he got the rhythm she liked, she let go and caressed his waist and ass. They locked their mouths together and their tongues played back-and-forth in each other's mouth.

"A little faster, honey."

He quickened his pace and kissed her more. She moaned into his mouth and started thrusting in his fist.

"Rub your thumb over the tip while you stroke," she panted.

He complied with her desires and rubbed the slick, sticky fluid all around the head that oozed from her cock. She moaned and panted continuously into his mouth, licking and sucking his tongue and kissing him deeply.

"Don't...stop. Gonna...(uhn)...cum," she moaned sexily.

She gripped his waist tightly and locked her mouth on his, holding his head with her free hand. He continued his quick, steady strokes and she stiffened suddenly. A second later, she moaned loudly and started spurting her pent-up cum on their stomachs and on the bed in between them. He stroked and rubbed and she pushed her hips up and shook with her orgasm. She grabbed his hand with hers and slowed his motion. She panted heavily into his chest and finally, softly, removed his hand from her sensitive cock. She stayed there for a few minutes, resting on is body. When she caught her breath, she looked up at him and kissed him. Then she licked his hand clean of her cum.

"Thank you, honey, that was awesome."

"That was fun. I do okay for a first time?"

"Perfect," she said smiling. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, Darlin'."

"You okay? Are you comfortable with playing with a transgirl so far?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I feel good."

"Good, honey." She sat up slowly. "I should clean up, huh?"

"I should get goin' too. But ya call me anytime, ya hear?"

She retrieved a towel from the bathroom. "I will. I enjoyed spending time with you," she said, as she wiped Tom's body clean. "Maybe next time you can fuck me."

"Anythin' for you, Darlin'," he said.

After another quick wipe of Tom's torso, he kissed her again and left.

She quickly tidied herself up and redressed in the dark blue top and denim shorts. Since it was just after two o'clock, she saw that she had five hours until Scott was due. Which gave her four hours to kill; she'd only need an hour to shower and dress. So she transferred her makeup, phone, wallet and money into her new 10"x6" clutch purse. After attaching and adjusting the strap that she found in the inside pocket, she slung the purse over her shoulder. It was much more comfortable than her mini backpack. She turned off the lights, made sure she had her room key and was out the door.

Danielle passed through the lobby on her way to the casino. There she saw Jason behind the counter; she waved and he waved her over. He said she'd had a message waiting and he handed her a piece of paper. Pete had called earlier in the day leaving his contact information. She thanked Jason and told him she'd be hanging out in the casino for a while. He said that he would try to find her when he was on his break.

She played a few slot machines, lost her bets, and she wandered through the tables. She tried her hand at a few rounds of blackjack; after a half an hour and accumulating a stack of chips worth $250, she decided to move on. She took a slow stroll through more tables and saw a roulette wheel inside a sectioned-off area close to the entrance of the lobby. There were only two people at the table and it seemed much quieter than the regular tables. She walked in and saw the placard on the table that basically stated that the minimum bet was $50 and the maximum inside bet was $1000.

She approached the table and waited until the current round was over. The winner was 31-black and a middle-aged blonde woman was excited she'd won. Her white dress looked aged or vintage, but pretty. She smiled widely as the croupier counted out her winnings. The croupier's actions were quick and precise. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair. He stood about six-feet tall in his black uniform and matching black vest. His striking blue eyes kept watch on the table and the gamblers. His gold nametag read 'Don'.

"May I join you?" Danielle asked the people at the table.

"Absolutely! Take a seat, little lady!" a very large man in a black business suit boasted. He pulled out a chair next to him for Danielle to sit on. The woman smiled.

"Thank you," Danielle said to him.

He was a 50s-ish man, his thin dark hair neatly styled to his head. His blue eyes sparkled at her. He was heavy-set and round, but his suit was well- tailored and looked good on him. His red tie was striking against his white dress shirt. He had a gardenia pinned through his lapel. In one hand he had some green chips, in the other hand, a cigar that had long since gone out, was clutched between two fingers. A large pile of green chips were stacked in front of him on the table. The old woman had a smaller stack of pink chips.

"I'm Larry, Miss, nice'ta make your acquaintance," the man said, holding out a beefy hand to her.

"I'm Danielle. Nice to meet you," she said, shaking his hand softly.

"Real nice meetin' ya, Danielle." He pointed to the woman to his right, "That's Irene".

"Ma'am," she said, nodding to the woman.

The woman nodded, smiled and went back to studying the table.

Danielle placed her $250 stack on the table and the croupier exchanged them with a comparably-valued stack of blue chips.

Seeing the look of slight confusion on her face, Larry leaned over and whispered, "Each of us have a different color so the dealer knows whose chips they are."

Danielle nodded and whispered, "Thank you," then heard, "Place your bets."

She took a chip and placed it on 16-red, as she was born on the 16th of November. Larry placed several bets around the table and the old woman placed two. The croupier spun the wheel and put the ball in play, waiting for any last-second bets to be placed. Larry finished up by placing a stack on double- zero, then the croupier waved his hand over the table and said, "No more bets."

The wheel spun and the white ball traveled in the opposite direction. Soon, each slowed and the ball bounced around the inside of the wheel, coming to rest in a number section.

"20-black-even," the croupier called.

Larry made a little fist pump as he'd won one of his bets.

The croupier swiped all the losing bets to the side and paid Larry on his winning line. The old woman chose to cash out, and was given chips worth her colored stack.

Spin.

"Place your bets."

Danielle thought of a number to play, but she watched Larry place his bets around the table. Seeing as he put a chip of his on the number she'd been thinking, she also, put her chip on number 27. Once again, the croupier called for no more bets.

At the end of the cycle, the croupier announced, "27-red-odd."

Danielle could not believe it. She sat the breathlessly, smiling widely.

"Nice going, Darlin'!" Larry exclaimed, rubbing her thigh in congratulations.

"Wow, this is great," she laughed.

Once again, the croupier cleared the table of all losing bets and paid the winning ones. Larry took his few small stacks and Danielle took her winnings worth $1,750.

She stacked her blue chips neatly in front of her. She'd occasionally take a look towards the lobby entrance to see if she could catch Jason walking by. She was hoping she could catch him so she could share in her good fortune.

For almost an hour, Danielle and Larry played the table. He would help her along by instructing her on the different types of bets and he told her of his personal favorites. It turned out that the holding of the extinguished cigar in his right fingers was a sort of good-luck charm. They played some and lost, played some more numbers and won. Occasionally, Danielle would squeeze his free hand or his thigh that was lightly touching hers. Sometimes, he would do the same, but after a bit, she did feel his arm around her on the back of her chair.

"C'mon, Don, give the Lady a winner," Larry joked between spins.

Don chuckled with a slight smile and continued the game.

During the next few spins, Danielle's stack got down to a little over a thousand dollars. As she played her next set of numbers, she saw Jason walk out of the lobby. She called to him and waved him over.

"Hi, Danielle. Hey there, Mr. Emsley."

"Hi, Jason, you know this little lady?"

"Indeed, I do," he said smiling.

"Nice," Larry said, winking.

"Is everything alright with your stay, Mr. Emsley?"

"Perfect, Jason. I never have any problems."

"Great. If you need anything, let me know."

"Will do, son."

"Place your bets."

Danielle placed a couple of 'street' bets, which were three numbers in a single row, when Jason leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I never thought you'd go for a high-stakes table."

She looked up and kissed his cheek. "Well, I actually sat here because it was quieter than out there," she said chuckling, throwing a thumb towards the main room.

"1-red-odd".

Don went through the routine of clearing the table.

"Going on break soon?" she asked.

"Yeah, I was going to go after this," he said, gently waving an item in his hand.

Danielle looked to see that Jason was holding sealed envelope.

Don spun the wheel.

"Whatcha got there?"

"Place your bets."

"Oh, just something that came in for the guest in room 750. I was on the way there when I saw you."

Danielle looked at the table. Then she looked at Larry, to the envelope that Jason was holding and then back to the layout. She took a deep breath, took nearly all her chips and placed a stack of 15 $50 chips on a single number. She heard Larry mutter a low "Whoa, Darlin'", and Jason gasped, "Danielle!"

She touched his leg to calm him, saying, "It's my lucky number, it's the day my Dad was born on."

"No more bets."

No more bets meant the obvious, but it also meant that all bets were final and that take-backs or changes were not allowed. Danielle felt Jason's hand on her shoulder; she felt Larry's chubby hand on her bare thigh. The wheel spun. She reached up and covered Jason's hand with hers. The ball spun around the rim, slowing gradually. She touched Larry's hand and he opened it, taking a firm-but-gentle hold on hers. They watched as the white ball dropped into the well and hit a deflector. Jason's hand gripped her shoulder tighter. The ball was lively and jumped with wild abandon. Larry squeezed both Danielle's hand and the cigar he still had clutched in his other fist.

As if in slow motion, Danielle watched wide-eyed as the wheel turned and the ball bounced. She had a lump in her throat, butterflies in her stomach and she felt a tightening in her anal ring from the uncertainty and possibility of losing nearly $1000.

With a final 'clink', the ball landed with finality.

Don called: "15-black-odd is the winner."

Danielle brought her hands to her face and gasped in excitement through a wide smile; Jason looked at the ceiling and exclaimed, "Yes!", and Larry bellowed, "Way to go, Darlin'!" and laughed loudly. The gambling crowd outside their area looked briefly over their way before turning back to their own games.

Danielle jumped up and threw her arms around Jason's neck, pulling him in excitedly and kissing his mouth. Then she leaned over and gave Larry's big body a squishy hug and kissed him too. They enjoyed the laughter and excitement and Danielle sat down, breathing heavily.

Don finished counting and stacking Danielle's winnings. Getting approval from the Floor Supervisor, Don pushed the large stack of blue chips over to Danielle.

"Congratulations, Miss," Don said.

"Thank you, Don!" she said breathlessly.

"Wow, Danielle," Jason stood there dumbstruck.

Danielle stood up again, embracing Jason tightly.

"Son, this little lady's a keeper," Larry said, winking.

Danielle leaned over to Larry again, hugging and kissing him once again. "Thank you for guiding me along," she whispered in his ear. She kissed his cheek, straightening herself.

"My pleasure, Danielle," he said with a smile.

She turned to Don and said, "I think I'll cash out."

"That would be a good idea," Jason piped in, grinning.

A few moments later, Don signaled the supervisor again and pushed several large stacks of casino chips over to Danielle worth $26,250. She could not believe what was happening. Jason had retrieved a small container from near the slot machines and handed it to Danielle.

"Here, sweetie, put your chips in here."

She put her winnings in the cup with trembling hands. She leaned slightly over the table and gently tossed a $500 chip in front of Don. "That's for you, Don, thank you," she said smiling.

"Thank you, Miss," he said, smiling, placing his tip into the cash box on the table.

She leaned down and kissed Larry once more, tucking a $500 chip into his hand. "Thank you again, honey," she said.

"Now, Darlin', you don't-"

Danielle softly covered his lips with a finger. "Please, I insist," she said, kissing him quick.

She took Jason's hand in hers and addressed the two men at the table, "Thank you again, guys, be seeing you!"

"Want to go up to my room, Jason?" she asked, seductively licking her lower lip, after they left the roulette room.

"You," he said emphasizing the word and pointing at Danielle, "are going to cash in your chips and put your money away."

He took Danielle by the hand and led her through the game tables and slot machines. On the way there, he ran into another bellhop.

"Ian!" he waved, "over here."

A short lanky guy with light brown hair came over. His young features made him look as though he'd not even gotten out of high school yet.

"Yeah, Boss?" he asked.

"Where ya headed?"

"I was just on my way to break," he said, pointing towards the boardwalk exit.

"Okay, deliver this to room 750 right away, please, Miss Stefani needs assistance. Then go ahead and take your break. You can take an extra 10 minutes."

"Okay, Boss, thanks!"

He pulled Danielle to the cash window and she stacked her chips neatly on the counter, adding the few chips that she still had in her purse. The man pulled them towards him and began counting out her winnings. Jason meanwhile, stood behind her looking around.

"26,175 dollars. How would you like this, Miss?" the cashier asked.

"Hundreds are okay. The one-seventy-five you can break into small bills, please."

Seeing what he was looking for, Jason put his hand in the air and signaled a fellow hotel associate.

The cashier quickly counted out 260 100-dollar bills, and an assortment of 20s and below. He ran the stack of bills through his money counter twice; satisfied, he slid the stack of money to Danielle. She did a quick count of her own, thanked the cashier and placed her winnings in her purse.

Turning to Jason, she saw a large, stocky guy come over. He was large, not because of height, but because of girth. He stood only 5-feet-8, but he was muscular and athletic. His neon yellow shirt clung snugly to his upper body, his biceps looking as though they were going to tear the sleeves. His black pants were crisp and being held up by a utility belt with handcuffs, other accessories and a holstered 9mm semi-automatic pistol. He looked at Danielle and nodded, she returned the greeting to the security man, smiling demurely at him.

"Hey, Charlie, can you spare 10 or so minutes?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"Miss Stefani just won at the tables and I'd appreciate it if you would escort her to her room."

"Of course," he said to Jason. "When you're ready, Miss," to Danielle.

"When you get up to your room, lock the door and put your money in the safe. I'll come up to see you shortly."

"Okay, honey," she said to Jason as he walked towards the lobby.

Charlie escorted Danielle as requested and they made their way through to the elevators. He summoned an elevator and a moment later, they got on; Charlie held his hand out to make the other guests awaiting an elevator remain waiting for another car. The doors closed and they continued to exchange small talk along the way. Minutes later they were at Danielle's room. She slid the computer card into the mechanism and the lock clicked and she opened the door.

"Thank you, Charlie, I appreciate the escort."

"My pleasure, Miss. If you need anything else, you let me know."

"Thanks, again. Bye for now."

Danielle closed the door gently. Charlie waited until he heard her latch the lock. He then walked around the hallway and surrounding areas for a little while after, to make sure Danielle hadn't been followed.

Smiling to herself, Danielle sat at the table in her room, playing with her winnings. She had little stacks of 100-dollar bills spread all around. She couldn't believe how her life was progressing so much on this vacation. Her daydreaming was broken by knocking on the door. She gently scooped up all the cash and put it in the room's safe that was bolted in a compartment below the TV. Locking the safe door, she went to greet her visitor. Taking a look through the peephole, she saw that it was Jason.

"Hi, honey," she said, pulling him in the room. As the door closed, she placed several rapid-fire kisses on his mouth and rubbed her hands through his hair. "Can you believe it?!"

"You're amazing," he said, bringing her in for a tight hug. Placing his hand behind her head, he kissed her deeply, gently probing her mouth with his tongue. They shared this deep kiss for a couple of minutes, Jason finally breaking it. "I have to get back. You put your money in the safe there?"

"It's there."

"Good. I'll have different guys on the staff stroll through outside every so often on their rounds to make sure no one is hanging around."

"You're sweet."

"Well, we have to keep a good eye on our guests. We don't want the Starr to get a bad reputation."

"Is that all I am to you," she mock-pouted, "just a guest?" she teased.

"You," he emphasized, "are much more than that."

She smiled, kissing his lips quickly.

"I could get lost in your eyes," he whispered.

Danielle felt her heart melt and butterflies in her tummy again, but this time they were good ones. She wanted to have him right there, right now, but she knew he didn't have the time.

"You can. Tonight," she said softly.

"I better go. I'll be here right after midnight," he said, letting her go.

"I'll be waiting, Love."

"Keep your safe locked. If you want to put your money in the bank, I'll take you tomorrow, I have the day off."

"Thank you, Darling, you're sweet."

"Sweet on you," he said smiling and closed the door.

Danielle strode softly around the room in a daze, smiling to herself. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have met Jason. She paced around in circles, smiling, getting lost in thought. She brought herself out of her daydreaming and checked the time. She had two-and-a-half hours until her date with Scott. Not seeing a need to change out of her blouse, shorts and flip- flops, she opened the safe, counted out a stack of 100s and then locked the compartment. Double-checking that the safe was secure, she stuffed her money into her purse and rushed out the door.

A quick 10-minute walk from the hotel, she found what she was looking for. Walking into the salon, she didn't see many people in the place, but she asked if she could be seen right away. A young brunette woman named Yolanda was there at the front counter.

"What did you want done?" Yolanda asked.

"Well, I have a date at 6 tonight, can you do a dye and style for me?" Danielle told the girl six o'clock as she had a few other errands to run and needed time.

"Come sit."

Danielle followed the young woman to an open salon chair.

"Have you ever had your hair dyed before?"

"No, this'll be the first time."

Yolanda brushed her fingers through Danielle's hair.

"Your hair feels healthy. That and the short length will help keep the time down to a minimum. What color did you have in mind and what style?"

Danielle told her the color she wanted and that the style would just be like she's been wearing, at least until her hair grew out.

"Okay, the choice of color is good, it shouldn't take that long. It can usually take up to two hours, but since you don't have that much time, I'll do one coat of the dye. You'll look fabulous for your date, but I'll want you back here tomorrow or the day after so I can do a more thorough job. And when you come back, it'll only be an additional twenty."

"Tomorrow is fine."

Yolanda took Danielle through the steps; having her hair washed, soaked her head in the dye and sitting for a bit to let the dye set. They chatted like friends as Yolanda worked. When Yolanda was satisfied, she rinsed Danielle's hair and then dried and styled it. Danielle sat in the chair looking at her reflection in the mirror. She could not believe how beautiful she looked! She sat there looking at her true self for the first time. The happiness she felt nearly brought her to tears. She felt a gentle pressure on her shoulder.

"Is it ok?" Yolanda asked.

"Um, yes, just didn't expect..." she trailed off.

"You just start your transition?"

"What?"

"It's okay, honey, I get a lot of you girls in here."

"Um, yes, this is all new to me."

"Well, don't worry, you're beautiful, and you got this," Yolanda said, winking.

"Thank you," Danielle blushed.

"Now let's get you going, you have a date."

Danielle followed Yolanda to the counter.

"That'll be $75."

"Great, thank you for everything," Danielle said, giving Yolanda a $100 bill. "You keep the change."

"Thanks, honey. Have a great time tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow." she said smiling.

Danielle left the salon floating above the clouds. She was so happy for the first time in her life, she just wanted to scream. But she kept her head and did some more shopping. She made the rounds of the places she wanted to go. She briefly browsed, bought more-or-less what she'd had in mind and made her way back to the hotel with plenty of time to spare for a shower and to dress. Approaching the entrance, she saw Frank standing off to the side near the taxi area.

"Hi, Frank."

"Miss Stefani, you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Frank," she blushed. "I decided on a color change."

"It looks lovely. It suits you."

She smiled widely, feeling all tingly inside from this older man's compliments.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

"Well, actually, I'd prefer that Jason or Scott not see me yet. I want to avoid the lobby so I was wondering if there's a way to the elevators, besides walking all around to the boardwalk side."

"Actually there is. I was just hanging with a few of the drivers before I went home. Follow me."

He took her around the side of the building and approached a very large set of metal doors.

"Service elevator. I'll bring you up, it's doubtful that either of the guys will see you."

"Thank you."

"Which floor are you on?"

"I'm in 2939."

Frank put a key into the control panel and then called for the elevator. Moments later, the doors clanged open and they got on. The doors closed loudly and the car lurched slowly upwards. Danielle took a moment to look Frank over. He was a bit taller than she, thin, about 40-years old; his mix of black and gray wavy hair was slightly messed on his head. His dress shirt was opened a few buttons and his tie was tucked into a back pocket. On his left hand she saw a wedding ring. His brown eyes took furtive looks at her from behind his horn- rimmed glasses and she felt flattered at his attention. The elevator finally slowed and lurched to a stop. The doors banged open and Frank held the door for her.

"Just follow the corridor around that way, you'll come to your room quicker," he said pointing to the left hallway.

"Thank you, Frank," she said, slipping him a 10-dollar bill. "I appreciate it very much."

"Thank you, Miss."

"Good night."

"Good night, Miss."

She headed to her room as she heard the banging of the service elevator closing.

She made quick work of getting into her room and getting naked. She tossed her blouse, shorts and underwear in the laundry bag and the flip-flops in the bottom of the closet. Being careful not to wet her hair, she took a quick shower, freshening up herself. Drying, she padded to the bed and sat down on the edge. It was 6:30. She leaned back to take a quick rest. It wasn't going to take long for her to get ready, so all she needed was ten minutes. She replayed the events of the day as well as recalling the feelings that she'd experienced. How could she go back to being boring Daniel? Should she go back? If she didn't, how were people going to react? And how would she react as Danielle being in her old world? She'd gotten a manicure and pedicure with polish included. Sure, socks could hide the toes, but how would she hide the red on her fingertips? The questions weighed heavily on her mind, but not so much that she would not enjoy dinner with Scott.

She got up and opened the pair of stiletto heels, placing them on the table. She retrieved several small paper-wrapped packages from her purse, opened them, and laid them out on the table next to the shoes. She grabbed her makeup and went into the bathroom and did a magical job on her face: black mascara and liner, smoky-gray eye shadow in two coats to darken it a bit, a light brushing of blush and a coat of dark red lip color, topped with a covering of gloss.

Back out in the room, she slipped on a satin black bra and panties. She adjusted her cock comfortably, but made sure it wouldn't make too much of a bulge in her dress. She spritzed on a few mists of Illuminum White Gardenia and slipped on her heels. The straps that went over the front of her feet showcased her freshly-polished toes sexily. The delicate straps around her ankles held the shoes securely, yet excitingly, on her feet. In minutes she donned the accessories she'd purchased and then slipped the dress carefully up her body. It took several attempts, eliciting a laugh, but Danielle finally zipped up the dress and smoothed it out as she looked in the mirror on the closet door.

She was amazed at the young woman looking back at her. The dress fit comfortably; snug, but not too tight. There was as slight bump where her cock was, but it wouldn't be noticed when she was walking. Her padded bra gave her a tiny bit of cleavage to complete the feminine look. Feelings of contentedness and familiarity washed over her and she smiled warmly. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she removed the strap from her clutch purse, looked in the mirror one last and time then shut the closet door. Locking all her money in the safe, except a hundred or so dollars, she sat in one of the dining chairs and waited for Scott's knock.

She didn't have to wait long; just a few minutes later, there were a handful of soft knocks on the door. She got up, smoothed out her dress, took a deep breath and went to the door. Taking a peek, she saw Scott on the other side, handsome in (at least) a dark dinner jacket, white shirt and tie. Opening the door, she stood there revealing to him the new version of herself.

"Hi," she said softly.

He swallowed hard, unable to respond. All he could do was look her over and be amazed at what, and who, he saw.

She was a vision in red; the dress was velvety and hugged her curves gently. It was a short-sleeved dress, with a band of red lace around the cuffs and the collar that rested softly, but low, across her chest. The hem of the dress came down just slightly above her knees, it too, being bordered by a thin band of lace. He marveled at her face, beautiful, no, stunning, with the dark eye makeup accenting her hazel eyes and the lip color that complimented her delicate mouth. Her new jet black hair was styled beautifully and hung sexily down the left side of her face. His eyes traveled downwards over bare legs to her sexy heels and gorgeous feet. He lingered on her toes for a few long seconds, then took stock of the rest of her: She wore 2-inch diamond dangle earrings. Her three-band diamond tennis bracelet matched the single-band anklet around her delicate right ankle. He felt his cock start to come to life, but what really made his cock tingle was Danielle's choice of accessory to complete her amazing outfit: a simple, black lace choker.

"Scott, are you alright?" she asked softly.

Shaking himself back to the moment, he said, "Jesus, Danielle, you're stunning!"

"Thank you, honey," she answered, blushing.

"Just amazing!"

"You look very sexy in that suit," she said, admiring the way his slacks fit snugly.

He took her hands in his and drew her in for a kiss, right there in the doorway. Her lips were hot and he wanted to drag her into her room and take her then, but he controlled his desire. Pulling away, her lips felt slightly sticky from the gloss, but did not leave any traces on his lips.

"Um, ready to go?" he asked.

"Mm-hm," she answered.

She leaned in, took her purse off of the dresser and closed the door behind them. They walked through the corridor, Danielle's arm in his.

As they waited for the elevator, Scott had a sudden idea. Pulling his phone out of his jacket, he said, "Danielle, stand over here," situating her gently by some colorful potted plants. "I want to take a few pictures of you. You're gorgeous."

She smiled appreciatively as Scott snapped several shots of her in different portrait-style poses. The elevator 'dinged' and the doors slid open. Scott held his hand out to escort Danielle into the waiting car. They were the only ones in the elevator, so they enjoyed the trip down comfortably.

"Be sure to send me those pictures," she said smiling.

"Certainly, my dear."

"Can we avoid the lobby? I'd prefer Jason not see me yet, I want to surprise him."

"What a wonderful surprise it'll be," he said smiling. "But don't worry, he's on a lunch break, so it'll be okay."

They were down and outside of the hotel in moments. Scott handed his valet ticket to a young Latino man at the bottom of the long staircase. His dark eyes sparkled when he looked at Danielle.

"Hey, Scott. Miss," he greeted.

"Hey, Stevie."

"Hello," she said warmly.

Two minutes later Stevie pulled up in Scott's black 2016 Mustang soft- top. He hopped out and went around the car, opening the door for Danielle. Scott held her hand as she got in and settled. Scott tipped Stevie and went around to his side of the car as Stevie closed the door for Danielle.

"See you later, Stevie," Scott said before getting in the car.

Stevie waved to Scott and said to Danielle, "Have a good time, Miss."

She smiled and nodded 'thank you' as Scott pulled away.

The ride was fast and exhilarating. Occasionally, Danielle would reach over and rest her hand on Scott's, removing it only when he needed to shift. They drove south out of town for about 15-minutes. They came to a stop outside of an Italian Restaurant in Ventnor City. Scott parked, got out and assisted Danielle out of her seat. Locking the car, Scott escorted Danielle into the dimly-lit foyer. They were greeted by a tall, olive-skinned young woman dressed in white dress shirt, black vest, skirt and heels. Her flawless Northern Italian features were framed beautifully by her black, short bob hairstyle.

"Good evening," she said. "Your name, please?"

"Reservations for two, under 'Wycoff'," he said.

She made a notation in her reservation book, grabbed two menus and said smiling, "Follow me, please."

She escorted the two of them to a small table towards the back corner of the restaurant. They passed several other couples seated at various tables around the large room. Most of the men stopped eating or talking as Danielle walked by. The soft music piping over hidden speakers and the low lighting set a tone of romance. Scott held Danielle's chair and then unbuttoned a few lower buttons on his jacket and sat down. The girl placed the menus in front of them and bid them a 'buon appetito'.

"This is lovely," Danielle said, enjoying the atmosphere.

"I'm glad you like it," he said as he reached over and touched her hand.

A few moments later they were approached by a waiter, his white uniform crisp and clean. He took their drink order and disappeared.

"What are you going to have," she asked, looking over her menu.

They exchanged some ides of what their choices would be.

They were slightly interrupted by the waiter, bringing bread and their drinks.

"Red wine, for the lady," he said, putting a glass of Chianti in front of her. "Ginger ale, for the gentleman." He lowered the glass and walked away.

"You shocked me when you opened your door. I just wasn't expecting such a completely different person."

"You should have seen the look on your face," she chuckled. "Besides, I'm still the same person under the hood, just a different body style." They laughed.

A few minutes later, Scott signalled the waiter over. He took their order and the two exchanged small talk while they waited for dinner.

"You look absolutely fantastic," he said, caressing one of her hands. "You have to tell me what happened."

"What happened?"

"Well, with you. Your black hair, it's, it's gorgeous. It's really you. Your jewelry, I mean, you were feminine before, but now...wow!"

She blushed. "I'm glad you like the new me."

"Absolutely. And Jason's gonna love you," he said, making her smile again. "If he doesn't already," he added, grinning.

Danielle gave Scott a general run-down of the day and its events, omitting the sex parts, and the different thoughts and feelings that had gone through her head. He'd heard about her winning in the casino, and she said that wasn't necessarily a catalyst for her decisions, but it did help. He was amazed when he told her that she spent a bit over $2000 on her jewelry; she'd never owned, nor thought she'd ever own, such lovely objects. The dyeing of her hair was a whim, but had decided she was going to retain the jet black-look after she saw it as she felt it reflected her true self more accurately.

The waiter brought their food over, placing the plates in front of the couple. "Buon appetito, Signora...Signore. If you need anything else, please call me," he said in slightly-accented English.

"Thank you," Scott said.

"Grazie, Signore," Danielle said, smiling warmly.

The waiter gave her a short bow and smile and then was gone.

"You speak Italian?"

"Mi chiamo Stefani, sì? Sono cresciuto in una famiglia Italiana," she said then sipping some wine.

She saw the blank look on his face and giggled, covering her mouth to keep from spitting out the wine. She swallowed then laughed softly.

"What did you say?"

"I said that 'my name is Stefani, yes'? And that I did grow up in an Italian family."

"I guess that means you are a good cook, too?"

"Absolutely," she said smiling.

"You're amazing."

They sat and enjoyed their dinner, sharing more details of their lives. During the meal, they would each occasionally caress the other's hand. Danielle had crossed her legs and the toes of her upraised foot grazed lightly on Scott's leg. The touch sent tingles from her toes and she felt herself getting aroused. Scott was having the same result, but more so from the delicate caresses she was giving his hand.

They finished the fantastic meal, declined the opportunity to have coffee and made their way to the front of the restaurant. Scott settled the bill and the tip and they were soon in the car. Scott invited Danielle to his apartment. As it was only half-past nine, she accepted delightfully.

Scott's apartment was a short drive to the west in Northfield. He parked his car and the pair took the quick elevator ride to the building's fifth floor. In moments they were in his cozy apartment, the large windows in his living room unobscured, showing a lovely view of the darkened coast. Lights of all kinds could be seen in a long row across the horizon. The room was sparsely-decorated: couch off to the right of the room, dining table to the left and a small patterned rug in between them. There was a desk next to two doorways against the wall opposite the windows. To the left past the dining table was the kitchen. Scott took off his jacket and put on some quiet jazz. Danielle laid her purse down on an end table by the door and went and stood in front of the windows. The view of the surrounding area was spectacular. She felt Scott come up behind her as he placed a hand on her hip. She turned and he put his arms around her; she rested her hands on his chest. They swayed softly, looking into each other's eyes, enjoying the music. Scott leaned in, Danielle closed her eyes and their lips met.

Danielle reached up with her hand and brushed it through Scott's hair, the gentle rustling of her bracelet against his head, sounding softly in his ear. She felt his hands travel from her back to her ass. He caressed and gently squeezed the soft globes of cloth-covered flesh, causing her to push into his pelvic area. She felt him press slightly into her and she sensed his hard cock on hers.

Increasing the intensity of their kiss, rubbing their tongues hotly together, Danielle kept one hand behind Scott's head and dropped her other to rub the front of his pants. He humped slightly in her hand as he panted in her mouth. She felt his hand behind her head, pressing her further into him while his other hand slid its way up over her thighs inside the back of her dress. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hand slip into her panties and squeeze her bare ass. She raised her leg and rubbed it on his.

She knew he couldn't take much more, so she broke the kiss, sucked his tongue for a moment then knelt down in front of him. Supporting her weight on one bent knee, she placed her other foot next to his so her leg would lightly caress his as a result of their movements. She unbuckled his pants while looking into his eyes. He reached down and stroked her hair with the tips of his fingers. His pants dropped to his ankles and Danielle lowered his boxers down as well. His rigid uncut cock pointed at her before oozing a drop of precum and then hardening full. It was a lovely cock, 7-inches long and 2-inches thick. It bobbed hotly with his heartbeat and Danielle took hold of it and guided the head in her mouth. Her tongue made quick work getting his cock slick with spit and precum. Scott had his hands gently on her head as he pumped his cock in her hot mouth. She was swirling and sucking the head, when he suddenly groaned and flooded her mouth with sticky, sweet cum. She felt the thick semen pool in her mouth and she swallowed as he spurted a couple of more times. His body shook as she flicked and suckled the head, coaxing out the last of his hot emissions. He looked down at her with dreamy eyes and she looked up at him and swallowed one last time. He helped her stand and he brought her into his body and held her tightly.

He kissed her several times on the neck and cheek.

"Why don't we sit on the couch," she suggested.

"Yeah," he agreed, panting.

They moved off to the right of the room where he had a large, soft- cushioned couch. Scott sat down, bare-assed, as his clothes were still around his ankles. Danielle sat next to him, sideways, folding a leg under her. She rested her arm on the couch across Scott's shoulders. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. He turned his head and their lips met again. They sat there for some time, just making out; Danielle would occasionally caress his cock, Scott would slip a hand up her dress between her opened thighs to rub the front of her panties.

Eventually, Danielle's caressing progressed to outright stroking Scott's beautiful cock. They continued to kiss, lick each other's tongue, suck an occasional lip, and back to full-mouth kissing. Scott was getting aroused again quickly; his cock was rock hard and felt hot in Danielle's delicate-but- experienced grasp. Her stroking caused Scott to pant heavily into her mouth as they kissed. He moaned and squirmed; precum was oozing out of his cock and running down Danielle's fingers, causing loud squishing sounds to fill the room. His thrusting became frantic. His head fell back on Danielle's arm and he moaned loudly. His cock became incredibly rigid and Danielle instinctively bent her head down and plunged his spewing cock in her mouth, catching his cum before it shot all over. He pushed roughly on her head, forcing his cum and his cock, to invade her throat. She gagged violently, feeling some of his watery semen flow up her nose and out of the corners of her mouth, making his cock slick. She backed off slightly and swallowed, gagging again when the next spurt forcefully splashed against her throat. She sniffed and swallowed, all while stroking and sucking his spit-and-cum coated cock. Semen stopped flowing from his cock, but he still pumped her throat with the intense orgasm sensations he was experiencing. His moans and her gagging were the only sounds audible.

It was only a few minutes, but Scott calmed down and released his hold on Danielle's head. She licked and suckled the softening cock, feeling it deflate completely in her fingers. She licked her hand clean as best she could and rested her head on Scott's shoulder.

"Thank you, Danielle, you're amazing."

"Thank you, honey. I enjoyed it."

"You haven't cum yet," he stated.

"No, it's okay, I'll wait until later."

"Saving yourself for your man?" he asked teasingly.

"Something like that," she replied, blushing.

After composing himself, Scott got up and redressed. He escorted Danielle to the bathroom so she could wash her hands and reapply her lip color, not that much of it was messed or missing.

They were soon back out in his living room and Danielle looked at the different pictures that Scott had taken and posted on his walls. She came across a beautiful blonde girl in a bikini, standing in front of a small boat that read 'Atlantic City'.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"Ah, sometimes girlfriend would be more accurate. We're on-and-off all the time."

"I hope she's not jealous."

"I wouldn't worry about it, she knows I have other friends."

Scott took Danielle in his arms and hugged her tightly once again.

"I wish you could stay, but I know you have someone important to see."

"Thank you for understanding," she said.

"As long as I get a blowjob out of you every so often," he joked.

They shared a warm and genuine laugh, exchanging small kisses and caresses.

"I best get you back to the hotel."

"I had a wonderful evening, Scott, believe me."

She kissed him one more time then they were out the door.

Scott parked close to the taxi staging area, waving off the valet on duty. He helped Danielle out of the car and called over to the valet, "I'll be down in a few minutes. I'm taking Miss Stefani to her room." To Danielle he said, "This way, I'll take you in the service elevator so Jason doesn't see you."

"I've been in there."

"Oh?"

"Earlier today, Frank took me up to my floor so you guys wouldn't see me," she said smiling.

"Sneaky little minx," he chuckled.

A few loud minutes later, Danielle was opening the door to her room. Scott came in as she tossed her purse on the dresser. She turned on the lamp and took Scott in her arms. He returned the hug warmly.

"Thank you for tonight, Scott."

"No, thank you. It was the best night I've had in a long time."

She leaned in and kissed him, moaning in his mouth.

"Now, now, my time is up. I better get going before I'm discovered," he teased.

Danielle giggled at his innuendo.

"I'm not sure if we'll get to do this again, I do hope so, but whatever happens, it was an amazing night with an amazing woman."

"Thank you, Scott," she said, hugging him tightly.

He kissed her softly one more time then made his way to the door.

Knowing he couldn't nail down the accent, he turned and said "Arrivederci," in perfect English.

She giggled and said, "Addio, mio caro," in perfect Italian.

She locked the door after him and went and sat on the bed, smiling to herself, thinking about the evening. She had 45-minutes until Jason arrived. There wasn't much tidying to do, but she did get up and turn down the bed. She figured that since Jason had a day off tomorrow, they could lounge for a while on the bed, and she hoped that he would stay the night. Keeping her heels on, she carefully took off her dress, placed it on the padded hanger, covered it with the protective plastic and hung it in the closet. She went into the bathroom took care of her needs on the toilet and cleaned herself well. Then she looked at herself in the bright fluorescent light: she wasn't too worse for wear, but she did a quick touch-up anyway of all her makeup. She gave herself a fresh spritz of perfume and took out an outfit that she'd gotten at Victoria's Secret. She slinked into the garments then perused the room service menu waiting for Jason.

Soft knocking turned her attention from the menu to the door. She walked over and looked through the hole. Jason was there, with a silly smile, expecting her to look through peephole. Danielle stifled a giggle and opened the door slowly.

In a mock-southern drawl she asked seductively, "Hey, Mister, wanna show a girl a good time?"

"Holy shit, Danielle," he gasped, eyeing her beauty.

He blinked several times, not sure if he was dreaming. Danielle stood there, leaning on the door sexily, one hand on her slender hip. She was dressed in a sheer black nightie; her black bra and panties plainly visible through the wispy material. The nightie was short; the hem came down only to bottom of her panties. She had on a matching robe, but she wore it with the top draped around her back rather than over her shoulders. He nearly swooned at seeing her long, bare legs and black strappy heels.

Maintaining the teasing accent, holding clasped hands in front of her chest and fluttering her eyelids, she asked, "What's wrong, honey, doncha like little ol' me?"

He came to his senses and entered the room, scooping her in one arm as he was carrying a paper sack, eliciting happy laughter from her.

"Danielle, you're fucking beautiful!," he exclaimed, putting his bag on the table and kissing her deeply.

She ran her fingers through his hair, using her tongue to play tag with his. She raised a leg, rubbing her knee and thigh on his. She moaned.

"Mmm, that's more like it," she said, discarding the southern accent.

"What happened? When did you do all this? Are those real diamonds?"

She laughed happily. "Questions later, honey. Why not take a quick shower, you've had a long day."

She took him by the hand and brought him into the brightly-lit room. She helped him undress out of his uniform and he was soon naked. She moaned, eyeing him up, teasingly running her fingertips around his chest, abdomen and close to, but not touching, his cock.

"What's in the bag?" she asked.

"Hm? What?" He kept staring at her from head-to-toe.

"Ground Control to Jason, come in," she laughed. "You did bring a bag in with you," she said matter-of-factly as she turned on the shower.

"Oh, yeah, I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry or whatever, so I brought bagels and tea."

"You're so sweet," she said, watching his bare ass as he got under the hot water.

"I told you earlier, I'm sweet on you," he winked through the water flowing past his eyes.

"How was your day, honey?"

"Not as good as yours, obviously," he laughed. "But it wasn't a bad day. I don't care much for doing doubles, but this one was alright."

He rinsed and got out and Danielle helped him dry his lovely body. She kneeled down to run the towel over his legs and couldn't resist leaning in and kissing the head of his cock with a little bit of tongue. He moaned as she stood up. She giggled and took him by the hand out to the room.

She got up on the bed and Jason suddenly grabbed his phone. He snapped several shots of her reclining in different sexy poses. She looked stunning in her lingerie and heels, and he told her so.

Gathering the bag, Jason followed her onto to the bed. He set up the food and drinks on the nightstand and then they positioned themselves comfortably with each other.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got buttered bagels."

"Perfect," she said. "Does the tea have milk and sugar? I forgot to buy some to keep in the fridge."

"I told them to add sugar," he replied. "But if they didn't you could just wiggle your finger in there, it should be fine."

She giggled at his lovely thought and poked him, "Silly." She pulled his head down so she could kiss him then slipped her tongue in his mouth.

They lay there for some time, sharing the food and kisses and caresses.

"You know, it's not fair."

"What's that, Darling?" she asked.

"I'm here naked and you got all this on," he said, waving his hand around her.

"Okay, well," she said, shaking out of the sheer robe, "reach up and unhook my bra," she instructed, tossing the robe on the floor.

With little difficulty he did as she said.

"Now take off my panties."

He got himself on his knees and Danielle raised her hips. Smoothly, softly, he pulled down the black satin garment, caressing her thighs and legs with his fingertips as he drew the panties along her lower body. He got the undies over her heels and off her feet. He tossed them on the floor next to the robe.

"Why not take my heels off too, Love. I don't feel like scratching you up with the stilettoes."

He gently unbuckled one strap, slipping the sexy shoe off of her lovely foot. He tossed the shoe in the pile of clothing that was building up. He took her bare foot in his hands and placed several wet tongue kisses all over her ankle, foot and toes. He softly lowered her foot and grabbed the other. He repeated the process of removing her shoe and then kissing her foot and licking her toes. He placed that foot on the bed and rejoined Danielle up at the head of the bed.

"You have no idea how arousing it feels when you kiss and lick my toes," she cooed, pulling him down for another kiss.

They lay there for a while longer, cuddling; Danielle felt his almost- hard cock rub against her side and he frequently ran his fingertips over her hardening cock through her satin nightie.

Soon after, Jason started asking the questions that were on his mind earlier.

"So what prompted you to have your hair dyed?" Kiss.

"I dunno, I did on a whim, really. I'd gotten a manicure and pedicure this morning and the idea just came to me." Kiss.

"You look beautiful. I think the black hair suits you." Kiss.

"Thank you. honey. You're the third person that's told me that."

"Yeah? Who were the other two?" Kiss.

"Don't be jealous," she teased. He chuckled. "Scott and Frank."

"Oh, speaking of Scott, did you have a good time?" Kiss.

"Oh, yes, I had a great time. Dinner was fantastic."

"How many times did he fuck you?"

"We were only together for a few hours," she said laughing.

"Plenty of time," he stated.

"Oh, you," she said, poking him again. "For your information, he didn't fuck me."

"Uh huh."

"He didn't. I sucked his cock twice."

"Twice? You only did me once," he said, teasing her.

"Oh? Well, I guess I have to rectify that problem," she said turning on her side and moving her head down, taking his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned.

She sucked most of his 7-inch cock in her mouth while rubbing his balls. She took her hand off his balls and grasped his cock and started a slow, steady stroke as she sucked and licked around the head. Every few strokes she would bob her head down fully on his cock, poking the back of her throat. She repeated these motions over and over, driving him to a high level of pleasure. Precum oozed out of his cock and she slurped and swallowed it gratefully. She moaned around his cock as she felt his hands on her head. He panted heavily, loudly, his sounds mixing in with her moans, slurping and gagging. She soon felt his balls tighten and he pressed down on her head. He moaned sexily and his cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of his life-giving seed into her hot mouth. She swallowed his tasty cum as he held her head and pumped his cock in her mouth. With a final exhale of breath he relaxed on the bed and let Danielle's head go. She swiped her tongue around his cock as she backed off, slurping her lips along the shaft. Suckling the tip briefly, she made him shiver with the sensitivity. She kissed his softening cock one more time and then laid herself back down next to him. Turning on his side to face her, he leaned in and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips.

"There's number two," she said.

He laughed and tickled her sides. She laughed heavily and grabbed him, pulling him close. They were front-to-front, with their legs intertwined.

"You're amazing," he said between kisses.

"So are you," she said.

They continued to lay there exchanging kisses and soft caresses. Danielle would drift her hands over Jason's body where she could reach, occasionally taking his cock in hand and stroking. Jason let his hands wander, touching and teasing her bare skin, sometimes running the back of his hand up her hard cock. She was leaking precum between them and Jason would drag a finger through it, then tracing his finger along her lips. He too, was getting excited again. After kissing deeply and hotly for a while, he got up off the bed and pulled Danielle's ass to the edge. She was still lying on her side, so he opened her legs, holding one leg in the air.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed the slick head over her puckered asshole. She panted heavily and licked her lips sexily.

"Jason, fuck me, please."

He didn't keep her waiting. He pushed forward and she moaned hotly, feeling the length of his cock press far up her needy asshole. She held onto the edge of the bed with one hand and grasped her hard cock with the other and started stroking. Jason began a steady pounding of her slick hole, eliciting moans and grunts out of her mouth with each thrust. He kept pumping her, steadily, sometimes holding her ankles, sometimes smothering her feet and toes with kisses. He was getting close and he sensed that Danielle was as well. Taking her hand off of her cock, he grabbed her stiff rod with one hand while grabbing her thigh with his other. He pounded her asshole roughly, matching the stroking of her cock to the rhythm of his thrusting. Soon, they were both at the edge of ecstasy. Jason had a few of Danielle's toes in his mouth when she suddenly moaned, curled her toes and began sputtering her cum all over her tummy. Jason felt the clenching of her asshole around his cock and he shoved in with finality, stiffening and then unloading a second load of semen into her body. She spurted a few more times before her fluid slowed to a dribble. Jason throbbed hotly in her bowels as he felt her toes relax in his panting mouth. Danielle's body slackened, her leg dropping down and she sagged on the bed, panting. Jason's cock throbbed a few more times in her asshole before softening noticeably and slipping out of her slimy hole.

Catching his breath, he helped her position herself on the bed properly; he lay down next to her, cuddling her close. She looked at him through love- filled eyes and kissed him softly on his wonderful lips.

"Oh, Danielle," he moaned into her mouth.

She ran her fingers through his hair. "Didn't you say something about getting lost in my eyes?"

"Mm, I did. Only thing, if I did get lost, I might not ever want to be found."

Her heart melted at his lovely words. "Then I'll go with you," she said holding him close.

They soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

To be continued... :)

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Vacation in Atlantic City!"

• I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

• II: Check-In

• III: Dinner by Starlight

• IV: Sightseeing and a Little Road Trip

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