Danielle's Difficulties - Ch. 03

The next day at work, I could barely concentrate. Thoughts of my date with Danielle that evening were uppermost in my mind.

The night before, she and I had been more than a little casually intimate; we had kissed--and not just kissed, but kissed passionately. The kind of kiss that would normally lead to even deeper intimacy... had it not been precluded by the lateness of the hour.

Admittedly, I was somewhat completely at a loss as to the physical mechanics of lovemaking with a transgender woman like Danielle--the fact that she still had her penis was, for me, a rather unique complication. How was I to address that issue in my own mind without giving Danielle mixed signals.

My only insight into transgender lovemaking came from a few porn videos, and sadly, they were of little help. As she had already seen what she erroneously thought to be an unsavory look in my eyes when she revealed her birth gender to me, I was sure she would be on heightened alert for any form of perceived negative reaction from me if, and when, deeper intimacies were to happen.

My mind was is such a turmoil that I was forced to, quite literally, smack my cheek hard. "Smarten up, fool," I murmured aloud at my desk, my cheek stinging. I was sure Danielle had more understanding and would never leave me to wallow helplessly in my self-conscious uncertainties. She would intuitively understand and anticipate my inexperience and would lovingly guide me.

I put all those ridiculous insecurities aside and did my best to finish my workday effectively.

Once home, I showered and shaved my face carefully. I also trimmed my thatch of unruly pubic hair, just in case. I powdered my skin and trimmed the hair around my ears, nervously monitoring the clock.

I dressed in my best suit--a navy pinstripe, with a red power tie, hoping she would approve.

At the appointed hour, I sent her a quick text, letting her know I was on my way. She responded almost immediately with: "I'm ready, see you when you get here."

I pulled to the curb in front of her building and, seeing her silhouette in the doorway, I jumped from the vehicle as she approached--like a gentleman should--to open the passenger door for her.

It was the last gentlemanly thought I had as she stepped closer, and my eyes almost had a coronary.

Danielle wore a little black dress--'little' being the operative word. The bodice was low enough to display a generous amount of cleavage, and, in stiletto heels, her gorgeous legs were displayed to perfection, with a hem that was well above mid-thigh.

She laughed gaily as she stepped up to embrace me, "You look wonderful," she said, her eyes twinkling as she took in my attire, "I adore your suit."

"Thank you," I managed to stammer as I bent to lightly kissed her cheek. "You look absolutely stunning in that dress."

"Why thank you," she responded with a coy smile as she stepped into my vehicle. "That's just the response I was hoping for when I picked it out."

Once in the car and moving toward the Vegas Strip, our conversation lapsed into the same warm, comfortable dialogue we had shared yesterday--no self-conscious pauses or scrambling for topics for conversation.

We regaled one another with amusing and often humorous workday happenings, both of us laughing happily to be in each other's company.

The Moulin Rouge dining room was stunning in its understated, opulent decor--dim recessed lighting in deep red and blue colors set a perfect romantic ambiance. We were shown to our table, a cozy booth with a wonderful view of the lights on the Las Vegas Strip.

I paid scant attention to the prices on the menu. I knew they would be exorbitant and set me back financially, but I didn't care. I was with Danielle, and everything in my life at that moment was perfect.

After a wonderful meal, we sat nestled together over refilled glasses of wine.

A gentleman approached, bowing politely when he reached our booth. "Good evening," he said, beaming a warm smile as he extended his hand toward me, "My name is Jules Jourdain. I am the owner of the Moulin Rouge, and I welcome you both. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed your evening with us."

"Jonathan Harker," I said, introducing myself as I shook his hand. "And this lovely woman is..."

"Danielle Richardson, of course," he politely interrupted my introduction as he gazed fawningly at Danielle. "My maitre 'd recognized you and alerted me of your presence tonight, Madame."

With that, he took her hand and kissed it lightly with true French etiquette. "Please," he continued, smiling down at both of us, I wish to intrude no longer, please enjoy the rest of your evening with my compliments."

"Well," said Danielle, her face slightly flushed, as he walked away. "That was certainly a surprise: Jules Jourdain, himself."

"You know him?" I asked, looking a little surprised.

"Well, I've never met the man before, but I certainly know OF him," she said with a smile, "He's a very well-known restaurateur here in the city."

"And you?" I queried with a raised eyebrow, "The maitre 'd recognized you and alerted the owner?"

I was more than a little curious about Danielle--first, the obvious affluence of her apartment--and now, even a little notoriety?

Danielle smiled and shrugged self-consciously.

I smiled at her and shook my head, "I'm beginning to think, Danielle, that there is certainly more to you than meets the eye."

She raised her brows and bit her lip to keep from laughing, and after a moment, I realized the inherent double-entendre of my statement. We both then laughed aloud.

"I didn't mean it to sound as if I was talking about your gender," I said, continuing to laugh.

"I know, honey," she said, touching my arm affectionately, "That's what made it so funny."

"But, seriously though, who ARE you?" I continued. "All I really know about you is that you work for your rich grandfather's company--and judging from your apartment, might I then reasonably assume your position there is somewhat more than... clerical?"

Danielle nodded and laughed, "An astute observation, Jon. One might say I'm in... upper management."

"Richardson Investments, correct?"

Danielle smiled and nodded.

I paused, "Might there be some significance to the fact that your last name is also Richardson?" I asked, mentally kicking myself for not connecting the dots earlier.

Danielle nodded and looked into my eyes. "Two years ago, when Granddad passed away," she said, "He passed along the entire company to me. I didn't even have to change the name. Richardson Investments is my company now, Jon."

I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, things began to make more sense.

"I sincerely hope that knowledge won't change our relationship?" she said, looking sadly hopeful. "I'm still that woman from the doctor's office who went to coffee with you."

"Not even a little bit," I smiled, reaching to take her hands in mine. "I've been wanting to know more about you," I said, "and you've always been a little vague on details. It pleases me to know more about this part of you."

She leaned close and kissed me, squeezing my hands affectionately.

"So, tell me," began Danielle, smiling warmly, "Speaking on my company's behalf, how do you like living in the Stratford Apartment Complex?"

"It's very nice," I offered, knowing now how her company owned the building. "I especially like the location, too; it's reasonably close to where I work."

"I know the apartments have been recently refurbished, too," she continued with a smile.

"Well, if by refurbished you mean new paint on the walls and new carpet, then yes," I responded. "It was a nice change from the dated decor."

Danielle sat back and pursed her lips, "Are you saying you did not get a complete kitchen and bathroom renovation?"

I raised my eyes in surprise and shook my head. "Wow, that would have been nice, but no. A few months ago, workmen came in to cover the furniture to paint, and then the carpets were replaced. You're saying there was supposed to be more?"

Danielle's expression changed, and, for the first time, I saw the strong businesswoman come forward inside her. "Give me one second," she said, taking her phone from her little clutch purse and pressing one button.

"Maggie," she responded when her call was answered. "Listen, I need you to text me the entire Stratford renovation prospectus as soon as you can"--pause--"Thanks, Maggie, you're the best."

I gave her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you," I said.

"Oh," she gasped, embracing me hurriedly, "God, no, Jon. It's just the business part of my mind rearing its ugly head. But... you're serious about the renovations you did, or did NOT get?'

I nodded, "I am. Is this a problem?"

Danielle smiled, and the beautiful woman I knew was suddenly with me again. "Not even a little bit," she said, leaning in to kiss me once more. "Listen, I know this is your dinner date that you planned for us... and, believe me, I respect that. And, I adore you for thinking so much of me to choose this ridiculously pretentious--and expensive--establishment for our first date."

"But?" I interjected, knowing one was coming.

Danielle smiled broadly and kissed me again, "But..." she continued, "I am very much hoping you might allow me to... hijack this special night for both of us? But, only for a little while, I promise."

"Of course, Danielle," I responded, "What do you have in mind?"

She smiled, "I would love you to invite me home to your apartment tonight," she said.

"Hijack?" I laughed, "You're kidding, right? I was thinking of asking you the very same thing," I said, hoping I had, at the very least, spruced up my place to make it somewhat date-worthy, and I told her so.

Danielle laughed aloud and tossed her hair. "Trust me, Jon," she said, "Nothing in your apartment would ever change my opinion... or my feelings for you."

"Not even my nude Miley Cyrus poster?" I responded with a grin.

"Okay, wait..." she said with a frown, "a nude Miley Cyrus poster? I'm sorry, Jon, THAT would most definitely be a deal breaker for me."

We looked at one another and burst into laughter.

At that moment, the waiter arrived, "Madame et Monsieur," he said, bowing obsequiously, "Monsieur Jourdain has personally taken care of your cheque this evening, and wishes you both a wonderful good evening."

We raised our glasses to our gracious host, who bowed from the kitchen doorway. I sighed with relief--my savings account heaved a heavy sigh as well.

"That was very nice of Jules," she said, "I will remember his kindness."

We walked hand-in-hand to my car, Danielle's heels echoing in the concrete parkade.

As I drove from the parkade, I glanced over at her gorgeous legs and smiled, "It's difficult to concentrate on my driving with you sitting there in that dress," I said with a little laugh.

"I would take it off for you," she said, "but then I'm sure that might be even more distracting."

We both laughed good-naturedly. "Maybe later?" I suggested teasingly.

"Most definitely," she responded, caressing my thigh affectionately with her hand.

As I pulled into the parking area of my apartment complex, Danielle leaned forward, looking around through the windshield with a discerning eye. "It's been quite a while since I've been here," she said, "I've always liked the look of the place."

We entered the building and took the elevator to the sixth floor. At my door, I noticed the corner of a piece of paper that had been slipped under my door.

I opened the door, picking up the paper before ushering Danielle inside. She looked around enthusiastically, even smiling approvingly at my bachelor pad decor and furnishings.

"Very nice," she said. "And nary a Miley Cyrus poster in sight. It still even has that freshly painted scent." She continued to nod approvingly as she looked around, "But there seems to be no other kitchen or bath renovations. Curious."

"Curious how?" I asked.

"Because my company paid for them," she said with a sad shake of her head.

"Well, I'm sure it's still in the works," I offered hopefully. "And, when it finally happens, I hope the rents won't increase too much," I said. "For most of the tenants I know, another rent increase will be a real burden."

"Another rent increase?" she said, looking confused. "Do you mind telling me what your rent payment is?"

Her eyes widened when I told her about the most recent rent increase to twelve hundred dollars a month. "Seriously?" she gasped, her eyes wide.

I nodded, "It was eleven hundred when I first moved in, but increased soon after--and again after the paint and carpeting."

Danielle shook her head with a frown.

"You seem surprised," I said, "Doesn't your company set the rental rates?" I asked.

She gave me a stern look. "Actually, Jon, it's the federal government that sets the rate. My company designated this particular apartment complex to be part of the State and Federal Affordable Housing Program. There is a rent freeze on this building that will last for the next five years."

"What?" I gasped.

Danielle nodded and smiled, "Imagine my astonishment to suddenly learn otherwise."

There was a sudden loud knocking on my door that startled us both. I opened the door to see the building superintendent, Scott Walker, standing there. He looked from me to the paper I still held in my hand that had been slipped under my door.

"Harker? I see you got the notification to attend the mandatory tenants meeting tonight. It's about to start."

I glanced at the paper in my hand to see that it was, indeed, a notification to attend the meeting he mentioned.

"I just now got it, Scott. And, with such short notice... I'm afraid I'll have to bail."

At that moment, Danielle stepped into view from behind me. Scott's eyes widened, and he grinned lecherously as he gave her a rather salacious leer, his eyes moving over her body almost hungrily.

"As you can see," I said, "I'm not alone. My date and I were just leaving."

His grin widened as he continued to leer at Danielle. He stepped closer and held out his hand. "Hi there, I'm Scott... Scott Walker," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said, remembering my manners, "Scott, this is..." I stopped abruptly as Danielle gave me a sharp jab to my back.

"I'm Danielle..." she said sweetly, beaming at Scott as she took his hand. "Sorry to be such a fly in the oatmeal, but Jon and I are on a date and we're just about to leave."

"Hey, why don't you bring this pretty lady to the meeting with you, Harker?" he said, his voice on me as his eyes were laser-focused on Danielle's chest. "It won't last long... and this lovely lady is just what is needed to dress up the meeting."

"Let's go, Jon," said Danielle, turning to me and giving me a wink, "It might even be fun."

I nodded to let her know I understood her intent. I shrugged for Scott's benefit, "Sure, I guess so," I said.

"Excellent," said Scott, leading the way to the elevator. As the elevator door opened, Scott graciously assisted Danielle, guiding her with his hand at the small of her back. It angered me to see his hand "accidentally" slide down over her buttocks.

We rode down to the first floor and entered the conference room. The room was rather crowded with all of the other tenants, and it quieted quickly when they saw Scott entering.

"Since I'm not actually part of this meeting," said Danielle, addressing Scott, "I'll just stand here in the back."

"Nonsense," he said with a fawning smile, taking her arm and leading her to the front of the room, where there was a vacant chair. Danielle gave me another wink over her shoulder, and I nodded, continuing to stand in the back of the room. She obviously had something in mind, and I couldn't wait to see what it might be.

Scott began the meeting by greeting everyone, all the while stealing glances at Danielle's crossed legs. She had her cell phone in her hand and appeared to be texting rapidly.

"Sadly, though," he said, "there's going to be another rent increase."

Many people grumbled loudly in protest, and Scott raised his hands to quiet them. "Don't shoot me," he appeased, "I'm only the messenger. My superiors, who own the building, have set the rental rate. I feel bad about it, too."

When the assembled again grumbled loudly, Scott continued. "Listen, it's not a great increase, just another twenty-five dollars a month. No biggie, right?"

When someone in the crowd asked what the increase was for, Scott nodded, "Just a slight increase to cover the costs of the renovations."

"That's what you said the last time," someone shouted.

"It is what it is," said Scott with a shrug, "It's completely out of my hands." After a brief pause, he looked around. "Does anyone have anything constructive to add before I close the meeting?"

To my surprise, Danielle stood and turned toward everyone assembled. "If I may," she said, smiling at Scott, "I believe I actually do have something to contribute to your meeting."

Scott's face turned red, and he frowned, glancing at me as if to imply my date was out of control. "Lady, you don't live here," said Scott, "I hardly think you have any relevance to this meeting."

"Oh, I disagree completely," said Danielle. "Listen up, everyone," she continued, completely Scott. "I have a small announcement to make, and then I'll turn the floor back to Mr. Walker."

Everyone was silent, their eyes on Danielle.

"From this day forward," she began, speaking with calm authority, "everyone's rent will return to the original rate set two years ago by the local and federal government as part of the Affordable Housing agreement."

Scott's face flushed with anger, "That's not TRUE," he yelled. "Who the FUCK do you think you are, young lady?"

"I think," said Danielle, calmly, "my name is Danielle Richardson."

Scott's eyes blazed angrily... and then widened in complete shock and understanding.

"I also think," she continued, casting a sidelong look to Scott, "that as the CEO of Richardson Investments, I am also your employer, Mr. Walker."

The room erupted into sudden applause. Scott turned away to pick up the house phone behind him, shouting orders while Danielle continued. "Everyone who has paid the illegal rate increases will have their money refunded, effective immediately."

Cheers rang out as the room erupted into smiles and laughter. At that moment, the doors to the conference room opened, and several men in building security uniforms stepped into the room.

"Michael," called Danielle, addressing one of the security detail. "Will you please escort Mr. Walker to his apartment? And please hold him there until the police arrive."

Michael, a rather large individual, whose chest and biceps seemed to stretch his security uniform shirt to its limits, nodded to Danielle and pushed through the crowd to take hold of Scott by the arm. Scott didn't resist or even protest, he knew he was in deep trouble.

"I want to introduce everyone to Ms. Maggie Monroe."

I turned to see the woman who had just entered the room carrying a clipboard.

"Maggie is my executive assistant. She's here to take everyone's name and apartment number for the record. Trust me when I tell you I'm very serious about making sure that everyone who has overpaid their monthly rent will be reimbursed."

"Is Scott Walker gone for good?" someone shouted.

Danielle pursed her lips thoughtfully and shrugged, "I wouldn't say for good," she said. "With good behavior, he could be back... in ten to twelve years."

The room erupted in laughter. I couldn't help but smile to watch Danielle in her business element, handling the room like a consummate professional.

"What happens now?" someone shouted. "Who do we report to with our rent payments?" and "What if we have problems with our apartments?"

Danielle nodded and held up her hand to quieten them. She glanced at me with a raised eyebrow, and I smiled and nodded, immediately intuiting her intent. She waved me to the front of the room.

"I'm sure some of you already know Jonathan Harker. He lives here in the building just like the rest of you."

Several heads nodded as I had seen a great many of them from time to time.

"I haven't spoken to him about this at all," she said, giving me a hopeful look, "but I'm very much hoping he will agree to be my liaison here at the Stratford apartments... and act as an interim superintendent until a permanent replacement for Mr. Walker will be designated. "

She looked at me, and I smiled and nodded, happy to help her through this mess anyway I could.

"As all of you can plainly see," she said, walking casually to the front of the room with her arms raised, "I'm not exactly dressed for ANY kind of business meeting."

(General laughter)

"I'm dressed tonight for a dinner date with Mr. Harker." She held her hand to her mouth as if giving an aside to everyone assembled, "I wore this dress to hopefully knock his socks off. How did I do?"

(Hoots and whistles and loud applause ensued)

Danielle laughed good-naturedly. "Jon and I are here tonight purely by accident. Neither of us knew of this meeting. I asked Jon to show me his apartment, and the next thing we knew, Mr. Walker waylaid us to attend this meeting."

(General sighs and groans of disappointment)

"It's okay, though," she whispered loudly after glancing sidelong at me, "I hope to make it up to poor Jon later."

Danielle raised her hands to quell the uproar of laughter and asked me if I had anything I wished to say to everyone.

I cleared my throat, knowing Danielle was about to assess my ability to think on my feet. "Okay, look," I began, "Some of you know me... many of you do not. What I can tell all of you right now is that... I'm not Scott Walker. If you have a problem or an issue, bring it to me. I don't pretend to be any kind of experienced apartment building superintendent... but I know who to talk to if I need help," I smiled, indicating Danielle with my thumb.

(Thunderous applause)

"All right, everyone," said Danielle with a smile, "Give your names to Maggie on the way out, and go home. Trust in me and Jon. We have your back."

Minutes later, as the room cleared, Danielle turned to me and embraced me fiercely. "Oh, my God, Jon... Oh my God. Thank you SO much for backing my play here tonight."

I kissed her, noting when I did it that her assistant, Maggie, glanced away with a smile. "Are you kidding?" I said, "I wouldn't have missed this for the world. You were AMAZING. You worked the room like a true Vegas entertainer. I'm so proud of you."

Tears welled in her eyes, and she embraced me warmly. "Take me home, Jon... take me home."

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In her opulent apartment, she poured us both a very healthy portion of Johnnie Walker scotch and then excused herself to change clothes.

She returned a moment later, wearing the silk robe she had worn the previous evening. She stood before me, picked up her glass, and took a large swallow, as if fortifying herself. A moment later, she placed her glass on the coffee table and smiled down at me.

I smiled up at her expectantly.

"I need you to see me, Jon," she said. "I need you to finally see ALL of me."

As she spoke, she opened the front of her robe. She was completely nude beneath. My eyes were immediately drawn to her penis and I smiled with pleasure to finally see her.

"Danielle..." I whispered, "You're beautiful." I slid from the sofa to kneel in front of her.

Her eyes welled with tears as I looked at her. Her penis was, indeed, a thing of beauty. Small, pink, and cleanly circumcised, with only a smooth, soft bulge where her scrotum had been--her entire pubic area was smooth and completely without hair.

"May I?" I asked, reaching out to touch her.

Danielle nodded, a tear running down her cheek.

I caressed her penis gently with my fingertips, feeling it respond to my touch. I looked up into her teary eyes and smiled, "It's beautiful, Danielle... YOU'RE beautiful."

I bent close and kissed the tip of her penis while I gently caressed the shaft. Danielle flinched at the sudden intimacy and then gasped as I took her penis into my mouth.

I am not a gay man, nor have I ever had gay fantasies or inclinations. And yet, taking Danielle's penis into my mouth felt in no was like a gay act. It wasn't a man's penis--it was Danielle's penis, and more than anything at that moment, my only thought was to please her.

I caressed her lovingly with my lips and tongue. Surprised at how delightful the sensation was to feel her becoming erect in my mouth..

Danielle moaned softly, holding my head lightly with both of her hands. "Oh, God, Jon... if you're not sure..."

But I WAS sure. More than anything, I wanted to give her pleasure. As her penis swelled, I began to move my head, taking her entire length deep into my mouth and then slowly pulling back to caress her shaft with my lips--swirling the flat of my tongue against the underside of her penis.

Even fully erect, her penis was relatively small, and I had no difficulty or discomfort taking her entire erection into my mouth.

Danielle sighed with pleasure, entwining her fingers in my hair as she began to move her hips. I cupped her buttocks with both hands, feeling the muscles flexing as she gently thrust her hips.

Sensing she was close to orgasm, I plunged my mouth onto her rapidly, I felt the tip of her penis swelling in my mouth--in prelude to her imminent ejaculation.

"Oh, God... Oh, God, Jon!" she cried, "You're going to... make me cum. Oh, God... I'm going to cum."

Wanting to please her, I WANTED her to cum--Wanted to feel it happening in my mouth--and to taste her essence.

She cried aloud as her first ejaculation streamed over my tongue--not a forceful burst as I had expected, but more of a gentle gush, and I swallowed her completely. She cried out again as another ejaculation gently erupted into my mouth... and again, moaning softly with each ejaculation.

God, I loved the sensation of her semen permeating my mouth--the feel of her ejaculations flooding into my mouth--and the lingering taste on the back of my throat as I lovingly swallowed everything she had to give me.

With a final gasp, she pulled back, and I released her. She quickly knelt in front of me, her cheeks highly flushed, and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me passionately, and I pulled her body against me, pressing the bulge of my erection against her softening penis.

She broke the kiss, but kept her face close to mine, looking into my eyes as she hurriedly grasped the front of my slacks and pulled them open.

"I want to feel you inside me, Jon," she murmured as she pulled down my briefs to free my aching erection. She reclined back onto the carpet, pulling me with her and parted her legs. I felt her penis against my erection as I slipped between her legs.

Danielle raised her knees, lifting her hips from the floor to give me access to her anus. Her hand grasped my erection and guided me. I felt the tip of my cock begin to penetrate her tight anal sphincter and I pressed forward to penetrate her fully.

She groaned softly as I entered her, "Yes!" she said. "Fuck me, Jon... I want you to fuck me."

I needed no further encouragement, I plunged myself into her rapidly. She was so exquisitely tight and beautifully lubricated that I reached the brink of orgasm very quickly.

"Cum inside me, Jon," she pleaded softly, holding my face between her hands and looking imploringly into my eyes, "I want you to cum in me."

"I... love you, Danielle," I sighed as I began to release inside her. "I love you."

"Oh, JON!" she cried, pulling me down onto her body. She held me tightly as I let myself go inside her. "I love you too, my darling."

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Moments later, I pulled from her and rolled from between her legs. We lay side by side, giggling as we took stock of my clothing. She had been in such a heated rush that I was still dressed in my shirt and tie with my slacks and underwear barely below my buttocks.

"I'm sorry," she said with a broad smile, "I'll try not to be so desperately needy next time... and at least let you get your clothes off."

I laughed aloud, "I didn't mind it one bit," I said.

She reached over and lowered my tie. I pulled it over my head while she began to unbutton my shirt. With my shirt and tie removed, I sat up to remove my shoes and socks.

Her cell phone rang as I continued disrobing. She glanced at the caller ID and frowned. "I better take this, Jon," she said. "You keep undressing," she continued with a smile, "I want you naked."

She pressed the button to answer the call. "Hi, Maggie... hold on, I'm sitting here with Jonathan Harker, our interim superintendent of the Stratford."

"Ooh," said Maggie, unaware that Danielle had put her on speaker. "It looked like you two had made a connection earlier. I'm glad too, he's kind of a hottie."

Danielle laughed, "Sorry, Maggie, I meant to tell you that you were on speaker."

"Oops," Maggie laughed, "I'm totally embarrassed. Hi, Jonathan."

"Hi, Maggie," I responded with a smile.

"Okay," continued Maggie, "just to give you both the update. "Scott Walker was arrested and left the building in handcuffs."

"As he should be," said Danielle.

"From Mr. Walker's files, we located a warehouse in the city. Security looked into it and found it full of our kitchen and bathroom remodel furnishings."

"Excellent," said Danielle, smiling broadly, "So we can get the remodeling done right away?"

"Already on it, boss," said Maggie. "Work orders have been signed, and all of the tenants have just been notified to expect the renovations in a timely manner... AND that we would financially take care of their needs during the renovation process, hotels, and such.

"God, Maggie, what would I ever do without you?" smiled Danielle.

"I KNOW," laughed Maggie. "Is this a good time to ask for a raise?"

"Not only a raise, Maggie," said Danielle, giving me a wink, "I find myself in need of an executive vice-president of operations... and I sincerely hope you will do me the honor of taking that position."

Maggie gasped audibly, knowing it was a position well above her current pay grade. "Wow... of course."

"We'll talk more about it tomorrow, Maggie. Because right now, I've got--as you so eloquently put it earlier--a kind of hottie sitting beside me... and I'd like to pay him a little more attention.. if you know what I mean."

Maggie guffawed with laughter.

"And on that note... I bid you a fond good night, Maggie."

Danielle sighed contentedly as she signed off her phone call, "It looks like everything with the Stratford apartments has worked out perfectly. And, in complete honesty, Jon, I have you to thank for it."

"Me?" I said, almost choking on my sip of scotch.

"Absolutely," said Danielle, reaching to take my hand. "It's kind of ironic how everything came together for us all. Just think about it for a second. If those incompetent imbeciles at the dentist's office hadn't botched our appointments, we'd likely have never met. We'd never had our wonderful day over coffee and dinner in the evening."

I nodded, seeing where she was going. "And then I wouldn't have asked you out tonight for dinner."

"And then I would have never known how Scott Walker had been stealing the company blind, and screwing over the tenants at the Stratford. So, thank you, Jon."

"Do you think we should send thank-you notes to the dentist's office staff?" I offered with a grin. Poor Danielle almost did a comical spit-take while sipping her drink.

"And, if we'd never met," she continued, wiping her lips delicately with her fingertips, "then I would have never known how beautiful it can be to make love with a man like you."

I smiled, pleased to hear her sentiments. I had learned the very same thing that night.

"I have to tell you, Jon, I was more than a little concerned about you... and your feelings about being with a woman like me. I'm sure you must have had similar feelings about it too."

I nodded and then laughed. "Would you believe I thought about nothing else all day at work?"

Danielle laughed, "But, Jon... I have to say, you were amazing--so calm, cool, and collected about everything." She leaned close to look into my eyes, "No man has ever made oral love to me before, Jon--only you."

That surprised me to think Danielle was almost as inexperienced as I was. "Not even that Bobby guy you were in love with back in the day?" I asked.

"Bobby Ramirez?" she said, her eyes widening as she laughed. "Well, he certainly had no problem with 'bagging a tranny' anally... but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with my penis. He would never even touch me. He preferred to watch me masturbate instead while we were having sex. I don't know, I guess I always thought of it as kind of a guy thing... maybe even a gay phobia... or a transphobia... penis to penis. Did you feel none of that?"

"From the first moment I saw your beautiful penis, Danielle, I immediately wanted to touch you, feel you, and kiss you. Any such homophobic thoughts never even entered my mind. Making love to you seemed like a completely normal act; I didn't even give it a second thought. I realized that it might make you cum... hell, I HOPED it would make you cum. I wanted to taste you, Danielle, I wanted to experience that more than anything in the world at that moment."

She threw her arms around my neck and sobbed softly, burying her face against my neck. I held her as she cried, her body shaking and trembling.

Moments later, she pulled back and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her fingertips. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to smile, "it was just such a personally emotional moment for me when you... when you let me... finish in your mouth, Jon."

"And, just for the record, Danielle, I hope it happens for us again... and again... and again. Absolutely, anytime you feel the desire or need... I promise I'll be there for you."

She lifted her eyes to the ceiling and sighed, "God, Jon... where have you been all my life?"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I asked, looking at her intently.

She paused thoughtfully. "You know... if you had asked me that question two days ago, I would have laughed in your face."

"I KNOW, right?" I responded with a broad smile.

She grasped my hands tightly and looked into my eyes, "But... Oh, my God, Jon. I honestly believe I began to fall in love with you that morning in the dentist's office. And, right now, I feel I am so much in love with you, it takes my breath away."

"I love you too, Danielle. And, with all my heart."

Danielle bit her lip thoughtfully, "Is this real, Jon? You and me?"

"For me, it is, Danielle," I said with a smile. "And I know you can feel it too."

She nodded and smiled. "God, Jon... I sure hope so."

We snuggled together, embracing warmly for several minutes, neither of us having to say anything about what we were experiencing.

"Jonathan," she began, addressing me formally with a thoughtful look, "How happy are you with your current job? You're in accounting, right? You do that type of work?"

I shrugged, "Right. I'm AACSB certified. My job is just okay... mostly monkey work... picking this up here, and putting it down there. It's not all that rewarding, but I guess... it pays the bills."

"Might you ever consider other job offers?

I laughed, "Of course, I'm as mercenary as the next guy."

"I only ask because, when you accepted the interim position of superintendent of Stratford apartments, it does come with certain amenities."

"I'm listening," I said with a curious raise of my eyebrows.

"The position only pays thirty thousand a year, but the apartment is also free," she explained.

I nodded and smiled with pleasant surprise. When one factored in the apartment rent, that would bring the yearly total to well over forty thousand, an attractive incentive. "Okay," I said with a laugh, "Where do I sign?"

"You would take the permanent position if it was offered?"

I nodded slowly, thinking it would be a step above my current salary--and a lot less monkey work. "Yeah, I think I would. You aren't actually offering me the job, though, are you?"

Danielle smiled. "Personally, Jon... I think the position is beneath your worth and abilities. But if you want it, it's yours."

Holy shit, she WAS offering me the job. Visions of an entirely new lifestyle flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but smile.

"But, before you answer, hear me out. I believe I might have an even more attractive job offer, if you'd like to hear it."

When I nodded in astonished surprise, she continued.

"With Maggie being promoted to vice president of operations, the position of my executive assistant will now be available. Would that interest you?"

My eyes widened, "Executive assistant? Danielle, I have no idea what that even MEANS. I have none of the business skills and experience that Maggie has. I fear I would probably be reasonably shitty in that position."

Danielle laughed, "Nonsense," she said, "I guarantee you that, once Maggie shows you the job, and you learn the basics, you'll be great in that position. The most important quality I look for in an executive assistant is trust. And right now, Jon, I trust you more than anyone."

I shook my head in astonishment. "Wow... I... I don't know what to say, Danielle. I mean... I'm honored you would even consider me."

"Just say yes, Jon," she said, leaning close to kiss my lips lightly, "I want you, and I need you with me. And, I have one more tiny little inducement."

She took a small Post-it note from a pad on her coffee table and wrote briefly, tearing off the slip of paper, she handed it to me. On it, she had written 60k. I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked up to see Danielle smiling and nodding.

"Please say yes, Jon."

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Of course, I said yes. Danielle was exuberant in her excitement, jumping up to open a bottle of champagne to toast the occasion.

It seemed moderately surreal to sip champagne with her while we sat together nude on her sofa--well, I was nude, Danielle still had her silk robe draped over her shoulders.

"I hope you aren't just doing this whole executive assistant thing because... of the feelings you have for me," I said, pursing my lips thoughtfully.

"Well, of course I am," she said, laughing gaily. But then her smile faded, and she lowered her brows to give me a stern look. "But, if you think for one second that the businesswoman inside me didn't look beyond my personal feelings, you'd be dead wrong."

I smiled at her, loving how she could turn off her delicate, loving persona, almost instantly, to become the strict, no-nonsense CEO of her billion-dollar company.

"I've made the right choice, Jon. Partly because of my feelings for you, but also because it's the right choice for Richardson Investments."

"In that case," I smiled slyly, "as your executive assistant, I'm making an executive decision right now."

"Oh?" she smiled playfully, her eyes widening.

I nodded, slipping from the sofa to kneel between her splayed legs. "As your assistant, I should be able to intuitively discern what it is that you need most at any time. Isn't that right?"

Danielle nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she began to realize what it was that I had in mind.

Without further preamble, I leaned forward and took her beautiful penis into my mouth and made lover to her with my lips and tongue.

Danielle cried out when she came, her semen flowing into my mouth almost gently--her fingers gripping my hair tightly as her hips twitched beneath me--crying my name over and over.

As she finished, I held some of her in my mouth. I rose from my knees and kissed her passionately, her tongue mingling with mine as I let her taste her essence from my mouth, her entire body trembling.

She broke the kiss, her eyes wide and imploring as she looked into mine. "My God, Jon... My God. You're an AMAZING lover." Her fingertips trembled as she held my face in her hands.

A moment later, she pushed me away with a smile. As I sat beside her once more, she slipped from the sofa to kneel in front of me.

"I believe," she said, looking up at me with a saucy smile, "it may be time for your employer, the CEO of Richardson Investments, to assert her authority here."

She grasped my erection with her hand and bent forward to kiss the tip of my cock while keeping her eyes on mine. She smile seductively, opening her mouth and stroking the tip of my cock with the flat of her tongue, while her free hand cupped and caressed my balls.

I moved to take her head in my hands, and she pulled away with a smile, "No, honey... just relax. This time, let me do it all for you."

She continued to lick the underside of my cock lovingly, her eyes on mine all the while. In all my life, I have never felt anything so exquisitely sensual as her tongue lapping the underside of my erection, all the while, her eyes riveted on mine. Moments later I gasped, "God... you're gonna make me cum,"

She smiled and nodded and, as I watched, a dribble of pre-cum formed on the tip of my cock and oozed down the underside. I gasped as my first ejaculation erupted almost violently... jetting forcefully over my stomach.

Danielle closed her mouth over me, taking me into her mouth to lovingly accept every other ejaculation I had to give her.

And, as I had done with her, she held some of my semen in her mouth before rising to kiss me passionately.

I was deliriously in love with his woman, and I crushed her to me, never wanting the intimacy of that moment to end.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she whispered as our lips finally parted.

"Of course," I said. "Always."

(The story will continue in Danielle's Difficulties - Ch. 04)

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Author's note

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I can only hope you have enjoyed Chapter 3 of Danielle's story. Chapter 4 will be forthcoming soon. I value your comments, feedback, and suggestions tremendously, please feel free to add yours in the comments section, or via email. If you'd like to stay connected and follow along with my newest stories and updates, be sure to follow me here in Literotica. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement.

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