Dani's New Movie Ch 29

Monday evening, Nov 8, 2021

"My apartment, we're watching the rest of your husband's video when we get back home," Katie announced, telling me, not asking, on our drive back home from Okimoto's

"Katie... I can't..." Robert and Jenny, the state I was in, after...

"Yes, you can, and you will, we both will, together."

I'd avoided watching the video of Robert and Jen, the two of them fucking because I just couldn't. And now, the worst possible time...! And Katie, what did she have planned? To say that I didn't trust her would be another major understatement.

"First things first," she announced as soon as we were in her apartment, "drinks, we're not going anywhere until the club tomorrow, so something stronger than wine," and headed to her kitchen cabinet, the one where she kept her 'good' stuff, as she called it.

"It's called a Gold Rush," Katie said, pouring some ice, honey, and lemon juice together in her blender, mixing it, then about tripling the volume with Four Roses bourbon.

She poured us each a glass, leaving about half in the blender pitcher, and I tasted it, very, very tentatively. I've come to like wine, but the hard stuff, not quite so much. Everything we get at the club has just enough alcohol for a tiny taste. This was more than a taste, a lot more. It was good though, sweet and citrussy, and very strong bourbon. It puckered me for just a minute or two, with the second and third sips being much better.

We sat at Katie's dining table, and I thought about talking to her about my going home, but no, not tonight, I wasn't going to spoil our last free night. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.

"These chairs aren't very comfy, let's go in the living room," Katie said, and we both retired, naturally, to her loveseat, and I can't say that I wasn't looking forward to what might happen later on the loveseat.

Turned out, 'later' was more like ten seconds, Katie and I looked at each other, and our lips just slowly came together... Maybe a minute later, both of us panting, Katie reminded both of us that we had a video to watch. I still... fuck... Robert and Jen... and my pussy was already gushing!

Thankfully, Katie had remembered to toss a couple towels on her loveseat.

She found the website on her TV, and like we had the other time, had it ready to hit play when she asked, "You want to get a little more comfortable first?" and I knew full well what she meant.

I was already beginning to feel the effects of Katie's Gold Mine, feeling a little dizzy when I stood. "You can have the guest room at the end of the hall and main bath," she told me, "I'll take the master." Katie's apartment, for some unknown reason, had two bathrooms. Of course, it also had two bedrooms too, where mine only had one.

"Meet you back here in fifteen," she added.

I peed, not much more than dribbles, but you know, just in case, then realized she'd prepared for this, setting out a full array of makeup, lipstick, gloss, and a couple perfumes to choose from on the lavatory.

At home, before the club, it would have been forty-five minutes at least. Now, with the club experience, ten minutes later, my face was fully prepared for whatever; eyes smoky and sexy, a little shadow here and there, pink lips with a glossy shine, and I loved the scent she'd lent me, lavender and rose.

As soon as I stepped inside Katie's guest room, the extent of her advance planning came into full focus. There, in the center of the bed, was a tiny wisp of satin and lace, a babydoll that she obviously had placed there specifically for me. Well, when in Rome...

It barely covered my ass and pussy, not that it hid either, as sheer as it was. Also, she'd apparently (conveniently?) forgotten the matching panties.

Twelve-and-a-half minutes, and I was back on the loveseat awaiting Katie. Two minutes later, she came down the hall into the room... wearing nothing except the missing panties from the babydoll she'd left for me, a tiny, sheer thong.

"Imagine that, we're a matching pair," she said as she sat on my lap, running her hands over the soft fabric covering my tits.

I groaned, "Katie, you know I..."

She giggled, "Oh, I know, you're super horny, you haven't let yourself have an orgasm for ten weeks, and for some weird reason which I will never understand, you're shooting for a lot longer than that," slipping one hand under the babydoll, massaging my tit, she leaned forward, her lips on mine. "And I'm not going to feel even a tiny bit bad if I can break your streak," she told me a moment later after leaving both of us panting from her kiss.

"But for now, we have your video to watch," she said and kissed my nipple before climbing off, pointing her remote at the TV, and hitting play.

Robert was in the shower, Jen opening the frosted shower door and stepping in with him. In that brief moment with the door opened, I saw my husband's cock, hard and long, Jenny's fingers wrapping around it. Then the door swung closed, and it was all a blur behind the frosted glass.

I let out a groan, imagining... and Katie's hand on my inner thigh, working its way higher...

The two of them kissed, a long, lingering kiss. Jen whispered in Robert's ear, then turned away, leaning against the shower wall, her legs spread...

I watched in fascination once again as my husband fucked my best friend in the shower, the feelings surging through me, knowing exactly what Jen was feeling, just not 'how' she was feeling it, and that made all the difference. I tried breathing hard through my mouth, but the combination of what I was seeing and Katie's fingers teasing my pussy lips... fuck!! Ten weeks, sixty-nine days since...

Jenny's scream filled the room, even over the sounds of the shower and then, my husband's face through the frosted glass, his release inside her...

My body was quivering, the feelings inside me, my entire body on fire with neediness so strong that I felt like it would devour me. I realized that I was getting a tiny inkling of the torment I'd been putting my husband through with the videos I'd sent him, not that I regretted them, not in the least. His cage was his own doing, not mine, just the same as these ten weeks had been mine, not his.

Jenny pulled on the tights over her thong, then her thin sweater. It was cool in Yakima, Washington, not exactly like Tampa.

I'd been out with Jen numerous times when she'd worn that sweater, how it stretched over her petite tits so sexily, except I'd never been nearly this attuned. Always then she'd worn a bra too, but not this time.

Robert was dressed in a pair of slacks and shirt that I remembered buying for him, thinking that they made him look sexy. She kissed him briefly on the lips, running her hands over his chest, and, hand in hand, they went out into the hall to the elevator.

They went into a store, still holding hands, fingers interlaced, 'Gloria's Boutique', Jen picking out one dress after another, holding each up in front of her in a sexy pose. They weren't overtly sexy dresses, but the way she was asking my husband for his opinion, asking him to feel the soft material, asking him, "How would it feel on me?"

And then there was one that didn't fit the 'not sexy' pattern, not at all, spaghetti straps, deep 'V', backless, short... a classic LBD in every sense of the term, leaving those heavenly long, dancer's legs so exposed.

"Ooh, I like that one, silky," Robert told her, his hands exploring.

Something... there was something in the back of my mind that I couldn't quite understand what it was, something about that dress...

And Katie, how she was nibbling on the inside of my thigh, coming closer... and closer.

They finished in the boutique, Robert paid for the dress and a few other things that I hadn't seen. Later, it was a day of exploring Yakima, walking the old city streets hand-in-hand, popping in and out of various stores, and I got a quick glimpse of it, in the window of a building next to a little café that Jen and Robert went into for lunch, the word 'shibari', not even the whole word, the last two letters were cut off, but there was no doubt, it was a shibari studio, downtown Yakima, one in which I was sure I... we would often be frequenting. I wondered if they did the nude exhibitions.

I also knew that we'd be in that café, and I'd be asking my husband about his lunch with Jenny, letting him tell me how they'd sat down next to each other, Jen snuggling him and kissing his cheek while they waited for their food.

Katie never quite got to the prize with her lips, instead, straddling my legs and kissing me, our naked tits pressed together, tongues doing battle, the video paused...

We were both panting from the intensity of the kiss when Katie moved alongside me on the loveseat, picked up the remote, and hit play again.

Jen was once again looking in the hotel's bathroom mirror finishing her lipstick and polish. She looked ravishing, as she always does. I've always said that she's always been the prettier of the two of us, and that fact still hasn't changed. She stood, looked into the camera lens, picked up the dress, and slipped it over her head, letting it fall in place.

It was the classic LBD, little black dress, 'little' being the operative word. Jenny's relatively tall, just two inches under six-feet, so a 'short' dress on her leaves about a mile of heavenly leg exposed, especially with those silver heels she was wearing. She turned, the dress was backless, nothing, except a couple spaghetti straps over her shoulders, then bare down below the small of her back...

She wore dangling, silver earrings, matching bracelets on both wrists, and a necklace dangling and emphasizing the cleavage between her unrestrained tits.

I'd mentioned that there was 'something' about the dress. I now understood what that something was; after Robert awoke from his dream, it was at least a couple months later when he'd gotten up the courage to tell me of his dream about Jenny. The three of us had gone dancing, and later, she'd gone home with us... and my husband fucked my best friend in front of me. This dress, it was the exact dress he'd told me about that she'd worn that night.

Katie's fingers were between my legs, three fingers barely inside me, just enough to torment... ten weeks since my last release. Her fingers, watching my husband and best friend, the tiny, silky garment I was wearing... knowing what was coming on her television...

They danced, Jen's body gliding, arms wrapped around each other, cheeks together, slowly turning so that lips came together...

It was too much, I sat there, Katie nibbling on my earlobes, fingering my nipples, her fingers under the soft fabric... I was moaning, both hands between my legs, desperately wanting to plunge my fingers inside, knowing I didn't dare, knowing I never should have agreed to watch this with her, not tonight, maybe not ever.

Their kiss went on... and on...

And my misery only grew, far beyond unbearable.

There were thirty-two minutes left in the video when they walked into their hotel room and embraced, this time a 'real' kiss.

I had no idea how I was going to survive those thirty-two minutes.

My husband undressed Jenny, slipping the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting her LBD fall to the floor, pooling at her feet, her body naked except for a black thong. Robert ran his hands over her body, 'that' look on his face, right before leaning down and taking a nipple between his lips.

Katie chose that moment to likewise, lean over, push the babydoll I was wearing aside, and suck my left tit into her mouth. The feeling was... I can't even begin to describe! I could not take my eyes away from the screen.

"Take my panties off," Jen told my husband, and he accommodated, slowly sliding them down her legs...

Much the same way many of my customers remove mine, very sexily, intended to excite both parties. I know it does me, every time anyone else takes my panties off me.

He took his time, enjoying every inch...

And every inch tormented me.

Katie moved, standing in front of me, "Take mine off," she told me. I knelt in front of her, one eye on the television, the other eye on... you guess. Her panties, little more than a satin g-string, were right in front of me. I slid them down, inhaling the scent of her, tempted beyond my endurance, nuzzling her between her spread legs...

Jen laid back on the bed, "Make love to me," she told my husband. He climbed on the bed...

Katie groaned, her hands behind my head, pulling me into her... So sweet, she tasted so sweet!

They were on the bed, Jenny on her back, legs spread wide, knees bent. Robert's dick was so engorged, and the camera girl was right there, getting the closeup of him pressing inside her, Jenny's long, drawn-out groan as he bottomed inside her... or maybe it was my groan, or Katie's.

Katie had positioned herself so that I could see her TV screen, and ravishingly lick and tongue her pussy simultaneously with watching my husband and Jenny. Katie was writhing. I was... between the video and Katie's pussy, indescribable!

My husband was fully inside my friend, and he kissed her. She kissed him back, just as hard. And then, he pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at one Jennifer Garland, my maid of honor at our wedding, my best friend since... I don't even remember a time before. She'd sat with me day after day, week after week at my husband's bedside. And now, he was making slow love with her...

It was nothing like he described from 'that night', the night of his dream when she'd seduced him. This was making love, not fucking, and I nearly passed out.

I doubled down on Katie's pussy, eating her like... like I wanted her to be doing to me, how my 'cunt', as Jeff had so subtly called her, was screaming for.

In and out, in and out, repeatedly, Jenny groaning with each slow thrust. She was getting closer, it showed on her face, my husband too...

I plunged my tongue inside Katie's pussy, did my best to bury my mouth inside her, and she screamed... Katie's scream was simultaneous with Jenny's. She flooded my mouth with her juices, and I didn't let up, spurred on by her grinding her pussy into my face. I wanted... God, how I wanted what Katie... and Jenny were getting. My husband too.

They came together, Jenny's scream, Robert's uncontrolled moans filled Katie's living room, added to by Katie.

Katie stood, her legs shaking. I was beyond standing, desperate to come. "I think we both need a drink," Katie told me, stumbling into the kitchen.

Oh yes, she'd paused the video.

I sat back down on the loveseat, fighting the urge to plunge my fingers inside my cunt. "You have a dildo? A big one?" I yelled in at Katie. At the moment... anything!

Katie laughed, then found my clutch purse and went through it, finding... the remote! Fuck, I'd forgotten it was still inside me. She turned it on, low, and it buckled me over almost instantly. "Turn it off, turn it off!" I screamed, I couldn't take it. She turned it up, all the way up, and I screamed, falling onto the floor, hands between my legs. It went off, I hadn't come, my body wouldn't let me, but the feeling, the intensity of the pleasure... God!

Finally, she turned it off and helped me back onto the loveseat, handing me the drink she'd poured in my glass. I drank it, every drop.

Katie sat back down and resumed the video.

The camera followed Jen into the bathroom. She sat on the closed toilet and opened her legs, letting the camera zoom in on her pussy, Robert's cum oozing from her, my husband... my lifelong best friend!

Jenny put on a robe and they went back to the main room, Robert sitting on the bed, now with a pair of his Buck Naked underwear. He stood, they kissed, then went to the bar, and Robert fixed a drink for the three of them. The picture went blank for probably half a minute, and when it came back, Robert was sitting on the edge of the bed, like he was anticipating.

Another woman entered the picture, and I realize I've seen her before, short, only a little over five feet, but oh-so-curvy. She's been at some of Jenny's solo dances with a video camera on a tripod, always dressed in slacks and a top that doesn't quite hide her tits.

This time she wasn't wearing slacks, or a top, or anything else, stark naked, and she pushed my husband's boxers down, inhaling his cock.

He'd just had a massive orgasm and was already hard again.

I couldn't breathe, gasping for air, knowing what had to be coming. I looked over at Katie, imploringly. I can't watch this, just... can't!

I'd have screamed if she stopped the video.

She looked back at the TV, and turned the volume up. I groaned, laying my head down on the arm of the loveseat. No way could I look away.

She looked up at my husband, "I've been watching you two lovebirds all weekend, not it's my turn, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she said.

I heard myself whimpering. She's been watching 'all weekend', I've been... ten weeks!

She lay down on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest, legs spread apart, a little tuft of hair at the top of her pussy. Robert climbed on the bed, his cock swinging. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn't.

Jen focuses the camera on my husband's face, and I see the excitement in his eyes as he moves closer. Jen pulls in close so that the only thing shown on Katie's TV is Robert's cock pushing inside this woman, and I hear her groans as his cock is slowly swallowed. Jenny leaves the camera focused so that their two pelvises pressed together fill the screen.

Her groans and mine were in synchrony, I was feeling every inch of my husband's cock sliding inside this woman, the pleasure surging through my body, overwhelming!

"Now... fuck me!"

There were six minutes, eighteen seconds left on the video. Why did I notice that, I have no idea. Maybe, the fact that I was drunk. I was drunk enough to add to my super-horniness and sober enough to realize it. Fortunately, I wasn't like my husband at all. On the rare occasions when he'd had this much to drink, he was also quite limp. Of all things I was, it was NOT 'limp'!

Even Katie had turned around to watch.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and slammed back inside her. She screamed, wrapping her legs around Robert's waist...

And I felt it, my pussy throbbing, an orgasm, my violent release, so, so close. I wanted it, God, how I wanted it! And yet... I had to control myself, even drunk as I was, I knew... I had to, no choice!

Her face, it was a study in sweet agony, like she'd never been fucked before, like my face would be... if only...

My husband was breathing so hard, he flipped her over, up on her knees, and was back inside her...

I'd fallen off the couch to the floor, curled in a ball, groaning.

She screamed, my husband did that to her... for her. I couldn't have been prouder... or more miserable, curled on Katie's floor, hands between my legs, trying, desperately trying to stop what I so achingly wanted.

I didn't see the rest of the video, Katie pulled me to my feet and led me to her bedroom. The only thing I remembered from that night was the pictures playing over and over in my head; Robert and Jenny, Robert and... I didn't even know her name. Another week and I'll be home!

"You know, I'm leaving next Monday, going home to my husband," I told my friend the next morning. I knew it was going to be bittersweet, I'd learned to love what I was doing, Katie, Sakura, others at the club, the club itself... but mostly, I ached to see my husband, my family, Jen...

Katie looked almost like she was going to cry, "I'll miss you," her only words.

It was time, what I'd been aching to ask her for the last month, "Come with me, Robert and I... we can help you, give you the college you wanted, you don't need to even think about money for it."

Katie looked in shock, shaking her head, "No, I couldn't, it's too much, I can't ask that of you."

I smiled and took both her hands in mine, "Katie, when I came here I was more frightened than I'd ever been in my life. Even that first night you gave me friendship, not expecting a thing in return, remember that ride you gave me home that first night... I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't been there for me. And every day and night since. You're not asking, I'm offering. We have over sixteen million dollars in investments from that first movie, I can't think of a better thing to do with a tiny bit of that money than help you with your dreams. Please... come home with me."

Katie looked at me, tears falling, "I'll... think about it," was all she'd commit to, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.

Then we talked about my last night in the club, Saturday night.

I walked home to my apartment on the other side of the complex, lay down for a couple hours, then was up and getting ready for the club. I drove us, Katie looking beautiful as she always did. Nothing was said about my offer.

"I'm leaving, Saturday night will be my last," I told both Stan and Julie, the manager and his assistant, the two who had hired me three months ago. Stan grumbled about having to find a new girl, and Julie hugged me, that was all that was said. I'd fulfilled my promise to Julie, three months.

Despite the grumbling, I knew Stan was sorry to see me go, other than having to replace me.

And then... every dance, every trip to the back rooms, felt bittersweet, I loved what I was doing, loved the girls I was 'working' with, loved our customers. If the studio had wanted to indoctrinate me into how terrible a strip club is, they'd badly failed. That said, though, I knew the make-believe club in the movie wouldn't be at all like the Pink Orchid.

And I still didn't know how I'd go back to my real life in Kennewick.

Friday morning, after my last session with LeAndra, our physical trainer, Katie drove us to Okimoto's, I had to tell him and Sakura goodbye and thank them for the gift they'd given me, the shibari. I knew that I wasn't finished with it, I couldn't step away from it, I'd be visiting that studio in Yakima, trying to start one in Kennewick.

Friday night, or I guess Saturday morning, I slingshotted my g-string into the audience one more time, possibly the last, spent a hotter than fuck forty minutes in room number three with a fifties-something couple, returning their five-hundred dollars because they gave me more than I gave them, and asked the girls, Jeff, Rose, Larry, the bouncer, and Stan and Julie to please meet with me for a few minutes after closing.

"I want you all to know, all of you, how much you've come to mean to me. This place, you people..." and I motioned with my hands, "I've come to love it, every bit of it. But I need you all to know that I haven't been honest with you... My name, my real name is Daniella Shore, maybe you've heard of me from Second Chances..."

"I knew it, knew all along that I'd seen you somewhere," Julie said, interrupting my little speech.

"I know, you scared me that first day when you asked me, but let me explain... My studio, Artistre Studios, is making another new movie, it involves a police detective who goes undercover... as a stripper, to break a ring of girl traffickers. They wanted me for the part. This was... supposed to be a month, for experience, but then Julie..." I looked over at her and laughed, "three months, and all I can say about that is thank you!"

"My husband though..." and I glanced over to Stan and Julie, "it was only a tiny fib, he's three-thousand miles away in Washington State." I held my ring finger up, "I took it off several months before so there wouldn't be a telltale ring around my finger," and Stan rolled his eyes, he'd checked my finger the afternoon he hired me.

"The studio wanted me to have a real experience as a stripper, to be treated like any other girl would be, that's the reason I couldn't tell anyone."

"I have one more night," I smiled, "and please, until then, I'm still the same Tara."

They all began filing out, going home until the only two left were Rose and Katie. Rose gave me a long hug, tears in her eyes, "I am so going to miss you, I knew from that first day that you were different than the rest of the girls..." She wiped her eyes and another hug, "I'm going to miss you!"

"Rose..." was all I could say, she'd meant so much to me, she was my salvation, her and Katie.

I was glad that night that I'd ridden with Katie, not sure if I could have driven myself.

And tomorrow night... it would be worse!