As it's been a while since I've submitted anything, you might want to re-read the preceding chapters to get a handle on the story!
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Danielle stepped into the coffee shop and looked around, smiling as she saw her friend raise his hand to attract her attention. She made her way through the tables, attracting more than her fair share of appreciative looks. Wearing a snug cardigan that was opened at the top exposing her impressive cleavage and a pair of skin tight jeans, it was no wonder she was getting stared at.
"Marco!" she sighed, hugging the man as he stood up. "It's really good to see you again."
"You too, babe." He said, giving her a kiss. "You look fantastic." He made no secret of looking at her exposed tits, the huge creamy mounds barely held in place by her bra.
"Is that all you want me for? My big tits?" she said with a laugh as they sat next to each other.
"Hell no. I want you for you gorgeous mouth, perfect pussy and tight little asshole too!" He reached across the table and took her hand. "Seriously, Danielle. It really is good to see you again. I'm glad you got in touch."
Years before, when Danielle had gone by the name of Danielle Daily and had been one of the biggest big tit porn stars, it had been Marco who had directed most of her films. A chance encounter when Danielle had been on holiday had led to her considering getting back into the porn business. She figured if she was going to start making movies again, the man to see was her old, favourite director.
"So how's business?" she asked him.
"Pretty good." He looked around at the other patrons in the coffee shop, most of whom were women much like Danielle: good looking and with figures that most porn stars would pay for. "Tell you the truth, I'm seriously considering relocating to here. The women in this town are gorgeous!"
"Can I get you anything to drink?" a waitress said as she appeared at their table. Danielle recognised her as Tiffany, the girl who had pretty much propositioned her and her sister Tanya the last time she'd been here. Her huge tits strained against the tight white blouse she wore and the short black skirt showed off her long legs.
"A coffee would be fine, thank you." Danielle said. Marco refused as he still had most of a full cup but he couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked away.
"Fucking hell, she's gorgeous. Why is she just a waitress? I could make her a star."
"You should ask her; last time I was here, she practically jumped on me and my sister."
The pair of them watched her get Danielle's coffee and bring it back to their table.
"It's Tiffany, right?" Danielle asked her as she set her drink down.
"Sure is." The girl said, moving her blonde hair off her shoulder and cupping one of her big tits, ostensibly showing off her name badge. "Is there anything else . . . anything . . . I can get you?"
Danielle smiled at the girl. "Not right now, sweetie, but my friend here has a question for you."
"You ever thought of modelling, Tiffnay?" Marco asked her. "Maybe some film work?"
Tiffany smiled. "I've posed for a couple of local amateur photographers. They were just interested in getting me out of my clothes."
"Was that a problem for you?"
"Hell no. The problem was that they were only interested in getting me naked. Once they'd done that, they left me horny as hell but wouldn't touch me." She shrugged. "Guess they were scared of messing with the police captain's daughter."