The Secret of Her Sex-Cess

Less than five minutes later, my cellphone rang. I looked at the number in amusement, knowing full well it was Danielle.

"Hey there, Danni Girl." I said smugly. "Miss me already?"

"How the fuck did you do that?" she demanded. "You weren't gone more than three minutes before my phone rang."

"I told you how I was going to do it." I replied coolly. "You just didn't listen, or else you listened and didn't believe me."

"I didn't believe you." she admitted. "But I do now. And yes, you'll have me all to yourself for the entire weekend. I lost the bet fair and square. I just can't believe I lost it in less than three minutes, though. You can really do this regularly for me?"

"I can." I said brightly. "And I look forward to fucking your brains out all weekend long. Since you are the exclusive agent on my new house, why don't we spend it there? It'll give me a nice cozy feeling when I move in. It'll get you used to visiting me there too."

"You are really confident about making this a business deal, aren't you?" she wondered aloud. "If you can make those referrals on a steady basis, I don't mind being your reward."

"Spend the weekend with me, and it will be YOUR reward." I said confidently. "Call me on Friday when you know what time you'll be done, and I'll meet you back there. Then, you can take me out for a prime rib dinner at Angie's Riverfront Surf'n'Turf just like you promised, followed by some awesome sex afterwards. My mouth is watering already."

"Okay Jack." Danielle agreed. "I'll see you sometime on Friday afternoon then."

"Toodles." I replied.

I disconnected the call and smiled to myself. She had no idea just how many contacts I had, but she was going to spend a lot of her spare time finding out, that was darned certain!

I was finishing up a proposal on Friday afternoon when the call came in. I had added Danielle's name and number to my contact list, so I was excited to see her name on the call.

"Oh Danni Girl, my pipe- my pipe is waiting." I sang quietly into the phone.

I heard her giggle on the other end at my sense of humor.

"I was wondering if we could renegotiate our deal a little." she confessed. "I might be able to make it even better for you if you agree."

"How so?" I inquired.

Needless to say, I was a little annoyed by all of this. Was she going to welsh on the bet or just delay it?

"I have the opportunity to close on a major sale tomorrow." she explained. "It's a 3.5 mil house on the lake, and it's the only time he can meet me. My commission is over two hundred thousand, Jack! If we can reschedule until next weekend, it's a three day weekend for the holiday, and I'll be all yours. I'll still meet you this afternoon and take you to dinner, and I'm yours tonight as well, as a thank you bonus. If you say yes, you've essentially just doubled your time with me."

"I understand that things come up sometimes." I responded accommodatingly. "I understand fully and have no problem with it. I look forward to a nice prime rib dinner with you at Angie's."

"You keep mentioning prime rib." Danielle said with a laugh. "You really like it that much?"

"I do. I'd eat it every night if I could." I replied. "When I was twenty, that's what I did on my vacation. Two weeks of prime rib every night. Damn, it was good! Back then, you could get a room for twenty bucks and a prime rib dinner was less than fifteen. I sure do miss those days!"

"Was I even born then?" Danni mused.

"Not for a year or two." I laughed. "What time?"

"I can head over there now." she informed me. "I'd like to shower and make myself presentable though. After all, it's our first deal."

"Date." I corrected her. "Our first date. There will be lots more too, I promise. I could use a shower myself, so why don't we share it to break the ice?"

"Sounds good to me." she whispered. "See you soon. I'm dying for some hot beef myself."

"Good." I responded. "Because I can't take the smell of seafood. It'll make me sick."

"Really?" she inquired. "Why?"

"Long story." I said vaguely. "I'll tell you sometime, but for now let's focus on having some delicious prime rib! See you soon."

By the time I arrived at my future home, Danielle was just pulling into the driveway about a quarter of a mile in front of me. I got out of the car and greeted her with a smile and a kiss on the mouth. Too late, I wondered where her mouth had been in the last hour. Oh well.

"Congratulations on that sale!" I complimented her.

She was beaming broadly.

"Thanks!" she burst out. "That's more than a two hundred grand commission, Jack! Holy shit! I can take the week off if I want to! And thank you for understanding. I appreciate it."

"Why don't you?" I inquired.

"Why don't I what?"

"Take the week off." I replied.

"I have an appointment on Tuesday."

"So what? You just made a fifth of a million bucks. Reschedule it. I have nothing scheduled for next week either. Let's take a road trip up to the mountains. We can get to know each other."

Danielle seemed a little taken aback by my suggestion at first, but then nodded her head in agreement.

"Okay," she concurred, "but it was with your friend Randy. Think he'll understand?"

"Give him a rain check bonus too." I offered. "He'll understand."

"You're pretty generous with my time and body," Danielle laughed, "but okay. I haven't been to the mountains in years."

"We can take the Blue Ridge Parkway." I suggested. "It'll be a nice drive with a lot of places we can go into a small town and get a place for the night."

"Who's paying for it?" she asked with a slight smile.

"We'll go Dutch." I responded. "Since this isn't part of our deal, let's just have some fun and split it. Live a little, would you Danni?"

She nodded in agreement.

"I'd like that." she answered. "It's not like either of us are hurting for cash. Okay Jack, let's do it!"

She grabbed a bag from her car, which I assumed contained spare clothes and toiletries, and I followed her into the house. As soon as we were inside, Danielle locked the door behind us and began removing her clothes. When she was undressed and completely nude, she gazed at me.

"Your turn." she said with an alluring smile.

I wasted no time in taking my clothes off as well. My penis stiffened as I continued staring at her gorgeous unclothed body. She wasn't a twig; yet she wasn't overweight either. She was in that comfortable "cuddly" range that fell somewhere in the middle. Her tits were somewhat pointy from the side, but from the front, they were wider than they were high, proving their firmness. I reached out and squeezed them gingerly, savoring the sensation of such solid tits in my hands.

"Mmm, nice and firm." I murmured.

"Boob guy?" she inquired with a smile, a I continued playing with them.

"Oh yes." I replied. "I usually like them soft and saggy, but some firm tits every now and then are a nice distraction."

"I see." Danielle responded. "Well, I have an idea, Jack. Since you like playing with my tits and I think we can agree that we're both pretty horny right now, how about if I ride you while you squeeze my titties? Shoot it inside of me, and then we can take that shower together, so it'll all rinse out."

"I have no problems with that whatsoever." I affirmed, as I followed her into the same bedroom as before. The air mattress was still there and ready to be used.

Danielle settled onto me, taking my cock into her wet cunt until she was all the way down. Then, she slowly began riding me like a pro. Oh yeah, she knew what she was doing alright! I reached up and squeezed her tits in my hands, savoring their firmness as I massaged them vigorously. She grunted in pleasure and nodded.

"That's it, Jack! Squeeze them!" she directed. "Squeeze my titties, Jack. Squeeze 'em! Harder! Oh yeah, that's the way I like it. Wring them like a sponge!"

I did as I was told, and was rewarded with an increased pace on my dick. In addition to the rhythm, she was squeezing her vaginal muscles on my cock to make it feel even tighter. It wasn't long before I was ready to shoot my load inside her slippery, wet cunt.

"Oh Danni," I whispered, "it feels so fucking nice!"

"Mmm," she moaned, "it does."

Suddenly, her cunt locked around my cock as she contracted in orgasmic waves. Rather than sliding up and down the shaft, it locked in place and started jerking me off. I lost all control as my own climax spurted several large globs deep inside her cunt from the sudden change in sensation.

"Oh shit, Danni!" I gasped. "Holy fucking shit, that felt so good!"

I squeezed her knobs a few more times before dropping back onto the air mattress to catch my breath.

"That was nice!" I panted. "Thank you."

"It was," she agreed, "and thank you too. I felt that shoot off inside of me, which is a rare treat. I always make my leg men wear a condom if they want to fuck me. It's been a while since I've taken someone bareback. I'd forgotten how nice it feels."

"Why me then?" I asked curiously.

Not that I was complaining mind you, but my curiosity was stoked by her comment. What made me special? Why had she taken my dick without protection?

"Well," she said slowly, as she rose up and let my now-flaccid cock flop out, "it was a couple things, I guess. Branson mentioned you donate blood regularly, so I figured you had to be clean and careful. Second, I really am looking for a relationship. I'm very attracted to you, and if you can accept what I do - as long as you're getting me leads - I'd like to be your girl. That's why I want to do this road trip with you and why I took your wiener without a bun."

"So it's a relationship based on production." I observed. "You'll love me as long as I make your quota?"

"Not really." she admitted. "I do like you, but I also need some assurances that you'll contribute to this venture."

I snickered before I could contain myself.

"What?" she demanded.

"Who wants to marry a gold digging whore?" I replied, referring to an old TV show where a millionaire had asked a woman to marry him on live TV only for her to have it annulled the following day, thinking the whole thing was a joke.

"Is that what you think of me?" she demanded. "I thought you wanted to fuck me anyway?"

"I did and I still do," I replied as casually as I could, "but you are precariously close to losing sight of the difference between success and just plain sex. Money isn't everything, Danni. Don't base your life upon it."

"Who the fuck are you to judge me?" she inquired angrily. "You don't know me and I don't owe you a fucking thing."

"You are correct on both counts," I agreed, "but you still need to realize that the best man in the world for you could be tossing newspapers three days a week. I know you want to be successful, but don't lose track of what is truly important to you. If you do, you'll wake up one morning, forty years old and still on your back."

"Then tell me how else I can get ahead in this world!" she demanded. "You tell me how I can be successful in life as a woman, without using my body."

"By using other people to do it for you." I said coolly. "I told you before, you are one hell of a closer, but you absolutely suck at sales."

Danielle looked confused.

"I don't understand." she responded.

"I know." I said with a smile. "That's why this coming week is going to be so important. It doesn't matter if you understand or not, so long as we both benefit from this, correct?"

Danielle paused for a moment, thinking about what I had just said, then nodded.

"Good." I continued. "I'm going to generate a plan to get so many clients your way, that you're going to need assistants. Let them do all the dirty work and give you a commission for it, for doing absolutely nothing. If a big listing shows up, then you can take it on yourself and take all the profits for us."

"Us?" Danielle inquired dubiously.

"Yep." I replied straight and to the point. "I've got the brain; you've got the looks, so let's make lots of money."

It was another obscure reference that went over her head, but she was intrigued nonetheless.

"How?"

"Up until now, you've done okay for yourself, until you hit this big sale tomorrow." I explained. "That was luck. Everything else has been rewarding a lead with sex. They come here and there, but mostly, you're banking on a lead here and there that you can close on with just about 100% certainty. You reward that with sexual favors. No more.

"From here on out, I will act as your manager; getting you leads to offer through your agents. The client can pick the "agent" he wants, to represent him in the deal. She gives you a cut- I mean, percentage, in return. Sound familiar, Miss Kitty? When the big ones come through though, they all get routed directly to you so you can close them. We split everything right up the middle. No favors; just 50/50 on the profits, and you are my girl 100% of the time. That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

Danielle bit her lip, as she mentally sifted through the offer I had just made. Yes, I was offering for all intents and purposes to be her pimp, but with her as the madam; leaving most of the grunt work to others. Once in a while she'd have to work for it, but we'd both clean up on the commissions. She sighed deeply and nodded.

"You drive a hard bargain Jack," she conceded, "But I'll take you up on on it. Fifty percent is hefty, but if you can follow through, then I am in."

"Something else to keep in mind." I added.

"What's that?"

"Even though we're splitting it, it's still in the same household." I reminded her. "No matter how much we make, it's still the same amount for our coffers."

"Unless we get divorced." Danielle piped up cutely. "Never know how a judge will rule in a divorce case. Especially if there's kids involved."

"What's he going to rule on?" I asked bluntly. "If you get killed in a train accident, or somehow manage to get pulled into a mulcher while I'm clearing some trees... woo yikes, that would be bad. Not even a body to identify. Only DNA from all of the blood. All that hamburger and hair all over the place. Maybe an errant earring or other piece of jewelry stuck in a tree branch..."

"I get the point." Danielle said sullenly. "Just stop, okay? I won't get greedy; I promise. I was just testing you, that's all. I shouldn't have provoked you though. I made a mistake and I'm sorry, okay?"

"Good!" I replied cheerfully. "Then let us take that shower. Fucking you has made me so hungry! I am just dying for that juicy, prime rib dinner! Let's get cleaned up now, so we can get just as dirty later on, okay?"

Danielle smiled weakly.

"Oh my god," she muttered, "I've created a monster; 'Fuckingstein.'"

"Nah, I was here all the time." I responded. "I was glad to lurk in the shadows for a while I was observing you, but your behavior has led me to believe that all you are interested in, is sex and money. Mostly money, but you seem to like combining the two. Am I wrong?"

Danielle shook her head.

"No." she answered. "No, you aren't wrong at all. I'm really driven, and it puts a lot of guys off. This is a way to get some steady sex while I'm making a good living on top of it."

"Well, you can get plenty of that from me." I assured her. "We can open our own agency like I said, and teach others your method of closing. Just save the really expensive ones for yourself and I'll be okay with that, so long as it's not on a regular basis, okay?"

She nodded and we stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run all over us. Our tongues met and we enjoyed a nice French kiss, as I fondled her firm, pointy tits once again. We somehow managed to get showered without getting too horny, and toweled off. We both dressed, and Danielle applied her makeup once again as I struggled to get the length on my tie correct. Finally, we were both rather presentable; her in a dress and heels, and me in a suit and tie.

"You look nice." I complimented her. "Much different than a bathrobe and slippers."

She chuckled.

"And you as well. Look at you, Mr. Big. All dandied up like you're closing on a deal."

"I am, remember?" I replied with a laugh.

"You got me there." she agreed. "Ready?"

"I am. I'll drive."

We arrived at Angie's Riverfront Surf'n'Turf, and I found a parking spot within easy walking distance. The restaurant had a good reputation and excellent location; right on the river. Since it was Friday evening, I grew a little uneasy at the line outside the door. We threaded our way inside to the cash register, where a pleasant looking woman greeted us.

"Welcome to Angie's." she said with a smile. "Do you have a reservation?"

I was about to open my mouth and say no, when Danielle cut me off.

"Two for Thomas." she interjected.

I shrugged and followed the maitre d' to a table overlooking the still water of the river. Technically, it was the headwaters of a large man made lake, but since it was only the width of the river with a shallow cove here and there, it wasn't considered part of the lake. We were seated and handed our menus with a smile.

"You server will be with you shortly." she said.

"You made reservations?" I asked, as I opened my menu. "And seriously, your last name is Thomas?"

"My parents had a sense of humor." she replied. "I guess they thought Danni Thomas was cute. That's why I go by Danielle as my professional name."

Our waitress arrived and greeted us.

"My name is Sherry, and I'll be your server this evening." she said pleasantly. "May I get you something to drink?"

"I would like a glass of milk and a glass of room temperature water." I replied.

"I'll have a glass of water with lemon," Danni added, "and a bottle of Dom Perignon with dinner, please."

"Cuvee or Brut?" Sherry inquired.

"Brut. I'm in the mood to celebrate." Danielle replied.

"I guess so." Sherry responded. "You do know that's over seven hundred dollars a bottle? Perhaps you would care for the Cuvee instead? It's only a hundred seventy five dollars."

My eyes widened. Seven hundred dollars for a bottle of champagne?! What the hell was in it? I'd heard of Dom Perignon before, but had no idea who it was named for. Perhaps he was a very successful French realtor.

"Seven hundred dollars?" I echoed. "For a bottle of wine?"

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Jack." she answered. "I'm buying, remember? I'll take the Brut."

I looked at Sherry and shrugged.

"I'd hate to see what you order on our wedding night." I muttered.

"Oh, that would be a bottle of Jack Danielle's." she quipped.

"I'll have the sixteen ounce cut of the prime rib, medium;" I continued, "with a baked potato; sour cream and butter. Caesar salad."

"Very good," Sherry said with a nod, "and you?"

"I'll have a giant lobster. The biggest one you have."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "I told you I-"

Danielle burst out laughing.

"I'm teasing you!" she giggled.

She turned back to Sherry.

"I'll have the same as him, except the twelve ounce cut instead. Seems like we share a lot of tastes."

Sherry nodded and left.

"Except for semen." I mumbled.

Danielle laughed again.

"Had you going there for a sec, didn't I?" she asked. "You should have seen the look on your face. So tell me, why don't you like the smell of lobster?"

"It's not just lobster, it's anything that has that smell. Lobster, crab, shellfish; if it's a disgusting bottom feeder, the smell will make me puke."

"Because of what they eat?" she asked, her eyes wide. "It tastes good."

"No, it's just that they all have the same smell." I explained. "You see, my mother drowned at the beach when she was ten or eleven."

"Then how'd she have you?" Danielle inquired before I could finish telling the story.

"Because she obviously survived." I answered in an irritated tone. "Some guy rescued her and brought her back with CPR. It terrified her though, and justly so. The problem is that it was passed on to me. I hate the water. I'm afraid of it; especially the ocean. That smell just sets it off. It will literally make me sick to my stomach.