Ken was middle-management, staring down middle-age, living a middle-class life in a middle-of-the-road suburban home, and that included the mid-life crisis. Ken, at 38, hadn't started going to the gym, or buying muscle-cars, he had started having an affair with a younger woman. Dani was everything Ken was missing from his life. She was vivacious, unpredictable, she hated conformity, she loathed comfort. She didn't work for Cellultex, a middleware supplier for large-scale telecoms - truth be told, Ken still wasn't sure what it was she did do to get by. Dani was a whirlwind, and she captivated Ken.
Their affair, though recent, was intense. It obsessed Ken, she obsessed Ken. His wife, Lorraine, thought Ken was working longer hours and travelling to visit clients behind a new account. His boss, Gregg, thought Ken's mother was sick, and was cutting him some slack for being out of the office so much. Really, Ken was spending evenings at the kind of nightclubs he was too insecure to go to when he was younger, and his nights in cheap motel rooms doing the things to Dani that he had never had the courage to suggest to his wife.
The fact that he had gone so far outside of the norms of polite society just made it more exciting for Ken. Maybe in a few more weeks, having sown his wild oats, he'd come to his senses and get back to the grind of making money and raising his kids, confident that he still had what it took to win a woman like Dani. After he'd had his adventures, maybe he'd be able to suggest to Lorraine some of the things he'd like to "try."
Ken had told his wife he was travelling to Singapore, the client needed more hand-holding, and he'd be gone at least a week. His boss thought Ken was getting his mom moved out of her house and into an assisted living facility. He had the whole week to spend with Dani being reckless and crazy and sexy.
Ken took Dani out to a club she liked. They spent the night grinding against each other, drinking, dancing. It was a night of excess which ended with the two stumbling into their hotel room at four in the morning, kissing and giggling as they undressed. Dani pulled a small bottle from her purse and shoved Ken onto the bed.
"Drink this," she ordered, opening the bottle and bringing it to Ken's lips.
Ken smiled and opened his mouth, letting Dani pour the liquid down his throat. It was bitter and it burned. Ken coughed, but managed to hold it down. Dani curled up next to Ken and held him tight.
Ken's eyelids started to sag, his whole body felt heavier than he'd ever remembered. He closed his eyes, exhausted, and fell asleep.
The next morning Ken woke up with almost no memory of the night before, only flashes of laughter, and the smell of sweat and alcohol, and the feeling of having Dani rubbing up against him on the dancefloor. His head was pounding, and his tongue felt dry and swollen. He moved to block the light with his hand, but found he could barely move his arm at all before a restraint prevented further movement.
"Dani?" Ken called, confused and alarmed. He tried to move his legs, but found that they, too, were bound to the bed. Solid ropes held his wrists and ankles, keeping him restrained, naked, on the bed. Beneath him the sheet felt like plastic.
"Dani?" Ken called again. He was trying to keep panic from entering his voice, but this was well beyond what he would have ever thought even Dani would have done.
Ken heard the toilet flush in the hotel bedroom, and then Dani walked out. She looked like an angel, lit from behind by the morning sunrise. She posed impishly at the wall, showing off her naked body.
Dani was 5'4", a bottle-blonde with short, messy, pixyish hair. Her breasts were smallish, but shapely. Her arms were covered in tattoos of exotic vines and flowers, with little fairies flying within the designs. She had a small heart tattooed just to the left of her left eye. Her ears were pierced in three places, with a small chain running from the outer tip to the base of the lobe.
When she was nude Ken could also see Dani's more intimate body-modifications. Her nipples were pierced with rings which held a delicate chain connecting them. When she posed, as she was now, Ken could also see the cap of the piercing of her clitoral hood. Above her vagina were the words "Dick Dock" in a heavy gothic font. Her areola had been tattooed with a smeared lipstick kiss impression, the lips forming an "O" through which her nipples popped.
It was the sheer difference from everything Ken knew that first attracted him to Dani. It was because she took insane risks, avoided the safe choices, but could also make Ken understand why they were the right choices. It made Ken question whether his own choices were a series of mistakes. He found himself falling for a woman he had thought would be a simple fling, and despite his original intentions he kept up the relationship longer than he had planned.
"Hey, baby, glad you're up. We're going to have so much fun!" she cooed. She ran her fingers through her pink and blonde hair and skipped over to the bed. She leaned over and kissed Ken deeply, running her tongue piercing around the inside of his lips.
"I'm really excited for today," Dani straightened, raising her arms over her head in a stretch which put her shapely, tattooed breasts on display. Despite his worry, Ken felt himself getting hard.
"Everyone will be here soon, and then we'll fix you just like you wanted," Dani giggled. "You wouldn't believe how much I'm turned on right now."
"Do what? Who is 'everybody?'" Ken was more confused than anything else. "What do you mean, just like I wanted?"
Dani sat down on the bed and started gently massaging Ken's penis. "We're going to do all the things we talked about. All the things you've said you wished you had the courage to do. We're going to make you the man you want to be. I know this seems weird, everybody thinks that when they first take the plunge, but trust me, you'll love it." She again kissed him deeply, still massaging his prick.
Ken wasn't sure what she was talking about, but the feel of her nails running gently up and down his shaft was electric.
"You love this," Dani whispered, "don't you Ken?"
Ken nodded as Dani shifted to put her pussy over Ken's hand. She started grinding against his fingers, and he could feel how slick she was.
"You can feel how much I love this, can't you Ken?" Dani dropped her mouth over Ken's cock, her tongue lightly circling as she dragged it across his head.
"God, yes," Ken moaned at the sensation. "Whatever you're planning, don't stop."
Ken felt Dani chuckle with his prick still in her mouth. He knew Dani was into things that he had never been interested in, and although his mind was racing trying to guess what she had planned, she made him feel so good, so alive, that he trusted her despite his better instincts.
Dani's cell chirped that a text had arrived, and she released his cock from her mouth with an exaggerated smacking noise. She got up and grabbed her phone, checking the text. She giggled and skipped over to the suite door, still naked. She disappeared behind the wall and Ken heard the door opening.
"We are in the right place!" Ken heard a man's voice exclaim. "You look lovely as always."
Dani came back to the bedside, joined by three men carrying cases of equipment. The men were well dressed and clean-cut except for the tattoos covering almost all of the skin on their hands, their arms, their necks, even some minor adornments on their faces.
"I shouldn't have expected any different, Dani, but you have done an incredible job setting this up. We might be able to pull this off." It was the man who had spoken at the door. He had a gravelly voice. The man wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the American flag on it. His arms were covered with intricate patterns, mostly black, but with some red.
Ken's confusion was visible. What he had envisioned as Dani was grinding against his hand and sucking his cock did not include three men with whatever was in their luggage.
"I'm Arnie, it's great to meet you, Ken. Dani's told me all about what you're looking for, and what time-frame we've got here. I don't know whether we'll be able to get it all done, though a lot of that is going to depend on you."
Arnie pulled over one of the hotel chairs and set himself up to Ken's left. "I know you're probably wondering what's going on, but let me tell you that you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Dani here has really pulled out all the stops for this, and it's not everyday that someone like her sees so much potential in someone like you.
"Over there," Arnie pointed at a rail thin man in a dress shirt and vest, "is Devon. Devon is the best. You could not be in better hands."
"Nice to meet you, Ken," said Devon, clearly British with that accent. His tattoos were more colourful, full of images of pinups and cartoons. "We'll get you done up right, you just relax as best you can, and we'll be done in no time at all."
"And that one," Arnie pointed at a short, chubby man whose bald head had flame tattoos replacing the hairline, "is Mark. He'll be dealing with the supplies and he also does a bit of the more specialized work. Again, best in the business. You can have complete confidence."
The men started opening the cases and setting up equipment. Mark lay dropsheets on the floor beside the bed, while Devon and Arnie set up stools on either side of Ken.
"I don't know what Dani told you we were doing, but I'm not sure..." Ken was suddenly cut off as Dani, crawling over the bed to straddle his hips.
"It's just the things we talked about, baby. All the worries and frustrations," Dani leaned back and started grinding her pussy into Ken's cock, "we're going to take care of them. It's like you said, sometimes to get started on the right path, all you need is a little push." She reached behind her and Mark handed her a needle.
