Danielle Works a Saturday

For the next two hours, Bill and Danielle went over and set up the three bank accounts that would benefit Danielle's financial portfolio. Sharing a light lunch, they also talked about Danielle's plans for her new life.

"One more thing, Bill. I'm going to be doing quite a bit of shopping in the next few days, could you set me up with a check card? I'd rather not walk around with twenty-thousand in my purse," she said chuckling.

"No problem, Danielle. That can be done in twenty minutes." Pushing a few buttons on his phone, he instructed his head teller to process Danielle's card. Hanging up the phone he said, "Now, one more thing for you. You didn't mention transportation. Do you have plans to buy a vehicle?"

"Eventually."

"I realize you could simply buy your car outright, but as a friend, I suggest you apply for a car loan through us. Again, based on your deposits, there should be no problem getting an approval. Doing this, combined with the credit card you applied for, would do well to not only establish credit for your new identity, but increase your credit score as the loan and card gets paid off."

"Very well, Bill. Can you put in an application now and then we fill in the amount of the car later?"

"Yes, absolutely. When do you expect to go to a dealer?"

"Well, I have some business at my old job tomorrow afternoon, so I'd say around four o'clock or so."

"I'll be ready for your call," he said smiling. It seemed to Danielle that he never tired of smiling.

Twenty minutes later she was walking down Broad Street towards Merissa's. It was nearly four o'clock and she had formulated a plan while she waited for her new check card to be issued. Tonight would be a night of shopping and dinner and she was heading to ask Merissa if Jason could go along to help her out. Walking toward the salon, she nearly missed the looks from the men she walked past as her heels clicked sexily on the concrete. She smiled to herself, and getting a bit aroused by the attention, knowing she was desirable to men.

Moments later she entered the salon and saw Jason sitting in one of the chairs looking at a magazine full of bikini-clad teen girls. As it was getting close to closing, there were no customers in the shop.

"Hi, Danielle!"

"Hi, Jason, is your mother busy?"

"Nah," he said, getting out of the seat and disappearing in the back of the shop. He came out with his mother in tow.

"Hello again, Danielle, what can I do for you?"

"I hope you don't mind, but I have a ton of shopping to do and I was wondering if you'd let Jason help me out with it."

"Of course. Is that okay with you, darling?," she asked, looking down at her son.

"Hell, yes!"

"Excuse me?"

"Um, yes, Mom," he replied sheepishly.

"I'll be sure to treat him to dinner, so we'll talk with you later," Danielle said as she walked toward the door. "And thank you," she said, smiling.

"Bye, Mom!"

A good time was being had by Danielle and Jason at the Mall. They visited electronics stores to buy dvd's and equipment, and she decided to check out a few jewelry stores along the way. They went into Frederick's of Hollywood and she tried on a dozen lingerie sets, getting Jason's opinion on things such as style or color. An hour later, along with said lingerie sets and blouses and skirts, they made their way where Danielle up her shoe collection by a dozen pairs. And all during this time of shopping and spending, Jason was right there beside her, helping in more ways than just carrying some of her purchases. She'd taken a liking to him, and she saw that he definitely took a liking to her. So much so that she saw what result she was having on him while she tried on outfit after outfit and modeled for him. Even though they each had quite a bit of merchandise in their bags, they eventually managed to walk together, holding hands.

Hours later, at nearly nine o'clock, they got back to Danielle's condo and unloaded the trunk of the taxi that they had taken home. Once inside, they'd set the clothing and shoes in her bedroom and the rest of the entertainment items in the living room. She picked up the phone and called Merissa.

"Hi, Merissa, Danielle here. Sorry it's so late, we kinda got out of control with the shopping, yes," she said chuckling. "He's fine, but we haven't had dinner yet, so I'd like to know if it would be alright with you in Jason spent the night. He's very eager to set up all my dvd stuff and my Playstation console." She threw a wink his way as she finished her conversation with Merissa. "I have to go to the office around noon, so he'll be home before then. Thank you so much, Merissa. I'll owe both of you a very big favor. Goodnight."

She hung up the phone and said to Jason, "Whatcha hungry for, darling?"

She knew he liked it when she called him 'darling' as the little sweetie actually blushed. "How about Chinese?"

"Chinese it is," she replied, smiling sweetly at him.

Minutes later after ordering their dinner, she got up and started for her bedroom. "Why don't you start on setting that stuff up for me, darling. I'm going to go change, okay?"

"Sure thing, Danielle."

A short time afterward he heard her bedroom door open. Looking up he nearly dropped his game controller as his mouth hung open and his eyes took in every inch of her beauty from her nose to her toes. She slipped into the ankle-length nightgown he picked out for her to try on. It's dark blue satin hugged every sweet curve of her body, the long slit up the right side of her leg and thigh showed nude lace-top stockings. He could see the trace outline of the garter straps under the gown. She also wore a sheer half-length robe that delicately hung off her shoulders. She completed the outfit with a pair of 4-inch black velvet pumps.

"Are you okay, darling?," she asked, standing over him in the living room.

"Uh, yes, Danielle, I'm fine," he said coming out of his daze. He shifted his position, hoping she didn't notice his reaction to the way she was dressed.

"Would you like to eat in the kitchen or in here, sweetie? We can play games while we eat, if you like."

"That would be great, Danielle."

"Okay, here's the money for the food, I'll be back with the dishes."

She started for the kitchen and he turned and watched as she swayed and clicked her way to get the dinner dishes. He couldn't help but focus his gaze on her legs, feet and heels. He didn't realize before just how sexy Danielle was. He finished hooking up the game console when he heard some clinking from the kitchen and then her sweet voice call out to him. "Sweetie, would you like Pepsi or root beer?"

"Pepsi, please."

"Okay, darling." Just as he connected the last wire, the doorbell rang and he picked up the food and paid the delivery man. They both approached the coffee table, him with the food, Danielle with the dishes and drinks.

Over the course of the next few hours they sat close to each other on the couch, enjoying dinner and taking turns beating each other at different games. They also enjoyed the occasional contact of their hands touching or their legs rubbing together slightly. The clock on the wall chimed once at midnight and Danielle knew it was nearly time for bed.

"Midnight, darling. I have a busy day tomorrow so I think it's time we went to bed. I have some extra pillows and a blanket in my closet, why don't you run and get them and I'll clean up the dishes."

Within minutes she was setting up a comfy place on her couch for Jason to sleep in.

"Darling, you might want to consider taking those off," she said, pointing to his pants and sneakers. "You'll be much more comfortable."

"Um, okay."

"I promise not to look," she said, grinning.

Holding up the blanket high enough to block her sight of him, he shucked out of his jeans and sneakers and laid down on the couch. Danielle covered him and tucked him in and ran her hand though his hair.

"Thank you so much for your help, Jason. I'm glad that we have become such good friends."

She held her arms out and he rose enough so that they could enjoy a loving hug. After he laid back down, she leaned in and kissed him warmly on his mouth, gently flicking her tongue against his. Naturally, he responded in kind.

"Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, Danielle," he replied, tasting her sweet lipstick on his mouth.

She walked to her room, turned out the lights and said "I'll leave my door open, sweetie, in case you need me. I know how it can be sleeping in a strange place."

Hours later, after thinking about Danielle in all her beautiful outfits, but especially the gorgeous blue gown that he himself picked out for her, he fell asleep. And when he finally did, he dreamt sweet and sexy things about his new friend that he hoped one day he could get much closer to her than he already was.

* * *

She sat at her desk the next afternoon and sorted through various things like copies of contracts, contact phone numbers, junk and old personal things. She smiled to herself thinking about Jason and how she noticed the sizable tent in the blanket that covered him as she made her way to the kitchen. *Young boys* she chuckled, smiling to herself. She'd made him breakfast and sent him home in a taxi after slipping him a hundred dollars for all his help and giving him another wet, warm kiss on his sweet young lips. She also promised that he could come over and help her set more things up in her apartment as well as hang out and play games on her Playstation.

Her reverie was severely shattered as she heard a gruff voice yell at her. "Who the hell are you?" But before she could answer the question, a look of realization has crossed this man's face. "I don't believe it! How cute you look, sissy! Although it's kinda ballsy for you to come in here like that. Didn't think you'd have company, huh?"

"No, Paul, I didn't."

"Well, well, well," he said, walking around her desk to stand next to her high-backed chair. "I *knew* there was something about you, sissy. The strange way you've been acting lately, the way that I've seen you checking out the guys in this office as well as the male clients that have come in. You make a damn sexy sissy," he said, lewdly rubbing the front of his pants, inches from her face. "Want some of this, sissy? I bet you want to go from sissy to slut, don't you?"

She felt a knot in her stomach and blushed as she looked up to his leering face. When Daniel worked here, he always steered away from Paul, self-proclaimed 'stud of the office'. Not that he had a thing for guys, he was just belligerent and caustic most times. Standing 6-feet-2, he had a large build. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes that gleamed every time he looked at something in a sexual way. But at thirty-six years old, the days of partying had caught up to him a bit. Sure, he had his share of paunch, but it wasn't that bad. And that didn't stem the tide of his sexual appetite, either.

She was still looking into his lust-crazed eyes when the sound of his voice brought her back into reality.

"Don't think you're going to get out of this. You're nothing but a cheap whore who's going to get all her holes filled with hard cock. You should never have come here dressed like that. And don't think you're going to get me in any trouble, I set the security camera when I saw you come in here. All I have to do is call the cops and tell them you broke in. Wouldn't they love *you* in the jailhouse," he said snickering.

He took his jacket off and threw it on her desk. Next, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, dropping them to his ankles. Danielle was met with a close view of his boxers with a sizable tent in them. He hooked his thumbs in the waist and pulled them down, presenting Danielle with a gorgeously cut cock, just about seven inches long. The sight of it made her clit leak in her panties. "Get to it, slut. You know what to do."

As she was facing the desk with Paul standing to her left, she had to further turn her head to get her mouth close to his cock. She felt the heat emanating from it and could smell a faint trace of his manly scent, which sent more ripples of arousal to her clit, and more precum into her panties.

She stuck her tongue out at the fully-erect cock and licked around the head, making him moan, as he felt the heat of her tongue circle his excitement. She slid the tip of her tongue across the tip of the head, drawing a small amount of his precum off his throbbing cock. He looked down and saw a thin thread of his precum connected from his cock to Danielle's tongue, which caused him to throb and send out a few more droplets of his sweet juice. These too, were licked up and savored.

"Yes...you sweet fucking slut. Suck my cock, baby. I wanna cum in your mouth."

She nearly came in her panties. She loved it when her man talked dirty to her. She loved it when he got graphic. Not only did it make her increasingly wet, but she always put more effort into loving her man, although it never felt like a chore when she was with one. She watched him grasp his cock at the base and move closer to her, as his right hand went behind her head and gently brought her closer. She felt the head of his cock slide slowly past her red lips and onto her tongue. She loved the way a hard cock felt in between her lips, the way she could feel the heat coming from within it, bathing her mouth in sexual heat. He pumped his hips slowly, making his cock go in and out of her wet mouth.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you're so fucking good. Oh, I gotta get Frank in here to have some of you." She kept up on his blowjob as she saw out of the corner of his eye that he'd picked up the receiver on her desk and fumbled slightly as he dialed a number. "Hey, Frank, Paul here. How would you like a hot blowjob from a horny slut I just picked up?" He listened to his friend's answer as he felt himself getting closer to spurting in Danielle's mouth. "She's got my cock in her mouth right now and she's about to get a mouthful...uh, God she's great. Yeah, I'm at the office. Half hour? Okay buddy."

She saw him put the receiver down hastily and felt his cock throb in her mouth. His cock was leaking precum but she wanted all his hot, sweet sperm to swallow. She kept the head going back and forth from her lips to the center part of her tongue as he caressed her head as he readied himself to explode. That was something else that made her wet; when her man caressed her head lovingly as she sucked his cock. She also kept the cock in that area of her mouth because she wasn't a deep-throat girl. She wanted to feel the cum spurt from the head onto her tongue and fill her mouth. She liked to swish her man's cum around her mouth as more gushed out, then finally swallowing his hot liquid, emptying her mouth to make room for more.

"You're such a hot cocksucker, you fucking whore," he gasped, grabbing the base of his cock and holding onto the back of her head. "Here it comes. Swallow my cum, you sissy faggot."

She felt him draw in a deep breath and hold it; she felt his cock throb and expand, finally feeling her hot reward spurt from his cock and cover her tongue. As more of his semen gushed from his cock, she swished the cum around her mouth but also drew the tip of her tongue across the sensitive hole, sending electric shocks of pleasure through his cock, making his body spasm. Just as she thought her mouth was close to overfilling, she paused to swallow the sweet nectar that she had come to love. She loved it all over her, she loved it on her lips and tongue and she loved it in her belly. She reached up and stroked him, helping to draw out more sperm into her cum-hungry mouth. Two more mouthfuls of hot sperm and his orgasm began to subside. Moments later, he was semi-soft and she lovingly kissed the head as he backed away to sit in the chair beside her desk. She instinctively licked her lips as she watched him collapse in the chair, all the while her gaze not leaving his satisfied cock.

"You're amazing," he said. "You love cock don't you?"

She looked into his eyes again and couldn't help but blush.

"Well, you're going to get another one in a half-hour. Get up and let me look at you."

She backed her chair away slowly as she noticed him taking his soft cock in his hand and gently stroking it. She was hot, excited, and was tenting the front of her skirt, but she didn't care. She stood up and the tight material of her skirt poked out obscenely, revealing to him her heightened state of arousal. And if he didn't notice her erect clit, then he surely would have seen the wet spot that soaked through her panties, proving to the world what a cock-hungry slut she was.

"You *are* enjoying this," he said, stroking a little life back into his cock. She took a few steps back and forth, turning her body this way and that, showing him just how much of a woman she loved to be. "I have to admit, you have gorgeous legs. And a fine ass, too, as far as I can tell through that skirt. I'll have the pleasure of your ass while you give Frank a blowjob. Now sit."

She sat down again, thinking about her other co-worker. Frank was a nice guy, middle-aged, divorced. He wasn't as rambunctious as Paul, but did go out and have a good time from time to time. Every so often they'd hit a strip bar together and either get a girl each or share one. She crossed her legs sexily and let one of her pumps slip a bit off her foot, his eyes immediately taking in her slender foot and the dangling heel. She loved to show off her sexy legs, feet and toes to men. She knew they loved them as much as she did. Even before 'Danielle' came around, Daniel was hardcore into women's legs and foot and toe fetishism. So having that background, she knew just what to do with her feet and heels to make men drool.

He smiled at her and said, "What do you call yourself?"

"Danielle," she said sweetly.

"Well, Danielle, bet you never thought you'd be in this situation, huh?"

She just looked at him, evading his question on purpose.

A half hour later after small talk about how she became the woman she was, Frank came in the office. Locking the door behind him, he walked up to the desk where Danielle and Paul sat. Paul looked at him over his shoulder, lightly stroking his now fully-erect cock.

"Hey, Buddy, meet Danielle."

"Hi there, Danielle. Where'd you pick her- Wait a minute." He looked closer at the sexy woman sitting behind the desk. Danielle had since refreshed her makeup, especially her lipstick, since giving Paul the blowjob of his life. "Dani- *Daniel*? Is that you? Paul, what's the joke?"

"No joke, Frank. This is for real. She is for real. For now anyway. I caught him, ah, her going through the desk. She'll do everything we say or we turn her over to the cops. We can have our very own whore, free of charge," he said smiling widely. "Get up and walk around for Frank. Show him what you got."

She rose from her chair and presented herself to Frank. Still sporting an erect clit and wet spot on her skirt, she walked around Paul who was shaking his legs out of his pants and briefs. She did the same poses and turns for Frank that she'd done for Paul. She could see his reaction to her as his pants pushed out slowly as she wiggled her ass gently at him. As she walked up to him, she saw Paul push her chair out of her space, standing behind the desk, smiling broadly. She reached down and felt Frank's hardness through his pants. She wasn't sure if Frank was going to enjoy it, but Paul told her what she'd have to do when his friend arrived. She needn't have worried; he was thinking strictly with his cock.

"Come here," Paul commanded.

Danielle gave Frank's cock one last loving squeeze and a kiss on the lips and walked around to where Paul was standing. He moved her to where she was standing directly in front of him, but also directly behind her desk. Seconds later, the sound of a zipper preceded the falling of her skirt to the floor. She stood proudly, hard clit severely tenting her panties, soaked wet with precum, getting more excited by Frank's lustful gaze. Paul's hands then reached under her own to unbutton her jacket. Pulling it off her, he gently dropped it to the floor, returning his hands to unbutton her blouse and caress her tummy and bra-covered breasts. She could not help herself; she moaned like the whore she was as she felt Paul's cock pressing into the crack of her ass through the sheer material of her panties. He pushed her forward and she bent over the desk, supporting herself on her elbows, her face just inches away from the edge of the desk.