Ch2 is Danny/Original Female Character

-2-

By the time Thursday night rolled around, Danny had been sent the files on two potential customers, and he'd picked the most interesting candidate - an Italian politician in her mid-thirties, just a year or so older than him. Her printed notes showed all of her details and preferences, and the second hand-written sheet provided told him she liked it rough, tied up and spanked if possible, and the blonde didn't mind a little bit of dominating here and there.

He visited Top Class in the early afternoon to collect his invitation to tonight's event, and his copy of the hotel room key which had already been purchased by the company.

The Agency would always arrange for a hotel for their client - it was standard practice and all part of the escort service, and was not specifically meant to be used by the client and their employee after hours. As a company, they were only concerned with the legal part of escorting, and not anything that might happen after the contracted hours they wrote up in their paperwork. They were fully aware that a lot of their escorts would provide extra services for a fee, but that was the part that the business washed its hands of. It was allowed and swept under the rug because they were aware that the sex trade boosted satisfaction, and ensured repeat customers and recommendations.

He went to the Kahala to leave his supplies there in advance of the evening. Condoms and lube, a couple of lengths of short bondage rope, a vibrator, and some padded leather cuffs. Depending on what this lady wanted, he could bring the toys out as required or leave them in the drawer.

After that, Danny went home to select an outfit for the party. A diplomatic event called for class and elegance, so he went for a black Gucci suit, understated white shirt and a black silk tie, but the blue cufflinks and tie pin highlighted his ice blue eyes.

He shaved down to a thin layer of stubble, styled his hair back in his usual carefully constructed way, and splashed some spicy cologne from his collection on himself as per the notes on his client's preferences. He also briefly looked up a few Italian words and committed them to memory; he liked to think he provided a full range of services to put his clients at ease.

As the clock turned 7pm, he was pulling his silver Camaro up outside the party and handing his keys over to the valet. He was due to meet the customer inside, and she had paid for the Boyfriend Experience, so he put on the act and was all smiles and false affection as he entered the building, handed over his invitation, and spotted her across the hall with some other guests.

"Ophelia, mi amore, I'm so sorry I'm late," he smiled as he slipped his arm around her waist, nodding briefly at her companions. She turned, a little surprised, but hid it well.

"Ah Daniel, darling, I'm so glad you're here!" Her accent was heavenly, and she was a little taller than the Jersey man, with chocolate brown eyes and long dark hair which flowed freely around her shoulders. The small lines on her face, at her mouth and the corners of her eyes, only served to soften her appearance and make her look distinguished. She was slim, with curvy hips, and wore black stilettos and a calf-length black dress with just the right amount of cleavage for a party like this. Classy and beautiful, this was going to be an easy job for Danny.

He brought her down for a quick kiss on the lips, which was only a little awkward. Normally he liked to meet with his client an hour or so before the event to get to know them and help them relax, but her flight had been late so they had been forced to have their first encounter in front of an audience.

"Shall I get you a drink?" He asked politely, still holding her close.

"Si, I would like that. Red wine, thank you," she nodded gratefully. He knew a little something would put her at ease, and playing the ever-attentive boyfriend would help as well.

"I'll be back," he pecked her on the cheek and was gone, knowing he would be introduced properly upon his return.

It was a free bar, it always was when Danny couldn't take advantage of it. His policy was to have one alcoholic drink, usually at the start of the night, to help blend, relax and mingle. Then it was water for the rest of the night, disguised to look like a gin and tonic with a slice of lime and ice. He needed to be top of his game for later on in the evening, and he also would be driving tonight so better safe than sorry.

As he turned from the bar with the wine for Ophelia and his one real g and t of the night, he spotted Chin across the room. Their eyes met and he gave him a wink, and the native man smiled back. His date was a male diplomat, and Danny would guess he was from somewhere around the the Sweden or Norway region based on his classic pale blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

Danny moved to head back to his date, when he collided with a tall, dark-haired man and almost spilled the drinks down himself. Quick reactions saved him.

"Sorry," the other man murmured, and Danny looked up at him.

"Entirely my... uh, my fault," he stammered, because holy fuck this guy was gorgeous.

Tall, dark and handsome didn't quite cover it. Deep hazel eyes stared back at him from under thick, impossibly long lashes, and a layer of stubble graced his strong jaw line like it was clinging to the smooth lines for dear life. Short brown hair cropped in an almost military fashion, a navy blue open-collared shirt and a sharp black suit which covered shoulders that looked like they could take on an army completed the look.

Jesus Christ, he could take this guy to an art gallery and have him up against a wall any day of the week, because this was a masterpiece if he'd ever seen one...

"Are you okay?" The living sculpture gave him a funny look and he realised he'd been staring. The taller man placed a hand on his elbow and Danny felt a zip of electricity up his arm at the contact.

"I uh, yeah, sorry. Thanks." Danny gave him a small smile and moved away as quickly as possible through the crowd, wondering where in the hell his usual suave and sophisticated moves had gone. But he was on a date tonight anyway, so he couldn't have done anything about it, even if he had been entirely compus mentus.

As he glanced back, he was pretty sure he caught the other guy watching after him, though he looked away quickly. It looked like he was with a young blonde woman, anyway. Hot damn, now there was a missed opportunity...

He arrived back at Ophelia's side and tried to put the brunette man out of his mind so he could concentrate on his client, but he found it unusually difficult to compartmentalise. He'd been taken by surprise, and his mind was reeling. He took a second to mentally chastise himself and get back in the game, and within seconds he was being introduced to the other guests surrounding his customer as her boyfriend of just over a year, feeding them a standard short story about meeting her in a café when he visited Florence, and he was focused once more and all about Ophelia.

Over the course of the evening, the Italian woman began to relax more and more into her date, and by 10pm she was laughing and joking with him like they'd known each other for a lot longer than just three hours. It was one of Danny's talents, finding things within clients to relate to and make them feel at ease. He discovered she was separated from her husband, and had two children at home in Italy. Without giving away too many personal details, he told her about his divorce and that he had an eight year old daughter, and they bonded over being parents.

As the party wound down, they danced to some of the slow songs on the dance floor, and he treated her the way a man might in a year old relationship - tender kisses and wandering hands, always tentative at first, testing the waters just in case it made her uncomfortable, but with renewed vigour when there was no complaint. He'd already whispered to her that, if and any point she wanted him to stop or do something differently, just to let him know.

He saw Chin a couple more times across the room, getting friendly with his own client, and caught another stolen glance of the tall brunette while he was at the bar. When it approached midnight, Ophelia was putty in his hands and ready to go to the hotel. His contract was six hours according to Top Class, but as far as he and the client was concerned it was twelve.

He led her out to the front of the building, and his car was brought around to them.

Ophelia gasped. "Oh, look at this! It is gorgeous, Daniel!" She stroked the hood of the Camaro as he opened the passenger side door for her.

"Only the best transport for the most beautiful of women," he gave her that liquid gold smile. Sometimes the cheesiest of lines worked the best.

The Italian woman smiled slyly at him and visibly melted a little. It was definitely a good line. Before he helped her into the low car, he leaned in to give her a kiss, and when she sighed and let out a tiny whimpering noise he let it deepen, pulling her body against his and letting her feel his arousal.

The five minute journey to the hotel was filled with long lust-filled looks and Danny's hand brushing up her thigh to keep her interest peaked.

His car keys were taken by the valet staff at the Kahala, and they were barely in the elevator before Danny was pressing her to the wall and kissing up her neck. He lavished her throat and shoulders with attention while his hands kneaded her hips and buttocks, and her hands hesitantly drifted under his suit jacket as if she wasn't sure if she were allowed to touch.

Danny liked it when clients didn't think they were just outright entitled to his body, regardless of the fact they were paying him. It was courteous and kind, and it made him like Ophelia all the more. He took hold of her wrists, teeth still nipping softly over her pulse point, and brought her hands down to feel his erection through his pants.

"I'm all yours tonight, babe," he whispered hoarsely and began to kiss her neck and collarbone again, "No need to be cautious..."

She moaned and slid her hands around to cup his ass and pull him in to grind against her. "Oh god, Daniel..."

The elevator finally arrived at the right floor, and Danny led her to the room. She had her own copy of the key card but, ever the gentleman, he had his ready and opened the door for his date.

When they were inside, he guided her to the bed and stood in front of her, running his fingers delicately up her arms. He had to get the business part out of the way, but made eye contact and kept his voice low and sultry so as not to ruin the mood.

"Okay, ground rules. Condoms only, I'll do pretty much whatever you want me to do, but I have the right to say no. If you want me to stop, or do something different, or leave at any point, don't be afraid to let me know. That all okay?"

She nodded and swallowed hard, soft painted lips parted as she ran her gaze down his body, a little unsure of where to take things. Danny was used to this, and he knew how to guide his customers and bring out their innermost desires.

"What do you want me to do, babe? You want me to undress? Do you want me to undress you?"

Ophelia sighed. "Si, I would like for you to uh... to undress me, slowly... and then for you to remove your clothes also..."

He smiled again and pulled her down into a kiss before slipping his hand down her neck to take the zip of her dress between his fingers, carefully easing it down her back. The fingers of his other hand followed the movement, caressing her spine as the skin was revealed and making her shiver and moan against his lips with anticipation.

He slid the straps from her shoulders, letting her dress fall to the floor, and investigated her body with his hands. Her bra came off next, expertly unhooked, and then she was left in just her panties.

He broke the kiss to step back and gaze upon her. He liked to do this with clients, to show them how attractive he found them and boost their confidence. It wasn't always true of course, he knew how to fake lust if need be, but there was no need tonight. This woman was beautiful, and he could see she was completely bare underneath her thin black lace underwear. He licked his lips and met her eyes.

"You're gorgeous, Ophelia. I can't wait to do everything to your body that you want me to, I want to make you feel good..."

She gazed at him under heavy lashes and swept her hair back from her shoulders, still a little nervous but beginning to let her desire override her fear.

"I want to see you..." she murmured.

He'd got the speed down to a fine art over the years; slow enough to give a show as he stripped, but quick enough to keep the client from going hungry. He pocketed the cufflinks and tie pin, and took off his jacket first, slid the tie from around his neck and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He let the white fabric hang open as he removed his shoes and socks, and then his pants. A lot of clients liked the half-dressed look, and if he began to tend to them again before he'd fully stripped then it made it look like he couldn't wait to get back onto their needs, which in turn made them feel more special.

So still in his boxers and open shirt, he placed his hands on her hips and nudged her back to sit on the double bed. Then he bent to kiss each of her breasts, and knelt in front of her, strong and gentle hands lifting each leg in turn to so he could kiss down from her knee to her foot, where he removed her black stiletto carefully. Then he did the same with the other leg, and began to kiss back up, reaching the inside of her thigh and letting his stubble graze the sensitive skin ever so slightly.

Ophelia leaned back on her hands and sighed, watching him intently as he worked his way towards his goal. His fingers hooked into the band of her panties, and she lifted up enough for him to slide them off and down her legs to drop them to one side.

"Lie back," he breathed against her thigh and she complied with a breathy groan.

She was hairless down below, not that Danny minded either way, but it tended to make his job a little easier. He trailed his tongue up the split of her lips so delicately the touch was barely there. The wanton sounds it tore from her throat told him he was doing exactly what she needed, and he looped his arms under her thighs and pulled her to the very edge of the bed, holding her legs a little further apart and pushing his tongue a little deeper into her sex.

She gasped and thrust her hips against him, and he licked up until he met her clit, sealing his lips over it and sucking gentle.

"Oh Daniel, così buono!"

Danny knew enough basic Italian to be encouraged at that reaction, and the blonde began to lick and suck and nibble until Ophelia was squirming under his grasp, hands fisting the sheets. He moaned into her sensitive flesh, sending vibrations through her, occasionally dipping his tongue inside her and tasting her wet heat. When he sucked at her nerve centre again and growled a little, her orgasm seemed to catch her by surprise as she bucked into him and cried out wordlessly.

He licked at her and eased her through the waves of pleasure, before kissing at her thighs while her breathing slowed. Then he stood and finally removed his shirt and boxers.

"What would you like me to do for you?"

Ophelia looked up at him from the bed with dark eyes. "I want... I want you to treat me wrong, Daniel. I want a dangerous boy..."

"How rough?" he asked, careful to make sure she got just what she needed.

"How do you Americans like to say it? Go hard or go home?" She giggled and stretched out on the sheets, closing her eyes and waiting for him.

Danny crawled onto the bed over her, mouthing his way up her stomach, swirling his tongue around her peaked nipples and biting gently on the sensitive flesh. She arched her spine and moaned, and he ran his hands up her sides and under her back to lift her and pull her fully onto the bed under him. He bit at her neck and made his way to her ear, and when he drew the lobe into his mouth Ophelia let out a deep sigh of bliss.

He swung his knee over her so he was kneeling on one side of her body, and then he grasped her hip and flipped her onto her front. His teeth blazed a burning trailed down her back and she writhed under him as he pulled more lascivious noises from her.

Danny straddled her thighs and let his thick, hard cock rest in the cleft of her ass, bending down to ball her hair in his hand and tug her head to one side.

"You want me to fuck you, huh? You want it hard?" His voice had that edge of menace now, and she quivered below him and licked her lips.

"I've been a bad girl. I deserve spanking..."

He grinned and leaned back again, squeezing her ass cheek and massaging the muscle to relax it before bringing his hand down against the supple flesh. She jumped and moaned, and he gasped a little as he felt the force of the strike travel into his cock where it lay on her. He repeated the action with the other cheek, and then again with the first.

He reached over to pull open the drawer where he had left the supplies, pulled out a condom which he deftly rolled onto himself, and then went straight for the cuffs.

"You want me to tie you up?" He let his hot breath skitter over her skin as he dangled the leather in front of her face, "You want me to restrain you and fuck you hard?"

"Oh god, yes..." Ophelia pressed her ass up into him and Danny bit her shoulder lightly before climbing off her.

"Get on your knees, up against the headboard. You need to be taught a lesson..." he growled at her, watching the goosebumps form on her skin and relishing the effect he could have on clients when they let themselves go and he really threw himself into the role.

The politician crawled to the head of the bed, planting her knees wide in the pillows, and he knelt behind her with his own knees keeping her legs apart. He gripped her wrists and twisted them behind her back, securing them in the cuffs and tugging on them before pulling her head back by her hair again.

"I'm gonna make you scream. You've been misbehaving, Ophelia, you need to be shown how to follow orders..."

Then he let go of the cuffs and spanked her again, mouthing over her shoulders roughly as she twisted in his grasp and drew in a sharp breath.

He grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it between her body and the headboard, not wanting to hurt her too much despite what she may have asked for, and then pushed her forward into it as he traced his fingers up her inner thigh.

"Do you want my cock in you, bella? Do you want me to take you hard and fast?"

"Mmm si Daniel, fuck me..." she whined and thrust back against him, and he shoved her hard into the pillow.

"Behave yourself... I'm gonna fuck you hard, but I'm gonna take my sweet time about it, and you're gonna love every second... you got me?" He sucked her earlobe into his mouth again and made her groan.

"Si..." she submitted breathlessly to him.

He released her hair, dropping it forward over her shoulder to give him clear access to her back, and the hand between her legs moved to slide two fingers up into her pussy outrageously slowly. God she felt good, so wet for him after his earlier treatment and his dirty words, and once he had his digits knuckle deep in her he withdrew again, thrusting back in and penetrating her over and over.

She gasped and moaned, pushing back against him, desperate for more, and he removed his fingers, lined up his cock and pushed into her.

Ophelia cried out as he filled her part way, her spine bowing, and he gave her a moment before he pressed forward and gave her his full length more carefully.

She began reeling off something in Italian, which Danny could only guess were probably curse words, and then he pulled on the cuffs to give him leverage as he slid out to fuck back into her again. He built a fast rhythm and slammed her into the wall, driven on by the carnal noises that came from her chest.

She cried out as he drove into her. "Faster, Danny! Harder! "

His mind flitted back to the man he had seen at the party, the one who who caught his eye and thrown him off his game, even for just a moment. He imagined he was fucking him instead, not that Ophelia wasn't attractive enough, but Danny had been thinking about that guy all evening and he couldn't resist letting his fantasy take flight.

He slowed his pace, keeping the forcefulness and control, snapping up into her mercilessly with a sharp jolt of his hips before drawing out slowly to repeat his actions, keeping her on the edge. One hand travelled around her body to play with her nipples, pinching and kneading at her full breasts while he bit over her shoulders and nipped at her earlobe. Then that hand brushed down over her stomach, fingers going in between her legs, and he teased at her clit with the ghost of a touch while he steadily increased his pace.

"Oh Daniel..." she sighed and gasped, pushing her forehead against the wall.

"Beg me. Beg me to make you come, Ophelia..." he growled in her ear.

She made a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan. "Please, please Daniel. Fuck me until I come... per favour!"

His attack on the woman's body became more brutal, and she drove back against the assault as he pummeled her into the cushioning in front of her.

He spanked her again with the hand that had been holding the cuffs before grasping them again.

His fingers began to massage more firmly on her sensitive mound, working in circles as her arousal became too much for her. His onslaught took her over the edge, and she shouted his name and her body tensed around him as he thrust into her until she was spent.

Danny let her come down from her high, kissing her back and slowing to a stop between her legs, before unlinking the chain on the cuffs and pulling out, throwing her down to the bed on her back. Then he was over her again, assailing her breasts with licks and nips, hooking his elbows under her knees and pushing his cock into her pussy again.

He let the beast in him come out, all the time thinking about how amazing it would have been to take that brunette from the party and treat him like this, sink his cock into that fine ass and have his way. He could feel his own orgasm building at the base of his spine, and he pounded into the woman harder and faster.

Ophelia was undulating beneath him, fingernails clawing at his abs as she was brought to yet another loud climax, and he finally let himself go.

Euphoria rolled through his body in waves as he pulsed inside her and filled the condom, dropping forward and tucking his face into her neck while he swam through the orgasmic haze back to reality.

Danny pulled out of the Italian woman where she lay in a daze, disposed of the condom, and lay down beside her to draw her body close to his.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, pressing down the length of his body, "that was stupefacente..."

Danny laughed. "I take it that's good?"

"Si Daniel, very very good..."

When she had enough energy to move, they climbed into the bed properly after Danny retrieved his phone, and Danny tucked them both under the covers, removing the leather from around her wrists and dropping the separated cuffs into the drawer again.

Ophelia sank into a satisfied sleep with her head on Danny's chest, and he set his alarm on his cell before putting it on the beside table and letting himself drift off.

He awoke later in the night, having dreamed about intense hazel eyes and the solid muscled wall of a body he had collided with, and his erection ached for attention. He decided to treat Ophelia to another orgasm, waking her gently with kissed to her throat and shoulders, and she surprised him by climbing on top of him and opening the drawer herself for a condom. She discovered the vibrator and looked at him curiously.

"What was this going to be for?" she purred, running her fingers over the smooth shaft.

"Whatever you want," he grinned, hands massaging her breasts and tickling over her stomach.

She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "I may have one idea..."

Minutes later, she was riding his cock to their completion while the toy was lodged in Danny's ass, vibrations travelling through both of them and stimulating his prostate until he saw stars.

Man did he love this job...