Danny’s Golden Shower

I know what you’re all thinking: where was the golden shower in the last story? I mentioned briefly in my last Instagram post that I finally broached the pee barrier with someone, and if you’ve been following my work long enough, I bet you guessed that that person was Danny, and you’re right.

Danny called me over, but tried to bargain down my price for the second night. Usually I don’t agree to this sort of thing, but I conceded with the hope that when my alarm went off for me to leave, he would decide to pay me the other half of my normal rate to keep me for an extra hour. He texted me:

Him: Let’s get freaky. Bring your sis

Me: Lol no. Besides, she’s busy with her boyfriend.

Him: Whatever. Hurry.

Me: Okay.

Him: Can we get party?

I didn’t mind that he wanted to do blow. A less erect penis is the ideal level of penis for an outcall. We made a plan for him to drop by my club to pick up a baggie, and I would swing by and get him after he made the purchase. The only problem was how to pick him up without anyone recognizing me. I’m such a fixture at my club at this point that everybody knows my face. The guards, the girls, the bouncers— everyone knows who I am and what car I drive. I told Danny I would meet him at the gas station across the street.

Him: C’mon. Just pick me up!

Me: I can’t have my boss see me! Walk out to the sidewalk by the car wash.

I circled the block, looking for him, and eventually found him in an all black jeans and t-shirt combo with his signature baseball cap. He was smoking a cigarette as he called my phone. I flickered my headlights at him and put on my security blinkers as I pulled over to grab him. He’d already broken into the baggie and was wired. He tried to bring in his cigarette but I wasn’t having it.

Me: Not in my car, sir. Put it out!

Him: But—

Me: No! Now hurry before my boss sees me.

He reluctantly tossed it on the ground and shut his door. He dug into his pocket for the blow and snorted a sizeable bump, then smiled broadly at me.

Him: It’s been so long!

Me: A whole twenty-four hours.

I began driving toward West Hollywood, trying not to get too stressed out over Danny’s incessant chattering. Navigating through Hollywood is stressful enough without having to simultaneously role play.

Him: I did a viagra. It’s only the third time I’ve done one.

He talked about it like he was doing a hard drug.

Him: I don’t think you’ve ever seen me really hard.

Me: Yes I have.

Him: But have you seen me hard, and on coke?

Me: I think so.

Him: I don’t think you have. Even when I’m hard, I’m not usually that hard.

Me: Maybe I haven’t.

Him: Now you’ll get to see coke horny Danny, but this time with a rock hard cock!

He was excited, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Danny has a way with words.

Him: You have to tell me a fantasy, and we can try to do it tonight. I’ll go first. When we get to the hotel, I want you to go over to the bed and bend over while I sit on the couch watching you. Then I want you to take off your jeans and slide them down to your ankles. Then I want you to slide down your panties…

He went on for a while while I wracked my brain trying to come up with a practical fantasy that involved Danny. What I wanted more than anything was to fuck his ass. I wanted to buy a fancy strap-on and penetrate that booty after a reasonable amount of foreplay and proper anal preparation i.e. an enema. But it was already nearly midnight after our little errand and none of the good sex shops were still open. The nearest open location was half an hour’s drive away, and there was no telling whether or not they had any quality strap-on’s because it’s a specialty item.

Him: Now it’s your turn.

Me: I can’t drive and come up with fantasies at the same time. I’ll give you one whenever we get to the hotel.

Him: Okay, okay.

He reached over, trying to drape his arm over me, but it was incredibly awkward and cumbersome. His thick arm forced my back into a weird hunch. I batted him away.

Me: I literally can’t see when you do that.

Him: Sorry!

By the grace of something or other, we made it to the hotel and valeted my car. It was the same parking attendant as the night before. I wondered what he thought, seeing the two of us together. Was it obvious that I was an escort? I didn’t hold onto that thought for too long. I was primarily grateful that I was done driving. Danny didn’t linger in the lobby this time. He pulled me into the elevator and up to the room. I managed to decide upon at least the beginning of my fantasy, although I had my apprehension: it was time to give Danny his golden shower. I was worried that my urine would smell, well, like urine. I hadn’t drank enough water for my pee to smell neutral, and I was on the last day of my period which meant my urine smelled extra fragrantly hormonal. But the nature of a piss fetish is that piss smells like piss. It’s part of the package.

When we got to the room, we began his fantasy. I bent over the bed and followed his slow instructions.

Him: Now grab a towel and pretend like it’s a mini skirt… Now sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs… Imagine that we’re in a restaurant, sitting across the room from each other. We pretend like we don’t know each other, but you’ve texted me pictures of three pairs of panties. You tell me to try and see which pair you have on… You slowly spread your legs, then cross them, and then uncross them again… You reach down to play with yourself under the panties…

I’m trying my darndest to be alluring as I follow his instructions, but I can’t help but feel awkward, and unsure of myself. He asked if he could take a picture of my butt to show me how sexy I am in this moment, and I agreed. He snapped a quick pic and showed me. I see it and can’t imagine anything less arousing than my mediocre bottom from that angle. I suppose, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Him: Now I want you to watch me like I was watching you.

He switched places with me and bent over the bed, naked.

Him: Now come up to me, like you’re fucking my ass.

I grab his haunches and thrust into him. It’s a foreign experience to me, even pretending I’m fucking a man of his size. I’m 5’1” and he towers over me at over 6’. As he’s bent over, I see how his waist tapers in, giving the illusion of an hourglass figure. From behind, his body appears feminine to me. It’s all about angles, I realize. I’m a little worried to press too firmly against his buttocks, because I don’t know how well he’s wiped his ass today. I slowly hump him, and again feel awkward, but it’s important to fake confidence in this kind of situation. Fantasies are fragile and to properly sustain them, you must bravely commit.

Him: Now it’s your turn for your fantasy. Unless you don’t want to. Don’t feel like you have to.

I appreciated him allowing for me not to have to make one, but I was already decided.

Me: I want to pee on you.

Him: Are you sure? You don’t have to.

Me: I know, but I want to.

We went to the bathroom and Danny laid on the ground at my feet. He looked up at me and smiled.

Him: Pee on my dick.

Me: Okay.

I was nervous. It’s intimate. I’ve allowed Danny to watch me pee plenty of times before, but it’s not second nature to me.

Me: I’m a little pee nervous.

Him: It’s okay.

Eventually, I relaxed my bladder muscles and let loose onto his lap. He sighed deeply, enjoying himself. The pee crawled toward the drain, where he had propped himself up on his hands. He was covered in my piss and it was something he wanted. I didn’t understand, but I appreciated that I didn’t have to understand, I could just accept that it was what he wanted. We showered and I rubbed soap on his stomach. I chuckled to myself, thinking about how far we had come since the first time we met.

Him: What?

Me: I was just thinking about when we first met.

Him: What about it?

Me: Just what I thought of you.

Him: What did you think?

Me: I just saw you laying across the couch, clearly the most wasted person in your group. I saw you and thought, he’s not gonna like a girl like me. I was so surprised when you called me over.

Him: What did you like about me?

To be honest, at that moment, I hadn’t liked him. I didn’t dislike him, but he was just another white man at my job that I had to decide whether or not was worth me putting in the effort to hustle him. I had to think of something somewhat positive to contribute.

Me: You seemed like you were fun and I could tell you were up for anything. I appreciated your joie de vivre.

Him: I saw you bouncing around immediately and thought, “She’s cute. I wonder what she’s about.” I asked Nathan who you were, and he told me, “You won’t like her. She’s not crazy like you.” He told me to talk to one of the Russians, so I bought a dance with the redhead, and she was down for anything. I asked if I could pee on her feet, and she let me.

Me: Which room did you do this???

Him: Oh, I don’t remember now.

Me: God.

Him: But I kept seeing you and I was like, “I want to talk to her,” and then you came over, along with that Russian girl. You were so cute with your bouncy hair. The other girl was harsh, but it was okay. Then you turned out to be really fun.

It was almost romantic, looking to the past together from our very different perspectives. For another couple, it’s a “how I met your mother” story. For us it was, a “how I met my favorite escort/client” story. I looked at the clock. It was time for me to make my escape, but Danny stopped me before I could say anything.

Him: This has been so much fun. I’m going to send you more money, and then maybe we could watch tr— what word to you use?

Me: Trans women, or just women.

Him: Girls dick is what you said one time. I like girl dick. Want to watch girl dick porn with me, and then we can look at escorts on Eros?

Me: Sure, but you can’t waste these women’s time just messaging them when you don’t plan to buy anything.

Him: But—

Me: It’s so rude. No!

Him: Fine.

He sent me the money, and I agreed to continue our session. We looked at porn as he tried to jack off, but the coke had gotten to his penis before the viagra had a chance. His penis was entirely flaccid, recessed into his ballsack. I looked at the clock. I had an appointment in the morning and needed to get home by 3 at the latest.

Me: I have to go soon.

Him: Okay. I understand.

He rolled over and his eyelids fluttered closed. He was exhausted too. Since we played the night before, he had only managed to get three hours of sleep, and now it was 2:30 a.m. and he was somehow still awake. I started getting ready to leave. I made sure to stuff all the chocolate bars the hotel had in the suite into my backpack. There was a little canvas bag on the refreshment table that was labeled “for lovers,” and inside was a vibrating cockring, lube, condoms, and a bullet vibrator. I took the vibe and put it in my bag too. Danny doesn’t pay for his hotels. All travel costs go straight to his company. I figured, I might as well enjoy his swag because he’s só inured to receiving these sorts of perks that he hardly touched anything. He was nearly asleep when I was dressed and packed up. I turned off the lights and ambient music playing in the background, pecked him on the cheek and left.