Night Call with Danny

I trust Danny, to some degree. At least enough to visit him privately. Some of you may be familiar with my Danny stories. He’s my piss fetishist plutocrat with a love for dirty talk. I realized this last session that it has been about a year since we met. He was my first $2,000 night. The first time I’d watched another stripper giving head. She had put a condom on his limp coke dick and blown him, even as he half-heartedly protested because he knew he couldn’t nut. I had appreciated her persistence, and the break her work had given me. Danny had originally picked me, and brought her along for the blow. He had spent most of the session whispering his fantasies into my ear and asking for mine in exchange.

Him: You know what the sexiest part of a woman’s body is?

Me: What?

Him: What’s inside here.

He pointed to my forehead.

Me: I agree.

Fast forward to a year later. Danny lives in New York and only comes down to LA for business. It seems I encounter him quarterly for this and that. This trip he asked me to meet him for drinks after a Lakers game. He sent me pictures of him standing on the court a few yards from LeBron James. He asked where we should meet and I sent a couple of suggestions, dive bars in the area. He told me to meet him at this rooftop bar off of Melrose.

Me: Do I need to be fancy?

Him: No, not at all.

He was already there with a few friends for some post game drinks. He texted me:

Him: Don’t tell them how we know each other.

Me: What should I say?

Him: You’re an aspiring actress and I’m your mentor.

It wasn’t too far from the truth. I am an aspiring actress, as cryptic a title as that may be, however Danny is hardly my mentor. I dressed conservatively, in a black turtleneck and dark purple corduroy pants with a camel peacoat. There was no parking around the bar, so I had to valet. I didn’t want to think about the cost, but I couldn’t help myself as I handed over the keys of my economy car to the attendant. I entered through glass doors to a reception desk. The receptionists greeted me.

R1: Hello ma’am. Do you have a reservation?

Me: I’m meeting a friend upstairs.

R2: Do you know the party’s name?

Me: I’m not sure. It could be under Danny? Maybe Ferguson?

R1: Let me see...

He checked through the list.

R1: I’m not seeing those names. Are they there now?

Me: Yes, he’s waiting for me. If you need me to, I can call him down.

R2: You know what, don’t worry about it ma’am. Go on up.

Me: Thank you.

I hadn’t realized this place would be so exclusive. I took the elevator up to the top floor. The walkway from the elevator was cloaked in a canopy of cascading white flowers. I watched various couples taking pictures of themselves in the selfie-worthy setup while I dialed Danny.

Me: I’m by the front desk.

Him: Where?

Me: Upstairs.

Him: I don’t see you.

Me: By the desk.

Him: What desk?

Me: Dear god.

I finally spotted him leaning against the other side of the desk. I tapped his arm and he scooped me up into a giant bear hug. Danny is over six feet tall with a mountainous protruding gut. I’m 5’1”. He grabs my hand and pulls me over to where he and a handsome young blonde man are sitting.

Him: Selena, Chris. Chris, Selena.

Me: Nice to meet you.

Him: Didn’t I tell you she was gorgeous!

Chris: You certainly did. Pleasure to meet you.

Him: What are you drinking?

Me: I hadn’t really planned on drinking, since I’m driving.

Also, I was taking a blood test the next morning and had been fasting all day.

Chris: C’mon, just one drink! It’s on us.

Him: What are you drinking?

Me: Maybe a mocktail?

Him: A mocktail?

Chris: What’s that?

Me: It’s a cocktail without alcohol in it.

Him: No alcohol? C’mon. What’ll you be drinking?

The bartender had come over at this point and I was tired of the inquisitions.

Me: How about a mojito?

Bartender: Sure. Anything else for you boys?

Him: Old fashioned.

Chris: Make it two.

Danny was wasted. His slurred words came out in a heavily Irish accented mumble. He kept latching onto my hand with his meaty paws, leaning in to stare at me with lusty eyes. Chris, for his part, mostly avoided watching these exchanges. The pupils of his blue eyes were fully dilated. I was glad he was not sober enough to judge the situation.

Chris: So how do you know each other?

Danny and I exchanged a look. I knew Danny was too sloshed to say anything that would not be incriminating, so I took the question.

Me: I’m an aspiring actress and Danny is helping me connect with with right people.

Chris: That’s fantastic. Danny is a great connection to have. He knows all the right people.

Me: This is true. How do you two know each other?

Chris: I’m representing a startup and we are hoping Danny will invest with us.

Me: What kind of startup?

Chris: Think of it like Netflix, but for music. We want to create a streaming service for all kinds of music including concerts and studio sets. We’re calling it “Live Now.”

I thought to myself, did he just describe Spotify? Is he trying to make a knockoff Spotify? Why would Danny invest in something so redundant?

Chris: We think it’s got a lot of potential and we already have several investors, but hopefully Danny will join us.

Danny was pawing at me during the entirety of this exchange. Leaning close, holding out his hand hoping I would take it. I shooed him away. I was thoroughly annoyed. I whispered to him.

Me: Not in public. You are embarrassing me. I thought you wanted to be discreet.

Him: What? I want you.

Me: Look, we can be like that in private, in your hotel room, but while we are out you need to behave.

Him: Let’s go.

Me: Now?

Him: Let’s go.

I exhaled, exasperated. I had had only a few sips of my drink, but I was already feeling it in my half-starved state.

Me: Okay.

Chris was staring off away from us, trying to give us privacy. The restaurant was full of socialites decked out in brand name apparel. I watched a tall blond woman in a deep-V bead fringe jumpsuit jingle past me. I felt very out of place, even if I looked the part of a denizen of luxury leisure, enough to get in without a reservation. I stood up and began collecting my things.

Me: I guess we’re going. It was great meeting you. I wish you success with your project.

I announced to Chris. He stood with me, which signaled to the slumped over Danny that he too should get his ass in gear. I shook Chris’s hand. When I had all my things I addressed Danny.

Me: Ready?

Chris: He’s staying only two blocks away. You could walk it if you need to.

Me: I need to get my car from the valet, so I’ll just drive us.

Chris: It’s the La Pierre. Get this guy home safe!

Me: I will, don’t worry.

The men hugged and I steered Danny toward the exit. He was taking his time, so I walked ahead to avoid being scooped up into another bear hug. He followed me into the elevator and we descended. I hurried past the guards who had let me through earlier, to the valet.

Me: Danny, you need to pay for the valet.

Him: Okay.

He followed me halfway, then tried to sit and take a rest.

Me: You have to come over here to settle this bill. Get up.

He stood, reluctantly. At the valet desk he reached into his front pockets, then his back pockets and finally found his wallet. He dropped it on the ground. I cringed, waiting as he bent over to pick it up. Painfully slowly, he opened the flaps searching for cash. There was none.

Him: I don’t have any money.

Me: They accept credit. Give it to me.

I grabbed his wallet and picked out a card. The attendant ran it.

Attendant: The transaction wouldn’t go through. Do you have any other cards?

I picked a hard metal card this time and thankfully it works. Danny doodled a spiral on the signature line and I grabbed my keys. The car was already outside waiting for us. I pulled away from the restaurant only to pull over a few seconds later to figure out where the fuck we were going. I felt light headed and dizzy. I realized I probably shouldn’t be driving and hoped that like Chris had said, the place would only be a few blocks away.

Me: Where are you staying?

Him: The Laperrr.

Me: Do you have a room key?

Him: Yes.

He pulled out his wallet again, and began gingerly opening each of the compartments. I took over and picked out the key, then entered the address into my GPS. Two minutes away. I sighed in relief. The hotel was around the corner, an extravagant little chateau tucked into a canopy of trees. I handed a valet my keys.

Valet: What’s the room number?

Me: Danny?

Danny: I don’t know.

Valet: Are you looking to rent a room?

Me: He has a room, he just doesn’t remember the number.

Valet: Well, we can figure that out inside!

Me: Great.

The desk assistant searched Danny’s info.

Desk Assistant: You’re in room 405. Do you have a key?

Me: He does.

To me:

Valet: Will you be staying overnight?

Me: No, I won’t be around too late.

Valet: Then I won’t park you in the overnight lot.

Me: Perfect.

I wanted to know what relationship they imagined Danny and I had. Did they think I was his girlfriend? A fling? An escort? A social climber? Trafficked? Adopted daughter? I couldn’t tell and they gave no indication of their thoughts in any direction. I led Danny up to his room where he collapsed onto the bed. The man was not in the best shape.

Him: Come lay down with me.

Me: I need you to pay me before we begin.

Him: Come over here first.

Me: Danny, we can’t begin until I get paid. I need you to take out your phone and cashapp me.

Him: Okay. But you have to take off your clothes first.

Me: Fine. While I’m taking off my clothes, you take out your phone.

I began undressing. I folded my shirt and pants and laid them on the coffee table beside my purse. I had a plum colored bra and panty set on for the occasion.

Me: Do you have it yet?

Him: Yes. Wait... How much am I paying you?

Me: A thousand, like always.

Him: A thousand? I’m not paying a thousand. How about eight hundred?

He stared at me, laying on his belly with glassy fish-like eyes. I was not having it.

Me: You pay me a thousand or I’m leaving. You have already had me go out of my way to meet you, in public, outside of the club. You are going to pay me or I will leave.

Him: Don’t leave.

Me: You need to get your shit together.

Him: Are you mad at me?

Me: Yes. I am angry at you.

Him: Don’t be mad at me.

Me: Then I need you to PayPal, Venmo, Zelle, whatever, me my money. Now.

He wiggled around to pull out his phone and handed it to me.

Him: Here.

Me: Thank you. What cashapp do you use?

Him: I don’t know.

Me: Okay... Where’s your PayPal?

I searched through his phone. He has a million different apps. I find PayPal and when it opens, it tries to automatically login with facial identification. It vibrates as it spots my face. I hold the phone to Danny’s face. He’s lying on his back now beside me, half asleep in a drunken stupor. The keychain list of logins opens, and of course the man has nine different options for PayPal. I try five of them and get locked out for trying too many times. The passwords are all the worst kind of unsecured, like “danny123” and “abcd1234.” I opened Venmo and got locked out again.

Me: Danny, I need you to help me. Do you remember any of your passwords?

Him: Mmmm...

He props himself up and takes the phone, staring at it for a long time. When I glance over at the screen, he’s opened Facebook and doesn’t know what to do. I take the phone again.

Me: Fuck, Danny. This is ridiculous. What banking app do you use?

Him: Are you mad at me?

Me: Yes! But I don’t want to be mad at you! I want to finish this transfer so that we can begin and have a fun time together, but you are not being helpful.

I opened a Capital One account, a Chase account, an AmEx. At this point it’s been thirty minutes. Internally I’ve promised myself this will never happen again. No more meetings outside of the club without payment ahead of time. I need to follow my own advice about requiring a deposit prior. I’m exhausted from not eating all day, and the stress of handling this oversized man child.

Him: Okay. Here.

By some magic, he opens one of his banking apps. I find my number in his contacts and Zelle myself a thousand dollars. The banking app sends him an “are you sure?” message with a confirmation code that I promptly submit to solidify the purchase. In the “payment for” box, I enter “Art.” Finally, we can start.

Me: Okay, great! It went through.

My voice changes back into my sweet, submissive tone I use at work. I smile at him. It’s a pained smile, but he’s too wasted to tell the difference.

Him: Stand over me.

I stand over him. He pulls down his pants. I can smell his dick. It smells like urine.

Him: Sit on me.

Me: I don’t do that.

Him: Why not?

Me: I don’t want to.

Him: All this time together, and we’ve still never had sex. Why not?

Me: I don’t want to.

Him: Touch me.

Me: I don’t do that.

Him: Look at it. Touch it.

Me: Nope. You know I don’t touch. I just talk.

He started touching himself. I was stunned he managed to have an erection at all considering he could hardly stand or speak.

Me: Want me to tell you one of my fantasies?

Him: Go on.

I laid beside him in the white hotel bed. It was nice to relax a bit. My period was a few days away. I could feel the initial cramps creeping up, but of course sex workers aren’t supposed to note these kinds of things, so I kept it to myself. My mind was fuzzy. I was searching for a fantasy, but was coming up blank. I haven’t had many erotic fantasies lately. I don’t know if it’s because my line of work is so fantasy centric; because I’ve lived out most of my fantasies; or if I’d just grown bored with the limited world of porn.

Me: How about I tell you about the time I was in a BDSM polycule?

Him: Yes.

Me: Years ago, I met a man through Tinder. He had invited me to meet him and his partner at a Munch. Do you know what a Munch is?

Him: No.

Me: It’s a vanilla space meetup for kinksters. You meet at a bar or restaurant to find other kinky people to play with later on and discuss community things. Anyway, so I went to a Munch at a bar, and he was there, making out with one of his partners. I would come to find out that they each had approximately seven other lovers each that they played with together and apart. When had gotten to know each other, they invited me to play at their house. They had converted their basement into a play space with spanking benches and suspension equipment. They told me there’s two kinds of pain: sting-y

I scraped my nails against his arm.

Me: and thuddy.

I lightly punched his chest.

Me: They tied me up one night and stuck a hook with a large ball on the end up my ass. I’d never put anything so large in my ass before. It hurt. I started crying. They held me and licked my tears. They loved to see me cry, so I cried freely with them. The girl could orgasm very easily. I would use my fingers and a vibrator and she would come on my hand.

Danny wasn’t really capable of following along tonight, I realized. He was wacking off with great fervor. He grabbed my hand and tried to direct it toward his penis. I pulled it away and pressed my fingertips to his lips. He stuck out his tongue to lick my fingers. His tongue was dry and white, like bleached coral.

Him: Let me eat your pussy.

Me: Nope.

Him: Why not?

Me: I don’t want you to.

Him: But it would be good. You would enjoy it.

Me: Ha. No.

I was actively repulsed by his tongue on my fingers, so rough and crusty.

Me: Let me get you some water. You’re very dehydrated.

I popped up and grabbed a water bottle from the amenities shelf. Beside the water bottles was a bowl of fresh berries and chocolate along with a handwritten note welcoming Danny to the hotel and thanking him for his business. The man has quite a following. I returned to him. He’d gotten soft again so I put my nipple in his face. Problem solved.

Me: How about another fantasy?

Him: Okay. But you have to grab my balls.

Me: No.

Him: You know I love you.

Me: I know.

Him: You say it.

Me: Say what?

He points to his eye, then his chest, then at me.

Me: I love myself.

Him: No.

Me: You love me.

He repeats the gesture slowly. Reluctantly, I parrot what he wants to hear.

Me: I love you.

He kisses my hand.

Him: I luh ya...

He mumbles. I decided the best way to handle him no was to tailor my next fantasy to what I know he likes. Danny likes: 1.) lingerie, 2.) piss, 3.) foreign/nonwhite women, 4.) public sex, 5.) bringing in unexpected parties. He also likes pegging, but I wasn’t feeling like I could throw pegging into the fantasy of the evening.

Me: Okay, so we’re at a lingerie convention, shopping for a bra set for me to wear. We go from booth to booth and you pick out a white lacy number for me. I’m browsing at another rack and I see this cute Asian girl in a little pleated skirt, so short that when she bends down you can see she isn’t wearing panties. She smiles at me. I walk over to her. She places her hand on my lower back. I kiss her. You haven’t noticed because you’re busy shopping. I reach down under her skirt and slide my fingers between her wet lips...

I take my fingers and slide them across his dry cracked lips to illustrate, but Danny isn’t contributing. I’m disappointed overall, because typically he can’t restrain himself from taking over a fantasy. My stories veer from tantalization to “and then you’re fucking me. In the ass. With a big black dildo. And then you piss on me.” But tonight he could hardly slur together a coherent thought. He was repeating the same things over and over, like he had forgotten what he’d said. I go through that entire story, and it’s done almost nothing for him. I decide to switch gears and try with more visuals.

Me: How about this one: we’re at the rooftop bar, at a table. The table has a long tablecloth. When nobody’s looking, I slip under the table and unzip your pants. You’re sitting with your business partners, discussing a deal, trying not to show what’s going on beneath the table cloth.

This one is working. His breathing speeds and and he squeezes his eyes shut.

Me: I take out your dick and start blowing you. One of the waitresses notices and slips under the table with me. She starts fingering me. I’m so aroused I can’t hold it back and I start pissing on her. A pool forms below us. She’s so aroused by it she offers me her pussy. With my mouth I’m sucking you off, with my hands I’m penetrating her.

He comes on his stomach and falls asleep immediately. I grab a hand towel from the bathroom and lay in on his belly, then get dressed. I’d planned to end the session in ten minutes regardless, but this made my job easier. I fixed my hair in the mirror. I wasn’t too worse for wear. I checked that I had all my belongings in order, my valet receipt in hand. I walked over to Danny, and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

Me: Goodbye.

He woke briefly.

Him: Stay.

Me: No.

Him: I love you.

Me: I’ll see you.

Him: Maybe tomorrow night.

Me: Maybe.

And I left.