The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... barked, scowling at me, "Now fuck off!"

The negative connotations of prostitution had been an obvious consideration when I rehearsed the conversation in my head and so I was prepared with a response:

"I'm not saying you are" I replied (knowing full well that was entirely what I suggesting). "Prostitutes hang out on street corners and have to sell themselves cause they've got nothing else - they've got no choice. Smart girls get paid to tutor people. Girls that like kids get paid to baby sit. Why shouldn't you be allowed to earn some cash with your gifts, if you wanted to?"

Danielle returned to staring into the distance and took another drag on her cigarette while she assessed my response.

"I wouldn't blow you a kiss for twenty quid mate" Danielle replied, seemingly appeased somewhat by my argument - if not yet convinced.

"I'm open to negotiation - there's plenty more where that came from. I just wanted to show you I was serious." I replied, putting the £20 back into my pocket. I took out the folded piece of paper and held it out towards her.

"Think about it and let me know" I said as cooly as I could manage.

The hand written note was the final of multiple iterations. On the outside folded leaf I had written my home address and the times of the week that I knew I would be there alone. On the inside was a list. I had spent a long time considering exactly what to put on that list and what a fair market rate for such services may be. After some deliberation ...

... I rather over ambitiously arrived at what I hoped she might be willing to do:

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Show me your tits : £20

+ let me feel your tits : £40

+ show me your pussy : £50

+ let me feel your pussy : £70

+ B.J* : £100

* You have to make me cum.

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I'd to-ed and fro-ed over the last one. Was I insane? Would she be offended at the suggestion, especially the asterisked part! In the end I just figured in I was already taking a massive risk, may as well aim for the best pay-off. Anyway, she could just say no.

But would she? That was the question running through my mind as I held out my hand containing the note. After what seemed like an eternity Danielle turned around, took the paper with her free hand and put it straight into her pocket. She was playing it cool too.

I hadn't anticipated her not reading the note right there and then (as people do in movie negotiations, sliding their terms across the board room table rather than verbalising them). This somewhat complicated matters for me. The note was evidence of my propositioning her and I'd rather it didn't to the attention of any adults! While I was confident any accusation from Danielle would be dismissed with a only simple denial from me, the note would be difficult to explain. For reasons I could no longer fathom given the amount of time I'd spent thinking this whole exchange through, I never considered she would keep the note. ...