Danni lets me plead my case

Danni’s face pales as she looks down at the card. She looks up at me and asks quaveringly, “How did you know?”

“For starters,” I say gently, “Alyssa recorded the message on my business line, but the calls go right to my cell. I knew your voice, I heard your message—and I know how you normally sound, and I know how girls usually sound and what kinds of things they say when they call me. It was just—off, you know? It didn’t sound like you, and it didn’t sound like the other girls who call me. I didn’t know you knew, but I was sure enough to feel I had to risk it.”

“To risk what?” Danni asks; her voice sounds odd.

“To risk your reaction if you hadn’t known,” I tell her, finding the words a little difficult. “To risk—making you hate me.”

Danni looks down, and her hair falls to cover much of her face. I want to brush it away, but I don’t feel brave enough to do it. “Would you really care?” she asks quietly.

“Yes!” I tell her, the passion in my voice surprising both of us. Danni looks back up, her face startled open. Her lips quiver a little. “Look, yes, I’ve been making money eating girls’ pussies. Some of them have wanted more than that. I never had a girl look at me twice in high school, but I seem to be a lot more attractive to a lot of girls once I’ve given them an orgasm or three—or five,” I add reminiscently. I shake myself and come back to the point. “So, yes, I’ve had sex with some of them. None of them have wanted more than that. I haven’t been pursuing more than that. I’ve been pursuing you.”

Danni looks startled to hear me say that, and a little flattered. She looks a little hopeful as I continue, “I haven’t been at all sure about my chances; I know you were nervous about me after hearing Alyssa scream that first afternoon when I ate her pussy. But I’ve been attracted to you from the first moment I saw you—and the more time I’ve spent with you and the better I’ve gotten to know you, the better I’ve wanted to know you—in every sense of the word.”

That may have been a bit too far, because Danni shies away from the implications of my statement. Rather than responding directly, she asks, “How did you end up—doing what you’re doing—as a business?”

“Do you really want to know?” I ask. Danni nods, so I tell her the whole story, going all the way back to that last gathering of friends before college. When I finish, she’s silent for a long time. I sit quietly with her and wait.

Finally, Danni asks, “If you’ve been interested in me all this time, why haven’t you said anything?”

“I didn’t know if you had any interest in me,” I say simply.

Danni snorts. “You’ve been—performing oral sex on all these girls, and sleeping with some of them, and you expect me to believe that?” she says, bitterly and with some heat.

“Danni, none of them have been interested in me so far.” That’s really not exactly true, but none of them have been interested enough to want to go exclusive; and what matters is that none of them were interested in me as a person when they contacted me. Danni starts to argue, but I override her. “Every last one of them has contacted me in response to a business proposition. They’re interested in paying me to provide them a service. They’re very clear from the start about their interest and its limits. If any of them had decided they wanted to date me, it would have been because I’d eaten her pussy. What does any of that have to do with our relationship? How was any of it supposed to give me any insight into how you might feel about me?”

Danni sits quietly and looks thoughtful. After some time, she says, “Well, I guess that leaves just one question, doesn’t it?”

I feel a jolt go through me, and my body goes cold. “What question is that?” I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer.