"Will you eat me?"

Danni smirks. “How are we supposed to know if I’m interested in you if you haven’t—eaten—my pussy?” she asks, fighting herself a little to say it that way.

I let out a huge breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding; I feel about twenty pounds lighter. “OK,” I say, sounding almost as giddy as I actually am. “But one condition.”

Danni looks surprised and a little apprehensive as she asks, “What?”

“I won’t eat you for money,” I say firmly. “I’ll only do it for free.” She looks startled at that, but I continue. “I don’t want a business relationship with you, I only want a real one. When I’m eating a client’s pussy, I have to be good with it when she wants nothing more from me and gives me nothing back but money. I can’t do that with you. I don’t want your money, I want you. It’s too much for me to ask you to give me your heart—I know that doesn’t happen all at once—but I want you to give me a chance. I want you to let me eat your pussy for me as well as for you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Danni asks, puzzlement and curiosity plain in her voice.

“Well, if I eat your pussy, the only thing that matters is to please you, and I admit that’s also true with a client,” I say. “The difference is the reason. For a client, it’s because she paid me to provide a service. Some of them have gotten to be friends of a sort, so there’s a certain amount of affection involved, but the root of it is, it’s my job to give them what they paid for. I’m doing it only for them, whatever pleasure I may get from the act myself, and—more importantly—they are only letting me do it for their own sake. The only thing they’re committing to me is money. None of them have offered any more of a commitment than that. I want more from you. I want to eat your pussy because you’re giving yourself to me, at least a little.”

Danni looks deep into my eyes, her face serious. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but apparently she finds it, because she says, “Good.” Then she blinks, because I can’t help smiling hugely in relief and delight. “What happens next?” she asks.