TOUCHING ANGEL'S DESIRES

 Chapter 1

TOUCHING ANGEL’S DESIRES

Holly J. Gill

Nikki Blaise

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Angel stabbed her code into the pad next to the intercom. She sailed through the foyer, not noticing the pictures on the walls or the tasteful décor.

Bailey and Shannon were working reception tonight.

“Good evening, girls,” she said to them, keeping her voice low as Bailey was talking on the phone.

“Good evening, Angel,” Shannon replied. Bailey caught her eye and acknowledged her greeting.

“Any issues I need to be aware of?” she continued to Shannon in the same low tone.

“Nothing major. I’ve forwarded a couple of emails to you that need your personal attention, but nothing else,” Shannon replied.

Angel nodded once and headed to her office. She needed to get her work head on. The day had been spent shopping. Well, she had planned on spending the day shopping, but in the end had come home empty-handed. Nothing had captured her eye with that “I want that” feeling to it.

Angel entered her office then walked through to the adjoining flat. She had lived at Desires for the last four years since taking over the business from her mother, who offered it to her when she was no longer able to work. Angel accepted the role, not without a little trepidation, but determined she would do her best. Now, Desires was her life. She loved the managerial role, ordering people about, giving commands. Angel gave her all to Desires, and expected her employees to also, accepting no excuses for slack or shoddy work.

Angel loved Desires, loved what it offered to people whose sexual tastes were on the outside of the accepted norm. It was a place where anyone’s sexual fantasies could be lived out, where people could experiment in a safe environment, knowing that they wouldn’t be judged or made to feel bad for what they wanted. Provided it was consensual, anything went.

Angel was careful to ensure that the clients got the best for their money, whether they were regulars or not. Given the not inexpensive rates Angel charged for the club’s services, satisfaction was vital. Keeping the customer happy was paramount—Angel wanted them to enjoy their experiences. And if they enjoyed themselves, the customer would come back time and time again. Complaints were not accepted. Angel expected perfection. Sometimes a customer would be unhappy with the entire ethos behind Desires. In those cases, there was no hope. There were always a few who came out of curiosity and were shocked at what they found. That couldn’t be helped. Her mother once said that those kinds of people would probably go to see a horror movie and then complain because it was scary.

She made her way to her bedroom, pulling off the comfortable jogging pants and top she had worn to go shopping. She pulled out a pinstriped skirt suit from her wardrobe and laid it out on the bed. She pinned up her long dark hair high on top of her head and sat at the dressing table naked, cleaning the day’s neutral makeup off her face and applying the evening face. Once finished, she put on her underwear, all black, complete with a suspender belt and stockings. She thought for a second, then removed the thong, dropping it on the bed. It never hurt to be ready for action. She pulled on the pencil skirt and decided to forgo a blouse tonight. The jacket fastened just high enough to cover her push-up bra, but low enough to reveal a very impressive cleavage.

She dug out a pair of tall black platform heels and put them on, then stood in front of her full-length mirror, liking what she saw. She gazed at her chest and pushed her boobs together. She knew she was sexy and it felt good. Who would be playing with these babies tonight? She began to caress herself, liking the softness.

She let down her hair and brushed it into a shimmering sheet, then pulled back the top section and clipped it back out of her face. She picked up the severe black fashion glasses that she affected for a more executive look and put them on. She rolled her tongue over her luscious red lips, checking her figure in the mirror again. She turned around to admire her rear—her bottom looked perked and sexy. She turned back around, and gazed at her cleavage again. She picked up a chunky pendant and hung it around her neck. It settled just where the swell of her breasts began, drawing the eye downward, making sure no one missed the fact that she had fabulous breasts. She nodded with satisfaction and made her way back to her office.

She sat at her large oak desk, feeling swallowed in the leather swirl chair. She switched on the laptop and stared around the familiar room while she waited for it to load.

Angel glanced at her bookshelves to her right. When she’d first started running the club, she had gone out and bought every book she could find on sex, from basic anatomy to the most bizarre fetishes. She wanted to make sure Desires would be able to meet any customer’s expectations. Even though she’d considered herself fairly open-minded, there were some fetishes out there even she’d never heard of. They had to draw the line at anything illegal, but if it was legal, she was determined to make sure that Desires could accommodate any request. The erotica figurines that accompanied the books on the shelves were her own collection, indicating her personality, gothic and sexy.

The laptop was still loading. Maybe it was time the club bought a new one. Angel tapped her nails on the desk. Instead of waiting to check the bookings and mails, she decided to head back to reception. That was where the heart of the building was, where she could see what was happening, see if she had missed anything before heading out earlier.

She tiptoed back down the corridor, approaching the girls from behind. Although Bailey and Shannon were pretty reliable, sometimes she liked to watch them without them knowing, just to make sure they were on the job.

Shannon was talking on the phone and Bailey was on the computer. Angel could see the booking software on the screen. All was well. She tiptoed a few metres back in the direction of her office, then walked normally back to reception, her footsteps sounding sharply on the ancient wooden flooring.

“Anything happening?” Angel asked, leaning on her elbows on the raised desk.

“No, not really, just a few more bookings,” Bailey answered.

“Lovely, anything for me to take care of?”

Shannon finished on the phone and replaced the receiver. “We do actually have an interesting woman coming in later. Stacie Clifford, it’s her first time here. She’s looking for a confidence boost. She emailed earlier in the week and we sent her all the relevant information. She has emailed back and would like to give us a try.”

“What time is she due?”

“About seven thirty.”

“What information do we have on her?”

Shannon brought up the email. “She says she was in a violent marriage, and since she left her husband, she hasn’t been interested in sex. Now she’s decided she needs some help rediscovering herself.”

“Sounds like she needs a few lessons.”

“That was what I thought,” Shannon said. The phone rang and she answered it, making an apologetic face at Angel.

Angel waved it away. There was certainly no apology needed for doing her job. She turned to Bailey. “Is Dan in the building?”

“No, not that I am aware of—he hasn’t signed in yet,” Bailey replied.

“Can you text me when he does?”

“Of course.”

Angel decided to wander the building and check all the rooms were being well prepared for tonight’s activities.

She walked through the double doors into the soul of the establishment. Angel wandered down the corridor, checking in each room. Friday and Saturday nights were always the busiest nights—singles chilling and relaxing after a week of work, couples leaving their kids with babysitters while they indulged themselves. Angel enjoyed seeing people satisfied and getting exactly what they needed—pleasure and excitement. The name of the club said it all—Desires. A name that stood by itself and told its own story, and if only the walls could talk…the tales they would tell!

Angel headed to the show room. The pole was up and the tables and chairs arranged. The showgirl, Jasmine, appeared, bronzed and naked but for a tiny jewelled thong and jewelled nipple covers. Angel gave her a few pointers for the evening, not that this girl needed any advice. She always gave an amazing performance. She was fabulously sexy and also a talented dancer. She’d also been sacked from her last dance club for repeatedly flouting the ‘no touching’ rule, which made her perfect for Desires, where touching was practically compulsory. She began to warm up, her breasts swinging as she did her stretches.

Her workers were brilliant, only a few had ever given her problems, Angel reflected as she moved back out into the corridor. The majority of the employees worked an ordinary job during the week, their extra work at Desires being a very lucrative sideline. Some worked evenings and others just the weekends, depending on when they were available. They all enjoyed their work and got paid very well. Her staff ranged from barely eighteen, to her eldest at sixty-five. Her clients were similarly wide-ranging.

She went downstairs to the dungeons where the instruments were being cleaned and polished. The bed with its shackles and a neck brace attached, the stool spanker, the punishment bench, a cast iron cage hanging from the ceiling, a sex swing, restraints attached all over the bricked walls—they all needed to be cleaned after every session. There was nothing more off-putting than coming across the residue of someone else’s activities. The normally dim lights were turned up bright so the cleaners could see what they were doing. The room looked different. The usual flickering candle-effect lighting gave a glum, dark, cold feel, creating a medieval atmosphere which was more suitable to accompany pain or torture. The far wall was adorned with bondage equipment, whips, paddles, handcuffs, chastity belts for him and her, and ropes in all different colours.

Angel walked over to the cabinet which contained the dildos, nipple accessories, gags, chains, feathers and bondage clothing including masks. She ran her finger over the topmost glass shelf. Angel turned to look at the watching cleaners before staring at her finger. It was immaculate. Angel gazed at the girls, seeing them staring anxiously waiting her verdict.

“Has everything been sterilized?” she snapped.

“Yes, Angel,” the younger one replied.

Angel felt perfectly happy with the cleanliness of the room. She smiled at them, pleased. The girls looked relieved and breathed. She continued through the room into the adjoining cell. The tiny cold room was dirty and disgusting…perfect.

Angel left the girls to continue their work. She headed back upstairs to the orgy room. The giant inflatable mattress was back in place, having been quickly repaired today after one girl ignored the ‘no shoes’ rule and punctured it with her high heel last night. Soft music piped through the speakers. The girls were busy laying down red sheets on the mattress and scattering the cushions. Angel narrowed her eyes when she saw a large stain on one of the laid sheets.

“What is this?” Angel yelled. One of the girls raced over to Angel as she stood pointing down at the offending sheet in disgust. “Get it changed immediately, and make sure I never see anything like that again,” Angel commanded the girl. The girl gathered up the sheet and bundled it up, scurrying away out of the door. Angel continued checking the room with a sharper eye this time. Nothing like that was to be accepted. She lifted up every cushion and found another stain on another sheet in a corner. “What the hell is going on in here? Come here,” she said to the other girl. The girl, white-faced, was traipsing over with her arms still full of sheets when Angel’s phone vibrated. She pulled it out. It was a text from Shannon informing her that Dan had entered the building. The first girl came back with a clean sheet in her arms. Angel beckoned her over and stood staring down at them.

“This is not acceptable!” she said. “You can’t cut corners. All the sheets need to be washed every single day. You can’t just hide stains under cushions and hope they won’t be noticed. It’s unhygienic. If I find anything like this again, you’ll be finding another job, is that understood?” The girls lowered their heads in shame. “I am going to be back later to check this room, is that understood?” They both nodded in reply, their heads bobbing nervously.

Angel stalked out and rushed down the corridor. She arrived back to the double doors and stopped for a second to catch her breath. She inhaled deeply several times to calm her heartbeat, then opened the doors and entered the reception area. Her stomach lurched when she saw Dan standing at the desk chatting to Shannon and Bailey.

“Dan,” she said in greeting, affecting a surprised tone of voice. It would never do to let him know how keen she was to see him. A smile stretched her face and she made her way toward him.

She watched him turn his head around to look in her direction. “Hi,” he said with a smile. “How is everything?”

“Good,” she replied. “Could I see you in my office for a few minutes?”

Dan did not reply, but followed her down the corridor toward her office.

They arrived at the door of her office. Angel turned to look at him as she opened the door. His face was as calm and passive as ever. Not for the first time she wondered how he really felt. He never gave anything away, kept his heart close. She opened the door and went in. Dan followed her and closed the door behind them. Angel watched Dan take a seat on the leather sofa. He sank back, placing his right foot onto his left knee. She let her eyes wander over his tight body, dressed in black jeans and an open-necked purple shirt. His dark hair curled slightly at the neckline.

Angel walked calmly to the front of her desk, perching her bottom on the edge. His eyes captivated her—her heart raced. She licked her lips seductively as he watched her.

Aroused, she opened her legs as far as the tight pencil skirt would allow her. Angel watched him watch her, his gaze flicking down to her naked pussy.

“What can I help you with?” he asked, looking back at her eyes.

“Oh, you know, the usual.”

“Client?”

“No, me,” she told him, hitching up her skirt to her hips. She sat her bottom fully on the desk and leaned her weight back on her hands, widening her thighs, her pussy on full show to him. “Lick it,” she commanded him.

Dan stood up. He walked toward her and stared down at where she sat wantonly on the desk, then licked his lips and knelt before her. Angel clenched her muscles in preparation for his touch. She slapped her pussy impatiently, wanting him immediately.

She felt Dan’s fingers widen her labia, and then he inserted them in her slick pussy. Angel cried out, dropping her head backward as his thumb traced over her clitoris. She shuffled her bottom backward and brought her feet up to the desk, widening her thighs still further and riding Dan’s fingers. Her body erupting, she could hear her juices as Dan finger-fucked her. He began to pound her pussy, bending down and applying the tip of his tongue to her clitoris.

Angel looked down at him, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face harder against her pussy. His tongue flicked over her folds of flesh, circling and stroking. His hand rammed up inside her pussy, his other hand circled round her back, cupping her bottom, holding her in position.

“Deeper,” she commanded him in a breathy gasp.

He sank his fingers in and out of her mound. Angel cried out as his tongue tormented her clitoris, feeling bolts of lightning flash from her cunt to every extremity.

His tongue worked her clitoris as his fingers continued their dance inside her sodden cleft. He pressed his lips to her clit in a gentle kiss, then stars exploded behind her eyes as he began to suck it, gently at first, then harder as her fingers grabbed handfuls of his dark hair and she held his face frantically in place, grinding her pussy against his mouth and fingers, her legs beginning to spasm. Her nerves were weakening. She could not stop the overwhelming sensation despite wanting it to last as long as possible. Her body shook, her hips bucked and she screamed out as Dan continued to fuck her with his fingers, lapping up her orgasm.

As her body calmed, Dan withdrew his fingers. Angel sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes, seeing Dan seating himself back on the sofa, a slight inscrutable smile on his face.

Angel stood up and pulled down her skirt, then headed around to the other side of the desk on wobbly legs. She sat in the leather swirl chair and opened her laptop.

“Right, business. I may have a client for you tonight. I’ll be interviewing her later this evening. Apparently, she hasn’t had sex in a long time and lacks in self-confidence. So I would appreciate it if you could try to keep yourself available.”

“No problem, I’ll be in room twenty-two.”

“Thank you. You can leave.” Dan stood and left the room. Angel smiled to herself, very pleased with his performance—she only wished she had lasted longer.

She pottered around her office waiting for the call to say the new client had arrived. She replied to a few emails, ordered some new supplies, including new sheets for the orgy room. Then she browsed her favourite bondage wholesaler and ordered some of their latest items including a leather whip with a jelly dildo handle, and a black and red heart shaped spanker that was particularly pretty.

She had planned a masquerade ball for New Year’s Eve. Not that her clients needed their inhibitions loosened, but things could often be more fun when people could hide their faces behind masks. She found a fancy dress website with an interesting selection and had just begun to look through them when the phone sounded.

“Yes.”

“Stacie Clifford is here,” Shannon informed her

“Excellent, I will be there in a few minutes.” Angel stood up tall, straightening out her skirt. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs from her earlier session with Dan. She cleaned herself quickly in the bathroom. It didn’t hurt to make new clients wait a few minutes, to get the feel of the place. Instead of heading straight out, she sat at her dressing table leisurely checking her makeup, re-applying her lipstick and then made her way to reception.

Angel saw a woman sitting on the couch frowning over a clipboard. All new clients had to complete a questionnaire prior to interview, so Angel knew what to expect, and what they expected from the club. She looked up as Angel approached and smiled nervously.

“Hello. You must be Stacie?” Angel said. She watched the woman gulp and nod her head.

“Lovely, I’m Angel. May I have your questionnaire and then, if you’d like to follow me, we can have a little chat somewhere more private.” She held out her hand and Stacie gave her the clipboard.

Angel walked to the reception desk. Bailey looked up as she approached.

“Is that Stacie Clifford?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, why?”

“The one you told me had no self confidence?” she said, needing to double check.

“Yes. Angel, is something the matter?” Bailey asked, a puzzled look on her face. Angel glanced back at Stacie rising from the couch looking anxious, straightening her clothes. She could hardly believe what a stunning girl she was.

Stacie had long glossy hair the colour of the finest plain chocolate—radiant, if worried, brown eyes and a slender figure that was hidden in a dowdy suit…but, looking past the frumpy outfit, she was beautiful.

“Could you sort us out some white wine…I might need it,” she told Bailey.

“Of course.”

Angel took the lead down the corridor, checking Stacie was following her. She noticed her staring wide-eyed at the raunchy paintings of voluptuous dominatrices and their ecstatic victims.

They approached her office. “Come in, please. Take a seat,” Angel said, holding the door open for Stacie to follow her through. She had a lump in her throat, staring at the beautiful woman. She was already regretting assigning Dan to her.

Angel followed Stacie in, seeing her admiring her office. She looked around it herself, seeing it freshly through Stacie’s eyes. She had deliberately kept the décor professional. Dark antique panelling sourced from a stately home covered all the walls, illuminated by several small lights placed strategically throughout the room. Angel’s large antique oak desk dominated the space, sitting against the far wall. The only nod to femininity was several vanilla candles, which scented the room with their subtle fragrance. Thanks to her cleaning staff, the office was immaculate.

Angel indicated for Stacie to take a seat and watched her fall into the squashy sofa. She smothered a laugh and kept her professional face on. She forced back the memory of the last person who had sat there and turned her attention back to the stunning Stacie. She wasn’t ready to put her off the club yet—she needed Stacie’s money. Angel watched her wiggle her bottom to the front edge of the sofa and straighten her back as she stared around at the room.

“Right then, Stacie.” Angel’s voice rang out in the quiet room, bringing Stacie’s attention back to her. Angel put Stacie’s clipboard on top of her laptop and glanced down at it, leaning forward quite deliberately and deepening her cleavage.

“I’ve ordered some drinks for us,” Angel said.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Stacie replied a little primly. Angel glared at her.

“I insist. I want you to feel comfortable. I don’t bite,” Angel said. She looked back down at the clipboard, skimming Stacie’s answers, which were depressingly wishy-washy. Some clients knew exactly what they wanted and were not afraid to spell it out, sometimes in explicit detail.

Angel looked back up at Stacie and smiled. “Okay, Stacie. Firstly, welcome to Desires. You know what our club does, so I don’t need to give you any details about that. Secondly,” she tapped Stacie’s questionnaire with a long fingernail, “this is shit, and you know it.” Angel said, seeing Stacie flush miserably. Angel paused before continuing in a more gentle voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to upset you. But these questions,” she flourished the offending document, “are vital for me to give you the best experience of Desires you can, and your answers don’t really help me do that. I need to ask you, why are you here? What is it you are looking for?” She looked closely at Stacie, who had turned an unbecoming shade of tomato.

“I am just wanting to…” Stacie paused. “I am looking for help in regaining my confidence in myself and in…in…in…sex.”

Angel picked up a pen and scored through Stacie’s original answer. She began to write what Stacie was telling her. “What are your likes and dislikes?”

“It depends what you offer me.”

“Well, we can come back to that one. So, you want to gain confidence in yourself and enjoy sex?” Angel looked at Stacie. Just as she was about to answer, a knock sounded at the door. The drinks had arrived.

“Enter,” Angel called.

Bailey pushed open the door, balancing a tray bearing a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She placed the tray on the desk and poured a glass, before starting to pour a second. Angel took a gulp of hers immediately, then another.

“Sorry, I’m driving…” Stacie said, holding out a hand to stop Bailey, who glanced at Angel in enquiry.

“Trust me, it will relax you. Just make it half a glass for Miss Clifford,” she said to Bailey, who nodded and obeyed before leaving the room quietly. “How did you find out about Desires?” Angel asked, putting down her glass and folding her arms over the clipboard.

“I was clearing out some of my ex-husband’s stuff and I saw an advert in one of his magazines.”

“You were shocked, right?” Angel asked.

Stacie nodded. “Very much so. It was a, you know, one of those magazines.” Angel watched her face change colour dramatically. “I only looked through out of curiosity. I’d never seen anything like that before.”

“And you saw our advert.”

“Yes.”

“So what made you decide to make contact?”

“Well, I guess I was intrigued. I kept the advert in my underwear drawer for months. I kept taking it out and looking at it, then losing my nerve and putting it back.”

“What changed?”

“Well, I guess I thought I needed a little fun back in my life.”

Angel looked at Stacie’s flushed face, noted that shifting look in her eyes, eyes that kept flicking to the door as if getting ready to escape. “But you’re still not sure, are you, Stacie?” Stacie gave a tiny shake of her head. “Why not?”

“I just don’t know if this is the right kind of fun for me,” Stacie answered. “No offence, but it’s all a bit…well…icky.”

“I see.” Icky, was it? Well, little Miss Prim and Proper, I’ll show you icky! Angel smiled. “Well, only you can decide on whether Desires is right for you. You’re right. It’s not for everyone. But you’ve told me what you are looking for and, if you decide to stay with us, we will make sure you receive it. You need confidence. I can clearly see that by the way you are dressed.”

Stacie looked offended. Angel saw her glance down at her work suit. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”

“You’re covering up all your best assets. Your blouse is almost around your neck, your skirt is far too long and I bet you are wearing tights rather than stockings.”

Stacie’s eyebrows shot up.

“So,” Angel continued without a break, “tell me a little about yourself, your personal life and the last time you had sex, as well as your turn-on points,” she asked, wanting to know as much of the woman as possible.

“I work for a fashion magazine. I’ve worked there since leaving college. I was married to a violent monster who drank himself stupid, and demanded sex. He also hit me till I was black and blue. I have no children, thank goodness, and no friends. I live for my work, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The last time I had sex was with the monster. What turns me on? I have no idea.”

Yawn, yawn, abusive husband, no friends. Who cares? Angel didn’t miss a beat. “You must have some idea what turns you on.” Stacie stared at Angel, her expression puzzled. Angel leaned back in her leather chair and played with her pen. Had Stacie expected sympathy? Angel wasn’t her bloody best friend. Let Dan handle her sob stories. She pressed on.

“Do you like your breasts played with or do you like the man to dive straight into your knickers?” Angel gave as an example, staring at Stacie.

Stacie glared back at Angel’s abruptness. “First I have to get to know him.”

“Good point, so you like…what, chat?”

“I guess…no…yes…I like to get to know him before…you know.”

“So you’re not a quickie girl?”

“God, no…I like romance with a meal, dim atmospheric lighting, a bit of flirting and sweet talking,” Stacie’s eyes misted at the fantasy before Angel’s sharp voice interrupted.

“You like a bore then?”

“No…I like chitchat. I am not the kind of girl to open my legs that quickly.” She is a fucking bore! All talk and no action.

“So you like the build up? You want respect?” Angel said, thrusting her body forward and staring directly into Stacie’s eyes.

“I want to be respected. Yes.”

“Then what, chat, coffee and sex?”

“Not on the first date!” Stacie answered, obviously getting annoyed.

“But why?” Angel fired back.

“Don’t you think that’s desperate?”

Desperate, is it? Angel took a deep, calming breath and tried to answer. “Not necessarily; it depends who you are and what you’re after. Some girls aren’t bothered about who they are with, it’s what’s inside the trousers. Other girls, like yourself, prefer the build up. Also, it depends on whether you’re just after a one-night stand or a relationship,” Angel said, leaning back in the leather chair before continuing, “Now. Turn-on points, breasts or—”

“I like my breasts to be caressed,” Stacie blurted.

“Excellent. I need to make a few notes,” Angel started to write on the clipboard. “When was the last time you masturbated?”

Stacie stuck out a mutinous chin.

“I need to know, Stacie, or I can’t properly help you.”

“Quite a while ago. I have completely lost interest.”

“Because of your ex-husband?”

“I guess so. In the beginning of our relationship it was okay, but then once the ring went on my finger he changed. Out went the romance and flowers. Along came the booze, drugs and violence. I guess I’ve forgotten what love-making is.”

Here we go again, yawn fucking yawn. I get it, he fucked you up. Angel made herself relax. She didn’t think for a second this woman was right for Desires—far too priggish and prudish. But maybe Angel could get a few sessions of cash out of her before she bottled it and fled. She forced a smile and gentled her voice. “Sounds like he did an amazing job of messing you up. He’s made you feel worthless and abused you mentally as well as physically. I give you full credit for gathering the courage to come here and attempt to regain what I call the joy of life. Love-making is the most amazing feeling with the right person, and I promise you, we will help you. However, there is one thing. You are here to be taught and not, and I repeat not, to fall in love,” Angel said, sitting forward and looking Stacie directly in the eye.

“I will match you with a tutor who will help to give you confidence in both self-stimulation and also intercourse. He will not treat you like dirt, but with respect. The tutors in this place are paid by sessions and won’t do the romantic build-up that you like, but I will chat with your tutor first, make him understand your feelings and relax your tension. He will treat you well and he will care for you. I have seen women in your position fall in love with their tutor, thinking he feels the same because he is caring. But he’s just doing his job. And the women are inevitably disappointed.” She saw Stacie nod in agreement. Just as well. Dan was hers!

Angel continued more briskly. “Now, on a different note, everyone likes different things sexually and what works for one person may not work for another. If there is anything, and I mean anything, you are not happy with please say and it will be stopped instantly. You’re not here to be unhappy or feel as if you have to do anything. Your happiness and satisfaction is paramount to us. Let Desires bring back your life, fun, love and enjoyment of being who you are. It’s Stacie-time now.”

Angel reached in her top desk drawer. “Here is our contract,” she said, taking out a copy of the contract and a price list and pushing them across the desk toward Stacie. Stacie stood up and moved forward to take them from her, glancing over the paper as Angel continued speaking. She picked up the half glass of wine from the table and stood at the desk, scrutinising the contract.

“You’ll note the clause stating no emotional involvement with your tutor or tutors. This is strictly forbidden. They are here to teach you only. You sign here…” Angel said, pointing on the contract where to sign. Angel watched her glance over the contract, and then sit back down on the sofa, sipping her wine.

“The prices are listed on the second sheet. You can decide whether to book a whole course in one go, or book individual sessions. There is a discount for block bookings, but I expect you’ll want to see how it goes first of all. See how you feel later once you’ve met your tutor. I have put on your sheet that you need to start from scratch, which includes masturbation. Is that okay with you?” Angel asked staring hard at Stacie, who nodded.

“It also states there will be no secret meetings with any of your tutors. Anything said outside could lead to court action. Payment is either up front or you can set up an account, which one of the girls can take you through later if you prefer. All equipment and all relevant instruments must be left on these premises unless you have permission from your tutor to have them. All items need to be signed out. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Totally.”

Angel stood up looking down at Stacie, struck again by how beautiful the woman was. She hoped to dear God she had not just made the biggest mistake of her life. “I’ll just let you have a look through those. I’ll be back in a moment.”

She left the room. Her heart ached—she felt positively sick to the core. She needed to see Dan. She headed to the reception area which was now filled with clients old and new, buzzing with excitement. Angel took her time greeting her guests, hoping to delay Stacie even more. She made her way through the crowd, planting kisses on cheeks here, accepting a friendly bottom pinch there. One cheeky chap even grabbed her from behind, placing his hands firmly over her boobs. Normally she revelled in this kind of attention, but tonight she wasn’t in the mood. She turned with a smile anyway, walking her fingers down his chest, then gently pushing him away from her.

“Sorry, sweetheart, got business to attend to. Maybe later.”

She turned away from his disappointed face and walked slowly up the staircase, her heart thudding. Angel arrived at the top of the stairs. Was it too late to quickly change Stacie’s tutor. From her attitude, the woman might need many sessions. The whole thought worried her. But then, if Stacie was the type of woman she thought she was, she’d probably be so horrified by what she saw at Desires, she wouldn’t last more than one day.

She approached room twenty-two. She stopped and drew in a deep breath. She ached like never before, wondering if there was another way around the situation. She had never minded sharing Dan with clients before. Why was this woman so different? Not acknowledging the answer that lurked in her mind, Angel knocked on the door.

It opened and her pussy fluttered seeing him standing there looking so divine. Without wasting a second, she walked in the room and grabbed him, kissing him firmly on the lips. She pressed her hand on the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Angel lost herself in the moment, inhaling his scent, the Lynx Dark Temptation body spray he preferred that smelled of chocolate and spices. She let her fingers drop to his crotch and brush his cock before reluctantly releasing him.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re an amazing kisser?” Dan raised an eyebrow and took a step back, that unreadable look on his face again. “Anyway, I am here on business,” she continued, slightly nonplussed. “I have interviewed your new client. She is very beautiful, so you shouldn’t have any problems in that department. She is very self-conscious, abusive husband, made to feel shitty yada yada. She needs to go right back to the start, getting to know her body. This one needs plenty of help so try to get a good few sessions out of her. Here is her clipboard.”

“Thanks,” he replied, taking the clipboard from her and walking the few steps to the bed. He perched on the edge, scanning the pages. Angel walked back to him and leaned over, lifting up his chin. When he looked up from the clipboard, she grabbed the back of his head and pressed her lips against his. She dipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting him while filling her hand with his cock through his jeans. She used her teeth to grip his lip and pull lightly.

“I want you later.”

“Do you?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

“Yes…and I will have you,” she told him, staring deeply into his gorgeous brown eyes.

Angel reluctantly left the room. Dan was divine, twenty-three years old, his dark hair medium cut and a little curly, his sexy brown eyes glimmering with warmth. He was six foot tall, not overly muscular, but tight and taut. Angel usually preferred men with muscle, but Dan was something else. He was special in his own way.

Angel arrived back at the office, feeling a little more centred having seen Dan. A piece of paper lay on her desk. She glanced down at it. It was Stacie’s signed contract. She smiled. She sat in her leather chair, feeling the pit of her stomach aching when she looked again at the fragile beauty of the woman.

“Welcome to the Desires family. I’m so happy to have you with us. Okay. I’ll talk to you briefly about what you will encounter and then I’ll assign you your tutor. Firstly, you need help and guidance with understanding your body sexually and finding your way around it. You will learn your own likes and dislikes, how your body works, your turn-ons and turn-offs and, most importantly, your tutor will help you gain confidence. Each time you achieve a goal, you and your tutor will have a meeting and together you will make the decision on the next stage.”

Stacey just nodded.

“If there’s anything you feel unsure about, just tell your tutor and he will advise or talk you through anything you don’t understand. Any questions?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“Well if you think of anything please do not hesitate to ask either myself or your tutor—”

As Angel was speaking, Stacie burst out a question. “Will I be treated like a whore?”

“Absolutely not.” Angel smiled inwardly, thinking of a certain other rather popular female member of Desires who loved to be treated exactly that way. “Well, not unless you want to be.”

“Want to be! Why would anyone want that?”

No, Stacie would never want that, Angel mused. Far too Little Miss Prissy. “As I said, everyone likes different things. But, from what you’ve said, that’s not your thing. Your tutor will look after you through your journey here at Desires and make sure you get the best treatment,” Angel reassured her.

“What if I don’t like my tutor?”

“You will, trust me. But if you don’t, I’ll assign you someone else.” Please feel free to hate him. She opened the second desk drawer and grabbed a leaflet from a pile of identical leaflets. “Here’s an information booklet I need you to read.” She passed it to Stacie. “It’s just some information about the building and where the fire escapes are, that sort of thing. Health and safety, you know. I’ll leave you for a few minutes while I talk to your tutor. I will give him your details and make sure the room is ready,” Angel said. She stood up and headed for the door, pausing to give Stacie a reassuring smile before leaving the room.

Angel stood outside the office door, unable to breathe, struggling with Stacie’s beauty. Maybe she should change her tutor. But Dan had her information now, no doubt was planning the best ways to help her. Her mouth was dry. She raced down the corridor to reception. She headed to the back office, filling a paper cup from the water cooler and gulping it down.

“You okay, Angel?” Bailey asked, popping her head round the door.

“I’m fine…just…um…dry-mouthed…too much talking,” she said, smiling tremulously at Bailey.

She inhaled a deep breath and decided she had to confront Stacie, trying to think about the money and not who her tutor was.

Angel strode down the corridor and re-entered the office. Stacie glanced at her and she stood tall, trying to find that inner poise that usually came so naturally.

“I’ve met with your tutor,” she said, resting her curvaceous bottom on the edge of her desk. She saw Stacie’s expression change, her eyes widening with apprehension. “He’s twenty-three years old and called Dan.” Stacie frowned a little. “Is there a problem?” Angel said, hoping there was.

“Don’t you think he’s too young?” Oh boy. Now was the perfect time to agree, take Dan off her, find her someone older. But the club needed Stacie’s money, and none of the other guys had the sensitivity Stacie needed.

“No, not at all. He’s exactly what you need. Dan’s not your typical young immature man. If you have a problem with him, I will select someone else. But I wouldn’t worry. Dan is perfect for you. Trust me,” she said, grinding the words out through her teeth. Stacie still didn’t look convinced. Time to get it over with. “Are you ready to meet him?” Angel said, standing up and walking toward the door.

“I guess.”

“You don’t sound keen.” Angel turned back.

“Sorry…I’m just concerned.”

“Don’t worry. If you don’t like Dan, I can assign you someone else, or you can just leave. I won’t tie you down. Unless you want me to.” Angel had a sudden vision of Stacie tied up in the dungeons, being whipped till she bled. She waggled her eyebrows and Stacie smiled.

Angel watched Stacie inhale a deep anxious breath. Angel held the door open for her and the two women left the office.

She arrived at the reception area and smiled at both the girls. Angel felt apprehension fill her as they continued the journey onto the first level. They arrived to the top of the stairs and Angel checked Stacie was behind her, although she wouldn’t have cared if Stacie had turned tail and fled. But, no, she was still there. They made their way down the corridor. Angel saw Stacie looking at the walls on which hung explicit pictures highlighted with small wall lights. There were no other lights in the corridor, so the effect was warm and calming. Halfway down the corridor was one of Angel’s favourite pieces she’d had shipped from Hong Kong. It was a white marble-effect statue of a couple embracing. The man’s hands caressed the woman’s breasts. One of her hands surrounded his impressive cock while the other was twined round his neck. Angel saw Stacie’s neck crane as she stared at it while walking.

Angel carried on walking to Dan’s room. She stopped at the door and closed her eyes, trying to muster up the courage to open the door. Come on, you can do this, she told herself, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She was jerked out of her thoughts when Stacie collided into her.

“You, okay?” Angel asked, trying not to show her annoyance.

“Sorry, just admiring the artwork.” Stacie flushed a little.

“No problem. Are you ready?”

“I guess so,” Stacie said. She looked terrified.

Angel opened the door and called out his name. “Dan.”

“Hello,” Angel heard him reply. She took a step into the room and saw him coming from the bathroom. A smile illuminated his face and he raised his eyebrows as if in inquiry.

“Dan, I would like you to meet your new client, Stacie,” Angel said. She opened the door wide enough for Stacie to come in. However, she just stood in the doorway, as if struck immobile, staring into the room. Dan turned his attention to the new arrival. Angel did not miss the appreciative look on his face as he took Stacie in and smiled at her.

Angel turned round to see Stacie smiling weakly back at him, her eyes huge.

Angel continued the introduction. “Stacie, this is Dan, your tutor. I think you’ll be happy but, if you have any concerns, you know where I am.”

Stacie took a tiny step across the threshold, holding her head low.

Angel looked at Dan, looking at Stacie. Her heart hurt. Unable to bear thinking about what was about to happen, she left the room without another word, shutting the door behind her. Every limb ached. She inhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes tight, aware that somehow she needed to remain focused on the club, her empire.

Pull yourself together, Angel, she told herself sharply. You don’t get jealous. He’s just a man. Men get jealous over you, not the other way round.

But Stacie was a beautiful woman. At least she had signed the contract agreeing to no emotional attachment. And, given the state of her when Angel had left the pair of them, she might not even make it through the evening. Dan preferred his women more adventurous. Little Miss Prim surely wasn’t his type, no matter how pretty her face.

Angel made her way back downstairs. Two of her best customers were waiting in reception. They had been coming to the club for years, well before she took over the place. So, putting on a brave smile, she went to greet them. “Good evening and how are you both?”

“We are both very well, thank you, Angel,” the man answered. Robert was forty-three, tall, carrying a little weight around his tummy, and covered in tattoos. He enjoyed watching his wife having sex with other men or women. His wife, Emma, was forty. She wasn’t the prettiest of women, a little on the large side, short and stumpy, with short dark hair and crooked teeth. Angel did sometimes wonder how they afforded Desires, but they always paid up and that was the main thing. It wasn’t for her to question how her customers afforded her prices.

“What can I do for you tonight?”

“We were wondering if you had that young man available, the one you mentioned the last time we were here. Dan, was it?” Robert asked, turning to Emma for confirmation. Emma nodded, her eyes lighting up with anticipation.

Angel remembered the conversation. They had asked about a younger man full of energy for Emma to have. Angel had suggested Dan without a qualm. She didn’t mind him having sex with other women. That was what he was here for, after all. Why did she feel so insecure about this one?

“Angel?” Emma’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She brought herself back.

“I’m sorry, Dan is already booked tonight,” Angel said.

Emma looked upset. “That’s a shame. I was looking forward to a younger man.”

“I could always arrange someone else, we do have other men that would fit the criteria.”

They agreed and Angel looked through the computer system, which showed her who was in the building and available. Sean would do. He was an energetic young man who kept himself in shape. She texted him—it was easier to text workers than try to track them down if they were not with a client—and he was there within five minutes. They all headed off with Emma giving Angel the thumbs up. Angel smiled as Emma pinched Sean’s bottom. At least someone was happy.

She went back to her office and sat back at her desk, wondering how long Dan would be with Stacie. She was eager to have her pussy filled with his cock. She tried to do some work, but found herself staring into mid-air unable to concentrate on anything. Angel decided to distract her thoughts and take a brief walk around the club. Everywhere she saw people, couples, groups, having lovely, happy, delightful sex. She could have joined in—she had several invitations. On a normal night, she might have, if she wasn't busy. But not tonight, she just wasn't in the mood. There was only one cock she wanted, and it was currently otherwise engaged.

Angel continued her prowl, ending up at the conservatory restaurant. She headed for the bar. Without her having to ask, the barman brought her a glass of white wine. She sat at the end of the bar, looking around the room. This was one of her favourite rooms. The combination of elegance and class, set in the middle of a sex club, appealed to her sense of irony. Vanessa, the pianist, sat serenely at the large black grand piano, effortlessly producing the soothing background music from beneath her long fingers. She was dressed, as always, in one of the long flowing fitted gowns she favoured. Angel wondered if it was worth asking her again if she would consider performing naked, or at least in lingerie. So far, Vanessa had gently but firmly refused, even turning down a substantial bonus. But, as Angel had failed to find anyone good who would play naked, Vanessa would have to do…for now. And, she was a good pianist and was totally unfazed by the erotic shenanigans which went on around her every night.

The chairs shaped as musical notes were arranged around perfectly-set tables. A candle was placed on each table and larger candles were strategically arranged around the room, giving the place a cosy feel. The restaurant was decorated in fetching colours—the low walls beneath the windows were covered with dark purple wallpaper, patterned with large silver leaves. A few lights shaped as women’s basques hung from the ceiling. She’d bought those in a little shop in Covent Garden. They were erotic, yet with a hint of elegance.

The aroma of fabulous food filled her nostrils. Her chef was one of the best—she’d stolen him from a five-star restaurant, doubled his pay, and offered him nightly blowjobs to seal the deal. Not personally delivered of course, one of her girls was happy to oblige.

A few guests were dining, some dressed up and others naked, all enjoying their food. Others were enjoying each other while waiting for their food to arrive.

Angel sat sipping her wine, enjoying the acknowledgements from her happy guests. Then Bailey poked her worried head around the door, glancing around the room. When her gaze lit on Angel sitting at the bar, she almost ran over to her.

“We have a payment problem,” she explained in a low voice.

Angel gulped down the wine and stood up, following Bailey out of the room.

“Who?” she demanded as they walked down the corridor.

“It’s one of the regulars, Keith Smith,” Bailey said, bobbing worriedly along in her wake. Angel frowned. Keith had been coming for a long time, and was trusted enough to be invoiced retrospectively, not in advance like new clients were.

They arrived at reception where Keith was standing at the desk, his face anxious.

“What’s the problem?” Angel said, arranging her face into a pleasant smile. It would do no good to assume the worst immediately.

“Mr. Smith’s credit card has been declined,” Shannon explained.

Angel hated these problems, especially when the client had already the pleasure, and then pay later. It never seemed to matter how well the client was known and trusted, they might still try to pull a fast one.

“Do you have another card, Mr. Smith?” Angel asked politely.

He shook his head agitatedly. “That’s the only one I can use here,” he said, almost in tears. “My wife doesn’t know I have that. The others are all joint ones and she’d question any payments.”

Angel regarded him with sympathy. Keith’s tastes ran to a variety of pleasure he felt his wife would not approve of. He managed to scrape together enough money once a month or so to come here and indulge himself.

“I’ve got the cash in the bank account,” he was saying. “If you can wait until Monday, I can go in and draw it out in person and try to find out why my credit card is being declined.”

“Is there anything you can leave us for surety?” Angel said.

He thought for a moment then shook his head. “Look,” he pleaded. “You’ve got my address and telephone number in your records. If I don’t come back and give you the money on Monday, you could make my life hell. One phone call and you could end my marriage. Please, will you just trust that I’ll come back? Not only that, if I don’t pay you, you’ll block me, and I’ll never be able to come here again. I have every incentive to come back with the money.”

Angel noticed Dan standing at the top of the stairs. Her heart started skipping beats. She smiled at him while he came down the large winding staircase.

“Very well,” Angel said, surprising herself and the receptionists by the looks on their faces. “I’ll trust you to come back. But you’re right, if you don’t pay me, I will ring your wife and tell her everything, and you will be barred from Desires forever!” She glared at him.

“Oh thank you, Angel, thank you! I promise I’ll come back!” Angel turned away almost before he had finished speaking, making her way down the corridor to her office, not needing to turn around to know Dan was following her.

Angel opened the door. She stepped in, leaving the door open for him. Her entire body ached as she made her way to her bedroom. She heard the office door closing.

She turned around as he came in through the bedroom door. She unbuttoned her jacket, slipped off her skirt and yanked off her bra, standing stark naked but for her stockings and suspenders in front of him while he leaned against the bedroom door watching her. She stood gazing at him. He looked irresistible. “I want you,” she told him.

“Really,” he replied, looking cool. He walked slowly up to her and stopped directly in front of her. He stared into her eyes and she had to stop herself from throwing herself at him. He suddenly dropped to the floor and buried his face in her crotch, inhaling deeply. Her hands dropped to his head, and she felt his tongue licking her smooth, freshly-waxed mound, just lapping at the outside of her triangle. He pushed his tongue as far as it would go between her held-together thighs, then pulled it back in one long lick, finishing by just dipping the tip of his tongue into the top of her cleft. She gasped as he widened her legs, dipping his tongue into her labia.

Angel lifted one leg and rested her foot on the bed. She opened her outer labia while he glided his tongue over her clitoris, sending her quivering with delight. She grabbed hold of his hair then cupped his face, lifting it up to look at her. She moved her hands to his arms, tugging at his biceps, wanting him to stand up. He rose, standing before her. Hunger flooded through her body and she pressed her lips on his, tasting herself on him. She dipped her tongue in his mouth and Dan responded. They rolled their tongues around each other, curling and twisting. A brief flash came into her head of him and Stacie kissing, touching, fucking…

She pushed him away. “Strip and get on my bed,” she commanded.

Angel watched him take off his clothes revealing his lean body. His trunks clung to his cock, already hard and straining through the thin material. Angel watched him pull them down, squeezing her inner vaginal muscles.

Angel seductively licked her lips as she admired his neat sexy bottom. He climbed on the bed, remaining on his knees just long enough for her to admire his rear before he turned around and lay down on his back. Angel watched his cock bouncing, fully erect. She rolled her tongue over her lips, inserting her middle finger in her mouth, eager to indulge.

Dan took a firm hold of his cock, holding it upright, his eyes inviting her. She clasped hold of her breasts, pushing them together and running her fingers over her nipples. She climbed onto the bed, moving up alongside his body. She took hold of his cock and gathered up saliva in her mouth which she spat into her hand, lubricating her palms well before lacing her fingers together and enclosing his cock between her hands. She tightened them together and rubbed them hard up and down his cock, leaning over to lick the tip every time it emerged from the cocoon of her fingers. As she felt the lubrication begin to dissipate, she leaned over and took him fully into her mouth, opening her throat and taking him as far in as he could go. She’d discovered some years ago that she had no gag reflex, which meant she was fantastic at deep-throating. She could never become bulimic, but men loved it.

Angel listened to him enjoying the moment, as she slid her lips up and down his full length. His hands fumbled for her, grabbing at her tits.

Not relinquishing her claim on his cock, she climbed on top of him lowering her pussy onto his face, feeling Dan dive in, licking and sucking on her cunt as she sucked him.

Dan inserted his fingers hard in her pussy as she took just the end of his cock in her mouth, forcing her tongue into the little hole at the end, relishing the whinny of pleasure she heard from his mouth. Taking a break for a second, Angel wanked him hard as she wiped the spit which had gathered at the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward, pushing her boobs together and placing his dick between so he could titty-fuck her. Dan took hold of her breasts, making sure he stayed between them, sliding his dick up and down. “Fuck those tits…fuck them good,” she said, hearing him moaning with pleasure.

She felt Dan’s tongue licking her pussy as she moved back, giving his cock the attention she knew it craved. Angel felt him slide down her throat, using her hand to toy with his taut balls. Beneath her, he began to thrust hard. Angel recognized the business-like rhythm. That wasn't his “I’m having fun here” rhythm, that was his “I’m getting ready to come” rhythm. She slid off him, smiling as she sensed his disappointment.

“I really want to fuck you,” she told him, turning to face him.

“Then sit on my cock, bitch!”

Angel smiled. Dan knew she loved the dirty talk. She straddled him, lowering her body back on his cock, feeling it filling her. She leaned back, thrusting her pelvis up and down.

“Fuck me!” she commanded him. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together. Angel plunged up and down on his cock, taking him quicker and faster, burying him within her, making sure he hit her most sensitive spot every time. She broke into a sweat, arousal built within her. The constant pounding from his cock end hitting her G-spot was unbearable, and when his fingers began to rub her clitoris, she threw her head back and howled her climax to the ceiling.

She shuddered over and over as aftershocks gripped her body, finally sagging over his chest, supporting herself on her hands.

“My turn now, bitch. Get on your knees.”

Angel obeyed, climbing off Dan’s still hard cock to turn over onto all fours. Dan moved onto his knees. He came up from behind and used his hands to spread her legs wide apart. He slapped her bottom and then bent to lick her dripping pussy, ramming his fingers into her sopping hole.

“Suck my fingers!” he ordered, bringing them round to her mouth and shoving them between her lips. Angel sucked, tasting herself on his fingers. As she sucked her juices off him, he shoved his cock hard and deep inside her.

Angel cried out with pure delight, her breasts swung back and forth as he thrust into her with abandon. His hands moved to cup her breasts as they swung below her. She turned her head to look back at Dan, and watched him as he penetrated her, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Angel felt another orgasm building.

“Oh yes, oh God that feels good,” she screamed out, breathless.

“Do you like my cock slamming into you like that?” he said in an aggressive voice. “Do you like it when I fuck you, bitch?”

“Fucking yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck me harder!”

With one hand he squeezed her breast so hard, sharp stabs of wonderful pain shot through her, seeming to connect directly to her core. With the other he rubbed her still-throbbing clit, instantly rekindling her climax. She pushed back into him, losing herself in the sensations as she groaned deeply, her body shuddering with pleasure. Dan pulled out of her and dropped back on the bed, lying down on his side. She rolled over and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. Dan needed no further instruction, moving on top of her, submerging his cock in her pussy. Angel looked at his face, frowning with intense concentration.

Then she squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing handfuls of the duvet as he went to work on her once more, pounding her tender tissues. “Oh fuck me…yes!” She grabbed her breasts squeezing them tightly together. Dan clutched the bedrail behind her for support as he rammed into her with all the force he could muster, thrusting her up the bed with every stroke. His other hand came down and pinched her nipple. Flashes went off behind Angel’s tightly-closed eyes as waves of juddering pleasure shook her once more. Her whole body erupted and quivered with ecstasy. He pulled out as she relaxed into the bed.

“Where do you want me to ejaculate?” he asked her.

“On my tits.”

He moved his body up hers, straddling her stomach and aiming his cock at her magnificent breasts. He began to rub his hand up and down his penis as Angel watched, pushing her breasts together. His face contorted in what almost looked like a growl as his movements became faster and more urgent, then his white cream squirted out from the end, landing on her breasts in thick gooey strands, dribbling down between her cleavage toward her neck, where it pooled in the hollow between her collarbones.

She looked up at him, enjoying the satiated look on his face, hearing him catch his breath. He quickly got off the bed, heading for the en-suite and coming back with a bunched up handful of toilet paper. He dabbed at his cum, wiping off the worst of it and discarding the tissue in the bin by Angel’s bed.

“Was that okay?” he asked, getting back on the bed and lying down on his side next to her, propping his head on his elbow and facing her.

“It was okay,” she answered. She couldn’t let him think he was amazing. She couldn’t stand big-headed men. And maybe next time, he might do better if he thought he was merely okay.

“How was she, then?” she asked, wondering how he had got on with the gorgeous Stacie.

“Who?”

“Don’t play games, Dan,” she told him, climbing off the bed and headed to her en-suite to clean away the rest of his ejaculation from her chest.

“You mean Stacie?” he said, his voice carrying easily from the bedroom.

“Yes, of course I mean Stacie, who the hell do you think I meant?”

“You.”

“Funny, don’t get smart,” she told him, coming out of the bathroom and into the room. Dan sat up on the bed, his penis limp and leaking. “Well?”

“She was all right.”

“What did you do with her?”

“Fucked her,” he answered. Angel’s heart lurched. He fucked her? Already? She covered her confusion with a glare and was unaccountably relieved when he said, “Just joking…okay, I just got her playing with her breasts.”

“And?”

“And what? You said to take it slowly. Not only that, but she’s shy and I figured I needed to respect her.”

“Yes, well…” she paused and pulled out a black dress from her wardrobe. “Just you make sure you don’t get attached.”

“And why the hell would I do that? Would it make you jealous?”

“Don’t be bloody stupid, Dan, just teach her to fuck herself.” Angel put on her bra and stepped into the black dress, settling it on her body. “Zip me up,” she commanded, turning her back to him.

He obeyed, “Although, I must admit she is one of the better-looking clients you have given me, how come? I normally get the unattractive ones,” he said. She turned back to look at him, seeing him staring oddly at her.

“And what the hell are you trying to say?” she said, feeling the pit of her stomach churning.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” Dan said, shaking his head.

Of course Angel always gave him the ugly clients. She couldn’t have him fancying anyone else, could she? But she’d never admit that to him. She’d slipped up big time, this time. She’d never imagined Stacie was so beautiful when she’d decided to put them together.

“Well I have to head back, check everything is running smoothly,” she told him, sitting at her dressing table to touch up her makeup. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing, why? You got something planned for me?” he asked, as she applied her lipstick.

She blotted her lips then said, “Not sure, I know Robert and Emma were interested in you earlier.”

He shrugged. “Whatever, or I could stay here and keep the bed warm for you later.” Angel turned around, looking at him. She went weak at the knees, feeling his answer was a very good answer. She turned back to the mirror and ran a brush through her hair until it shone.

“Whatever, you do as you please,” she told him, leaving the decision to him. She had her reputation to keep up after all. She pinned her hair on top of her head, then stood up, slipping her feet into her high heels. She headed for the door, leaving Dan on her bed, allowing herself to look back at him once before leaving the room.