Touching Angel's Desires (14 page)

She took her mum to the viewing room, putting her in the luxury booth,
which had a couch, a drinks cabinet and chocolates. The window was darkened
now, awaiting the arrival of the participants. Her mum settled herself on the
couch, smiling and looked pleased and excited, obviously keen to watch the
performance.

“Can I get you anything else?” Angel asked.

“No, everything looks great. I love what you’ve done to this room,”
she said, looking around at the recently refreshed décor. Angel smiled and turned
to leave the room. “Where are you going?” her mum asked imperiously.

“Sorry?”

“I want you to watch it with me,” her mum told her, patting the
couch next to her. Angel’s eyebrows flew up. That was unexpected. Angel would
have thought she wanted to be left alone.

“Oh…right…Okay…” she pulled her thoughts together. “In that case, I’ll
be back in a minute, I just need to sort a few things out.”

Quickly, Angel left the room. She headed around the back of the viewing
room seeing Lucy and Dexter chatting and getting comfortable with one another.
They’d both worked here for a while, but Angel couldn’t remember if she’d ever
put them together before. No matter, they would do their jobs.

“I don’t mean to add pressure, but I’ll be watching you.”

Lucy and Dexter glanced at one another and Dexter shrugged. “I can’t
see that being a problem. If anything, it will make it even better.” He winked
at Angel, and Lucy giggled.

Angel smiled at them both. She did love exhibitionists who truly
enjoyed what they were doing, and got pleasure out of giving pleasure to
others. “I’ll be back soon,” she said, turning to leave. Bailey was next on her
list.

She found her sitting at the bar taking her break. “Bailey…I am so
sorry, do you think you could hold the fort again for a while? Mum wants me to
stay with her, and I can’t really say no.”

“Of course, don’t worry. You are having quite a day,” Bailey said
smiling.

“Contact me if anything major comes up.”

Angel went back to the viewing room, popping her head in on Lucy and
Dexter on the way. They were in a passionate clinch, Lucy’s small white hand
clasped round Dexter’s impressive cock, which poked out of his open fly. She
smiled. They were obviously comfortable with each other. “Two minutes,” she
said. Dexter nodded.

She re-entered the viewing room and sat back next to her mum, who
had a glass of some kind of spirit in her hand.

“Drink?” she said to Angel, getting up and walking over to the drinks
cabinet without waiting for a reply. Not in the mood to argue, Angel acquiesced
and took the drink she was offered, although she had no intention of drinking
it.

Angel stared at the darkened window. Her mum drained her glass and poured
yet another. Angel watched, thoughts churning in her head. Her drinking problem
was one of the main reasons she’d handed Desires over to Angel. Angel tried for
years to stop her from drinking so much, but she never would listen. When work
got too hard, got in the way of her drinking, she’d handed over Desires to
Angel, and the club now brought in so much money that she could happily pickle
herself in alcohol for the rest of her retirement. If Angel had
realized
that would be
the effect of her taking over, she would have refused. But then her mother
would have let the club slide, and probably would have lost it, and then they’d
both have been out of a job, and a place to live. But Angel hated seeing her
mum losing herself in the bottle.

She stared hard at her mum wondering what on earth her life had
turned to, feeling disappointed. At least she’d waited until her late adulthood
to start drinking. No doubt Angel’s life would have been very different if she
had been drinking during her childhood. Desires would certainly not have
happened. Angel had had a great childhood, and her mother always looked after
her, giving as much time to her as she possibly could, even though she knew her
mum was always busy.

The window suddenly lit up. With an, “Ooh!” of excitement, her mum
sat back down, glass in hand, ready to watch. Lucy was sitting on a chair set
apart from the bed, her legs shut tight. Her long blonde hair flowed down her
back with tendrils brought forward to hang over her shoulders, brushing the
tops of her breasts. She was wearing a white lacy corset and small white
panties with black hold-ups.

Lucy ran her hands slowly from her knees to her thighs, sinuously wriggling
her bottom on the seat. She slid her hands to her hips and waist then up to her
chest, caressing her breasts, looking down at them with a look of surprise, as
if she’d never seen them before, then continued up, running her fingers through
her blonde straight hair, and shaking it back.

Lucy widened her thighs, placed her hand between them and began to
stroke her mound. She took the other hand to her mouth, sucking on a finger seductively,
and then pulling it in and out of her mouth several times to simulate a blow
job.

She licked her lips, rolling her tongue over her upper and bottom
lip slowly and seductively. She glided her hands all over her body, then pushed
her breasts together, teasing her body, getting herself in the mood. Her eyes glowed
with excitement and pleasure.

Lucy kneaded her breasts, sending an, “Aren’t I a naughty girl,”
smile at the windows. She was obviously acting out an innocent girl playing
with herself. How would she handle Dexter’s entrance? Angel looked at her mum,
seeing her watching with great interest. Angel turned her attention back to
Lucy. Lucy was sitting back in the chair, thighs wide, with her hand inside her
panties.

The door opened then, admitting Dexter, who approached her with an
avid look on his face. Lucy reacted by yanking her hand out of her panties,
snapping her legs closed, and looking shocked and embarrassed at having been
caught, and a little scared of what Dexter was going to do.

Angel again looked at her mother, noticing her eyes widen.

“Yes, that is good,” her mother said, putting her drink on the
cabinet and moving closer to the window.

Angel rested back on the couch getting comfortable. Her mum was
partly blocking her view. She looked past her, trying to see what she could.
She saw Dexter approach, looking predatory. Lucy jumped up from the chair and
backed away, looking scared. Dexter’s expression changed to a more calming
expression. His mouth moved. Angel glanced up at the speakers in the room.
Audio was optional, they could either hear what was going on in the viewing
room, or just watch if they preferred. Angel considered asking her mum if she
wanted the audio on, but decided against it. This was mum’s thing, not hers,
she could turn it on if she wished. Dexter held out a hand to Lucy, who took
it, still looking nervous, but a little calmer.

Dexter gently pushed her back down onto the chair, kneeling on the
floor in front of her and spreading her thighs wide, looking at her pussy
covered in white fabric. He leaned forward and began to touch his tongue to her
panties. Lucy closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, her hands going up
to play with her breasts rising out of the corset. Her hands rested on his
fuzzy head, and Angel could see her pressing her pussy into his face.

He came up Lucy’s body then, rapidly unfastening her corset, which
dropped revealing her naked pink breasts. He pushed them together and dived
into them, pressing his face between them, then flicking his tongue over her
budded nipples, first one then the other. Angel was a little bored. Foreplay
was all very well if you were an involved party, but the voyeur wanted action.
As if reading her mind, Dexter stood, looking down at Lucy. She looked up at
him, an innocent look on her face. He unzipped his fly. Angel watched her mum move
even closer to the window, looking flustered, eager to see his manhood. Dexter pulled
out his massive erect cock, grabbed the back of Lucy’s head and pulled her
inexorably toward it. Lucy made a play of resisting, in keeping with her
virginal character, but Dexter’s face twisted in a snarl and he shoved his cock
against her mouth, pushing it all the way in as soon as she opened to him a
little bit. Angel smiled. She knew that Lucy, like her, had no gag reflex. She
could take all that cock, and then some. Lucy opened her eyes wide as Dexter
shoved that long thick cock roughly all the way into her mouth, until his balls
bounced off her chin.

“Come on girl, get that cock into your mouth, suck it you dirty
bitch,” her mum urged them.

“He is a stallion,” Angel replied, putting on a smile, not really enjoying
watching her mother getting drunk and losing complete control of her
behaviour
. Angel always thought mothers were meant to keep an eye on their daughters,
not the other way around.

Dexter fucked Lucy’s face hard until saliva started to drool out of
her mouth. She didn’t resist, taking everything he gave her. He withdrew
slowly, pulling his thick, long, black cock out from her wet mouth, looking
down at her with lust.

He pulled her up from the chair by her arm, swinging her round and
leaning her against the back of the chair. Lucy didn’t resist, leaning over the
chair back and pushing her bottom out as he quickly stripped off his clothes.
He yanked down her panties and lifted up one of her legs, the one nearest the
window to give the watchers a good view of the action. Angel caught a glimpse
of shaved pink pussy as he spread her thighs wide and slammed his cock in her,
thrusting hard and fast. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide in ecstasy as
she clung to the chair back for balance.

“Oh yeah, get in there, boy. Give it to her good. Fuck her hard,”
her mum called out.

Angel wished she could escape the room and disappear. Watching her
mum like this was distasteful, but Angel needed to make sure she stayed out of trouble.
Angel was no stranger to handling drunks, chucking them out was usually the
solution, or sometimes escorting them to their room to sleep it off. But her
mum was a whole different ball game.

The pair in the room changed position. Dexter sat on the chair and Lucy
sat on him, with her back to his chest, facing the window, again so the
watchers could see the action. She slid down onto his cock, taking all she
could. He cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing them, the flesh spilling
out from between his fingers, then released them to let them bounce as she rode
him. Lucy looked well-filled as that big black dick slid in and out of her pink
pussy—the contrast of colours making it all the more enjoyable. They were
putting on a good show.

They changed their position again. Lucy slid herself off him and
knelt on the floor, her face slanted upwards like a flower. He stood over her,
his cock aimed at her face and masturbated quickly to orgasm, white cum spurting
out over her eyes and mouth, and dribbling down into her hair. Her tongue came
out and lapped it up and she opened her mouth to suck the last drops off the
end of his cock. As they finished, the lights went off.

Chapter Five

They left the viewing room, her mum staggering all over the place. Angel
hoped she intended to leave and go home where she should be. It was pretty
clear why she’d come to Desires, a free night, free show and free booze. It was
her club, she was entitled, but why waste Angel’s evening if that was all she
wanted? She wouldn’t have minded so much if her mum hadn’t drunk herself into
oblivion, but she had and now Angel had to try to get her back home, when she had
other things to be worrying about.

They approached the reception area—as they got closer loud music
pumped out of the night club room whenever anyone opened the door. The place
was in full swing, she was missing out. She loved feeling the adrenaline rush
of the party room. Instead, she’d wasted her time sitting watching her mum getting
her jollies.

Her mother tripped over her own feet and staggered, almost tumbling
to the ground. A client rushed over to help Angel get her back to her feet. She
muttered an embarrassed thank you to him and glanced around to see if anyone else
had noticed. The reception area wasn’t too busy. There were a few people
booking in, dressed up for the evening.

She half-carried, half-dragged her mum closer to the desk and left
her leaning on the banister at the bottom of the stairs. Bailey and Shannon
looked busy, booking in clients. Bailey smiled at Angel as she approached, but
quickly went back to her work. Angel went in the back office and, on the
computer there, brought up the timetable of the private drivers she employed to
transport clients to and from Desires. They weren’t complimentary, she charged
for the service, but the charge was comparable to a taxi, so most clients used
them, preferring them to an external taxi service, which might not be so
discreet. She needed someone to take her mum safely home. One was due to bring
some clients in shortly.

“When Bob comes in with Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald, don’t let him
escape. I want him to take my mum home,” she told Bailey, going back out to the
front desk.

“Sure, has she been hard work?”

“Like always.”

Angel turned around then, just as Dan was coming down the stairs.
Her heart thudded—just seeing him was enough to make her feel ecstatic. She
glanced at her mum, holding onto the banister for support, barely able to stand
on her own feet.