Touching Angel's Desires (15 page)

“
Oooooh
, you are a sexy thing,” she heard
her mum say to Dan as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs. She swayed to
stand before him, looking him up and down with blatant appreciation. He smiled
politely, clearly wanting to pass.

Angel quickly trotted over. “Leave him, he is a client,” she said. She
did not want her mum to touch him in the slightest. The last thing she needed
was her wanting to shag Dan—her mum had quite the thing for younger men and Dan
was very definitely off limits.

Dan’s eyes widened at her lie. She tried to give him a significant
look. Whether he understood it or not, she wasn’t sure, but at least he didn’t
argue with her. She gave him a smile, but then her mum slurred a few words and
tried to grab at him. Dan evaded her skilfully and jumped down the last couple
of steps to the ground level. Angel flushed with embarrassment. She grabbed her
mum, holding her arms down as she tried to get hold of Dan.

“Mum! Behave!” she whispered forcefully.

Her mum turned to glare at her and Dan took the opportunity to
quickly head off across reception toward the double doors. Angel blew out her
breath in relief—she could not have her mum anywhere near her bloke.

“Oh, he’s gone!” her mum wailed in disappointment.

“Come on, Mum, I’ll take you to my office.” Angel took hold of her
arm, dragging her down the corridor.

“Have you got any other young men I can play with?” her mum slurred,
bouncing off the walls as she staggered down the corridor.

“No, Mum. I think you have had enough.” Angel opened the door of the
office and propelled her mum inside. “Now you just stay here,” she helped her
to the couch, “and wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

The older woman sat heavily on the couch and slumped to one side,
her head finding the soft squashy arm of the sofa. Her eyes began to droop.
Angel shook her head and left, vowing never to drink ever again. She headed
back to the busy reception, helping out Bailey and Shannon as they booked
guests in and took payments.

A familiar figure caught her attention in her peripheral vision and
Angel’s head shot up. Dan stood at the foot of the staircase, his foot already
on the first tread. “Dan!” she called. He turned around, a neutral expression
of enquiry on his face. Angel left the desk and dashed toward him. “How is
everything going with Stacie?” she asked, hoping it would be bad news.

“Fine, she is doing really well,” he said. A smile touched his lips
and Angel’s tummy wrenched.

“Oh, good. I’m very pleased to hear it,” she heard herself saying on
auto-pilot. “Are…are you able to make yourself free later?”

“Not sure.”

She moved closer and lowered her voice. “Make the time, Dan. I need
you badly.”

He didn’t answer her, but instead continued up the stairs. She
watched him disappearing, feeling a disturbing sense of unease.

She headed back to reception, helping the girls to finish off booking
in the clients. Once they were all making their way to their destinations,
Angel grabbed a cup of water from the cooler in the back office, feeling angry
with herself, wishing she had double-checked the details on Stacie. Maybe she
should insist all new clients should send a photo so she could see exactly what
they look like before handing them over to her workers. Give Dan the ugly girls,
or the ones who just need a quickie, and let the other men have those who needed
more attention. Every time she closed her eyes, and sometimes when she didn’t,
the mind movies started, of Dan and Stacie in bed together, having sex, him
whispering in her ear, her giggling, them kissing…Angel couldn’t stand it any
longer.

She threw the paper cup across the office, then when that did not
assuage her anger, picked up a mug that was on the desk and threw that against
the wall. It shattered most satisfactorily, the coloured shards of pottery
falling to the floor amongst brown dribbles of cold coffee. Shannon came in the
office, her eyes widening at the mess. “Is everything all right?”

“No, today is just complete shit. I am having…” She stopped, thinking
Shannon really didn’t need to know. “Forget it…Is everything sorted?”

“Yes, well for the moment anyway.”

Bailey popped her head around the doorframe then. “Bob’s here.”

Angel brushed past them both seeing Bob standing in reception. She told
him to wait then went to get her mum. At least that was one less worry for the
evening. Her mother was fast asleep, snoring on the couch. Angel shook her
head, looking down at her. She wasn’t heavy, but she wasn't sure she’d be able
to manage on her own. She picked up the phone and dialled reception.

“Tell Bob to come down here,” she instructed Shannon.

Minutes later, the knock came at the door and Bob came in. He didn’t
even blink when he saw Angel’s mother sprawled on the sofa. “I take it you need
a hand,” he said.

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

Together, they managed to get Angel’s mother into something
approximating a vertical position. She mumbled, but did not resist. They had to
virtually drag her down the corridor, through reception to the front door,
attracting stares and comments. Angel did not look up, made no eye contact.
“Maybe next time we’ll take her out the back door,” she said tightly to Bob,
who wisely made no comment. She sincerely hoped there would not be a next time.
They bundled her into the back seat and Bob leaned over to fasten her seat
belt. She opened her eyes and started woozily into his face. She muttered
something and grabbed his crotch, smiling lop-
sidedly
.
Bob quickly extricated himself, his face expressionless.

“Don’t take her anywhere other than home. If she begs, just convince
her home is the best place.”

“Of course.”

She watched the car drive off and took a deep breath. She headed back
to the main door and, once inside, allowed her shoulders to flop. She rubbed
her head, feeling an incipient headache coming on. She grabbed a couple of
painkillers from the ever-present supply in the back office before heading back
to her bedroom. She was ready for some fun. She put on the outfit she’d been
wearing before, the PVC
microdress
and the thigh-high
boots and picked up the whip.

Head high, she stalked to the night club room. The room was abuzz. There
was a live sex show on stage, and girls and men danced in their cages suspended
from the ceiling. There was plenty of bumping and grinding on the dance floor,
with acres of flesh on show. Angel smiled. Finally, she was able to get back to
the part of the job she enjoyed. Unlike a normal night club, there was no dress
code here. If a girl wanted to dance topless, she could. If a guy wanted to get
his cock out, he could. No still meant no, even here, but a yes was far more
likely. The music bounced off the walls. As she made her way past the dance
floor toward the bar area, she saw a blonde girl dressed in only the tiniest
pair of denim shorts, her huge bare breasts bouncing as she shimmied on the
floor. She was surrounded by at least five guys, all trying to grab a handful
of tit. Judging from her expression, she was loving every second of it.

Angel got a diet cola and went back to find a seat. She sat down to
ease the pressure on her feet. It had been a busy day. Blondie and her entourage
were getting heavier. They all had their cocks out, trying to entice her to
touch them. She reached down and started to play with a couple of them. Someone
tugged down her shorts and panties, to cheers. Angel watched keenly to make
sure she was happy with that, then smiled as the girl kicked them away and
stood there happily naked. The nearest guy took her arm and pulled her over to
the table where Angel sat. He bent her over the table and slid his cock in from
behind. Her face was nothing but beatific. The others waited in line to fuck
her one by one. Her hand was busy between her legs as she helped herself to
orgasm over and over again.

When they had finished, and Blondie had retrieved her clothes, such
as they were, Angel took a tour of the hall, making sure everything was in
order. She noticed a few of the bowls full of condoms on every table were
getting a bit low and she instructed one of the bar staff to replenish them
before heading back to the reception area.

She went through the double doors leading to the main part of the
club. A pair of girls leaned up against the wall, kissing and caressing. She
approached the orgy room and moved back the voile hanging in the doorway. The
room was filled with happy naked bodies coupling. Angel left, making her way to
the strip room, hearing the music as she approached.

Three girls were table dancing naked and one girl was giving a
personal dance to an
oldish
looking man who was
looking very pleased with his entertainment. Angel watched her swinging her
breasts in his face and encouraging him to play. The girls gyrated to the music,
grinding their hips, swaying their bottoms and cupping their breasts, teasing
the audience. Everyone was watching, including the women. She smiled. The air
was heavy with arousal—she could practically taste the pheromones.

The male strip room was next. She opened the door to the very
pleasant view of Dexter covering his body in oil and smoothing it into his
muscles. The lights in the room reflected off every glistening black contour.
The girls screamed as he flexed for them, before dropping his hands to his
erect cock, and displaying it to them. Angel knew he could keep that cock erect
as long as he needed to, that was one of Dexter’s special talents. One of the
women removed her panties and threw them to him. She watched him pick them up
and sniff the crotch, before draping them over his face and mouth and licking
them.

He took them off his face and beckoned the girl to go to him. She did
not hesitate in the slightest, joining him on the stage instantly.

Angel watched. He got her to lie on the floor and open her mouth. He
climbed over her and laid his cock on her face. She opened her mouth, eager for
him, licking his cock. The audience screeched their encouragement. Angel
laughed and left, just as he was slowly sliding his cock into her waiting mouth.

Everything was fine in that room clearly. He was playing with those
girls like so many dolls, and they loved it. That’s what Desires was all
about—sex, sex, and loads more sex. So long as the customers were happy, they
would continue to come, and that made Angel happy.

Angel walked down to the feast room. Angel usually tried to avoid
the feast room, not because she found it distasteful, but because she valued
her waistline. The kind of foods people liked to eat off each other tended to
be high-calorie foods. After all, wouldn’t you rather lick whipped cream off
your partner’s cock than nibble broccoli off his nipples? Now and again she
indulged, but only rarely. One woman had apparently stuck shed loads of
strawberries up her whipped-cream covered pussy, as she was ejecting them one
at a time into her partner’s open mouth. Another man had totally covered his
cock and balls in chocolate sauce and he had two enthusiastic girls helping him
clean it off.

She continued to the bondage room. Marie, dressed in full bondage
gear, had a man strapped up on the bondage table. His face was obscured by a
gimp mask, nipple clamps hung off his chest, and she was whipping his cock with
a little cat-o’-nine-tails, snarling abuse at him. All well there, then.

Angel headed back to reception. As she arrived, a couple came in who
made her smile and raise her hand in greeting. Chrissie and Jason were regulars
to Desires—they had been coming for years. It was their escape, their ‘us’ time
when the pressures of a young family got too much. Some couples went on date
nights, or booked a romantic weekend away. Chrissie and Jason came here.

“Hello there,” she said, closing the distance between them and
pressing kisses on their cheeks. “How are you both?”

“Great, thanks,” Jason answered. He was broad, tall and muscular, with
short dark hair. “We’re looking forward to this weekend.”

“What have you planned for this evening?”

“We thought we might try the orgy room. We fancy being a little more
adventurous tonight,” Chrissie answered. Angel smiled at her. Chrissie was a
stunning woman, standing at about five foot seven, medium build, large beautiful
breasts and long glowing red hair.

“You should have fun—that room is in full swing tonight,” Angel replied.
“Have a fantastic evening.”

They said their goodbyes and the couple made their way upstairs to
their room.

Angel wandered over to the computer, idly bringing up Dan’s schedule.
Her heart began to thud and she felt as if she were going to be sick when she
saw Stacie’s name booked with Dan until tomorrow evening. She whirled on Bailey
and Shannon. “Who booked
her
in?” she
demanded of the surprised pair.

“Um, she asked about thirty minutes ago,” Bailey said, casting a
sidelong glance at Shannon. “She did ask us to leave it, but we contacted Dan
and he agreed.”

Angel stared at Stacie’s name on the computer screen, feeling her
stomach turn.
That wretched woman.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her face impassive.

“Angel, is there a problem?” Bailey asked, her voice soft.