Touching Angel's Desires (2 page)

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.”