Touching Angel's Desires (20 page)

The bar and the hall were to be transformed for next weekend’s big
event, the erotic ball. The ball was held twice a year. It was always a major
success, but took plenty of
organizing
. She had been working on it for months and it was almost ready.

She loved to
organize
the erotic ball. Many erotic companies were invited, bringing
displays, advertising themselves, setting up stalls, and encouraging people to
have more fun with their sex lives. The event was ticket-only and people came
from all over the world, not just all over the country, to attend. Angel had to
make sure everything was perfect, no screw-ups accepted. All her staff had to work
their butts off. Extra staff and security were brought in. She’d even booked
one of the most well-known radio DJs in the country to host the event. He was a
regular visitor to the club, unknown to his many world-wide fans.

She re-entered the hall, knowing from tomorrow the room’s transformation
would begin. Bailey and Shannon had their final to-do lists, those last minute
details. She didn’t know what she’d do without those two—they were her stars,
she thought affectionately. Angel loved working with them. They were always
around for the big events and deputized for her when she had a prior engagement.
They helped with orders and kept the place ticking over. They took bookings,
cancellations, and made sure they knew exactly how many people were wandering
around the building for fire regulations. Nothing escaped these girls, they
were amazing—her own personal angels, she thought, smiling at her own whimsy.
She even called them her Angel girls.

What would she do if they left? She hoped they never would. They
were her strength and kept her head above water when things went wrong. They
looked after her and she looked after them, giving them a generous salary and
free rein to use all Desires’ facilities.

She left the great hall, wandering through the double doors,
following her usual morning routine. When she approached the orgy room, though,
her steps paused. Flashes of memory intruded in her mind, images of Dan and
Stacie having sex, her cries, his moans, their final blissful moment together.
Her stomach heaved and she swallowed her gorge with difficulty. She forced
herself to stand at the door, watching the cleaners taking up the sheets. She
looked at the spot where they had been last night, wishing she could somehow
block out the cruel memories. Even when she shut her eyes, they were still
there. There was no respite.

A tear broke free from her lashes and wandered down her cheek,
taking its time rounding the contours of her face. It tickled and she brushed
it off, irritated at the physical betrayal of her torment. Angel walked off,
deciding to forgo the rest of the inspection. She couldn’t let the staff see
her like this. She was Angel, Iron Lady, tough as old boots. She didn’t cry.
And she certainly didn’t let a man get to her.

As she passed the formal restaurant, she smelled the aroma of breakfast.
Her stomach rumbled, the scent drawing her in. The barman came over.

“Good morning, Angel.”

“Morning,” she replied. She looked around, not seeing half as many
people as she expected. Clearly many were still in bed after their late
evening. Her body froze when she saw Stacie sitting alone at a table in the
corner. She stood for a moment wondering what do to. Should she sit alone, or
go and join Stacie. She didn’t particularly want to talk to the woman, but at
least she might be able to get some information from her, especially about Dan.

Angel glanced back at her. Stacie was looking over at her, her
expression one of trepidation. Stacie quickly turned her head away. Angel
sensed she intimidated her, which pleased her. Deciding, Angel ordered her breakfast
then walked over to Stacie’s table. “Good morning, Stacie. May I join you?” Angel
looked down at the woman, loathing the sight of her, wishing she could drag her
out of the club by that long hair and throw her down the steps.

“Sure.”

Angel folded her long legs into the chair opposite Stacie. “No Dan?”
she asked.

“No, he’s sleeping.”

Stacie was not looking glamorous in the slightest this morning,
Angel thought smugly. Her hair was thrown up in a clip and she wore no makeup.
However, her boobs in the fitted T-shirt she wore looked fantastic. Angel knew
Dan would love them. He had a weakness for large breasts. She wished Dan could
see Stacie looking so unkempt though. No wonder she had snuck out without
waking him up—she looked a mess.

“So you’re enjoying your own company?”

“I guess so.”

“How are you finding Desires?” Angel asked. Stacie looked anxious at
the question and paused before answering. As she pondered, the waiter brought
Angel the black coffee she had ordered.

“It’s different,” Stacie said, when the waiter had gone.

“It certainly is, thank goodness, or I’d be out of a job! Couldn’t
be doing with competition. Dan tells me you are doing very well.” Angel watched
Stacie take a sip of her own coffee. “I’m really pleased to hear that,” she
added.

“Even after yesterday?” Stacie said, lowering her head.

“You mean that whole thing with James? I wouldn’t worry about it. We’re
all entitled to our own opinions. Personally, I was more bothered about what he
said to Dan. He shouldn’t be judging Dan’s fantastic work.” Angel said grinding
her teeth. “I don’t accept that behaviour, especially when it involves someone
who works here. If Dan was bad at his job then I would have certainly looked
further into the situation, in private, but as I know Dan is amazing then I
don’t have to. James was badly in the wrong. If anything, he needs to be
examining his own attitude.”

“Do you actually run this place then?”

Angel sat staring directly at her wondering why she asked such a
fucking crazy, off the cuff question, but she would answer, as she wanted to
ask her own questions.
Keep her sweet Angel…keep her sweet.
“Yes. The
people who come here have been coming for years and I enjoy seeing the same
people as well as meeting new people. My mother used to run it. Now she just sits
in the back and watches me run around screaming the orders which amuses her. I
enjoy running the place, maintaining its good reputation. And I love bossing
people about,” she said, faking a laugh. God, it was hard to pretend to be
civil.

“I bet. Have you been running it long?”

“About four years. When my mother used to run it, I spent quite a
few weekends here watching her, and occasionally having the odd dabble.”

“Did you work here?” Stacie looked surprised, shocked even.

“I used to help out with the admin side of things, but nothing else.
If I indulged, it was strictly for pleasure only,” Angel said, bristling. What
right did Stacie have to be shocked after what she’d got up to last night? “I
also heard that you are a bit of a dark horse yourself.” Stacie’s eyes darted
about. Angel suppressed a smile, betting she was embarrassed about her behaviour.
She had probably been drunk and regretted it now.

“What do you mean?”

“I heard you went into the orgy room last night.” Stacie’s eyes went
huge and panicky. Angel sat back in the chair, satisfied with her reaction.
“Don’t look so frantic, I know about everyone in this building, no one escapes
my clutches, I can tell you. So what did you think?”

“Sorry?” Stacie said, clearly floundering. Angel frowned, annoyed at
her flakiness, eager to get to the truth.

“What did you think?” Angel repeated.

“It was okay.” She paused. “Dan joined me.”

“So, you enjoyed it then?”

“Yes, it was okay,” Stacie answered yet again. Angel was trying her
hardest to keep very cool. Last night had been one of the hardest of her life.
Watching her man fucking another woman, yet her response was merely that it was
okay
.

“Tell me, Stacie,” Angel said, as the waiter arrived with a rack of
toast and a small tray with little pats of butter and tiny pots of various
spreads. “What turns you on the most?” Angel spread a slice of toast with jam
and took a bite. Angel could see she was delaying her answer, wondering what
was going through her mind.

“I enjoy having my clitoris sucked,” Stacie answered. Angel was
surprised. She hadn’t expected her to come out with that answer.

Angel smiled. “God, yes that is fucking amazing. I have a slight
confession to make,” she said, wiping her mouth with the napkin. “I have to
have that at least once a day, it’s my addiction. I’m not all that bothered
about cock, but the clitoris, fucking hell…what an explosion, I just love the
build up and sensation, fucking hell…” she paused. “Mind blowing or what?”

“Yes, I must admit I’d forgotten how amazing it is.”

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll make sure Dan gives you one of our ‘keep
it quivering’ leaflets, regardless if you come back or not.” She paused and
took a sip of her coffee. “Are you coming back?” She desperately needed to ask
the question. She found herself anxious for Stacie’s answer, praying Stacie
would reply no, then she could have Dan back for herself. She sure as hell
wouldn’t make the mistake of giving him a gorgeous female again.

“I’m not sure.”
Hmm. Not sure
still wasn't yes!
Maybe she could still salvage this.

“Does all the testosterone put you off?”

She watched Stacie almost choked on her coffee. “No.”

“It can get too much, that’s why I’m pleased there is plenty of girl
on girl action here also. Has Dan shown you around Desires?”

“Only a little,” she replied. Angel saw Stacie’s gaze flick over
Angel’s shoulder and her expression soften. She turned to see, not that she
really needed to. Dan stood at the entrance to the restaurant, looking over at
them.

“Dan, come here,” Angel commanded. He obeyed with no hesitation.

“Good morning, Dan,” Angel said, then glanced at her watch
pointedly. “Only just, mind. Stacie said you needed your beauty sleep, so she
left you to it.”

“You should have woken me,” he told Stacie, taking a seat at the
table to Stacie’s left.

“Sorry, I just thought I should leave you.”

Angel stared at them, annoyed by their easy chat. “Nah, wake him up,
get his cock hard and shag him senseless for breakfast. A bit of sausage is
much more appetizing than scrambled eggs.”

Stacie looked from Angel to Dan, clearly shocked. Dan did not react,
although Angel sensed a tiny hint of disapproval.

The waiter arrived taking Dan’s order and cleared the table. Angel
suppressed the urge to scream at them, hit out, and pound her fist into
Stacie’s face so Dan would never look twice at her again. Adrenaline surged and
she knew she had to leave.

“Anyway, I feel I have outstayed my welcome, so I will leave you
both to it. Enjoy the rest of your time here at Desires, and I hope you will
come back,” Angel managed, before standing up and all but running out of the
restaurant. Her stomach churned, her fists clenched. She stood outside the
restaurant deliberately calming her breathing. She would have to insist on the
addition of another man. It might be the one thing to drive Stacie away. And
Dan couldn’t argue any more that she wasn't ready for it, not after their
little display in the orgy room last night. Stacie would probably hate Dan for
it, and it would send her fleeing.

She stood at the restaurant door, taking a tiny step forward so she
could see without being seen. Angel watched Dan gazing into Stacie’s eyes. Pain
and anguish overcame her and she wanted to die. Maybe she should just tell him
how she felt. Stacie was just a client. Maybe she was imagining all of this. If
she were up front with him, they could be together properly and run Desires as
a partnership. A fleeting childhood fantasy of white dresses and veils
fluttered across her mind. She thrust it away viciously. She didn’t want to be
in love. She could fight this.

Dan’s breakfast arrived. He dug in. Angel found herself watching him
eat. The very movements of his mouth fascinated her. The way his full lips
worked around the food reminded her of the way he used those lips on her to
bring her pleasure.

She was jolted out of her reverie when Stacie stood up and almost
ran out of the room. Angel quickly ducked behind the open door—the last thing
she needed was for Stacie to find her spying on them. Stacie trotted past,
oblivious to Angel lurking in the shadows. Angel watched as she disappeared
round the corner, and then she re-entered the restaurant.

She sat quickly next to Dan, not knowing how long she would have.

“I want you to bring in another man with Stacie,” she said. No point
messing around.

“We already had that conversation,” Dan protested.

“Yes, we did. But that was before Little Miss Shy decided to bare
all in the orgy room. You said she wasn’t ready. I think she is. I want you to
take her round the club—show her all the bits you haven’t shown her yet. All
the more extreme areas. Really open her eyes.”

Dan was silent, a forgotten forkful of food in mid-air. “Who did you
have in mind?”

Angel paused. She hadn’t thought of that. It would have to be
someone to put her off the club totally. “I’ll find someone suitable, don’t
worry. I’ll send him in. You just make sure she’s ready.”