Touching Angel's Desires (21 page)

Dan still looked mutinous.

“That’s an order!” she said, before standing up and glaring down at
him. “I’m still your boss!”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at her.

“You will agree to this or I’ll take Stacie off you and assign her
to someone else.” She glared him down and he finally buckled and dropped his
gaze back to the plate. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, triumphant. He
nodded slightly. “Good.” She swept off out of the restaurant, not looking back.

Chapter Seven

Happier, Angel headed off to check the rest of the facilities. She
had a job to do, and she wasn't about to let that pair stop her from doing it.
She headed for the conference/feast room. There was a meeting scheduled for
tomorrow so every trace of its alternative use had to be cleared away. The
feast room was very popular. People enjoyed covering one another with different
kinds of food, liquids, erotic fruits, whipped cream and body paints. And not
only covering each other either. Cucumbers and other phallic food items were
often requested.

She opened the door. It was pristine, just in need of some fresh
flowers placed around the room for tomorrow. There were quite a few important
people scheduled to attend. A few had been to the club before, but some were
new. Angel would be
organizing
a guided tour for her new business partners, to promote the
establishment as much as possible. The meeting had originally been planned for
a few weeks ago, but several crucial people couldn’t make it. As soon as they left,
the room would be transformed back into the feast room. Not for the first time,
Angel debated the possibility of having a dedicated conference room. But the
old argument came back to her, formal meetings which required so much space
happened so rarely, it was a waste of a room to devote one entirely to
meetings.

She took a seat at the top of the table staring down the table. She
imagined the room full of people. The sex industry was huge. So many people
made a good living out of it. Sex sells, there was no doubt about that. Some considered
it degrading, dirty, or perverted. Angel had heard them all. But sex should be
fun. If someone had a particular fantasy, what was the harm in having a safe
place to act it out? So long as no one got hurt, and everyone was happy and
willing, there was no harm in doing as you pleased. Too many people adhered to
ancient moralities that had no place in the modern world. Sex was beautiful,
natural, the most wonderful thing in the world. It wasn't wrong or shameful.
Nothing illegal went on in Desires, no one was forced. Apart from that, it was
Anything Goes
.

Angel brought her mind back to the impending meeting. She wasn’t
keen on presentations. She had to somehow be serious and that could be very
hard. She liked to see people relaxed, enjoying themselves, not sitting stone-faced
in boring meetings.

This coming week would be a challenge. She had meetings left, right
and centre, including an address to all her workers about the Saturday night’s
timetable. Angel had to make sure everyone was aware of what they’re doing. There
was no room for fuck ups. The coming weekend meant more money flowing to
Desires—lots more—and she needed to get a few more big companies on board as
partners.

Angel put her feet up on the table then dropped right back in the
chair, relaxing. Her mind prodded her. She needed to get her bottom into gear
and start making lists of all that still needed to be done before Saturday
night. This was set to be the biggest ball she’d ever hosted, if ticket sales
so far were anything to go by.

Sighing, she heaved herself to her feet and walked over to the
window, staring out onto the dismal cold grounds. During the summer it looked
beautiful out there. She had a team of gardeners to keep it in trim. The hot
tubs and the extensive grounds with their many opportunities for exhibitionism
were more popular than the house in the warm season.

Christmas was only a matter of weeks away. It was always an amazing
time of the year. People often came to the club for Christmas Eve, opening
their presents with their loved one. Christmas and sex—an unbeatable
combination. As well as the Christmas Eve party for the customers, she always
held a Christmas party for her workers only. Anything went at her Christmas
parties. They could take advantage of the facilities as much as they chose—all
on the house.

Angel left the conference room, putting a “Not in Use” sign on the
door and locking it behind her. She headed the reception, making sure the room
had been marked as not in use on the computer also. Either Shannon or Bailey
had already made the alteration, she was pleased to see.

Angel headed back to the main part of the house, bumping into Dexter
in the corridor.

“Hello there, honey,” he said, smiling to see her.

“Hey, Dexter, how are you this morning?”

“Wonderful. On top of the world,” he replied. He approached and
grabbed hold of her, pulling her into the now-empty orgy room. “I had this
extra hot woman last night, who took my cock amazingly.”

“Did she
now
, lucky bitch,” she said, smiling
at him.

“I just wondered what are my chances of having the boss again in the
near future?” His hand wandered south to caress her bottom. She allowed it.

“Well I can’t promise anything. You’d better not be a bad boy or you
might have to go over my knee,” she replied with a mock-scowl.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to go around annoying everyone, as I can’t
pass that up,” he told her. He leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, but
Angel turned her head, allowing him to kiss her cheek. “I will catch you later,
sexy boss.”

“I prefer Mistress Angel.”

“In that case, I will catch you later,” he said, pointing his finger
at her, “Mistress Angel.”

Angel smiled at him and followed him out of the room. He headed down
to the men’s changing room and she turned the opposite way, back to the
reception area trying to remember if Bailey and Shannon would be back on duty
yet. As her A-team, they often pulled double shifts over the weekend when it
was busy, and had time off in lieu during the week. Angel had a room set aside for
them where they could sleep between shifts, or they could go home if they
preferred. As she walked through the double doors, she heard a wolf whistle.
She turned. It came from Dexter, standing in the corridor outside the men’s
room. He obviously enjoyed himself last night, Angel thought as she let the
door swing shut behind her. She had also, but not the way she would have with Dan.
Dexter was simply a good fuck whereas Dan…she stopped that line of thought,
getting annoyed with herself once again.

She arrived at reception. Bailey and Shannon were indeed just coming
on duty. Relieved, Angel relaxed, knowing that she could ease off a little on
the reins of running the club and hopefully prepare herself for tomorrow’s meeting.
Her brain felt frazzled, there was so much running around in it. Tomorrow was
too important not to do her best.

“Hello, girls.”

“Hello, Angel,” they both said, taking their seats behind the
reception desk.

“Just a quickie, conference room…?”

Shannon interrupted her, “Closed,” she said, smiling at Angel.

“That is why you two are my A-team, you’re ace. Are you able to book
me a massage with Gwen? I desperately need to relax and recharge?”

“No problem, I’ll arrange it for you,” Bailey said, already bringing
up Gwen’s contact details on the computer.

The hair on Angel’s neck suddenly prickled. Dan was nearby, she knew
it. She could smell him, his very essence, that heady mixture of his cologne
and his masculine scent. Pheromones, she knew. Powerful little buggers they were.
She turned around. Dan and Stacie were walking toward her. Stacie didn’t look
happy and Dan looked worried. She forced a smile.

“Hello there, how is everything?”

“Fine, thank you,” Stacie answered.

“Dan,” Angel said, deliberately calming her breathing as she glanced
at him.

He barely nodded at her in acknowledgement, turning back to Stacie.
Angel couldn’t help herself from gazing at him, her eyes wandering up and down
his body, feeling every part of her body reacting to his presence.

“Dan has just been giving me a tour,” Stacie blurted.

Angel tore her gaze away from Dan and plastered on a polite face. “Wonderful,
and what do you think?” Not that she cared.

“Could do with more sex…”

Angel stared at her. What was she talking about?

“Joke,” she explained. Bailey gave an uncomfortable giggle. Angel
suppressed a feeling of utter loathing.

“Anything take your fancy?” she asked.

Stacie thought for a second. “The feast room looks good.”

“Feel free to use it whenever you like. Or if you prefer, you can
have anything ordered to your room.”

“Thanks,” she answered, not sounding all that keen. Bailey stood up
then and went into the back room. Angel looked at Dan, desperate to hear his
voice, feel his body next to hers, not wanting sex but love-making. She caught
herself and shook her head from the haze she seemed to have fallen into. What
on earth was she doing? Love-making was not in her dictionary.

Angel turned and began to walk off down to her office. Just as she
got to the corner, she stopped, watching Dan take Stacie’s hand and lead her up
to their room without even turning around to look at her. Her heart collapsed. How
would she ever control all these feelings?

“What time would you like Gwen?” Bailey called from the reception.
Angel heard her voice but ignored it, watching Dan and Stacie disappear up the
stairs, wishing she were the one going to a bedroom with him. “Angel?” she
called again.

Angel dragged her attention back and walked back to reception. “Any
time that’s best for her,” she answered, not really caring.

“Will four o’clock be all right?”

“Perfect,” she answered. Without wanting to examine her motives too
closely, she ran up the stairs rapidly, walking to Dan’s door. She pressed her ear
against the wood, desperately needing to hear his voice, or what they were
doing. Some tiny rational part of her brain screamed at her, horrified at how obsessed
she had become over this man. She ignored it. She could hear nothing from the
other side of the thick oak door, not even murmuring. She fought the urge to
drop to her knees and peer through the keyhole. Even she would not sink so low.
She sank onto the chair next to the door, her head in her hands.

She had never felt like this before, about anyone. Angel hurt deep inside,
her heart ached and her knees weakened. Her head erupted, not knowing what
direction to turn, desperately yearning to hold Dan. She considered for a brief
second mentioning her feelings to him, but rejected that idea aborning. What if
he didn’t feel the same, especially after the way she had been treating him,
commanding and controlling him, forcing him on her, doing things maybe he really
did not want to be doing. She couldn’t handle the rejection if he didn’t want
her the way she wanted him.

Dan was in that room with Stacie, probably having sex with her.
Images of them together tortured Angel. She stood up and stared at the door, unable
to make a decision. For the first time in her life she didn’t have a clue what
to do.

She stood at the door, trying to make sense of everything. How
should she react? Should she just walk away and forget the whole thing? She
remembered the conversation she’d had with Dan about bringing in a new man. Who
should she pick? She needed a real sleazebag—someone who would treat Stacie so
badly that she would flee from the club and never come back.

As she debated, Angel saw Mike walking toward her. She remained
standing outside the door as Mike drew closer.

“Is everything all right?” Mike asked. His blond hair flopped in
front of his blue eyes. He brushed it away.

“Yes, why?”

“No reason. Did you want Dan?”

“No, I was just wandering about. Why? What are you doing here?”

“I have come here to meet Dan. He asked me if I could help train
Stacie.”

Angel took a step back, surprise widening her eyes. “Are you here to
have sex with her?” she had to ask.

A mixture of shock and anger flooded her. Dan had actually obeyed
her inasmuch as he had arranged to bring someone else in, but he had chosen the
man himself. Mike wasn’t who Angel would have picked. She thought quickly.
Maybe this could still be salvaged.

“Yes, well at least that’s the plan. He isn’t quite sure how she’s
going to take it,” Mike was saying.

“Before you go in, I want you to know that Stacie needs help in
coming out of her shell. She wants…she needs to be talked dirty to. Tell her
that you’re going to fuck her real hard, and that she has fantastic boobs—that
kind of thing—no
nicey
nicey
romantic crap.”

“Are you sure?” Mike said, frowning. “That’s not what Dan said. He
said she likes it gentle.”