Touching Angel's Desires (24 page)

She replied with a smile, not wanting them to get too excited. “Is
Dan in there?”

“Yes he is. Would you like him?”

“I do,” she said. Mike widened the door for her entrance. Angel
entered the room. It was littered with cans and food wrappers. She glanced
around, unimpressed. Was it really too much to ask to keep the room in a fit
state? She inhaled a deep breath—the room smelled of male sweat. She watched
all the guys sit up as they became aware of Angel’s presence. Hands grabbed her
from behind around the waist and she felt flesh pressed against her. She
twisted in the man’s arms. It was
Malc
, naked, his
cock dangling unattractively. Angel pulled away from him, annoyed.
Malc
shouldn’t even be in here. He was a client. He was
friends with Larry, who
was
staff.
Larry got
Malc
girls he probably wouldn’t be able to
get by himself, girls who didn’t mind a threesome with the debonair Larry, so
long as they didn’t have to look at his uglier friend. His hands grabbed,
trying to get her back and she took a step away.

Angel turned around seeing Dan, sitting chilled out on the couch,
holding a can in his hand. Her eyes met his. He stared at her, then looked
away, back at the television. She felt her bottom getting pinched. She ignored
it.

“So boss, are you fancying a good gang bang?” she heard. She turned
her head to see Dave sitting on the couch. He had popped his cock out, and was
playing with it, looking at her lewdly.

“No, I am here on business.”

“I bet you are,” he answered. They all laughed.

“I need to talk to you, Dan,” she said glaring at him. He turned
those big brown drowning eyes on her. The expression in them made her recoil.

He took another sip from his beer then he stood up. He headed to the
back of the room where the changing rooms and lockers were, including the showers.
She followed him. On arrival at the wet room, she saw a man naked in the shower,
but she ignored him and continued following Dan. He stopped and turned around.

“What is it?” he said, spitting the words out. “Why are you
following me?”

“I just needed to check you were okay,” she said. She should really
tell him off for presuming to speak to her like that. If he wasn’t careful,
he’d be out of a job. The next second, she melted. She knew she would never
fire him.

“I’m fine,” he replied, turning around to leave her.

“Where are you going?”

“You asked, I gave you my answer. Now I’m heading back to my mates. Was
there something else you wanted?”

Angel quickly tried to think of someone else to ask him, to draw out
the conversation. Her mind drew a blank. “Are we able to go to my room?” she
asked him, desperate with her need to be with him.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

Angel’s heart broke a little bit more. The man from the shower came
into the changing room wearing a towel around his waist. It was Chris, whose nickname
was Stallion for obvious reasons. “Everything okay, boss?”

“Yes, thank you, just needed a quickie,” she answered. When Chris
looked at her with interest, his eyebrows lifting, it dawned on her that she’d said
the wrong thing. Chris dropped his towel, revealing his massive cock, already
semi-interested.

“Do you fancy?”

“No,” she answered, seeing Dan escaping the room. “Dan,” she called
out.

He stopped abruptly, turning around to glare at her. “What?”

“I need to talk to you in private,” she said, going for an
authoritative tone in front of Chris.

“There is nothing you need to say to me that you can’t say in front
of Chris,” he told her. She turned around, glancing at Chris who was dressing,
seemingly unconcerned by her earlier abrupt refusal.

“I don’t like this atmosphere between us.”

“Well you caused it.”

“I honestly thought I was helping. You have never had a girl like
Stacie before, that needed training from the beginning. I thought that bringing
in another man might boost her confidence further.”

“Angel, she was in her second day. She wasn’t the kind of girl to be
rushed. Also, I was taking it slower so she would book further sessions and I could
earn some easy cash,” he said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.
“And as for me fancying her…yes, she is beautiful, got an amazing body, and is
stunning. Of course I fancied her. I fancy lots of women. Anyone would think you
were jealous.”

“Don’t talk such rubbish,” Angel snapped. “I was more worried about your
contract. I cannot risk my workers falling in love with a client,” she replied.
She was shaking, hoping he couldn’t tell she was feeding him a line.

“Well, either way, it doesn’t matter. She’s gone, so you can stop
worrying about your bloody contract,” he told her. Chris walked past them,
leaving the room.

Dan turned around, walking away, leaving her standing in the
changing room. She needed to get back control of this situation. She had to
remain professional. Dan could not know anything about her feelings. He had already
come too close to guessing. Jealous? She certainly was.

Head high, she walked back in the room seeing Dan slouched on the
couch once again. The other men lazed around watching the porno, chatting or preparing
to head home with only a few left to work. The club calmed down on Sunday
nights as many of the clients headed back to work the next day.

She left the room and leaned against the wall by the door, sucking
in a deep breath. How could an emotional hurt cause an actual physical pain?
She wrapped her arms around her stomach, as if holding it could ease the awful
sick feeling inside. She wished Dan would just take notice of her so all the
acting could stop. Her world revolved around him—she yearned for him more than
anything, treasuring the thought of him holding her tight, feeling his breath
on her skin, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. How much more could her
stricken body take?

Angel saw Dexter approaching from down the corridor. He grinned at
her. She gave him a hesitant smile back. He walked past her, entering the room.
She stopped and thought. Should she head back in and drag Dexter back out.
Maybe seeing her with someone else would get Dan jealous. However, if he didn’t
feel the way she was, then he wouldn’t. But maybe it would be a test, to see
exactly what his reaction would be.

She re-entered the room. All the men looked at her, including Dan, awaiting
her orders, or her action. “Dexter, I need you to fuck me,” she told him,
glaring at Dan, who didn’t even flinch. Not a single flicker of reaction
crossed his face.

Dexter needed no further invitation. He strode toward her
immediately, a big stupid smug grin on his face. He pulled down the front of
her dress, popping out her boobs. Angel saw all the men watching avidly. She
looked at Dan. He simply looked annoyed, as if they were blocking his view,
craning his neck to see around them to the porno on the television. He wasn't
looking at her at all. Dexter turned her, pushing her up against the wall,
pulling up the skirt of her dress and trying to get his fingers in her panties.

“Fancy a threesome?” another voice came. Angel turned her head to
see Chris standing beside her, his cock already out, stiff and hard. “We could
spitroast
you, boss!”

Angel quickly grabbed Dexter’s hand. “Not here,” she said, pushing
her boobs back in again and marching him out the room. She dragged Dexter down
the corridor toward reception. “You go down to my office. I’ll be thirty
seconds,” she told him. He smacked his hand against her bottom and headed down
the corridor. Angel watched him go.

“Shannon,” she said, walking into the back office and indicating she
should follow. Shannon came in. “Come to my office in five minutes and rescue
me,” she said, without allowing Shannon to answer or ask questions. She left
the room, heading to her office, aware Dexter would be waiting for her, no
doubt excited and possibly already naked.

Her plan had completely gone screwy. Surely there should have been some
form of reaction from Dan, but nothing, absolutely nothing. What did she have
to do to make him love her?

Angel stood before the office door, trying to buy some time before
she had to go in. Maybe she needed to give him some time. If he did have
feelings for Stacie, then he needed to get over her. At the moment, he hated
Angel, for splitting them up, but that would pass. He would come back to her,
she was sure of it. She inhaled a deep breath then entered the office.

Dexter stood waiting for her, still clothed, thankfully. She hip-swayed
over to him, pressed her body over his and they began kissing. She felt his hands
running up and down her body. He grabbed her bottom with one hand and began to
squeeze her left breast with the other. He stuck his tongue down her throat
while she wondered how bloody long Shannon would be. He backed her up against
the desk, lifting her skirt as he went, trying to yank her panties down.

“Patience, dear,” she cautioned, removing his hand.

“It’s not like you to be coy,” he said in surprise, rearing his head
back to look at her.

“Why rush, when we can take our time?”

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her again. Instead she pushed his
head down to her cleavage, unable to bear his slobbery tongue again. He popped
out her breast and began sucking on it, great
slurpy
sucks like a giant baby. Behind his head, Angel lifted her wrist to stare at
her watch. She moaned and kept his head pressed into her breasts. This was
quite unusual, she mused. She had never been victim to unwanted sexual
advances, they were usually quite welcome. The feeling of someone doing things
to you that you didn’t want was quite distasteful. There was no response from
her body at all, as he did the things that normally would have her moaning. It
was as if all her sexual feelings had totally shut down. Was this how some
people felt all the time? It must be horrendous for them.

He spread her legs, trying to get at her pussy, urgently pressing
his trouser-clad cock into her groin. She began to panic. How much longer would
Shannon be? Would she have to fight him off? Or worse, go through with it?

Finally, after the longest five minutes of her entire life, a knock
sounded at the door. “What?” she called, trying to sound annoyed to have been
disturbed.

The door opened, Angel turned. Shannon popped her head around the
doorframe. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, Angel, but we have a slight
problem.”

“Can you not deal with it?” Angel said, wanting to make the
conversation as real as possible. She fervently hoped Shannon would
realize
she was acting.

“No, I’m afraid not,” she answered. Angel relaxed and released
Dexter.

“I’m sorry, babe,” she said, giving the bottom lip while staring
into his dark brown eyes, pretending to looking gutted.

“I can wait.”

“She could be a while,” Shannon told him.

“Maybe we can catch up during the week,” Angel said to him, pushing
him away from her. Dexter reluctantly headed to the door.

“Count on it!” he said, then pulled the door shut behind him. Shannon
entered the room and Angel heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Shannon said,
hovering.

“I wish I knew myself.”

* * *
*

Angel woke up, the cold winter sun blasting through her window. She
glanced at the alarm clock. Typical—two minutes before it was due to go off.
Why was it always the case? If she had to wake up early, why not an hour earlier
instead? Then at least she could go back to sleep. She yawned, scrubbed at her
eyes and had a good stretch, wondering what today would bring her. She hoped
for a very successful day with no major hiccups, but there were bound to be
some, there always were. The alarm clock blared and she sat up and switched the
damn thing off.

She got up and grabbed a quick shower, thinking about her ‘business’
look. She dried and straightened her long dark hair and carefully applied her makeup.
Not too dark, she didn’t want to scare the important business people off with a
Goth look. Not too girly sweet either. A no-nonsense power look was called for
today. On went her pinstripe skirt suit with a crisp, white blouse teamed with
what she called her business heels, which were a little
clunkier
than her sexy heels.

Angel headed to her office. A large folder lay on the desk, which
contained all the information for today’s meetings that she had printed and
sorted last night. She picked it up and went to the reception where Libby and
Sophie were sitting looking smart, ready and waiting for the attendees to
arrive. The restaurant staff were waiting to be given their instructions for
the day’s meeting. She gave them a quick briefing then sent them to their
posts. The guests were expected to begin arriving shortly and she had to check
everything was ready.

She dashed to the function room. The fresh flowers were in place and
a clean glass sat at every place, along with jugs of fresh water at intervals.
Some of the restaurant staff waited at the back with trolleys bearing plates of
cakes and biscuits set out in mouth-watering displays, and large insulated
flasks of tea and coffee. If requested, something stronger could be obtained
from the bar, although Angel hoped alcohol wasn’t going to be on the agenda—she
needed everyone fully focused on the job in hand. But, as a good hostess, it
was available if necessary.