Touching Angel's Desires (25 page)

Angel smiled at everyone, her eye checking over their uniforms. Her
staff was usually required to dress up in very sexy uniforms, leaving little to
the imagination. But, on occasion, something slightly more restrained was
necessary. This was one of those occasions. So the girls wore tight white
blouses over their substantial assets, instead of just bras, skirts that came
to mid-thigh, instead of skimming their bottoms, and tights instead of
stockings. The men were smart in their white shirts and black ties.

She headed back to reception. The first guests were already arriving.
She stepped into action, greeting them all with a smile and a kiss on either
cheek. They gathered in the reception area while Angel greeted everyone, making
brief conversations, welcoming them to the club.

Luca, one of the sex toy wholesalers, had brought a few new samples
for her to look at. Desires could never have enough toys and there was always
someone who would give something new a try.

Margo, the bondage lady, arrived. She also always brought a variety
of samples, handcuffs, paddles, clamps, bondage clothing and many others. Margo
also sorted out the sex furniture providing the latest state of the art designs
and the most exciting and dirtiest instruments possible. No doubt her stall
would be exciting on the night and Angel couldn’t wait to see what was on
offer.

The man who came through the doors next, Ben, brought a look of
astonishment, then a smile to Angel’s face. She watched his eyes flick round
the room, clearly looking for her. Grinning, she hid behind one of the other
guests, watching him as he approached. She and Ben had a rather entertaining past.
Ben used to use his business as an excuse to come and play with Angel. When her
mother ran the place, they had sex in as many rooms as possible, going for a
full house. They never did quite manage it in every room, Angel mused. Ben’s
business was selling and delivering lubricants, stimulants, edible licks,
massaging oils and potions, aphrodisiacs and, as Desires always needed these
products, he had a very good excuse to come and visit.

Only eighteen at the time, Angel found the whole adventure exciting,
especially as he was much older and married. Being part of an affair was
fascinating and addictive. The thought that she could tempt a man away from his
wife was thrilling. She always did wonder what the consequences would be if his
wife ever found out. Presumably, she never did.

She came out from behind the guest and took a few steps toward him.
He spotted her and smiled, coming over to her. The eye contact was electric as he
took hold of her hand, kissing it. He had amazing charm—he had easily pulled an
eighteen-year-old Angel into his seduction. Ben taught her a great deal, how to
impress and brainwash people, and how to be subtly manipulative, to induce
people into doing what she wanted or to a certain way of thinking, without them
being aware of it. She learned from him exactly how to show workers, clients
and colleagues who was the boss. Over the years, she had perfected that to a
fine art—Dan was the only person who was able to get away with pushing those
strict boundaries.

It was only when Angel took over Desires, and sex with Ben started
to get boring in comparison to the delights she was beginning to sample, that
she put a stop to the affair. Since then, he had sent his colleagues to deliver
his wares and she hadn’t seen him in those four years.

“You’re looking sensational,” he told her. “Still a very sexy
woman.”

“How are you, Ben?”

“Can’t complain. It’s good to be back here. The place looks amazing.”

“Thank you.” She pulled her hand away from his. The four years had
not been as kind to him as they had to her, now she saw him closely. He’d
looked good from a distance, but she spotted the beginnings of a little
jowliness
, and was that a slight paunch under the smartly
tailored shirt? To her eighteen-year-old self, he’d been worldly and wonderful.
Now he just looked a bit tired.

“You’re clearly doing a good job.”

“Thank you. Dedication pays off. Please excuse me,” she answered,
seeing yet another familiar face and moving off to greet them, smiling slightly
at the look of disappointment on Ben’s face.

The faces kept coming, some familiar, some new. Angel greeted each
one with a warm welcoming smile. They milled around the reception area catching
up. The world of erotica was a small world and everyone knew everyone else. Angel
did her best to keep everyone smiling while trying her hardest to avoid Ben.
Why had he come after four years of sending minions?

Finally, Libby quietly told her that everyone had arrived who was
expected. Angel walked up a couple of steps to lift her above the heads of the
crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you’d like to follow me, I think we’re
about ready to start,” Angel called over the chatter.

They followed her to the function room where they took their seats.
The restaurant staff sprang into action, offering everyone food and drink.
Angel accepted a cup of coffee, but refused a slice of the delicious-looking
cakes. Looking around she seethed somewhat at the sight of the men, and the
older women, who had evidently given in to the inevitable ravages of age and
gravity, tucking into the goodies, although the slimmer women eschewed, like
her. Their eyes met in sisterly communion, a mixture of smugness at their flat
bellies and envy of those who happily chomped on the creamy desserts.

Once everyone was settled, Angel composed herself, took a deep
breath and then stood up. All eyes turned to her, and she put on the best smile
she could muster.

“Hi, everyone. Welcome to Desires. Firstly, thank to you all for making
time out to be here. How wonderful it is to see some new faces and also the old
ones who always bring Desires such delight.” As she spoke, her gaze flashed
past Ben, who smirked at her annoyingly. “I look forward to getting to know all
of you who are new to Desires, and hope to see you again in the future.

“For those who are not aware of Desires’
raison d’être
, allow me to give you a quick briefing. Desires is
all about sex, whether it’s a romantic weekend for a couple wanting a bit of
erotic fun, or singles looking to hook up for some no-strings action. We offer
everything from easy sensual fun to full on bondage, no request is too small or
too much. We provide a range of services as standard, but will always consider
the request of any of our clients. We strive to offer the best service anywhere
in the country.”

Angel continued with all eyes on her. “Desires has a fantastic work
force that provides the highest standard of work. They enjoy working here and I
look after my staff. All my intimate workers are capable of dealing with pretty
much any fetish requests, as well as providing sex therapy in the form of
tutoring. Desires is all about fun, letting your hair down and being who you want
to be. Some clients have been attending the establishment for years. We have
many regulars and a steady influx of new clients.

“All my workers remain professional and discreet. We have a
significant number of celebrity clients who of course require absolute
discretion. Everything that happens within this building remains in this
building. All workers and clients have to sign contracts with confidentiality
clauses. I also do not permit emotional relationships between clients and
workers.”

“What happens if a relationship is established?” someone asked.

“The client’s contract is destroyed and the worker is disciplined.
If they refuse to break off the relationship, they lose their job. Desires must
remain professional, at all levels.”

“Have you ever had anyone who has attempted to release details about
Desires?” asked another.

“It is sometimes threatened, but has never happened. Usually, the person
has as much to lose by being exposed as a client of Desires, as the person they
wish to expose. I’ve had to call the lawyers in on a couple of occasions, but
usually it doesn’t come to that. And I have my own ways of handling disgruntled
ex-customers.”

The meeting continued with more questions being asked about the
contracts and how the club dealt with certain eventualities. Angel answered
without hesitation—her rulebook was well laid out. The next item on the agenda
was the ball on Saturday night. Everyone in the room would take some part in it,
either having a stall to sell their products or offering ideas and advice. From
there, the conversation turned to her themes and ideas for entertaining. Her
guests chimed in enthusiastically, offering fresh new ideas which were always
welcome.

The meeting took longer than expected and they had to break for
lunch before continuing. The room felt relaxed and many interesting comments and
observations were made. Angel always loved to hear constructive criticism or ideas
for improvement. She took all comments on board—offering the best service was
essential. Of course, with service to the public, it was impossible to please
everyone. There’s always the odd one who cannot help but stick a spanner in the
works. The room had developed a buzz as guests chatted amongst themselves.

“You run this establishment very well, Angel,” said Mr. Livingston,
who owned an erotic publishing company and would be selling books from a stall
on Saturday.

“Thank you very much.”

“I will certainly be bringing my wife next weekend, and if I may,
use the facilities.”

“Of course. Just let me know what you require and I will be more
than happy to oblige.”

After the meeting, a few stayed behind for a guided tour of the club.
Others, who had visited previously on several occasions, left to get on with
other business, bidding Angel farewell, “Until next Saturday!”

Angel headed to the piano bar for a drink. She ordered at the bar
and sat at a table, taking a long sip to unwind before spreading her notes out
before her. Ideas buzzed around her head and she started to scribble a few
things down that she hadn’t had chance to during the meeting. This coming weekend
was going to be the biggest for Desires. Everything had to be perfect. It would
be crazy, and exciting.

“Well, well, well, how are you my sexy Angel?”

Angel lifted her head to see Ben lowering himself into a chair next
to her. She stared at him, surprised. She thought he had left with the others,
but clearly not. “What can I do for you?”

He moved closer to her, leaning across the table. She backed away.
He didn’t improve with proximity. “Well, my sexy Angel, I was wondering…” he
said, reaching his hand under the table to touch her upper thigh. She pulled it
away. Surely he didn’t think he stood a chance? “I wouldn’t mind having some
sexy fun,” he said, waggling his eyebrows up and down.

“And what do I get out of it?”

He moved back and looked at her strangely. “My cock.”

She smiled. Not in a nice way. “And why should I have you, when I can
have any cock in the building?”

“You and I have history.”

“Yes, and?”

“Does that mean nothing to you?”

“No, not really.”

“Why not?”

“Babe, I’ve moved on. To bigger cocks, and more interesting men.”
The past was then and this was now and he might still be the same
plonker
, but she wasn’t the same silly teenage girl with a
stupid crush.

“Can we not have one for old time’s sake?”

She looked at him and despised him. She searched her heart for some
remnant of the feelings she had once felt. Back then, Angel hadn’t been able to
see enough of him, but now, everything was different.

“Look Ben, thanks, but no thanks. I really don’t need to.”

His face dropped. Angel felt a tiny bit guilty, aware she had upset
him, but tough, in this life you don’t always get what you want. It was years
ago, she’d moved on. He had to, too.

“Come on, Angel,” he said, taking hold of her hand and placing it to
his mouth, kissing it. Angel pulled her hand away. The thought of him
slobbering over her was repulsive. She suddenly wondered why he’d come after
her again after all these years. She glanced down at his wedding finger. The
ring was off. He’d always worn it when he was with her. Maybe his wife had
finally found out about his philandering and thrown him out, so he thought he’d
try his luck with his old flames. Well, he was out of luck with Angel. She no longer
needed him in her life unless it was simply for business.

“Angel,” he said, in what he probably thought was a persuasive tone
of voice, poking his face into hers, attempting to kiss her. She turned her
head and pulled back.

“Please, Ben. I am honestly not interested. I have far too much to do.
I don’t have time for sex.”

“Oh come on, Angel. You always make the time for sex. You love it.”

“Yes, I enjoy it when I have the time, and with a partner of my
choice. Our relationship is past and gone.”

“You never turned me away before.”

“No, I didn’t. It was sex. I had fun and I wasn’t bothered about who
I shagged.”

“And now you are?”

“Yes, I bloody well am. I have respect for myself,” she said, starting
to get angry.

“You seriously expect me to believe that?”