Touching Angel's Desires (34 page)

Angel licked her lips in preparation. Once it was said it couldn’t
be unsaid. She sat back down next to him considering her words carefully.

“There is a woman here at Desires who I need to get rid of.”

“Get rid of?” Larry’s eyebrows flew up in alarm and Angel instantly
saw what he was thinking.

“Not, not like that. I mean, I want her to leave Desires and not
come back.

“What has she done to you?”

“You don’t need to know that. All you need to know is that she has
to go. She is Dan’s client at the moment—he is meant to be tutoring her. I need
her to be treated really, really badly, like a whore. That’s where you come
in.”

“If I touch one of Dan’s clients, he will kill me.”

“Leave that to me. I’ll handle Dan. Anyway, if I can get Dan out of
the picture, if he isn’t around, then who’s to stop Stacie from accidentally
falling in with the wrong person?”

“Meaning me?”

“Yes you. I need you to treat her as badly as you possibly can. I
will get her away from Dan, you just do the rest.”

“I can do that,” he said with a smug grin. “My my, what can she have
done to you for you to go to so much trouble?”

“Never you mind. Are you with me? It could get nasty after.”

“You know I can handle whatever is given to me.”

He sat staring in the glass, twisting it as he considered. “What’s
in it for me?”

Angel had already anticipated this and replied instantly. “A bonus
equivalent to a weekend’s wages.”

“A week!” Larry countered.

“Three days.”

“Five.”

“Four and no more.”

“Done!”

Angel smiled to herself. She had anticipated his greed also, and had
deliberately started low. What he didn’t know was that she would have paid him
a month’s wages just to get rid of Stacie for her.

“You really hate this woman,” he said, looking at her.

“You bet.”

“I would hate to be on your bad side. So what is it that she’s
done?”

“You don’t need to know that,” Angel reminded him, not liking the
intense look that came into his eyes.

“Don’t forget you’re the one that needs the favour.” He stared at
her, his eyes seeming to see right into her mind. “It’s Dan, isn’t it? She’s
got her hands on Dan, and you’re jealous.”

“Listen, I just need this favour. Why is of no matter.”

Larry moved forward, moving closer to her on the sofa. He put the
whisky on the coffee table and placed his hand on her thigh.

“My price just went up,” he whispered in her ear.

“How much?” she breathed.

“Oh, Angel, Angel, I don’t want your money.”

She felt the pit of her stomach churning, knowing exactly what was
coming.

“I will do this for you—it’s just so deliciously evil. But I want
something from you too,” he replied, kissing Angel on the lips. She hesitated,
but needed to keep him sweet.

“What?”

“Do I have to spell it out?”

He slipped a hand inside her robe, squeezing her breast
uncomfortably.

“Oh, Angel, you deliciously filthy little slut,” he whispered in her
ear. He undid her robe and opened it wide, looking down at her body.

Angel tensed. She didn’t want this. But she’d been a fool not to
anticipate it. Since he started working here, Larry had wanted her, the one
woman he couldn’t have. And she’d just given him power over her.

“You are one sexy bitch,” he said, running a finger between her
breasts down to her navel.

Angel didn’t answer, cringing. But if it was necessary, she would do
it. Getting Stacie out of the club was paramount, and if that meant having sex
with Larry, then so be it. At least she wouldn’t have to pretend to enjoy it.
He would probably prefer it if she didn’t.

He sat back on the sofa then. “Get my cock out!” he ordered her. She
leaned over to do it, but he stopped her. “Naked.”

Angel stood, shucking her robe and dropping it on the floor where it
pooled about her. She knelt between Larry’s legs on the floor, looking up at
him with huge eyes. He smirked and spread his legs, reaching forward to get his
whisky before settling himself comfortably.

She undid his belt, then his fly, reaching inside to pull out his
cock. It was certainly big enough to please.

“Well, it won’t suck itself, bitch,” he remarked.

She bent over and took him in her mouth, as she had so many cocks
before. Mechanically, she slid him in, relaxing her throat to take him all the
way.

“Christ Almighty!” she heard from above. If she could have smiled,
she would have. The reaction from men when they
realized
she could deep-throat was always most
gratifying. She pulled off him again, fluttering her tongue all the way up,
before plunging down on him again. “Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my dick, you dirty
bitch!”

She let him take hold of her head, twisting her hair around his fist
before guiding her up and down, thrusting as far as he could. Groans of delight
came from over her head and she closed her eyes and let him fuck her mouth.
Dribbles of saliva wet her mouth and she let them drip. He pulled her off his
cock and dragged her head up to look at him, twisting her nipple in a vicious
pinch.

“Fight me,” he said in a low voice.

“What?” Angel shook her head, not understanding.

“I want you to fight me.” His eyes gleamed with excitement and Angel
understood. He wanted to rape her. Or at least, fake rape her. It was probably
his ultimate fantasy, hopefully one he had never tried out for real.

She began to bat at his hands. “No, Larry, please. Please don’t. I
don’t want this!”

He pulled her head close to him, sticking his tongue far down her
throat as his other hand pinched and twisted her breast.

“Be quiet, whore! You’re lucky I look at you at all.” His voice
oozed contempt and she wondered how much of it was role-play. He wouldn’t have
much of a fight if he didn’t let her go, she thought. His hand was so tight in
her hair she could barely move. He
realized
the same thing and let her go, throwing her to the ground before
standing up, towering over her. “I’m going to do you a favour, whore. I’m going
to let you receive my cock.”

He toed off his shoes and pulled down his trousers, yanking off his
jacket and shirt quicker than she would have thought possible as she writhed
naked on the floor. She managed to get up, running across the room away from him.

He closed the distance between them in a few strides, grabbing her around
the waist and pulling her close in a grotesque parody of intimacy. He reached
down below and shoved several fingers inside her, then raised his eyebrows.

“Well, you’re wet down here. Maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too
much!”

His thumb glanced over her clitoris and she jumped, feeling arousal
flood her. To her shock, she found she
was
enjoying it, just a little anyway. Maybe there was something in this whole rape
fantasy thing, after all.

He wrapped his mouth around her left nipple, using his teeth to grip
the nipple. Angel wailed in pain. His iron arm gripped her around the waist,
held her in place—she was at his mercy, knowing nothing she could do would stop
the man from taking advantage. She shivered with an odd excitement. Of course,
if she could get to the panic button, she could stop this, if she wanted to.
But she wasn’t entirely sure she did.

He backed her up against a wall, grabbing her hand and forcing it
down to his cock. His cock jerked as soon as she touched it and he groaned
fiercely. “Oh God, I’ve got to have you,” he ground out.

“No,” she spat at him, remembering her role and trying to twist away
from him. She ran across the room and he rugby-tackled her, landing on top of
her on the carpet. He held onto the back of her head and pushed it into the
floor, making her gasp. He covered her body with his and used his knees to
spread her legs wide. Her cunt spread wide before him, he set his cock at her
opening and shoved it in. Angel gasped, and not just because of his sudden
entrance, but because he was not wearing a condom. She wriggled and bucked,
trying to get him off her. His weight held her down and her struggles only
seemed to excite him.

“You’re so wet. You’re loving this aren’t you. You bitches all love
to be raped—you just pretend you don’t.”

He fucked her hard and viciously, whispering
vilenesses
in her ear. Angel was left struggling for breath, taken aback by the fierceness
of his possession. It stunned her to realize how vulnerable she might be in the
instance of a true attack. If Larry, or any other man, had been genuinely
trying to rape her, she was not honestly sure she would be able to fight him
off. Any frisson of pleasure she might have had—and this rape fantasy might be
worth pursuing in the future—came abruptly to an end when Larry groaned and
orgasmed
inside her.

Luckily all her workers were required to have regular STD checks,
and she was on the Pill, so hopefully there wouldn’t be a problem, but how dare
he not wear a condom! It was one of the most paramount rules of Desires.

“You fucking idiot!” she said, when he pulled out and released her.

“What?” He spread his hands, looking genuinely puzzled.

“You didn’t put a bloody condom on, is what!”

He smirked, not in the least repentant. “Rapists don’t wear
condoms.”

“You’re a sick fucker, Larry.”

“So they tell me.”

He stood up and sauntered through into her bedroom without asking.
Hearing the sound of water running, she assumed her had gone through to clean
up. She stood up and pulled her robe around her tightly. He wandered back and
started casually pulling on his clothes. Angel glanced at the clock. She could
do with him hurrying up. She needs to scrub herself clean down below and
reapply her makeup.

“The ball will be starting very soon,” she told him, trying to
encourage him to leave.

“Yes,” he answered, sitting down to put on his socks and shoes.
“This Stacie…” he said.

Angel panicked, worried he had changed his mind. “What about her?”

“Is she beautiful?
Fuckable
?”

“Yes, she is. Very
fuckable
. Massive breasts,
a rather tasty-looking pussy. You’ll love her.”

“I see, so not only does she have your man, but she’s a stunner.”

“What’s your point, Larry?” she asked, annoyed about his ‘your man’
comment. The man might be a twat, but he could read her scarily accurately.

“No point at all. I am totally pointless. So what’s the plan?”

“I’ll get Dan out of the way then point her out to you.”

“What if I’m not around and busy fucking another number?”

Angel stared at him. “For the bonus you’re getting, you’d better
bloody not be.”

“Fair enough. For that, and the pleasure of fucking one of Dan’s
girls, I’ll abstain just this once.” He picked up his jacket and swung it over
his shoulder before walking to the door. “Bye, Angel,” he said, blowing a kiss
before he finally left.

Angel headed back to her room. Unfortunately, there was no time for
a full shower. She made do, scrubbing at her genitals with a soapy washcloth.
She applied her face as quickly as she dared, then stuck her feet into a
spidery thong, dragging it up to her hips. She had just taken the dress off the
hanger when another loud knock filtered through to the bedroom. She grabbed her
robe once again and went to the door.

“Hello, baby. You not ready yet?” It was Dexter, looking very smart
and actually quite sexy in his tuxedo and bow tie.

“Nearly. Come on in. I’ll be two seconds,” she said, holding the
door open wide.

He would have followed her into the bedroom, but she frowned and
indicated the sofa. “I’ll be right out,” she said pointedly.

She went back to her room and picked up the dress again, sitting on
the edge of the bed to pull it on over her legs. She pulled it up and settled
the diamante band over her nipples, making sure it wouldn’t slip. Not that she
minded getting her tits out, but generally she preferred to choose the moment,
rather than have a wardrobe malfunction choose it for her. She pushed her feet
into the silver platform stilettos then checked herself out in the full-length
mirror. Show-time!

She turned to face the bedroom door, then paused, knots in her
tummy. She was not anxious about the ball – she knew that would go well, but about
Larry and Stacie. Would it actually work? She dismissed her worries. It had to
work. Larry would treat her so badly she would flee Desires in tears, never to
return. She drew in a deep breath and opened the door. As she walked out into
the office, Dexter’s jaw dropped.

“Wow, you look astonishing.”

“Thank you.” She walked to him and took his outstretched arm and
they walked together down the corridor.