Touching Angel's Desires (36 page)

“It’s up to Stacie,” Dan replied, turning to look at Stacie, then raising
his eyebrows, and crooking his finger indicating she should go to him. As
Stacie approached, he took hold of her hand, then wrapped his other arm around
her waist. “Do you want to go with Angel?” he asked.

“I don’t mind,” she said. Angel stood watching the couple, wishing
Stacie would hurry up and make the decision without consulting Dan. After all,
he’s only her fucking tutor. She didn’t need his permission. “I’ll go with her,”
she finally decided. Dan leaned toward Stacie, kissing her on the cheek, which
Stacie returned. “I’ll see you in a bit,” she told him.

“Okay, babe, enjoy,” he said. Angel watched their eyes locked for a
second, sensing compassion and love. Something was going on, she knew it. No
one looked at someone that way unless there was genuine emotion there. Well,
soon Stacie would be gone, and Angel would be there to help Dan get over her. How
she longed to get close to him, have him all to herself. He looked hotter than
ever in his tuxedo.

Now that she had agreed, there was no more time to waste. Once the
two were split up, Larry could get his hands on her. Angel only wished she
could watch.

Angel took hold of Stacie’s hand, her eyes drawn to Stacie’s
glorious dazzling chest. She felt sick to the core and quickly led her back
into the ballroom. Angel led her through the crowd, responding to those who
greeted her with a wave and a smile. They exited the hall, arriving in the
cooler, quieter reception area. Bailey was at the reception desk. Her eyes
widened with appreciation when she saw Stacie. My God, even her damn
receptionist had the
hots
for the bitch. Angel took
the lead, heading down the corridor which led to the orgy room. Bodies were all
over the place in various states of undress and sexual congress.

Angel made sure Stacie was following her. They arrived at the orgy
room and Angel pulled back the voile, allowing Stacie to enter first. She had a
sudden flash of memory, seeing Stacie and Dan fucking like bunnies on the big
blow-up mattress.
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, Angel
told herself. This evening it was set up as a sex show. Men and women sat on
the cushions watching two men having sex with Belinda, one of her best
customers. Belinda was a bank manager with a fetish for gangbangs. One of the
men was lying on his back while Belinda rode his cock. As they watched, the
second man came up behind her, his impressive cock rigid. He began to prepare
her ass,
lubing
up his fingers and pushing first one,
then more inside, stretching her, before kneeling behind her and shoving his
cock up her asshole, to the evident appreciation of the watching crowd. The two
men fucked her for a few minutes before Belinda started calling for another man
from the audience to come and get his cock sucked. A man quickly volunteered,
ready and willing and she deep-throated him, taking him all the way in. More
men started to converge on her, touching her, fondling her, jerking off over
her, until she was hidden by male bodies.

“Does she work here? Is she getting paid for that?” Stacie asked.

“No, that’s just her thing. She loves to be gangbanged,” Angel said.
“She’s a member of the club, just like you.” Angel could tell Stacie did not
approve.

Angel heard Belinda’s cries of pleasure echo around the room. Angel
took Stacie’s smooth hand, taking her back out into the corridor. They walked a
little way to another room where there was a girl performing a striptease.

Again, couples were watching and a few were having a personal dance.
The room was settled and in full swing. One of the girls shoved her naked
breasts in a man’s face whilst his partner sat next to him. Angel watched
Stacie’s reaction—she was clearly unimpressed. The couple started fondling the
girl’s breasts, both the man and the woman. Angel watched Stacie turn to her in
surprise.

“I thought there was a ‘no touch’ rule in lap dancing.”

Angel shrugged. “Not here. This is a sex club, not a lap-dancing
club. Where’s the fun if you don’t touch?”

There was a small dance floor with a pole. Angel noticed Stacie
watching Jasmine wrapping her body around the pole, tipping upside down.

They moved out of the room. Angel saw some unidentifiable girls hurtling
toward them wearing bondage PVC ball gowns and gimp masks. Obviously someone
missed the no PVC rule on the invitation, Angel thought, frowning, but greeting
them as they passed. She led Stacie to another room where Chris, the Stallion,
stood on a stage stripping. This room contained mostly women who were screaming
and yelling encouragement at him.

Chris grabbed some whipped cream, spraying it onto his penis, then
invited girls to come and lick it off. Three or four women scrambled onto the
stage, fighting over his gargantuan cock while he stood there, hands on hips, a
big smile plastered over his face as the girls licked him clean.

The room next door had a massive television on the wall showing a
porn film. Couples were sitting and watching on sofas, most of them having sex
at the same time. Stacie’s face was expressionless. Angel guessed she didn’t
approve of this either. She glanced around for a few seconds, then turned to
leave.

“God, you stuck up bitch,” Angel muttered under her breath as she
followed her out.

They headed out of the room. Angel stared at Stacie’s body. Her breasts
rising out of the glittering bodice dazzled her. Her skin looked so smooth and
delicate, glowing. Her makeup was perfect, not too heavy, emphasising her
stunning features, and the way her hair was styled highlighted her beautiful
face. If she didn’t hate her so much, Angel would have been attracted. As it
was, the only thing Angel wanted from Stacie was to see her ruined.

Angel took her to the exhibition room. She watched Stacie wander around
the tables and stalls, all selling anything and everything associated with sex—pictures,
statues, underwear and of course toys. A very large inflatable pink penis
wobbled in one corner. Angel looked around in satisfaction at the busy room.

Slowly, Stacie walked around the stalls. Angel watched as she
perused the dildos and toys before moving on to the next stall which sold sex
oils, liquids, and sauces. She glanced over the adult DVDs and magazines, her
face pursed the entire time. She paused at the lingerie stalls, pulling out a
few sexy adventurous outfits.

“Hello, Angel.” Angel turned to see Jessica dressed in a
figure-hugging scarlet fishtail dress, her breasts bursting out over the top,
looking desperate to escape.

“Hello, honey, how’s it going?”

“Fantastic. It’s a fabulous night. The best ever! Isn’t that Dan’s
client?” she asked, looking at Stacie.

“Yes it is. I’m just showing her about the place.”

“What does she think?” Jessica said. Angel watched Stacie holding up
a sexy peephole outfit, hoping to God that wasn’t for Dan’s benefit.

“Not sure. She doesn’t say much.”

“She’s a gorgeous girl and that dress is stunning. Wow, I bet Dan is
finding her hard to let go.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, just that if I were him I wouldn’t dare let her out of my
sight,” Jessica said.

“And why is that?”

“She’s stunning. Is she into lesbian sex?”

“Not Stacie, she’s a man’s girl,” she told her, wondering what
Jessica was getting at. “What did you mean about Dan finding her hard to let go?”
she asked, staring at Jessica.

“Nothing. Isn’t it an amazing evening,” Jessica said, looking away.
Angel frowned at her clear attempt to change the subject.

Angel grew agitated. “Come on, Jessica. What did you mean? That isn’t
just something you just come out with. What is it?” she demanded, beginning to
panic. Angel stared at Stacie perusing the sexy underwear. Stacie would be
coming back soon. She had to know what Jessica knew.

“Look, don’t shoot the messenger. It was just something I heard.”

“What?” Angel snapped back. “What did you hear?”

Jessica’s eyes looked everywhere but at Angel. “I don’t want to get
Stacie or Dan into trouble.”

Angel tried to calm her breathing. Her knees became weak and she
clutched tightly onto a nearby table. “Jessica, I can’t help them if I don’t
know, do I? No one will get in trouble if I can help it. Dan is one of my best
workers, and I have nothing against Stacie. We can work it out, whatever it
is.”

“Okay.” Jessica took a deep breath. “I heard that Dan is madly in
love with her.”

There it was. She knew it. Angel’s mouth went dry and she felt sick
to the stomach. Dan was in love with Stacie. Not only that, he had lied to her!
“Thank you,” she said to Jessica.

“Is Dan in trouble?”

“No, of course not,” she replied, trying to make her voice come out
evenly. She watched Stacie browse her heart and body aching. “Who told you,”
she asked, as Jessica was about to move away.

“Mike…he said apparently Dan is crazy for her and that when you told
him to get someone else involved in last weekend’s sex lesson, he was
anguished, horrified.”

“Thank you,” she said, turning away. She’d heard enough, she didn’t
need to torture herself any further. Angel looked back at Stacie. How on earth
would she get through the night? She needed Larry to make his move as soon as
possible. But if the truth ever got out, Dan would hate her more than anything.
She would just have to make sure it never did, that was all. And when Stacie
left, Angel would be there to comfort him.

Angel remained at the door, attempting to smile. The pain in her
body was horrendous. What did Bitch Stacie have that she didn’t have? Why had
Dan not fallen in love with her? Did he feel threatened by her? What was wrong
with her? But then, Angel had always made it perfectly clear that work was work
and relationship was something of a whole different league. Maybe Dan had never
seen her as a potential relationship.

She saw Stacie walking back toward her. “Had a good look?” she said.
Stacie nodded. “You know if you want to buy anything, we can put it on your
bill? You don’t have to have cash here and now.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t see anything.”

Angel didn’t press the issue and they left the room. Angel led her
down to the piano bar. Vanessa was tinkling away in her corner, although the
bar was quiet this evening, with most of the guests in the ballroom. Only a
handful of people sat around, chatting quietly. Angel got Stacie a glass of
white wine and quietly ordered white grape juice for herself, hoping Stacie
wouldn’t notice. She would have preferred something stronger, but tonight she
had to remain focused. Angel led the way for them to sit down.

“What do you think?” Angel said.

“It’s okay. Great if you’re with a partner and are needing to spice
your sex life up.”

“Yes, although we do get some singles coming also, both men and
women. How are you finding Dan, you seemed to be controlling him pretty well
earlier today,” she asked, wondering what Stacie’s take on the situation was.

Stacie giggled. “Yes. I was being rather dirty, but it was great
fun.”

“Good. I must confess, I wouldn’t have thought you so mischievous
when we first met. I’m sure you got the result you were looking for,” Angel
said, sitting back and sipping her drink, trying not to claw the woman’s eyes
out.

“You could say that,” Stacie said taking a sip of her wine.

“Is Desires working out for you as you’d hoped?” Angel asked.

Stacie smiled. “Yes, very much so. I’m feeling much more confident
in myself.”

“Fantastic. That’s what it is all about,” Angel said. “So what do you
think about Dan?” Angel said. Stacie looked at her, her eyes filling with
panic.

“He’s fantastic, an excellent tutor.”

“Treating you well?” Angel asked, wondering if she would slip up.
The expression in Stacie’s eyes deepened and Angel could see the anxiety in
them. She watched Stacie hesitate, trying to hide her own anxiety.

“Absolutely, he really is a sexy man.”

“Is he?” Angel said raising her eyebrows, wanting the girl to break.

“Well, I mean he’s sexy in the way he touches and caresses, and he’s
good looking.”

“Are you attracted to him?” Angel asked, pouncing, watching Stacie’s
eyes for the truth. “I mean I wouldn’t blame you if you were, he’s unique,”
Angel added, sipping on her drink, continuing to stare, wanting to intimidate
her.

“Only as my tutor,” Stacie said.

Angel was not easily fooled. The girl was bluffing. She needed to
act cool if she was to get anything out of her.

“He is sexy though. Adorable, hot, and one of my best men,” Angel
said, eyeballing her.

Stacie sipped on her wine and didn’t answer.

“He’s a delight to have at Desires. Girls do have a tendency to fall
for him, but I just remind them of a certain piece of paper,” Angel said in a
calm voice, staring into her glass before draining the last few drops.

“The contract,” Stacie said.

“Exactly. I mean he isn’t every girl’s dream. Some women prefer men
with muscles, but with Dan, you can get over that. Don’t you think, Stacie?”
Angel asked, leaning forward, making sure her eye contact was hard and
unyielding. Stacie flinched, terror in her eyes.