Touching Angel's Desires (40 page)

“Thanks,” Dan said to Bailey, then turned and walked toward where
the other three stood by the doors, not giving Angel a backward glance at all.

She stared at Dan’s back view, watching his buttocks as he walked,
the lean lines of his body, then swallowing the bile in her throat at the way
Stacie smiled at him as he approached. Despising herself, she watched him
disappear through the door, not looking away until he had vanished from sight.
She heaved a sigh, then heard a sardonic humph of laughter from the top of the
stairs. Angel glanced up to the landing, and saw Larry peering down on her. She
panicked for a second, wondering if he was going to give her away, but he just smirked
and walked off.

Quickly, Angel ran back to her office. This was intolerable. What
was she to do?

She heard a knock on the door. Her stomach churned. Was it Larry, come
to take what she’d promised. Angel began shaking when the knock came again,
with more force. She went to the door and took hold of the handle, getting
ready to face the music. Angel opened the door a crack, dreading what she would
see. A jolt of relief surged through her when she saw Bailey on the other side.

“
Hiya
, is everything all right?” Bailey
asked as Angel opened the door more fully, allowing her to enter the office.

Once she was inside, Angel checked up and down the corridor, making
sure it was empty. She pulled the door shut, seeing Bailey looking at her strangely.

“Yes, fine,” she replied.

“You sure? You seem very much on edge,” Bailey said looking
concerned.

“No, I’m fine, just shattered,” she replied, walking quickly to her
desk and sitting down.

“Okay. Oh, Larry keeps asking about you.”

“What,” Angel said, hearing a frantic note in her voice.

“He just keeps asking about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing really, just asking where you are and stuff. Is something
the matter?”

“We’ve just had a slight disagreement.”

“Is this something to do with Stacie last night?”

“Yes,” she replied in a clipped tone, hoping Bailey would get the
message. “Was there anything else you needed?”

“Oh, yes. These need signing.”

Bailey held out the letters in her hand. Angel quickly scribbled her
name across the bottom of each one and Bailey left. Angel locked the door
behind her. She had rarely found it necessary, but today she didn’t want anyone
to have easy access into her office.

Dan and Stacie wandered across her mind again. She wondered what
they were doing. Then she
realized
she could see exactly what they were doing. Unlike the private
bedrooms, all the public areas of the club were covered by CCTV. The television
lounge was a public area, even though she had allowed the four of them to use
it as their private room for the afternoon. She switched on her laptop, making
herself a cup of coffee while it loaded. The second she could, she
double-clicked the CCTV icon and brought up the list of cameras. She selected
TV lounge from the list and activated it.

Angel saw Chrissie and Jason caressing one another. She moved the
camera slightly, focussing on Dan and Stacie. There they were. Dan was giving
her a massage by the looks of it. Tears came. They came so easily these days,
Angel reflected. He had never given her a massage.

She watched, knowing it was wrong, knowing it would only torture
her. She watched as Dan massaged her, then as Stacie began to play with his
cock, pulling it out of his trunks. She watched as Stacie took it in her mouth
and sucked it, her face looking up at him adoringly.

She watched as Dan removed Stacie’s thong, the only item of clothing
she was wearing, and drop down between her legs, sucking on her pussy.

A little wail came from between her lips at the pure bliss on
Stacie’s face, the way she threw her head back in ecstasy. The tears kept
coming more and more, as the evidence played out before her of just how much
Dan was enjoying her. He loved her. Angel could see that. Any fool with eyes
could see it.

She jumped up, unable to bear watching any longer, leaving the desk,
heading into her room. She dropped to the floor, curling up in a tight ball, sick
and heartbroken, huddling like a child. The only thing that filled Angel’s
vision was the sight of Dan sucking on Stacie’s pussy, his face alight with the
joy of giving her pleasure.

Curiosity overcame pain and after a while Angel found herself pulled
back to the screen. She was almost afraid to look at it, but felt compelled. There
was Stacie on all fours, Dan behind her, fucking her as if it were his last
fuck. Again the tears came. Stacie’s face contorted, she was clearly screaming
in pure ecstasy.

Angel grabbed the laptop, tempted for a second to throw it across
the room, but common sense overtook at the last second and she put it down,
contenting herself with slamming the lid shut. She leaned heavily on her desk,
panting with adrenaline, more of those never-ending tears dropping onto the
smooth surface of the desk.

If she could only have Dan, if she could only get him to look at her
the way he did Stacie, do things to her that he did to Stacie, she would do,
well, pretty much anything. She wanted him with her, holding her, sharing every
situation, experiencing all the ups and downs of life together, the good and
bad. She wanted everything with him. She would even consider giving up her
managerial role at Desires, just to give him all her free time possible. She
would stop sleeping around, dedicate her whole life to him, and give up
everything that he found annoying. He meant so much to her that she would
change anything for him.

Once Stacie was gone, she could start working on him, be the woman
he clearly wanted. She could do it. She could be Little Miss Sweet, dress more
demurely, more classy. She sat on the bed, putting on the television, watching
some daytime drivel, gazing at the screen without seeing it, dreaming of what
their life would be. Next Christmas could be her first with Dan, together as a
proper couple. What would she buy him? She smiled to herself. He didn’t need to
buy her anything, just having him in her arms would be the best Christmas present
ever.

She wandered over to the window, looking down at the parked cars.
The rain was still falling. She watched the trees blow and the lights on the
car park start to come on one by one. She saw Dan’s car parked immediately
under a light, his little two-seater convertible. It wasn’t new, but she
remembered the day he had bought it. He was so proud of it. Her lips curved
again as she envisioned them zooming around the countryside in the summertime. They
could find naughty spots to have a picnic and make passionate love in the grass.

Soon Stacie would be gone, and her new life would begin. She could
be his perfect girl. His heart would be broken, and she would be there to help
him fix it. Angel headed to reception. The two day girls had gone home and
Shannon sat at the desk.

“Hey,” Angel said, smiling at the girl.

“Uh, hi Angel,” Shannon replied, looking cagey. “How are you?” She
glanced at the computer, then back at Angel, her expression decidedly off.

“What’s the matter?” Angel said instantly.

“Um,” Shannon blanched.

“What is it?” Angel came around the other side of the desk, moving
Shannon out of the way, looking at the computer screen.

Dan’s name jumped out at her, and, beside it, the words “Stacie
Clifford, overnight booking.”

Angel stared at the words in stark black type on the screen. Were
there any more tears left in her? Could these two cause her any more pain than
they already had?

“When did Stacie re-book?” she asked, her voice sounding dead to her
ears.

“About an hour ago,” Shannon said, her voice muted as well. “Dan
cancelled his client for tonight and then Stacie came down later to pay for
him.”

“Is Larry still in the building?” she said, more to herself than to
Shannon. She brought up his name on the computer. He hadn’t signed out, but
there was no client booked to be with him.

“Yes, he dropped by a while ago. He still wants to speak with you.”

Angel stood up. It was time. She had to face Larry. Shame she had
absolutely no idea what she was going to say.

She made her way to his room and stood for a moment outside the door
before rapping on it. She heard movement at the door, then it swung open. Larry
stood there, naked but for a big smile.

“Ah, Angel, at last. Please come in,” he told her opening the door
wide. Reluctantly, she stepped in. Mel lay on the bed, looking at Angel
wide-eyed. Mel was one of her newer girls, a sweet redhead. Angel was
surprised—she wouldn’t have thought Larry was her type. She didn’t mind her
staff having fun with each other if they did not have any clients booked in,
provided it did not affect their work, and she rarely interfered. Most of the
girls knew what Larry was, and went with him forewarned. He shut the door
behind her and walked over to the bed.

He leaned over and grabbed Mel’s breast then kissed her on the
cheek. “Go on, get the fuck out,” he commanded her.

Mel looked at him, disgusted and a little upset. Angel raised an
eyebrow. Maybe he had charmed her—he was good at that—perhaps she thought the
other girls were exaggerating about his attitude. Angel wasn’t surprised at the
way he spoke to the girl. He was good with his clients—he had to be or he’d be
out on his ear—but other girls he treated like they were a piece of meat, there
for his pleasure only.

Mel grabbed her clothes and pulled them on before storming out of the
room and slamming the door. Larry didn’t even look at her, all his attention
was focussed on Angel.

He sat naked on the bed, his legs sprawled open. His flaccid cock
rested peacefully on the duvet. Angel recoiled. He was disgusting.

“Well it’s nice that you have finally decided to put in an
appearance,” he said. “I was almost getting the impression you were avoiding
me.” He reached for his drink and drained it, his eyes fixed to hers.

She stared him down in silence, determined not to rise to his
baiting.

“Lost your tongue, sexy?” he asked, standing and walking over to the
drinks cabinet. She watched him pour two glasses of whisky. He turned and held
out her drink, an unpleasant smile sprawled across his face. He took a sip of
his own, standing there, blatantly naked, his large cock dangling
unappealingly. Angel felt sick.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, looking at her.

Angel took the glass from him, taking a sip of the whisky. Whisky
had never been her favourite tipple and she pulled a face.

“What do you want, Larry?” she asked, taking another large mouthful,
hoping she wouldn’t need it.

“She speaks!” he said. He approached her, getting too close. She could
feel his breath on her neck. Angel tried to mask her shudder. “I told you
earlier what I want,” he said, his gaze dropping to her breasts.

Angel stepped back. “Larry, I realize that I dragged you into this
mess. I want to reassure you that I won’t sack you. But that’s all.” She hoped
her voice was firm. She put the glass on a side table.

“I don’t think so,” he said, his expression somewhere between a
smirk and a snarl. Angel clenched her hands into fists as he reached out to
stroke her arm.

“What?”

“Don’t play coy, Angel, you aren’t very good at it. You know what I
want.”

He took his cock in his hand, flicking it at her, clearly trying to
give her a hint. Did he really think she was that stupid? “It’s not happening,
Larry. You’ve been well-rewarded for your time. You even got to fuck a stunning
girl. You would never have got her if it weren’t for me.”

“I did get her. All you did was get Dan out of the picture. The rest
was all me. I can have any girl I want—all the bitches fall for the Larry
charm. And right now, I want you.”

“You forget, I know all about the ‘Larry charm’. It only works once.
After that they know exactly what you are. Why would you think your offer would
tempt me? What could I possibly get out of it?”

“My cock, of course. What more could you want. Oh yes, sorry, how
could I forget? You also get my silence so you can have your pathetic Dan that
you’re so crazy in love with.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she said, swinging into immediate defence.
“He is more of a fucking man than you will ever be. You are nothing but a piece
of shit. Dan is a million times the man you are.”

“He’s a pathetic little arsehole,” he said, getting in her face and
spacing out the words. Without even thinking, Angel swung and slapped him so
viciously, her hand stung. He stared and took a menacing step forward.

“Just you try it! Come on! Right here,” she dared him, pointing to
her chin. His eyes were murderous, but he didn’t move. “Thought so. You know
what, forget it! You’re sacked. Get your fucking stuff and get the hell out of
this building. And don’t even think about saying anything to Dan, I know people
who know people who can see to it that you can’t even remember who you are, let
alone anything else. In fact, I might just send them around tonight, just to
give you a little taste, in case you thought I was bluffing. If I were you, I
wouldn’t open my door tonight.”