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Authors: Holly J. Gill,Nikki Blaise

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Pull yourself together,
Angel
, she told herself sharply.
You don’t get jealous. He’s just a man. Men
get jealous over
you
, not the other
way round.

But Stacie was a beautiful woman. At least she had signed the
contract agreeing to no emotional attachment. And, given the state of her when
Angel had left the pair of them, she might not even make it through the
evening. Dan preferred his women more adventurous. Little Miss Prim surely
wasn’t his type, no matter how pretty her face.

Angel made her way back downstairs. Two of her best customers were
waiting in reception. They had been coming to the club for years, well before
she took over the place. So, putting on a brave smile, she went to greet them.
“Good evening and how are you both?”

“We are both very well, thank you, Angel,” the man answered. Robert
was forty-three, tall, carrying a little weight around his tummy, and covered
in tattoos. He enjoyed watching his wife having sex with other men or women. His
wife, Emma, was forty. She wasn’t the prettiest of women, a little on the large
side, short and stumpy, with short dark hair and crooked teeth. Angel did
sometimes wonder how they afforded Desires, but they always paid up and that
was the main thing. It wasn’t for her to question how her customers afforded
her prices.

“What can I do for you tonight?”

“We were wondering if you had that young man available, the one you
mentioned the last time we were here. Dan, was it?” Robert asked, turning to
Emma for confirmation. Emma nodded, her eyes lighting up with anticipation.

Angel remembered the conversation. They had asked about a younger
man full of energy for Emma to have. Angel had suggested Dan without a qualm.
She didn’t mind him having sex with other women. That was what he was here for,
after all. Why did she feel so insecure about this one?

“Angel?” Emma’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She brought herself
back.

“I’m sorry, Dan is already booked tonight,” Angel said.

Emma looked upset. “That’s a shame. I was looking forward to a
younger man.”

“I could always arrange someone else, we do have other men that
would fit the criteria.”

They agreed and Angel looked through the computer system, which
showed her who was in the building and available. Sean would do. He was an
energetic young man who kept himself in shape. She texted him—it was easier to
text workers than try to track them down if they were not with a client—and he
was there within five minutes. They all headed off with Emma giving Angel the
thumbs up. Angel smiled as Emma pinched Sean’s bottom. At least someone was
happy.

She went back to her office and sat back at her desk, wondering how
long Dan would be with Stacie. She was eager to have her pussy filled with his
cock. She tried to do some work, but found herself staring into mid-air unable
to concentrate on anything. Angel decided to distract her thoughts and take a
brief walk around the club. Everywhere she saw people, couples, groups, having lovely,
happy, delightful sex. She could have joined in—she had several invitations. On
a normal night, she might have, if she wasn't busy. But not tonight, she just
wasn't in the mood. There was only one cock she wanted, and it was currently
otherwise engaged.

Angel continued her prowl, ending up at the conservatory restaurant.
She headed for the bar. Without her having to ask, the barman brought her a glass
of white wine. She sat at the end of the bar, looking around the room. This was
one of her favourite rooms. The combination of elegance and class, set in the
middle of a sex club, appealed to her sense of irony. Vanessa, the pianist, sat
serenely at the large black grand piano, effortlessly producing the soothing
background music from beneath her long fingers. She was dressed, as always, in
one of the long flowing fitted gowns she favoured. Angel wondered if it was
worth asking her again if she would consider performing naked, or at least in
lingerie. So far, Vanessa had gently but firmly refused, even turning down a
substantial bonus. But, as Angel had failed to find anyone good who
would
play naked, Vanessa would have to
do…for now. And, she was a good pianist and was totally unfazed by the erotic
shenanigans which went on around her every night.

The chairs shaped as musical notes were arranged around
perfectly-set tables. A candle was placed on each table and larger candles were
strategically arranged around the room, giving the place a cosy feel. The
restaurant was decorated in fetching colours—the low walls beneath the windows
were covered with dark purple wallpaper, patterned with large silver leaves. A
few lights shaped as women’s
basques
hung from the
ceiling. She’d bought those in a little shop in Covent Garden. They were erotic,
yet with a hint of elegance.

The aroma of fabulous food filled her nostrils. Her chef was one of the
best—she’d stolen him from a five-star restaurant, doubled his pay, and offered
him nightly blowjobs to seal the deal. Not personally delivered of course, one
of her girls was happy to oblige.

A few guests were dining, some dressed up and others naked, all enjoying
their food. Others were enjoying each other while waiting for their food to
arrive.

Angel sat sipping her wine, enjoying the acknowledgements from her
happy guests. Then Bailey poked her worried head around the door, glancing
around the room. When her gaze lit on Angel sitting at the bar, she almost ran
over to her.

“We have a payment problem,” she explained in a low voice.

Angel gulped down the wine and stood up, following Bailey out of the
room.

“Who?” she demanded as they walked down the corridor.

“It’s one of the regulars, Keith Smith,” Bailey said, bobbing
worriedly along in her wake. Angel frowned. Keith had been coming for a long
time, and was trusted enough to be invoiced retrospectively, not in advance
like new clients were.

They arrived at reception where Keith was standing at the desk, his
face anxious.

“What’s the problem?” Angel said, arranging her face into a pleasant
smile. It would do no good to assume the worst immediately.

“Mr. Smith’s credit card has been declined,” Shannon explained.

Angel hated these problems, especially when the client had already the
pleasure, and then pay later. It never seemed to matter how well the client was
known and trusted, they might still try to pull a fast one.

“Do you have another card, Mr. Smith?” Angel asked politely.

He shook his head agitatedly. “That’s the only one I can use here,”
he said, almost in tears. “My wife doesn’t know I have that. The others are all
joint ones and she’d question any payments.”

Angel regarded him with sympathy. Keith’s tastes ran to a variety of
pleasure he felt his wife would not approve of. He managed to scrape together
enough money once a month or so to come here and indulge himself.

“I’ve got the cash in the bank account,” he was saying. “If you can
wait until Monday, I can go in and draw it out in person and try to find out
why my credit card is being declined.”

“Is there anything you can leave us for surety?” Angel said.

He thought for a moment then shook his head. “Look,” he pleaded.
“You’ve got my address and telephone number in your records. If I don’t come
back and give you the money on Monday, you could make my life hell. One phone
call and you could end my marriage. Please, will you just trust that I’ll come
back? Not only that, if I don’t pay you, you’ll block me, and I’ll never be
able to come here again. I have every incentive to come back with the money.”

Angel noticed Dan standing at the top of the stairs. Her heart
started skipping beats. She smiled at him while he came down the large winding
staircase.

“Very well,” Angel said, surprising herself and the receptionists by
the looks on their faces. “I’ll trust you to come back. But you’re right, if
you don’t pay me, I will ring your wife and tell her everything, and you will
be barred from Desires forever!” She glared at him.

“Oh thank you, Angel, thank you! I promise I’ll come back!” Angel
turned away almost before he had finished speaking, making her way down the
corridor to her office, not needing to turn around to know Dan was following
her.

Angel opened the door. She stepped in, leaving the door open for
him. Her entire body ached as she made her way to her bedroom. She heard the
office door closing.

She turned around as he came in through the bedroom door. She unbuttoned
her jacket, slipped off her skirt and yanked off her bra, standing stark naked but
for her stockings and suspenders in front of him while he leaned against the
bedroom door watching her. She stood gazing at him. He looked irresistible. “I
want you,” she told him.

“Really,” he replied, looking cool. He walked slowly up to her and
stopped directly in front of her. He stared into her eyes and she had to stop
herself from throwing herself at him. He suddenly dropped to the floor and
buried his face in her crotch, inhaling deeply. Her hands dropped to his head,
and she felt his tongue licking her smooth, freshly-waxed mound, just lapping
at the outside of her triangle. He pushed his tongue as far as it would go
between her held-together thighs, then pulled it back in one long lick,
finishing by just dipping the tip of his tongue into the top of her cleft. She
gasped as he widened her legs, dipping his tongue into her labia.

Angel lifted one leg and rested her foot on the bed. She opened her
outer labia while he glided his tongue over her clitoris, sending her quivering
with delight. She grabbed hold of his hair then cupped his face, lifting it up to
look at her. She moved her hands to his arms, tugging at his biceps, wanting
him to stand up. He rose, standing before her. Hunger flooded through her body
and she pressed her lips on his, tasting herself on him. She dipped her tongue
in his mouth and Dan responded. They rolled their tongues around each other,
curling and twisting. A brief flash came into her head of him and Stacie
kissing, touching, fucking…

She pushed him away. “Strip and get on my bed,” she commanded.

Angel watched him take off his clothes revealing his lean body. His
trunks clung to his cock, already hard and straining through the thin material.
Angel watched him pull them down, squeezing her inner vaginal muscles.

Angel seductively licked her lips as she admired his neat sexy bottom.
He climbed on the bed, remaining on his knees just long enough for her to
admire his rear before he turned around and lay down on his back. Angel watched
his cock bouncing, fully erect. She rolled her tongue over her lips, inserting
her middle finger in her mouth, eager to indulge.

Dan took a firm hold of his cock, holding it upright, his eyes
inviting her. She clasped hold of her breasts, pushing them together and
running her fingers over her nipples. She climbed onto the bed, moving up alongside
his body. She took hold of his cock and gathered up saliva in her mouth which
she spat into her hand, lubricating her palms well before
lacing
her fingers together and enclosing his cock between her hands. She tightened
them together and rubbed them hard up and down his cock, leaning over to lick
the tip every time it emerged from the cocoon of her fingers. As she felt the
lubrication begin to dissipate, she leaned over and took him fully into her
mouth, opening her throat and taking him as far in as he could go. She’d
discovered some years ago that she had no gag reflex, which meant she was
fantastic at deep-throating. She could never become bulimic, but men loved it.

Angel listened to him enjoying the moment, as she slid her lips up
and down his full length. His hands fumbled for her, grabbing at her tits.

Not relinquishing her claim on his cock, she climbed on top of him
lowering her pussy onto his face, feeling Dan dive in, licking and sucking on
her cunt as she sucked him.

Dan inserted his fingers hard in her pussy as she took just the end
of his cock in her mouth, forcing her tongue into the little hole at the end,
relishing the whinny of pleasure she heard from his mouth. Taking a break for a
second, Angel
wanked
him hard as she wiped the spit
which had gathered at the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward, pushing her
boobs together and placing his dick between so he could
titty
-fuck
her. Dan took hold of her breasts, making sure he stayed between them, sliding
his dick up and down. “Fuck those tits…fuck them good,” she said, hearing him
moaning with pleasure.

She felt Dan’s tongue licking her pussy as she moved back, giving his
cock the attention she knew it craved. Angel felt him slide down her throat, using
her hand to toy with his taut balls. Beneath her, he began to thrust hard.
Angel recognized the business-like rhythm. That wasn't his “I’m having fun
here” rhythm, that was his “I’m getting ready to come” rhythm. She slid off
him, smiling as she sensed his disappointment.

“I really want to fuck you,” she told him, turning to face him.

“Then sit on my cock, bitch!”

Angel smiled. Dan knew she loved the dirty talk. She straddled him, lowering
her body back on his cock, feeling it filling her. She leaned back, thrusting
her pelvis up and down.

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