Angel Love (3 page)

The reluctant young man was apparently ready
because she rose and assumed the same position I had taken at the
rail. However, she was wearing jeans so he dragged them down and
over her feet before entering her.

Randy apparently had enough as he helped me
up and straightened my attire.

As we stood arm and arm watching the new
exhibitionists do their thing, he reached into his pocket and
withdrew a dozen more masks and waved them in the air for both
audiences to see. As he threw the masks on the mezzanine floor,
several people scampered from above and below to secure masks.

“
Shall we go downstairs
and watch the show?”

I nodded and after he led me downstairs, we
grabbed a table with a view of the mezzanine.

Chapter Three

I
felt drunk by the time I made it home. Luckily, even though
it was one-thirty, Marc hadn’t made it home yet. I fell asleep
remembering in exquisite detail, the most exciting day of my
life.

A ringing phone wakened me. It was my cell
phone, still in my purse on the dresser. Halfway to my purse, it
stopped ringing. I pulled it out and checked the missed call. It
was April. The digital clock by the bed read 10:30 a.m. but I was
still tired. In addition, I had the mother of all headaches. I went
in the bathroom, reached into the medicine cabinet and took three
aspirin before heading back to bed.

After what seemed a fifteen-minute nap, but
was another two hours according to the clock, my cell phone once
again woke me. With my eyes closed, I reached over and felt the
phone. I flipped open the cover. “Hello.”

“
It’s me. Randy just
called and said our Friday date has been moved up to four p.m.
today. Can you be ready?”

I closed my eyes. “Oh, Helen, I feel like
shit. I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning and drank too
much.”

“
I’ll be right
over.”

Twenty minutes later, I let April in. “My
God, what did Randy do to you. You look like road-kill.”

“
That’s about how I
feel.”

“
Did you eat anything last
night?”

I shook my head.

“
Get in your fancy steam
shower, while I make a pot of coffee and some toast.”

Twenty minutes later, I came out in a frilly
lace robe with a towel wrapped around my head.

“
Feel any
better?”

I nodded. “A little.”

“
Have seat at the
breakfast table.”

After sitting at the table, April handed me
four aspirin and a glass of water. “Let’s start with these.”

I took and swallowed them.

“
Okay, eat this toast.
Here’s some strong black coffee. What the heck did you do
yesterday, anyway?”

“
You wouldn’t believe me
if I told you.”

“
Try me.”

“
Let me get my head
together. Believe me, I’m anxious to tell you. Yesterday was the
best most exciting day of my life.”

“
Where are we
going?”

April’s gaze shifted from the road to me and
back. “We’re going to The Phoenician Hotel and Resort. Like I
figured, our date is with Prince Salam. He’s nice. He’s bi-sexual
though, so I have no idea what he plans to do with both of us.“

“
Prince Salam? I smell
money. Is he one of those rich Saudi princes?”

“
I think so. He has plenty
of money. I’ve been with him twice and he spent fifteen grand each
time. So tell me about last night at the Swank Club.”

Thinking about what we did there got me
excited. “Gladly. Remember when you said Randy would probably fuck
my brains out somewhere in public and I would love it?”

April got a funny grin on her face and
raised her eyebrows. “Is that what you did?”

“
Ah-huh.”

“
Where, on the dance
floor?”

“
Not even. There’s a
mezzanine level above the restrooms. He fucked me at the railing of
the mezzanine and there must have been sixty people
watching.”

“
Really. I take it that’s
what the mask was for.”

“
Ah-huh, but that’s not
all. Randy brought a bunch of those cheap Halloween masks and
handed them out. Before we even stopped, another couple got into it
not five feet from us. We went downstairs, grabbed a table with a
view and watched as the show continued. The participants changed,
but there was at least one exhibitionist couple up there and as
many as four for the next three hours. Some did it naked except for
their masks and at least one couple switched with
another.”

“
Wow, that sounds sexy as
hell. Almost like an orgy. Management never did anything about
it?”

I shook my head as April pulled into the
valet parking. After getting a claim check, she led me into the
lobby and headed for the concierge. “April Showers and Angel Love,
here to see Prince Salam.”

The man got on the phone and talked with
someone. After hanging up he said, “His man, Fahd will be down in a
minute. Please have a seat.”

We sat in side-by-side chairs in the lobby.
“This is going to be a lot of fun. We’ll go in the women’s section
and they will dress us. By the time they get done we’ll resemble
that chick in that old show, ‘I Dream of Jeanie.’ Even a veil. Then
we’ll go into the prince’s quarters where he will take the clothes
off.”

As April told me what to expect a very short
distinguished man in a nicely tailored blue-gray suit and a red tie
with a short beard approached us. “Good afternoon April. You are
looking lovely as usual.”

“
You are too kind,
Fahd.”

“
Kind, I don’t think so.”
He turned to me. “And you must be Angel?”

I smiled and hitched my head.

“
An appropriate name, for
you truly have the countenance of an angel. The prince will be
pleased. You will both have to be prepared. Follow me if you
will.”

He led us to a bank of elevators and we
entered a compartment that was open. Fahd inserted a key inside the
lock and the door closed. He pushed the button for the fourth
floor. When the elevator stopped, our escort waited for us to
exit.

After exiting, we both paused and waited for
the little man who was no bigger than a featherweight fighter. He
knocked on the first door across from the elevator and a woman
wearing full Muslim coverings answered.

Fahd turned to us. “If you will follow
Samira, she will help prepare you.”

“
Fahd, since Angel is new
to your ways, would you explain what prepared means?”

“
Ah, yes. I assume you’ve
bathed recently?”

I nodded. “Around two o’clock.”

“
Good, Samira and her
helpers will dress you in provocative, Arab, belly dancer garments.
They will put a jeweled necklace around your neck, cover your head
with a jeweled hijab and put a veil across your nose and mouth, so
only your beautiful blue eyes will be visible.”

“
Thank you, Fahd,” my
partner in crime said.

Fahd dipped his head, before bowing and
continuing down the hall. Samira reached out and took my hand.
“This way please.” She led me into a bedroom where two young women
unveiled in western clothes, but wearing a hijab, stripped and clad
us as Fahd had described.

They dressed me in a deep red, see-through,
layered silk, gypsy skirt and a coin bra. They dressed April as she
had described, in a sheer, magenta, silk choli and pantaloons,
cinched at the ankles. We were given no undergarments therefore
April’s breasts were visible through the semi-transparent material
and the private area between both our legs was partially covered by
the fringe from fringe belts. We wore no footwear, but they tied a
chain of bells around our ankles and placed antique bracelets upon
our wrists and arms. We were naked from our breasts to our mound
with the exception of a gold chain around our waists. Last, the
women added a beautiful jeweled hijab, a see through veil and a
stunning, precious gem necklace on each of us.

I glanced in a mirror and smiled. I liked
the sexy, mysterious way I looked.

When ready, Samira led us into the prince’s
quarters. The prince, wore a long white robe like garment with a
gold sash and rested on at least a king sized bed. In addition,
large pillows, scattered about. The prince was young, darkly
handsome, small in stature, though not was small as Fahd. He looked
to measure the same five seven as me. When he noticed me, I saw a
gleam of approval in his eye. “Ahh, Randle has outdone himself once
more. You are every bit as exquisite as your co-worker, April. Come
here sweetheart. You too, April.”

April and I sashayed sexily up to our rich
John and stood before him. He put a hand on our asses and rubbed
them. Then he moved to our ‘V’s and cupped our mounds and clitoral
sheaths. “You are both so nice.” He stared at me. “What is your
name?”

“
Angel, Angel
Love.”

“
Ah. And make love we
will. I am Prince Abdul Salam al Sade. You may call me Salam if you
wish.” I nodded and he continued. “Well, Angel, as April can
attest, I can be a kinky. Today, I want to watch you two please
each other. Randle assures me you do this. Then as I watch, I will
decide what I’d like to do and gradually work my way in—pun
intended.” He chuckled. “Is that all right with you?”

I nodded.

“
But first, I had you
dressed as belly dancers so dance for me.” He pressed a button on a
remote control he held and Middle Eastern Music began to
play.

April began to move her feet and arms in
time with the music, while her fabulous midriff undulated. She did
great so I mimicked her as best I could. The coins on my dancing
bra and the bells on our ankles contributed to the overall
effect.

Observing the Prince, he seemed enjoy our
performance, smiling and masturbating. “Take your veils off,” The
prince instructed.

April removed hers and tossed it aside so I
followed her example.

A short time later, he said, “Your hijabs.
Let your long hair flow free.”

I knew what that meant so I beat April to
it.

The prince clapped. “Now, take your tops
off.”

Following instructions, we now performed a
topless belly dance.

April looked and moved so sexy, the walls of
my vagina began to perspire crème in anticipation of the Prince’s
planned debauchery.

“
Now, take the rest of
your clothes off.”

As April removed her pantaloons and I took
off my gypsy skirt, Prince Salam removed his garment as well. We
were all naked except for our jewelry.

As the song ended, the prince instructed,
“April lay on the bed so Angel can eat your pussy.”

She took my hand and we
sauntered to the bed. She laid down, bent her knees and spread her
legs wide. As thrills shot through my core at the sight of her
sexy, slightly purple petals and dark pink clitoris. I took a deep
breath and kneeled on the bed between her model legs. I rubbed her
almost flat abdomen. She whimpered approval as my hand moved up to
her perfect natural breasts, my fingers diddling her swollen,
jutting nipples. Wrapping my arms around her thighs I leaned down,
my face within inches of her juncture of femininity. I inhaled
deeply.
God, I love her vaginal
bouquet.

About to dip my tongue into April’s honey
pot, I was distracted when Salam ran his hand the length of my
slit. “Angel honey. You are about as wet as I have seen.”

As my tongue dipped into April’s delicious
well, she gasped. At the same time Salam’s hands wrapped around my
calves just below my knees and guided them apart. Then as I began
to finger April’s sensitive bud, his tongue licked the length of my
sexual hollow.

“
Mmmm.” I murmured as he
spread his fingers and palms across my ass and dipped his tongue
into my heated, wet crevice. You’d never know it the way April was
arching her hips and thrashing her body between moans, but I was
having trouble concentrating on her with his tongue running the
length of my sex, dipping in my recess and flicking my
clit.

If that wasn’t distractive enough, he
straightened up and shoved his cock inside me. We both sighed as he
entered me. He must have been extremely worked up from our
pornographic coupling for he pounded me relentlessly. I moaned as
spasms of pleasure slammed through me with each thrust of his
cock.

“
God, Angel, you do me
good.” All of a sudden, April started moving wildly, slamming her
arms against the bed and arching her back. “Oh shit here I
come…Don’t stop, baby. Oh, yeah! That’s it!” April moved as if she
was in the last throes of life and then nothing. I giggled
internally as she recalled what French called orgasms—little death.
April just had a little death.

Seeing that April was recouping from her
release, Salam pulled his cock to give out new instructions,
“Angel, lay atop April so your pussy is directly above hers.”

I did as he asked, trying to carry as much
of my weight as I could on my elbows and feet. April wrapped her
arms around me, her hands kneading my breasts. “You were
wonderful,” She whispered.

April couldn’t see Salam, but I watched him.
He scrutinized the warm wet sanctuary between our legs, coveting
them, but like a little boy who couldn’t quite choose between
strawberry or vanilla, he couldn’t make up his mind. Finally, when
I heard April sigh and felt his abdomen striking in succession
against my open pussy, I knew he’d started with her. I could tell
April was getting worked up. She moaned as her hands squeezed my
breasts and her lips kissed my neck.