Desires (20 page)

“Okay, I’ll come back in. It is a bit cold,” Stacie said,
a violent shiver juddering her body.

She stood up. The receptionist held the door open for her
then followed her into the warm building. Stacie saw Dan standing ahead of her
in the reception area, his face etched with concern. The receptionist strode up
ahead and Stacie fell in behind her.

A few people were still standing in the reception area,
but it was a great deal less crowded then when she had left. The receptionist
took her place back behind the desk and Stacie felt exposed. Dan stood before
her. Stacie didn’t dare to look directly at him, but held her head low, staring
at his feet. They moved closer to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she told him. His feet moved closer still
and she felt him put his hand under her chin and lift her face up. She glanced
at him briefly then moved her gaze to the side. “Can we head back to the room?”

He released her face. “Okay.”

He led the way to the staircase and Stacie began to
follow when she saw Angel standing at the foot of the stairs, staring at her
with sharp eyes. She was wearing a PVC
microdress
and
thigh-high heavily buckled boots with towering spike heels. She held a
cat-o’-nine-tails in her hand.

“Is everything okay, Dan?” she said, still looking at
Stacie.

“Everything’s fine,” he said. Stacie moved quickly to
Dan’s side, putting Dan between herself and the other woman.

Stacie could feel Angel’s stare as they started up the
stairs, but couldn’t meet her eyes. Angel was intelligent and aware. Stacie
knew Angel would have picked up on the fact that there was a problem.

“You know, I think you should look at your life.” Stacie
heard a man’s cutting voice coming from behind her. She turned around to see
the guy from the patio that had offered the foursome. “Desires is all about sex.
No matter what your opinion is, we love it and personally, I don’t think you
belong here.”

Dan moved back down the steps to confront the man. “That’s
enough. She isn’t here for that business.”

“No mate, it isn’t enough. She’s looking down her nose
at us, the stuck up bitch. I couldn’t give a damn about her reasons for being
here. She has no right to be fucking looking at us like shit.”

“That’s enough, James. I’m sure she never meant it that
way.” Dan turned around heading back toward Stacie. He took hold of Stacie’s
hand and began to pull her up the stairs.

“Stuck up bitch,” came the yell from downstairs. Dan’s
hand clenched hers hard. “People enjoy sex, go fuck yourself, bitch.” Stacie
swallowed, trying not to get upset.

Dan stopped at the top of the stairs and released her
hand. Stacie felt her heart beating overtime, sensing something was about to
kick off. “Wait here,” he commanded, then she watched in horror as he headed
back down the staircase. “Don’t you dare call her a bitch. You know absolutely
nothing about her.”

“I couldn’t give a shit, and if you’re doing your job
correctly she wouldn’t be glaring at everyone like they’re dirt. You should be
fucking her, show her what the real world is.”

Stacie listened to the confrontation from the top of the
stairs, horrified but oddly excited at the same time. James advanced on Dan,
pointing his finger at him, when Stacie noticed Angel move in.

“James, don’t you have a client to attend to?” Angel
said, her posture oozing authority.

Stacie saw James scowl at Dan then he looked up at her,
giving her an evil glare before he walked off, his face murderous. Stacie
watched Dan turn around and come back up the stairs. She stepped back as Dan
arrived at her side, his face set in angry lines. Stacie wasn’t sure if she
should say something. She felt guilty now for storming off the way she had. She
could hardly believe Dan had just confronted James on her behalf.

Back at the room, Dan opened the door and went in first.
Stacie watched Dan storm over to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind
him. She walked in the room, closing the door behind her. She was unsure what
to do other than hide under the bed. Visions of Graham’s tempers came back to
her—she was terrified of Dan’s reaction. She was paying him to teach her sex, not
fight her wars for her, and she wasn't paying to be scared of his anger.

Dan came out from the bathroom, his face wet. She
watched him pull off his soaking wet top and launch it at the floor. He rushed toward
her and she panicked, moving out of his way and cowering to the bed for
protection. Stacie’s heart skipped beats as Dan opened the wardrobe door and
pulled out a clean top. He turned to look at Stacie as she stood next to the
bed, scared stiff.

“What are you doing?” he said. He stared at her, then advanced
on her, frowning. Stacie backed away. “Hey, come here,” he said, holding his
arm out.

Stacie’s eyes filled with tears and she ran to him. He
wrapped his arms around her shoulders, cuddling her tight.

“I’m sorry,” Stacie said, bursting into tears.

“Hey,” he said, running his hands up and down her back. She
snuggled into his bare chest, hearing his heart beating fast. “I’m the one that
should be sorry. He had no right whatsoever to pre-judge you like that. He
needs to look at his attitude, not get annoyed when someone refuses him.” Dan
stood holding her tight to his chest. She felt him kissing the top of her head
then he stiffened and leaned back, looking searchingly into her eyes.

“Oh my God…Jesus, no. Bloody hell, Stacie. I am so, so
sorry…God…” he said, holding her tighter than ever. She guessed he had just
worked out the reason for her terror. They stood for a long moment, him holding
her so tight it was almost painful, but comforting at the same time. “I know
what you’re looking for.” she finally heard from above.
What did he mean by that?

Stacie drew back a little from his chest, reluctantly
pulling away from his comfort and scent, longing to remain there forever.
“What?”

“You need someone to love you.”

But you can’t do
that.
The words remained unspoken. They were
unnecessary. They both knew what the contract said. Stacie released him,
stepping back to look deep into those brown eyes, which looked calmer than when
she last saw them. She stepped back a few feet, seeing a smile on Dan’s face.
Time to change the subject. That thought’s
far too scary to contemplate right now.

“Do you think I am a stuck up bitch?”

“No, don’t be silly. I think you’re a woman who needs
direction,” he said. He pulled the clean top over his head. “Don’t allow him to
manipulate you, he’s just pissed off you didn’t fancy having sex with him.”

“I’m not into that.”

“I know that, but you stormed off and never gave me a chance
to answer him. I was going to say no, but you ran off.”

“I am so sorry, I just didn’t think. I was annoyed that
every direction I looked people were having sex and then he kind of finished it
off.”

“Don’t worry about it. Unfortunately, there’s no real safe
place in this building unless of course you keep hiding out at the front door,”
he said with a laugh, then shot her a wink.

They both sat on the bed. Stacie looked at Dan, analysing
him, the way his dark hair reflected the light. Slowly, her gaze moved to his
shoulders, they weren’t broad or overly muscular, they sloped slightly, his
dark T-shirt not giving much of his body away. Every time Stacie thought about
having sex with him, a
frisson
set
her pussy atremble. She felt reborn and blown away with excitement. The way he
touched her, caressing her body in the manner she loved, soft and gentle, then
the way he kissed her…

She reached out, placing her hand flat on his back and
then trailed her fingers down the ridge of his spine. She tucked one foot under
her and knelt up, leaning forward to kiss his bare upper arm, just where the
material of the T-shirt ended. Her fingers gently massaged all the way down to
the waistband of his jeans. He turned to look at her, a quirky smile tilting
his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he said.

“Guess.”

In response he turned and kissed her deeply, his left hand
cupping the back of her head. His right hand supported her back as he lowered
her to the bed. She closed her eyes, lost in his kiss, welcoming his tongue as
it politely requested entrance. He covered her body with his and she wrapped
her arms round his back and held him close.

“Do you think I need some fun in my life?” she said to
him when they came up for air.

He replied with a smile; the sexiest smile she had ever seen.
Stacie was trapped in the pleasantest of snares. There was nothing in the world
right now her heart desired more. Stacie pushed her right hand into her jeans, sliding
it down into her panties, feeling her own arousal. She couldn’t seem to control
her bodily functions when Dan was around.

Stacie slid her middle finger between her labia, feeling
the dampness there, yearning for his throbbing cock. She glanced at him, seeing
him looking at her, his face alight with pleasure and desire.

Dan leaned in—his lips almost touched hers. She opened
to him, preparing to indulge in his mouth, when he turned and kissed her on the
right cheek. Stacie inhaled his aroma, sweet and indulgent. She placed her
hands onto his back, sliding them down to his buttocks. Dan kissed her around
her cheek, his kisses soft and delicate. They only excited her more—she wanted
to touch him all over.

His lips moved to her ear, kissing around her earlobe—he
nipped at her lobe with gentle teeth, making her shudder. He used his tongue to
tease and manipulate her till she longed to indulge and tease his body the way
he was hers. Dan slowly drifted down her neckline where he pressed his soft
luscious lips on her throbbing pulse. She tossed her head from side to side on
the pillow, needing Dan more than ever, craving his cock. Why on earth did Dan
have to be so good? There must be some magic inside him, keeping her at the
club.

He pulled her jumper up and turned his attention to her
breasts, kissing and nibbling along the soft curves. She held his head in
place, inhaling the scent of his clean hair. Dan was divine, but something
inside told her she was going to have to unlock her mental doors and allow her
body and mind to relax more when it came to sex. Dan would no longer be in her
life once she stopped coming to Desires—her whole life would change. Her
thoughts drifted to the orgy room, with all those guests having sex. How did
they get the confidence to be naked around complete strangers? Stacie hugged
Dan to her, leaning down to kiss his springy hair.

Dan paused in his ministrations to her. Stacie looked
down to see him looking up at her, an odd expression on his face. Suddenly he
rolled away from her and climbed off the bed.

He headed over to the table and poured himself a glass
of the wine that was still there.

“Have I done something wrong?”

Dan didn’t reply but gulped down the entire glass of
wine. The phone in the room suddenly rang. Dan picked it up, and took the
receiver through into the bathroom. Stacie sat up, puzzled, trying to make out
Dan’s side of the conversation through the bathroom door. She lay down again
trying to look natural when he came back in and replaced the receiver in the
cradle.

He looked at her. “Sorry, I’m needed downstairs for a
while,” he said, walking to the door. “I’ll take the key.” He opened the door
and left. Stacie lay still for a moment, her mind whirling. One minute he was making
love to her, the next he had done a runner. Nothing seemed to make sense.

Stacie sat alone and bewildered, trying to figure out
what she’d done wrong, if anything. Had it been because she’d kissed his hair?
Surely not.

She climbed off the bed and wandered over to the dresser.
Stacie sat on the stool staring hard into the mirror, glaring hard at herself,
gazing deeply into her own brown eyes, seeing a sad woman, who felt lost and
who couldn’t figure out her direction in life. She wanted love like Dan said,
but she knew it didn’t come easy and it certainly didn’t come knocking on the
door. She must open her mind.

Clearly, spending time with a young sexy man had made
her realise what she had been missing in her life. Graham might have brainwashed
her, but she could only be trapped while she allowed herself to be. Stacie
straightened her back and stared hard at herself, pulling her hair away from
her face and pouting her lips. She brushed her hands through her hair and down toward
her breasts, smiling to herself.

Stacie licked her lips then opened the dresser drawers.
She was sure she’d seen a few makeup bits in one of them earlier. There they
were. She went through the collection, finding a bright red lipstick, much
redder than she usually wore. She applied it to her lips, pouting at herself in
the mirror. She ringed her eyes with black kohl, making them look smoky and
alluring. She rummaged farther into the drawer, finding a bottle of perfume.
She sprayed herself, then brushed her long hair, and looked at the results. She
pulled a face. Jeans and a roll-neck jumper weren’t exactly sexy.

Hadn’t she seen some clothes hanging in the wardrobe Dan
had been using? Stacie stood up and went over to the wardrobe. She opened it
and saw a small collection of female outfits shoved over to one side. They were
more like costumes, she thought as she looked through them. There was a nurse
outfit, a policewoman, a waitress and several others. She stared for a long
moment at a baby doll outfit sandwiched between a pair of
lederhosen
and a schoolgirl outfit. Gauzy red material flowed down
from its heart-shaped cups. It tied with a red ribbon between the cups,
allowing easy access with the open front, if necessary. There was a matching
red string thong, a large red heart covering the essentials. It was new, the
tags still on. Stacie pulled it out and held it up in front of herself in the
full-length mirror.
Stuck-up bitch
resounded in her head. Maybe it was time to discover who was right. Maybe
meaningless sex with strangers was what she needed to loosen her up a bit. Who
knows—it might be fantastic. Everyone here seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Maybe she was missing out.