Desires (35 page)

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.

Next, Angel took her to the room Dan had said was used
at the feast room. Today however, it was set up like an erotic marketplace. The
room was filled with 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. Stacie wandered around looking
at what was on offer. All the stalls were exceptionally busy.

On the first stall there were dildos, vibrators and
other battery operated items. Some of the dildos looked human, but there were
some she would never dare put into her vagina. One was even shaped like a
cactus! Stacie moved on to the next stall which sold sex oils, liquids, and
sauces. The memory of her covering Dan’s body in chocolate mousse came to mind
and a naughty smile crept over her face. She moved to the next stall, seeing DVDs
and magazines for men and women. Some girls were chuckling over a magazine. She
slipped in closer behind them, to see them looking at a man with an enormous
penis. Stacie wasn’t impressed. An enormous penis was all very well, but the
man was ugly and looked smug and far too pleased with himself.

Stacie wandered around looking at the stalls selling
underwear. There were some very sexy crotchless panties, open nipple bras,
leather clothing, PVC, you name it, it was available. A few bits took her fancy,
but decided she wasn’t prepared to part with her money. Dan was already costing
her a small fortune, although he had been worth every penny. She continued
looking around while Angel chatted to a few people, leaving her to browse the
room that certainly offered everything.

Stacie had finished her wander and returned to the door
where Angel now stood alone.

“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 conservatory bar and restaurant. It was quite quiet
this evening, Stacie figured most of the guests would be at the ball. Angel got
them both a glass of white wine and they sat 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.”

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.

“You could say that,” Stacie said taking a sip of her
wine, hoping Angel would change the subject.

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

Dan’s face popped into Stacie’s mind and she couldn’t
help but smile. “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?”

Stacie wiped the dreamy look off her face quick smart.
It wouldn’t do to get kicked out of the club. “He’s fantastic, an excellent
tutor.”

“Treating you well?” Angel said showing her white
gleaming teeth in what wasn’t quite a smile.

“Absolutely, he really is a sexy man.”

“Is he?” Angel said. Stacie started to panic. Was she
digging a hole for herself?

“Well, I mean he’s sexy in the way he touches and
caresses, and he’s good looking.”
Oh God,
I’m just making it worse!

“Are you attracted to him?” Angel asked.

Shit shit shit
! Angel’s eyes peered at her sharply over the wine glass. Did she
know? Was it written on Stacie’s forehead just how much she was attracted to
Dan?

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you were, he’s unique,”
Angel added, sipping on her wine, continuing to stare.

“Only as my tutor,” Stacie said, feeling that her heart
must surely have climbed up into her throat. Why was Angel asking these
questions? Had Stacie’s answer eased Angel’s mind? No…she felt there was so
much more going on here. Stacie sat back in the chair, crossing her legs at the
knee, attempting to act cool and pretend that nothing was going on, which was
unfortunately true.

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

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 wine glass before draining the last few
drops.

“The contract,” Stacie said. That was what this was
about. Angel was reminding her about the contract.

“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. All pretence of a smile was gone now. Stacie felt pinned
to the spot like a butterfly on a card. Could Angel see the terror in Stacie’s
eyes?

“I guess,” she said faintly. She drained her drink and looked
around for an excuse to escape the clutches of this woman, before the truth did
spill out and all hell let loose. “I…I just need to go to the toilet.” Stacie
got up. So did Angel.

“I’ll walk with you,” she said.

They both went into cubicles. Stacie wondered if she
could sneak out before Angel came out. She washed her hands as quickly as
possible, but Angel came out before she’d finished.

“Well,” Angel said brightly as she washed her hands
also. “I’ll let you get back to the ball. Thanks for the chat. It’s
been…enlightening.”

She whisked off, leaving Stacie shaken and trembling.
She leaned on the vanity unit and stared at herself in the mirror, seeing
terrified eyes set in an ashen face. She wished she could touch up her makeup,
but she hadn’t brought a bag down and Dan had the key to the room. She settled
for licking her fingers and wiping away the eyeliner that had collected in the
crease below her eyes, then pinched her cheeks and bit her lips to bring some
colour to them.

Maybe she needed to do something to get Angel off the scent.
She headed back to the bar, looking around for Dan. She got a drink, chugging
it down to settle her nerves. The bar was far too crowded, so she decided to
head back to the dance floor and see if she could spot him there. She wandered
about a bit on the outskirts. But trying to spot one man in a tux in a sea of
men in tuxes proved to be more difficult than she thought.

A song came on that she loved and she decided to dance
for a bit. She went crazy on the floor, the hall was dark with the lasers and
lights moving about the room, the tune belted out loud. Stacie shimmied and
swayed and boogied and rocked, enjoying the admiring looks from both men and
women she was getting.

An opening appeared in the crowd and Stacie saw a man
watching her. Most of them men Stacie had encountered at Desires did absolutely
nothing for her, with the exception of Dan, of course. But this one was
different. He had something about him. He had a bit of a James Bond look going
on, confident and sexy with his bow tie hanging loose and his jacket open. He
stood tall with dark, very short hair. He smiled. Stacie’s body hair stood up.
She smiled back.

Stacie continued dancing, turning her back on him,
wondering if he was watching her. Should she try to talk to the man? Not only
to get Angel off her back, but also to try out Dan’s suggestion of sleeping
with someone else. His words came back to her,
I’m not going to be with you, out there in the big world.
He looked
attractive and had sexy eyes, but he was probably here with someone. She carried
on dancing, keeping the sexy rhythm going, then raised her hands above her head
allowing the music to take her body.

After a few minutes, she turned slightly and glanced
over her shoulder. The man had moved closer to her. He was standing a few feet
away, staring at her. Stacie carried on with her movements, this time facing
him, meeting his intense stare.

She began to touch her body, gliding her hands up and
down her waist. He watched with evident enjoyment. She rolled her hips,
swinging her bottom down to the floor, cupping her breasts, maintaining the
stare. His eyes widened and he smiled hungrily at her, his eyes locked to her
every move, somehow seducing her. Stacie pressed her breasts together, then ran
her hands seductively down her torso to her thighs, and back up again.

He walked closer to stand before her. She froze, her
body aching with anticipation. He leaned toward her right ear, “Follow me, you
beauty,” he commanded her.

Stacie hesitated for a moment, unsure. Her stomach was
doing somersaults. A waiter passed by carrying a tray of drinks. Stacie reached
over grabbing a glass of wine, gulping the whole drink down for Dutch courage.
She decided to go for it, after all, this was what Dan had been trying to
encourage her to do. She glanced in the direction of the man, seeing him
walking away. Stacie picked up her dress and scurried after him.

She made her way out the hall, seeing him walking toward
where Angel’s office was. The reception desk was empty, and when she looked
back, he was gone. Panic struck her, she began quickly racing down the corridor
after him.

One her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she saw him,
a dark figure in a dim corridor about halfway down. He glanced back at her.
Stacie headed toward him, her stomach roiling and her pulse fluttering. He was
standing outside a door, which he opened as she approached. He stepped inside
the room and light flooded out from the doorway into the corridor. Stacie
stopped at the open door. For a brief second, she wondered if this was such a good
idea. Then she told herself sternly,
It’s
bloody sex club, Stacie, go for it. Find out what you’ve been missing.

She stepped in and glanced around. It was a large
bedroom, similar to Dan’s. The bed wasn't the four-poster she was used to, but
it was a king-sized bed. The sheets were rumpled and the duvet hung half on the
floor. The matching curtains were pulled haphazardly across and small wall
lights lit the room. A smell of male fragrance hung in the air. She took a step
farther into the room and heard the door close behind her.

“You’re a very sexy woman,” he said, approaching her
from behind. He reached round to take hold of her breasts and thrust them
together. “Christ, they feel amazing,” he told her, squeezing them like they
were a couple of melons. “Are they real?”

“Yes,” she said. He pushed her breasts together,
caressing them, finding her nipples. He ran his thumbs over them and they instantly
reacted, standing to a quick erection and poking through the material of her
dress. He pulled the dress forward to get a good look, plunging one hand in to
caress her bare skin.

“Oh, baby, you are gorgeous.” He unzipped the side zip
and pulled the dress down to her tummy.

She looked down at her naked breasts, the nipples hard
and erect. She felt sexy and desirable and very, very naughty. He turned her
around, and took hold of her boobs in his hands. Now he was closer, she saw he
had dark brown eyes and short stubble. He looked a little rough but very sexy
at the same time. She smiled a sultry smile at him, putting a finger
seductively in her mouth and nibbling on it. He bent his head down to one of
her breasts, sucking hard on her pointed nipple. Stacie threw her head back and
gasped at the powerful suction, pleasurable almost to the point of pain. Her body
shuddered and her knees trembled.

“These are totally fucking amazing,” he told her, moving
from one breast to the other, almost inhaling a large mouthful then pushed her
boobs together, licking from one nipple to the other and using his teeth to
bite gently.

Stacie put her hand to the pin in her hair, releasing it
and shaking it out from the French pleat. She felt sexy and daring. He kept
playing with her breasts with one hand, tugging her dress down with the other, till
she stood there in nothing but a white thong and high heels.

“On the bed,” he commanded her in a deep powerful voice.

Stacie obeyed his instruction, kicking off her shoes. He
positioned her on all fours and slapped her bottom several times. He squeezed
her bottom cheeks and kissed them. He got behind her and pulled her thong to
the side, sticking his face between her bottom. She felt his tongue licking her
pussy, and then he thrust a finger in her vagina. She pushed back at him,
grinding into his face as she felt his finger thrusting into her.

“Play with your tits,” he ordered her, sitting slightly
to the side to watch, but carrying on finger-fucking her. She grabbed at her
boob with one hand, the other being used to hold herself up. She squeezed her
nipple between her fingers, and let the flesh bulge out. “Just how dirty are
you?” he said, lifting her up by the shoulders to a kneeling position and
grabbing her other boob. “Do you like it a little rough?”