Touching Angel's Desires (11 page)

“Well done girls,” she told Shannon and Bailey. “I shall be back
soon.”

She left the reception area and went down to the bar. On the way she
saw a couple having an argument with one of her tutors in the middle of the
corridor. Angel headed over—they were disturbing others who were trying to
enjoy themselves.

“What is going on here?” she asked politely. Carl, the tutor, looked
annoyed.

“This woman is accusing me of not doing what I was meant to be
doing. I read her notes.”

The woman interrupted. “I simply wanted him to flirt with me, not
come and dive in my knickers,” she informed Angel.

“I see…okay…let’s see if we can cool this.”
God, can this day get
any fucking worse?
“So you would like him to flirt with you, and then you
come onto him?” Angel asked. Carl looked fed up, his blue sparkling eyes
overcast by frowning eyebrows. With his shaven head and muscular body, he was a
favourite among the ladies, well, that, and his massive cock.

“Yes,” the middle-aged woman said.

Angel smiled and moved over to Carl. This one was easily solved. She
put her mouth close to his ear. “Flirt with the nice lady, and then wait…be a
good boy or I will punish you,” she murmured, remembering the last time she’d
punished him, in the bondage room, cuffed to the cross.

“I would enjoy that,” he answered back.

“I bet you would. Now go and earn some money.” She wasn’t in the
mood to walk from one complaint into another. It seemed that this Saturday
night might just be one of those nights.

Angel made her way back to the bar, sighing. She entered seeing Dan
and Mike sitting at the bar drinking soft drinks. Angel stopped to stare for a
few seconds admiring the view. She smiled to see Dan, biting her lip with
excitement.

She made her way in and sat on a barstool at the other end of the
bar from them. “Hello there, boys,” she said, as the barman brought over a
drink for her.

“Hi,” Dan answered, turning around and looking at her.

“How is everything?” she asked, sipping on her vodka and Coke.

“Great,” Dan replied. His closeness excited her. She wanted to touch
him, but had to play it cool in public. Even from here she could smell the
heady mixture of cologne and pheromones. It tickled her nostrils and her
stomach flipped. How could she be so turned on just being in his presence? She
was eager to ask how Stacie was getting on. She would have asked him had Mike
not been there, but in the interests of confidentiality, that question would
have to wait.

She stared into mid-air, thinking about the situation she had just
found herself in with the Matthews. She was pleased with the way she dealt with
the whole episode—although sorry it had been necessary. Hopefully, she wouldn’t
come across that situation again. At the end of the day, as long as the
customers were paying and enjoying their fantasies and time together being a
couple, that was all that mattered. Then there were the ones who thought they
were clever and tried to get away with more than they should, pushing the boundaries
she’d set. She allowed some leeway, but Mr. and Mrs. Matthews took it too far. Well,
they learned their lesson.

She took a quick look at Dan while he chatted away to Mike. They
both laughed at something he’d said. She watched his smile, the way it altered his
face, making it even more beautiful if that were possible. His dark brown eyes twinkled
with humour, captivating her. She wished she’d had more time with him this
morning.

Angel looked down her drink as she pondered, then her head snapped
up again as she heard a few loud people enter the room, giggling. They approached
the bar blocking her view of Dan. She was a little irritated, but smiled at
them nonetheless. They were regulars who came often to share their sexual
pleasures. Angel had a quick chat with them then saw Dan standing up and
leaving. She drained her drink and ran after him.

“Dan,” she called out, seeing him stopping and turning around. He
waited for her to catch up. She cast about in her mind as to what to say, a
reason she could give for waylaying him. “How is everything?” she asked again, lamely.

“Brilliant,” he answered.

“Good, good. Is…is Stacie settling in?”

“Yes, definitely, she is doing fantastic,” he replied as they walked
together up the corridor.

“That’s wonderful. I’m really pleased,” she said as they approached
the double doors. Dan held the door open for her and she preceded him into the
reception area. Dan headed for the stairs and had put his foot on the bottom
step before she blurted, “Are you able to get away later?”

He turned to look at her. “I’m not sure,” he said gazing at her. Angel
felt her heart wrenching and she felt a sudden surge of hatred for this
pathetic woman who was stealing away her time with Dan.

“Make the time,” she commanded. He looked at her, one eyebrow raised
slightly. Dan did not reply, but continued upstairs. Had she been too abrupt
with him? But then, he was an employee after all. He had to do as he was told.

She wandered back to her office, annoyed that Stacie had all Dan’s
attention. Usually, she only gave him clients that would be there a few hours
or an evening at most, but she had no idea Stacie would be booking him for such
extended periods.

Angel sat at her desk. She balled her fist and hit it on the smooth
wood. She wished she had given the whole Stacie thing more thought. She wished
she’d not given her to Dan—there were other men she could have assigned. How on
earth was she going to fill the day? As the woman had booked him all night, it
looked like she wasn't even going to see him at all.

She stared into mid-air, needing something to inspire her. She had
to divert her thoughts from Dan and Stacie. She opened her laptop and brought
up the room agenda. She was feeling antsy and horny. She hadn’t managed to come
with Greg, despite all her efforts, and after her recent interactions with Dan,
she needed a little something. She looked at the venues for each room, seeing
if there was anything that caught her fancy.

Scanning the planned entertainments, Angel had an idea. Revitalized,
she sprang up and headed to her bedroom to prepare. She put her hair in a high
ponytail and redid her face, darker makeup than before, with bright red
lipstick. She pulled on a
halterneck
red dress with a
very short skirt and a massive scoop at the front to show off her considerable
assets. She didn’t bother with underwear—it only got in the way. She dug about
in her wardrobe, pulling out a pair of very red, very high stiletto heels. She
pushed her feet in them and twirled in front of the mirror. The skirt swirled
up to show her bare derriere. She smiled. Perfect! This outfit would get her
all the attention she needed.

Angel left the office making her way through reception acknowledging
the girls. She continued to the conservatory restaurant, deciding to get a
drink first. She sat in a corner watching customers come and go—literally in
some cases—staring around the place thinking about what she had before Desires came
along. She had messed about in school ending up with no qualifications. She’d
managed to get work as a sales assistant in a dress shop. Then, when she was
eighteen, her mum approached her.

She’d had no idea her mother owned a sex club. Angel had always been
told it was a private member’s club, and she’d just assumed it was like one of
those old-fashioned gentleman’s clubs. She’d been surprised, but her mother
always had been a free spirit. Mum had explained that she needed someone to
help out, on reception, on the bars, just an extra body. She offered Angel a
very good salary, well over twice what the dress shop paid. Angel thought about
it for about a
nano
-second then accepted. Later of
course, she realized Mum was training her to take over, learning about the club
and how it was run. Mum still owned it now, but Angel was an only child. When
she eventually died, all this would be hers. With both of them working there,
Mum sold their house and moved them both in to the club, ploughing the money
from the sale into the club, expanding, decorating, advertising.

Angel arrived at Desires with an open mind and a respect for what
people wanted. At eighteen, she wasn't a virgin, and she found that she loved,
enjoyed and lived for sex. While her mum hadn’t taken her on to work at Desires
as a sex worker, she soon discovered the perks of working in a sex club. She
experimented with toys, men, girls, groups—anything goes so long as no one gets
hurt, was Angel’s only rule.

Desires offered everything, literally everything any fetishist could
desire, along with excellent food, orgies, shows, escorts, dirty weekends,
threesomes, and swinging. Provided it was legal, no underage girls or
bestiality, or any other such distasteful activities, Desires was a safe and
enclosed place where people could come and be whoever they wanted to be without
fear of judgement or censure. It was Angel’s idea that the club could offer
help in redeveloping sex lives and teaching the timid how to enjoy their
bodies. There was a counsellor who she could call on when necessary, giving a
helping hand to couples with marital problems, where one partner had a high sex
drive and the other didn’t. If a customer came to Angel with a particular
request that was not currently catered for, Angel would ensure that the next
time they came, it would be there.

She sat at a table sipping on a small glass of white wine, watching
her customers enjoying themselves.
This
isn’t a sight you’d seen anywhere else
, she mused as she looked around.
Some liked to walk around naked, some in underwear, others in highly erotic and
exotic outfits, and then there were some who looked as if there were dressed up
for a night at the opera, clothed in smart suits and stunning gowns. Everyone
mingled, relaxed and made new friends. There were quite a few well-known faces
here. Angel had a number of high-profile clients. For everyone’s security, all
customers signed a confidentiality contract. Nothing was to be mentioned about
the place outside the main front door. Of course, they could recommend her
establishment to like-minded friends, but no names, no details. They didn’t
even get past her office until they’d signed the contract.

Three male workers entered, looking around. They saw Angel and
smiled. She waved in greeting and beckoned them over. Her workers were very
special to her. They helped maintain Desires’ reputation—they
were
Desires, from the show girls to the
bar staff, and especially the tutors, who had to have very special qualities.

Chris was middle-aged, bold, very handsome, and popular as a sugar
daddy figure. He liked spanking, both giving and receiving.

Lewis was in his late twenties, tall, lean and full of personality. He
was the joker, the prankster—he hated a bad atmosphere and would invariably
calm any tension down with his antics.

Marc was in his thirties, worked out a lot—giving him the thick
bulky muscles a lot of women liked. He exploited his body-type, shaving his
head to come across as a tough, hard, bad boy. But Angel knew he was a total
pussycat.

They sat at Angel’s table, chatting, telling her what they had been
up to. Gossip was always welcome. Angel couldn’t be everywhere in the club, and
she enjoyed catching up on what her regulars were up to, and whether there was
anyone new and interesting. All new customers came through her, but she often
didn’t find out what happened once they pitched in with the activities.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Jessica, one of her workers,
entering. She turned to look. At the other end of a dog leash, naked but for a
dog collar, was one of her newer customers. He had come for his interview a week
ago, very shy and quiet. She’d struggled to get a word out of him, having to
use all her diplomatic skills before finally getting him to confess, very
shame-facedly, that he wanted to be treated like a dog.

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” Angel had said, sitting back in her
chair, mentally going over who would be the best for the job. Commanding, yet
attractive, Jessica came to mind. She’d checked that Jessica was okay with it
before assuring the grateful man that she had someone perfect for him.

Tonight Jessica was dressed in a black PVC mini-dress and boots, her
blonde hair tied high in a ponytail. She snapped an order at the man who sat up
and begged. Jessica fed him a treat and patted his head. She held a riding crop
in one hand, undoubtedly to use on the man should he dare to disobey.

Angel stood up, leaving the men talking over drinks and headed over
to Jessica. “Hello honey. How’s everything going?”

“Not bad, I have just taken the dog for a walk.”

Angel looked down at the man, his collar around his neck, waiting
for Jessica’s next command. His was one of the more unusual requests Angel had
had to handle. When she’d set a room up as a nursery for grown-up babies at one
man’s request, she’d though that odd, but it had proved surprisingly popular
since. But this one was the first dog they’d had.

“Is he being a good boy?”

“Not bad, could be better,” she answered. “He needs more training.”
She flourished the crop, and the ‘dog’ whined and grovelled.

“Oh dear, that’s not good. We can’t have naughty little doggies
here. Maybe he needs his mistress to be more forceful.”