“Sorry, I’m driving…” Stacie began, holding out a hand to stop the young woman, who glanced at Angel in enquiry.
“Trust me, it will relax you. Just make it half a glass for Miss Clifford,” she said to the receptionist, who nodded and obeyed before leaving the room quietly. “How did you find out about Desires?” Angel asked, folding her arms over the clipboard.
“I was clearing out some of my ex-husband’s stuff and I saw an advert in one of his magazines.”
“You were shocked, right?”
Stacie nodded. “Very much so. It was a, you know, one of those magazines.” Her face felt so hot she was amazed it wasn't setting off the fire alarm. “I only looked through out of curiosity. I’d never seen anything like that before.”
“And you saw our advert.”
“Yes.”
“So what made you decide to make contact?”
“I was intrigued. I kept the advert in my underwear drawer for months. I kept taking it out and looking at it, then losing my nerve and putting it back.”
“What changed?”
“Well, I guess I thought I needed a little fun back in my life.”
“But you’re still not sure, are you, Stacie?” Angel’s eyes were keen and all-seeing. Stacie gave a tiny shake of her head. “Why not?”
“I just don’t know if this is the right kind of fun for me,” Stacie answered, deciding to be blunt. “No offence, but it’s all a bit…well…icky.”
“I see.” Angel smiled. “Well, only you can decide on whether Desires is right for you. You’re right. It’s not for everyone. But you’ve told me what you are looking for and, if you decide to stay with us, we will make sure you receive it. You need confidence. I can clearly see that by the way you are dressed.”
Offended, Stacie glanced down at her work suit, seeing nothing wrong with it. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”
“You’re covering up all your best assets. Your blouse is almost around your neck, your skirt is far too long and I bet you are wearing tights rather than stockings.”
Stacie’s eyebrows shot up. How did she know?
“So,” Angel continued without a break, “tell me a little about yourself, your personal life and the last time you had sex, as well as your turn-on points.”
Sex. Even the word scared Stacie. She needed to answer Angel’s questions but her mind had gone blank. Maybe I should just leave. Just stand up and walk out. That’s the easy option. But if I give up now, that’s one more thing I’ve failed at. I have to do something.
Stacie gathered the courage to answer Angel’s questions. “I work for a fashion magazine. I’ve worked there since leaving college. I was married to a violent monster who drank himself stupid, and demanded sex. He also hit me till I was black and blue. I have no children, thank goodness, and no friends. I live for my work. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The last time I had sex was with the monster. What turns me on? I have no idea.” There, that should shut her up.
Angel didn’t miss a beat. “You must have some idea what turns you on.” Stacie stared at Angel, full of puzzlement. Angel leaned back in her leather chair and played with her pen.
“Do you like your breasts played with or do you like the man to dive straight into your knickers?” Angel gave as an example, staring at Stacie.
Stacie glared back at Angel’s abruptness. “First I have to get to know him.”
“Good point, so you like…what, chat?”
“I guess…No…yes…I like to get to know him before…you know.”
“So you’re not a quickie girl?”
“God, no…I like romance with a meal, dim atmospheric lighting, a bit of flirting and sweet talking.” Stacie’s eyes misted at the fantasy before Angel’s sharp voice interrupted.
“You like a bore, then?”
“No…I like chitchat. I am not the kind of girl to open my legs that quickly.”
“So you like the build up? You want respect?”
“I want to be respected. Yes.”
“Then what, chat, coffee and sex?”
“Not on the first date!” Stacie answered, annoyed.
“But why?” Angel fired back.
“Don’t you think that’s desperate?”
“Not necessarily. It depends who you are and what you’re after. Some girls aren’t bothered about who they are with, it’s what’s inside the trousers. Other girls, like yourself, prefer the build up. Also, it depends on whether you’re just after a one-night stand or a relationship,” Angel said, leaning back in the leather chair before continuing, “Now. Turn-on points, breasts or—”
Stacie decided it was like going to the doctor with something embarrassing. Best just to say it. “I like my breasts to be caressed.”
“Excellent. I need to make a few notes,” Angel started to write on the clipboard. “When was the last time you masturbated?”
Okay, now that really was too much! This woman was just too intrusive. Stacie stuck out a mutinous chin.
“I need to know, Stacie, or I can’t properly help you.”
Oh God! “Quite a while ago. I have completely lost interest.”
“Because of your ex-husband?”
“I guess so. In the beginning of our relationship it was okay, but then once the ring went on my finger he changed. Out went the romance and flowers. Along came the booze, drugs and violence. I guess I’ve forgotten what love-making is.”
“Sounds like he did an amazing job of messing you up. He’s made you feel worthless and abused you mentally as well as physically. I give you full credit for gathering the courage to come here and attempt to regain what I call the joy of life. Love-making is the most amazing feeling with the right person, and I promise you, we will help you.” Her brisk tone had gone, to be replaced by gentle compassion that made her seem an altogether nicer person. “However, there is one thing. You are here to be taught and not, and I repeat not, to fall in love,” Angel said, sitting forward and looking Stacie directly in the eye.
“I will match you with a tutor who will help to give you confidence in both self-stimulation and also intercourse. He will not treat you like dirt, but with respect. The tutors in this place are paid by sessions and won’t do the romantic build-up that you like, but I will chat with your tutor first, make him understand your feelings and relax your tension. He will treat you well and he will care for you. I have seen women in your position fall in love with their tutor, thinking he feels the same because he is caring. But he’s just doing his job. And the women are inevitably disappointed.”
Stacie found herself nodding. She could see how that could happen.
Angel continued more briskly. “Now, on a different note, everyone likes different things sexually and what works for one person may not work for another. If there is anything, and I mean anything, you are not happy with please say and it will be stopped instantly. You’re not here to be unhappy or feel as if you have to do anything. Your happiness and satisfaction is paramount to us. Let Desires bring back your life, fun, love and enjoyment of being who you are. It’s Stacie-time now.”
Angel then reached in her top desk drawer. “Here is our contract,” she said, pushing some papers across the desk toward Stacie. Stacie stood up and moved forward to take them from her, glancing over the paper as Angel continued speaking.
“You’ll note the clause stating no emotional involvement with your tutor or tutors. This is strictly forbidden. They are here to teach you only. You sign here…” Angel said, pointing on the contract where to sign.
Stacie skimmed the contract, sipping her wine, and then sat back on the edge of the sofa.
“The prices are listed on the second sheet. You can decide whether to book a whole course in one go, or book individual sessions. There is a discount for block bookings, but I expect you’ll want to see how it goes first of all. See how you feel later once you’ve met your tutor. I have put on your sheet that you need to start from scratch, which includes masturbation. Is tha
t okay with you?”
Stacie swallowed the mouthful of wine she’d just taken, nodding convulsively. It was all so…business-like.
“It also states there will be no secret meetings with any of your tutors. Anything said outside could lead to court action. Payment is either up front or you can set up an account, which one of the girls can take you through later if you prefer. All equipment and all relevant instruments must be left on these premises unless you have permission from your tutor to have them. All items need to be signed out. Does that seem fair to you?”
“Totally.” Equipment? Relevant instruments? She hadn’t realized there was going to be homework! Stacie suppressed a hysterical giggle.
Angel stood up and walked toward the door. “I’ll just let you have a look through those. I’ll be back in a moment.” She left and Stacie leaned back on the squashy sofa for a minute, feeling somewhat stunned. She read through the contract and glanced over the price list. It wasn't cheap, but it would be worth it. If she did as Angel suggested and just did individual sessions to begin with, there was no commitment. She could just stop coming if it wasn’t working for her. She levered herself up off the sofa and walked over to Angel’s desk, contract in hand. She exhaled slowly and then quickly picked up Angel’s pen and scribbled her name on the dotted line. She left the contract on the desk, but kept hold of the price list. A minute later Angel came back, smiling when she saw the signed contract.
“Welcome to the Desires family. I’m so happy to have you with us.”
And my money, Stacie thought but said nothing.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you briefly about what you will encounter and then I’ll assign you your tutor. Firstly, you need help and guidance with understanding your body sexually and finding your way around it. You will learn your own likes and dislikes, how your body works, your turn-ons and turn-offs and, most importantly, your tutor will help you gain confidence. Each time you achieve a goal, you and your tutor will make the decision on the next stage.”
Stacey just nodded.
“If there’s anything you feel unsure about, just tell your tutor and he will advise or talk you through anything you don’t understand. Any questions?”
Overwhelmed with the information she’d been given, Stacie couldn’t think of anything to ask. “No, not at the moment.”
“Well if you think of anything please do not hesitate to ask either myself or your tutor…”
As Angel was speaking, something popped into Stacie’s mind. “Will I be treated like a whore?”
“Absolutely not. Well, not unless you want to be.”
“Want to be! Why would anyone want that?”
“As I said, everyone likes different things. But from what you’ve said that’s not your thing. Your tutor will look after you through your journey here at Desires and make sure you get the best treatment,” Angel reassured her.
“What if I don’t like my tutor?”
“You will, trust me. But if you don’t, I’ll assign you someone else. Here’s an information booklet I need you to read. It’s just some information about the building and where the fire escapes are, that sort of thing. Health and safety, you know. I’ll leave you for a few minutes while I talk to your tutor. I will give him your details and make sure the room is ready,” Angel said. She stood up and headed for the door, pausing to give Stacie a reassuring smile before leaving the room.
Stacie skimmed through the booklet, taking in the salient information before putting it to one side.
Indulging her curiosity, she wandered over to the bookshelves, glancing at a few of the books. She shouldn’t have been surprised to see they were variations on a theme. There was one on bondage, one devoted to masturbation, and one about sex positions. She opened the sex positions book, leafing through the pages. Every page was a full-colour photograph depicting men and women in various coital positions. And they weren’t just couples either. There was one woman being penetrated by three different men in three different orifices. On another page, a man was penetrating a woman while he himself was being penetrated by another man. Shocked and embarrassed, she put the book back.
Stacie trailed her finger along the long line of books about every possible aspect of the sexual act, from basic anatomy to fetishes she’d never heard of. The club was into serious business.
She sat back down on the edge of the sofa waiting for Angel to come back. At least she wouldn’t have to get into any of the weird stuff. Just simple nice sex, with, hopefully, a nice caring man.
Angel swept back into the office. Stacie had to admire her. She bet Angel never had a problem speaking her mind, or telling someone they were wrong, unlike Stacie. Maybe one day she would have an ounce of the confidence Angel seemed to ooze.
“I’ve met with your tutor,” she was saying as she rested her curvaceous bottom on the edge of her desk. Stacie snapped her awareness back to Angel. “He’s called Dan and he’s twenty-three years old.”
Twenty-three?
“Is there a problem?” Angel said, a look of concern flitting across her face.
“Don’t you think he’s too young?”
“No, not at all. He’s exactly what you need. Dan’s not your typical young immature man. If you have a problem with him, I will select someone else. But I wouldn’t worry. Dan is perfect for you. Trust me.”
There was that phrase again. Trust me. Stacie wasn’t convinced. Surely someone her own age, or older, would be more appropriate to teach her, not some kid eight years younger than her.
“Are you ready to meet him?” Angel said, standing up and walking toward the door.
“I guess.”
“You don’t sound keen.” Angel turned back.
“Sorry…I’m just concerned.”
“Don’t worry. If you don’t like Dan, I can assign you someone else, or you can just leave. I won’t tie you down. Unless you want me to.” Angel waggled her eyebrows and Stacie couldn’t help but smile.
Stacie inhaled a deep breath, and stood up on wobbly legs. Angel held the door open for her and they went back out into the corridor.
Stacie’s imagination took over. Images of what her twenty-three-year-old tutor might look like filled her mind. He could be ugly, covered in tattoos, piercings, have weird hair or those stretched ears. Perhaps the fire exit might be the better option. And now she knew where they were, thanks to the health and safety booklet.
They headed back to the reception area and up one of the staircases. Stacie glanced down at the receptionist who smiled at her encouragingly. At the top of the stairs, there was a long corridor with many doors off it. Angel headed off briskly down the carpeted passageway. There was a chair outside each door. More explicit pictures decorated the walls with small wall lights highlighting them. There were no other lights in the corridor so the effect was warm and calming. Halfway down the corridor there was a statue of a couple embracing. The man’s hands caressed the woman’s breasts. One of her hands surrounded his impressive cock while the other was twined round his neck.
Stacie was staring at the pictures so intently she didn’t notice Angel come to a halt, and bumped into her.
“You okay?” Angel asked.
“Sorry, just admiring the artwork.” Stacie felt her face flush, but Angel just smiled.
“No problem. Are you ready?”
“I guess so,” she said. Her mouth felt dry and her heart beat so loud, she felt sure Angel could hear it.
Angel opened the door for her then called, “Dan.”
“Hello,” Stacie heard a male voice answer. His voice sounded sweet, not too deep.
“Dan, I would like you to meet your new client, Stacie,” Angel said.
Stacie moved closer to the door as it opened wider from the inside. The most beautiful, for there was no other word for him, and so very young man stood before her, with a smile so sweet and gentle her knees crumbled. Her body quivered at the sight of him. She felt embarrassed that she had worried about what he might look like, her embarrassment
quickly replaced with worry over what he might think of her. What would such a stunning young Adonis think of having to service a distinctly average and ordinary woman like her whose bits had already started to head south?
Stacie tried to return Dan’s welcoming smile, but she knew it lacked conviction.
Angel continued the introduction. “Stacie, this is Dan, your tutor. I think you’ll be happy, but if you have any concerns, you know where I am.” Stacie only vaguely registered Angel’s words. She was lost in Dan’s eyes.
Stacie entered the room, holding her head low. She felt like such a fool. What had she been thinking?
Angel left the room without another word. The door closed quietly behind her. Stacie tried to look anywhere except at Dan.
“Hi,” he said easily. She glanced at him, making eye contact for as brief a moment as possible. He was perfect in every way possible. He wore black jeans and an open-necked purple shirt. His hair was such a dark brown as to be almost black. It had a little unruly curl to it, making Stacie want to wind those silky curls round her fingers. He had warm brown eyes, and pouty, sexy lips. He was lean in build, about eleven stone and about six foot tall.
Stacie couldn’t believe her luck. However, the memory that this angelic-looking young man had to teach her how to masturbate elbowed its way back into her conscious mind. Her face felt as if someone were blasting a blowtorch at her and she turned away to hide her cherry-red cheeks.
A few seconds went by and in the utter silence that fell between them, she heard the faint sound of him moving toward her. She kept her eyes downturned and shivered when she realised he was so close she could almost feel his body heat. He’d come round to face her—she could see his feet. She forced herself to look up at him, seeing only happy welcome in his gentle smile, not a trace of the half-hidden disappointment, resignation, or even revulsion she had feared she would see. He was a very good actor. Then she braced for impact as he came toward her and landed a gentle kiss on first one cheek, then the other. He smelled of chocolate and spices.
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