Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  She prepared her coffee to her liking, then sipped thoughtfully. When her breakfast arrived, Stacie ate with relish clearing the whole plate. Evidently, sex was good for the appetite. She felt much better after she’d eaten something.

  Stacie then saw Angel walk in the room, looking more soberly dressed than she had the night before. In fact, she had to look twice to make sure it was she.

  Stacie watched her standing at the bar, her long black hair hanging straight down to her shoulders. She was wearing a satin jacket over a white vest, which she’d teamed with skinny jeans and ordinary black boots. A chunky gold chain hung round her neck. She looked stunning. Mind you, Angel would look stunning in a binbag. Stacie saw her looking in her direction. She turned away quickly, pretending she hadn’t noticed her.

  Her heart beat wildly as she stared in the opposite direction, watching a couple reading a newspaper.

  “Good morning, Stacie. May I join you?”

  The pit of Stacie’s stomach churned. She turned her head to see Angel standing before her. Angel looked pretty and almost normal, but Stacie felt more afraid of her in these clothes than in her PVC.

  “Sure.”

  Angel folded her long legs into the chair opposite Stacie. “No Dan?”

  Stacie noticed her makeup was very well applied. Her lips were red and luscious, and her eyes dark with purple eye-shadow. Stacie sat feeling like a complete mess, no makeup, her hair untidy.

  “No, he’s sleeping.”

  “So you’re enjoying your own company?”

  “I guess so.”

  “How are you finding Desires?”

  Stacie felt anxious, unsure how she should answer the question. Angel frightened her. In Stacie’s job she was used to powerful people who constantly talked down at her. She usually just ignored them and got on with her job. Angel intimidated her in a different way. She was gorgeous, powerful and ran Desires. She must need a strong hand, authorising and commanding all the time. She wasn’t the kind of person to get on the wrong side of. As she pondered her answer, the waiter brought Angel a cup of black coffee. His manner was anxious and deferential, with none of the almost insolent impertinence he had shown Stacie.

  “It’s different,” Stacie said, when the waiter had gone.

  “It certainly is, thank goodness, or I’d be out of a job! Dan tells me you are doing very well.”

  Stacie took a sip of her own coffee, feeling her chest tightening, thinking about the performance in the reception area last night, which Angel had seen.

  “I’m really pleased to hear that,” she added.

  “Even after yesterday?”

  “You mean that whole thing with James? I wouldn’t worry about it. We’re all entitled to our own opinions. Personally, I was more bothered about what he said to Dan. He shouldn’t be judging Dan’s fantastic work.” Now that comment Stacie certainly couldn’t argue with. “I don’t accept that behaviour, especially when it involves someone who works here. If Dan was bad at his job then I would have certainly looked further into the situation, in private, but as I know Dan is amazing then I don’t have to. James was badly in the wrong. If anything, he needs to be examining his own attitude.”

  “Do you actually run this place then?”

  “Yes. The people who come here have been coming for years and I enjoy seeing the same people as well as meeting new people. My mother used to run it. Now, she just sits in the back and watches me run around screaming the orders which amuses her! I enjoy being in charge, maintaining Desires’ good reputation. And I love bossing people about,” she said, laughing.

  “I bet. Have you been running it long?”

  “About four years. When my mother used to run it, I spent quite a few weekends here watching her and occasionally having the odd dabble.”

  “Did you work here?” Stacie couldn’t imagine any mother running a sex club and employing her own daughter as a sex worker.

  “I used to help out with the admin side of things, but nothing else. If I indulged, it was strictly for pleasure only,” Angel said. “I also heard that you are a bit of a dark horse yourself.”

  Stacie looked at her, concerned. What was she talking about? Stacie was no dark horse. Her life was dull, dull, dull. There certainly wasn’t anything for her to be a dark horse about. “What do you mean?”

  “I heard you went into the orgy room last night.” Stacie stared at her. Her heart started to jack-hammer and her stomach roiled. “Don’t look so frantic, I know about everyone in this building, no one escapes my clutches, I can tell you. So what did you think?”

  “Sorry?” she answered, as her mind tried to process the horror of Angel knowing.

  “What did you think?” Angel repeated.

  “It was okay.” She paused, wondering if Angel thought she had slept with someone else other than Dan. “Dan joined me.”

  “So, you enjoyed it then?” Angel said with a grin.

  “Yes, it was okay,” she answered yet again. Why would Angel ask? Maybe she was doing a little customer satisfaction research. Impishly, Stacie wondered what Angel would do if she gave negative feedback.

  Stacie didn’t wish to tell Angel exactly how much she blanked everyone else in the room out and just concentrated on Dan. The orgy room wasn't exactly what Stacie would have thought an orgy room would be, people swapping partners and experimenting with others, but then Stacie was learning that Desires wasn't exactly what she might have thought it was at all.

  “Tell me, Stacie,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee as the waiter arrived with a rack of toast and a small tray with little pats of butter and tiny pots of various spreads. “What turns you on the most?” Angel spread a slice of toast with jam and took a bite.

  Dan. The answer sprang instantly to the forefront of Stacie’s mind. Stacie hesitated, wishing she could just not answer. But Angel was the boss and knew most of her personal details anyway. She sat there, looking at her, waiting for the answer.

  There is no way she could tell Angel how much Dan turned her on. The shrewd woman would no doubt divine that Stacie had developed feelings for Dan and she would probably be escorted off of the premises. Her heart raced faster. God, she had to think of something, just to get Angel off her back.

  “I enjoy having my clitoris sucked,” she finally said weakly. It was true, very true in fact, just the thought made her wild and hot. Better still if Dan was doing the licking.

  Angel smiled. “God, yes that is fucking amazing. I have a slight confession to make,” she said, wiping her mouth with the napkin. “I have to have that at least once a day, it’s my addiction. I’m not all that bothered about cock, but the clitoris, fucking hell…what an explosion, I just love the build up and sensation, fucking hell…” she paused. “Mind blowing or what?”

  “Yes, I must admit I’d forgotten how amazing it is.”

  “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make sure Dan gives you one of our ‘keep it quivering’ leaflets, regardless if you come back or not.” She paused and took a sip of her coffee. “Are you coming back?”

  “I’m not sure,” Stacie said, taking a sip of her own coffee to hide her sudden confusion.

  “Does all the testosterone put you off?”

  Stacie almost choked on her drink as she attempted to answer her quickly, “No.”

  “It can get too much, that’s why I’m pleased there is plenty of girl on girl action here also. Has Dan shown you around Desires?”

  “Only a little,” she replied. Over Angel’s shoulder she saw Dan walk into the room. Stacie’s heart began to race and she firmly quelled the smile that threatened to spread over her face. Angel turned around to see what had caught Stacie’s attention.

  “Dan, come here,” Angel commanded Dan. He obeyed with no hesitation.

  “Good morning, Dan,” Angel said, then glanced at her watch with a quirky smile, “Only just, mind. Stacie said you needed your beauty sleep, so she left you to it.”

  “You should have woken me,” he told Stacie,
taking a seat at the table to Stacie’s left.

  “Sorry, I just thought I should leave you.”

  “Nah, wake him up, get his cock hard and shag him senseless for breakfast. A bit of sausage is much more appetizing than scrambled eggs.”

  Stacie looked at Angel, shocked at the way she spoke about him. Then she looked at him. His face was impassive, she couldn’t tell if he minded or not—or even if he enjoyed it or not.

  The waiter arrived taking Dan’s order and cleared the table.

  “Anyway, I have work to do. Enjoy the rest of your time here at Desires, Stacie, and I hope you will come back,” Angel said, before standing up and leaving them alone.

  Stacie was left wondering what on earth to say to Dan when his coffee arrived. They sat making general chitchat, but Stacie found it hard work. She had to work hard not to let her emotions show and she was struggling to put what Angel said about having him for breakfast out of her mind.

  “What would you like to do today?” he asked her as his full English breakfast arrived. She watched him squirt the ketchup all over the place then dive in with his knife and fork.

  “Not really sure, anything you suggest.” A question was playing on her mind. Best to get it out in the open. “When did you speak to Angel about me?” she blurted.

  “Last night. She caught up with me when I was getting some air. Why?” he asked, looking at her as he filled his fork again.

  “Just wondered.”

  “Angel knows everything about everyone in this place, it’s her job to make sure everyone’s happy,” he said. “You look tired.” He put the fork into his mouth.

  “I didn’t sleep much.”

  He swallowed. “Was the bed uncomfortable?”

  “No, I just couldn’t sleep. My mind was working overtime,” Stacie said. She watched him eat his food. Just the actions of him filling his fork and putting it into his mouth were fascinating to her. At least he had good table manners, not talking until he’d emptied his mouth, not like Graham who would happily talk through a mouthful of food, spraying bits everywhere.

  “I hate that, all you want to do is sleep and your brain begins thinking about anything and everything,” Dan said.

  The conversation drifted to a halt. The only thing on Stacie’s mind couldn’t be said, and anything else she thought of was just inane small talk.

  “I might just step outside while you eat. I need some air,” she told him in the end. His mouth was full so he just nodded.

  Stacie almost ran from the room. How long could she hold out before he started noticing her weird behaviour? She wandered down the corridor until she got to the back door leading to the patio.

  She opened the door and the cold air hit her. Stacie stepped outside, everything looked sad and cold. She walked across the patio and toward the deserted garden. Stacie stood on the frosty grass inhaling the cold winter air. She filled her lungs then released, seeing her breath cascading out into the air.

  Hearing voices, she turned to see a man and woman come out. They stood under the heaters and lit cigarettes, beginning to gossip. Stacie paid little attention to anything but stared unseeing at the garden, thinking about Dan and what she should do. She didn’t feel that saying anything would help the situation, because of the contract, that damn fucking contract. Maybe she should step back into the real world and see where it took her?

  After about ten minutes of serious thinking and no conclusions, Stacie wandered back into the building. It had started already. There were many more people hanging around in raunchy outfits than there had been before. She made her way back to the restaurant to find Dan chatting to the barmaid. Stacie walked in and smiled.

  “Hello there, I was just about to come and find you,” Dan said.

  “Were you?”

  “Yes, of course,” he said and took a step closer. “You okay?”

  “Fine. So, what are we doing today?”

  He started to walk toward the door and she fell in step beside him.

  “Do you fancy the grand tour?” he asked, opening the door for her.

  “You mean there’s more I haven’t seen yet?” Stacie walked through, out into the corridor.

  “Lots.”

  “Why not.”

  Dan took hold of her hand. The intimate gesture quickened her breath, but she barely had time to savour it before he was leading her toward the back of the building. Instead of turning to the patio she had just come from, he went through another set of double doors. This corridor was dimly-lit and there were many anonymous doors leading off. He took her straight past them before finally stopping at one that looked no different from the others. He opened it to reveal a staircase lit with candle-bulbs in black iron sconces.

  At the bottom was a corridor which led off in both directions. The wall was bare brick with yet more doors. The same candle bulbs and sconces were placed between the doors, and the floor was bare concrete slabs. She followed Dan down the corridor past at the large wooden studded doors. They almost looked like dungeons. Stacie guessed that was the intention. They had probably been storage cellars at one point in the mansion’s history.

  It was cool and clammy down here and she shivered. She saw Dan up ahead holding a door open and hurried her steps toward him.

  “Come in,” he told her. She entered the room.

  The eerie flickering bulbs lit brick walls and a cold concrete floor. At Dan’s encouraging, she stepped further in and saw a bed with shackles and a neck brace, a cast iron cage hanging off the ceiling and restraints left, right and centre.

  The other equipment in the room she couldn’t begin to identify, but Dan pointed out a stool spanker, a punishment bench and a sex swing. There was a wall full of bondage equipment, whips, paddles, handcuffs, chastity belts for him and her and ropes in all different colours. Stacie couldn’t believe her eyes, there was everything, dildos, nipple accessories, gags, chains, feathers and bondage clothing including masks. Stacie was freaked out all over again. She was just coming to terms with Desires, but being faced with evidence of some of the things people liked to do to each other was disturbing.

  “Have you used this room?” she asked, picking up a grooved paddle.

  “Only to get equipment out of,” he told her. He reached behind him and picked up a whip. “Come here.”

  “No, I don’t think so,” she said, stepping back away from him.

  “I will not hurt you, I promise. If I do, you can have the weekend free on me. Trust me.”

  Stacie stared into his eyes, seeing nothing but calm reassurance there. She moved closer to him, still a little anxious, but wanting to trust him. Maybe he could show her what people saw in all this.

  “Bend over the bench,” he said with her looking deep into his eyes whilst he ran the leather strands through the palm of his hand. Stacie positioned herself over the bench, tensing up and closing her eyes. She heard the gentle whistle of the whip as it approached and cringed away, scared it would hurt. To her surprise, it was soft and gentle, almost like a caress. Dan trailed the tails of the whip up her back, then whipped her bottom again, a tiny bit harder. Shivers ran down her spine and Stacie wriggled on the bench. She felt Dan moved closer behind her, then felt his hands on her, undoing her jeans. She froze and he stopped.

  “Trust me,” he said again.

  Stacie relaxed. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He certainly wouldn’t want to jeopardise their friendship. Or his earnings, the cynical part of her interjected.

  Dan pulled down her jeans. The cool air hit her flesh. She felt his hand caressing her bottom, running his hand softly over her skin. His hand moved away and Stacie clenched her buttocks, anticipating his next move. Surely it would hurt more without the protective denim covering her tender skin. Dan put a light swing into his wrist with no force at all and again gently lashed. Stacie felt no pain, only a light burning sensation, heating her skin.

  “Well what do you think?” she heard him ask.

  “It’s not too bad.”

>   “Not all bondage involves pain. I just thought I would show you.” He put the whip back and she pulled her jeans back up, a little disappointed the demonstration was over. “And in here,” he told her, while walking through to an adjoining room, “is the cell.” Stacie looked into the cold cell with cast iron restraints set in place. It looked evil, freezing, not inviting at all. There was even a small metal bed pan situated in the corner.

  Dan closed the door and crossed over to the other side of the room, opening another door. There were more of the ubiquitous flickering lights, which illuminated a St. Andrew’s cross against the far wall, complete with handcuffs and feet restraints, and another wall full of various bits of equipment she couldn’t begin to imagine the use of.

  “This is exceptionally extreme,” he said to her as she reluctantly stepped in.

  Stacie walked up to the cross, Dan coming up behind her.

  “This can be used for all different kinds of fetish. Have a go,” he said, stepping past her and pressing his body against the cross, putting his hands and feet to the restraints.

  Stacie stared at him. “What, you want me to tie you up?”

  “I am all yours. Restrain me and use whatever you choose, feathers if you like. Sometimes it’s nice to be out of control. Try it.”

  “Can I pass?”

  “You can if you wish, but it’s not all about pain. Try something sensual.”

  “I’m not sure,” Stacie replied, looking around the scary room, then back at Dan.

  “Go on, what harm will it do? Use that blindfold, so I don’t know what’s coming. That’s always exciting.”

  “How can that be exciting? I could just tie you up and leave you here.”

  “Oh, I see,” he said with a twinkle, removing his body from the cross. “So you would restrain your partner and walk away and leave him to be punished in that manner.”

  “Absolutely, especially if he is driving me loopy.”

  “I’d better give that one a miss then.” He walked toward her. “I don’t actually think you would leave me there though.”