Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  Nicole sat stunned by the candour of the conversation. There had obviously been a big shift in the pecking order between DL and Christopher.

  “Thank you for telling me those things Christopher, but I’m not sure how it helps?”

  “I just thought I’d tell it as I see it; but if you repeat it I’ll have to kill you! *laugh*”

  Nicole chuckled to herself.

  “I’ll not breathe a word!”

  *

  Douglas Vaughan could barely contain his excitement. Everything was set; he would meet her at the Ball, they would “play” for a while amongst those that they knew, and then come back to his house. She was stopping for the weekend, so there was plenty of time to get her into his special room. As he went around his house checking that all was as it should be, he was almost skipping with joy. All the hard work he had put into her was going to pay off! It had taken him YEARS to find the right one, and in just two days’ time he would have what he wanted. He went up to his bedroom and into the walk-in closet. His outfit for the Ball was hung against the far wall (he couldn’t wait to put it on!) but he used his famed willpower to resist the temptation, and merely stroked it lovingly. She would be blown away when she saw it! How could she possibly resist him when he was wearing THAT for her? He giggled to himself as he returned to the main room and flopped on his bed. He was hard (would it matter if he relieved himself tonight?) but once again, he stopped himself, as he wanted to be full for her at the weekend. He rolled onto his back and smiled again knowingly. Once she was here, he would cover her with his seed, great globs of it… that pretty little face of hers would be totally different then!

  *

  Christopher had turned his computer off and returned to the paperwork on his desk. Despite the late hour he still had the finishing touches to do for the Ball (it had to be ready to go down to London in the morning, so that the fitters could prepare the club), so he made sure by re-reading it that he had missed nothing. He knew this was his big test; get this right and DL will have the confidence to leave things to him. He sat back and looked out of his large office windows. He felt as though he was on the verge of a huge adventure… a life-changing moment that would define him to the world and cement his place at the head of the Der Unterworld Empire. He allowed himself a brief smile, then sighed and started to read it all again.

  *

  Nicole had taken a leisurely bath, and now sat at her kitchen table with a hot malted drink. She had decided she would need something to help her sleep, and in the absence of something stronger, had settled for the healthier option. She couldn’t get the conversation with Christopher out of her head, so much so that she had fetched the letter DL had sent her and sat gazing at it, wondering what it all meant. She knew he was trying to tell her something, explain the way that he was (and the way he had acted!) but it was all too deep for her.

  “Trust me to get lumbered with a man that actually thinks!” she laughed to herself.

  And then there was the outfit. What if it was awful? What if it didn’t fit? What would she say to him when she saw him?

  She finished her drink; made sure the house was locked up for the night and went up to bed.

  After checking on her son (her mother had once again come to the rescue, and said she would baby-sit for the weekend), she slipped her robe off and climbed into bed. She lay there, the perfume of the bath oil and the fake tan (well it WAS winter and she couldn’t afford all the sun-bed sessions!) making her drowsy and yet a little horny. She ran her hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts. They were nice breasts (well, Nicole liked them and she’d had no complaints!), and her nipples hardened almost the instant her thumbs touched them. She loved having her nipples played with; adored having them squeezed and pulled. When they were engorged and slightly aching, she slid her left hand back down her belly and slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her experienced fingers found the hardness of her clit and she massaged it slowly the way she liked. She groaned softly and spread her thighs apart, her feet coming together in what she thought of as her “fiddling” position. She was not surprised that she was already wet and throbbing, it had been a while since she had experienced an orgasm (her mind went back to the last time and her pussy heated up threefold) and her fingers speeded up their pressure on her clit. She teased herself, holding back the sensations, knowing she was going to come like a train! She wanted something big and hard inside her, so reaching for her bedside cabinet she fumbled in the bottom drawer for the object of her desires. The vibrator was silky smooth and just the right thickness for her, so she eagerly guided it into her soaking pussy. As soon as it came into contact with her insides, she felt the tightening of her stomach muscles, and she couldn’t hold off any longer. Her head went back as her fingers were a blur on her clit, and the breath rushed out of her as she came, not once, but twice, in quick successions. Breathing hard, she withdrew the vibrator, brought it up to her lips and licked at her juices (she loved the way she tasted, come to think of it she had loved the way OTHER women had tasted!) then rolled onto her side and drifted off into a peaceful deep sleep.

  *

  DL paced his lobby. Since handing over the reins to Christopher he had found himself with not a lot to do and too much time to think. He hadn’t been into the office (which had been a daily trip) nor had he been online to look for Nicole. Christopher had told him of her response, which in fact had been more positive than he imagined it would be! He had found himself out in the garden with a spade in his hands, attacking the few weeds that sprouted amongst the shrubs; it suddenly dawned on him that he had a gardener! Dropping the spade, he stalked into the house, flinging his coat onto a chair in the kitchen. He started to make a coffee (did he have a maid? He couldn’t be sure, so carried on…) then rummaged in the cupboards for something to eat. Exasperated, he banged open door after door…

  “Is there not SOMETHING in this bloody house to eat?” he shouted at the kitchen.

  “You normally eat out, DL,” came the quiet voice of Christopher from the door.

  DL whirled round to face him.

  “No I fucking don’t I…” he paused, “you’re right… I do…” he slumped into a chair.

  “You know something laddie?” he looked at Christopher, “I have been looking forward to taking it easy for so long… and now that I can, I’m bored to death!”

  Christopher crossed the room and sat in the chair next to him.

  “Go and find her DL,” he said earnestly, “you have been like a cat on a hot tin roof waiting for a word from her. Just swallow some of that famous pride of yours and go to see her!”

  DL ran his hand over his head, his fingers splayed and pulling at the smooth skin. He looked up at Christopher and smiled.

  “When did you become so smart?” he laughed.

  “Since you made me have to think a little more!” Christopher smiled back at him. He reached over and put his hand on DL’s shoulder.

  “I’ve got the final plans for the Ball here, why don’t you come through to your study and go over them with me?”

  DL gave a big sigh and stood slowly.

  “Good idea, I’ve been looking forward to seeing what you came up with. Angela called me a couple of times with little snippets of what you had been doing (Christopher raised his eyebrows at this information), and from what she tells me it should be outstanding!”

  They walked across the hallway towards DL’s study. Christopher smiled to himself as they went through the door.

  “Well he did say he’d keep his eye on things,” he thought with a chuckle.

  *

  Nicole opened her eyes. Her alarm sounded strange this morning… more like the front door bell…

  “The front door!!”

  She jumped out of bed, grabbed her dressing gown and clattered down the stairs.

  Flinging open the door, she had to call the courier back as he reached the end of her drive. He returned slowly with a surly look on his face.

  “I fort no
-one wuz in…” he drawled, “you is lucky I heard yer… sign here!”

  Nicole grabbed the pad and pen, and scribbled her signature where his grubby finger was pointing. As she handed them back, she noticed that his eyes were riveted to the front of her gown. Looking down she noticed that her left breast had escaped and was displaying a hard nipple in the cool air of the morning.

  “Nosey!” she said with a snort, grabbing the parcel and slamming her front door closed. She retreated to the kitchen, her gaze sweeping the clock and realising it was only six in the morning.

  “Look at the fucking time!” she moaned, “I’m sure those bastards do it on purpose!”

  She threw the parcel on to the kitchen table and shuffled over to the kettle. After preparing a very dark coffee, she went back and sat down, turning the parcel over in her hands. It was obvious it contained more than just a dress! Intrigued now, she tore at the heavy brown paper until first a shoe box hit the table, and then a carefully wrapped soft package. There was also an envelope with her name on… and she recognised his writing immediately. She slit it open with her nail and read:

  “My dearest Nicole,

  I hope you find these things to your taste. I would be delighted if you choose to wear these items for the Ball; I wish to make up for my actions and this would be a beginning.

  Always…

  DL x”

  She smiled… he had put a KISS at the end of the letter!! Wonders never cease!

  She picked the shoe box and package up, and headed back to her bedroom. Climbing back into bed, she opened the box first. The neat black satin shoes had almost impossibly high thin heels (she wondered if she would be able to walk in them!) but she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and tried them on. They fit her perfectly (how DOES he do that?) and she stood carefully and walked over to her mirror. The heels extended the line of her legs, and pulling her gown open she admired the shape they gave to her ass and thighs. She practiced walking and turning in front of the mirror, watching the way her muscles were kept taught as the shoes made her more deliberate in her stride. She went back to the bed and opened the package. The long black dress looked way too small for her until she felt the give in the fabric; it would fit, but boy would it be tight!

  She looked for a zipper or something to open the back, but there was nothing, instead she found that the FRONT of the dress was slashed from the neckline to the floor, and held together by small threads that crisscrossed the gap. Letting her gown fall to the floor she carefully stepped into the dress, slowly easing it up to her waist, inserting her arms into the sleeves, and then shrugging the low neck over her breasts until it finished in a line with her shoulders. It felt like she had just acquired a second skin. She turned to the mirror and whistled at herself.

  “I look like a pornographic Morticia!” she smiled.

  The dress hugged her body, showing off the curves of her breasts and hips, and then clung to her legs all the way to her ankles, whereupon it seemed to ooze to the floor. She turned full-on to the mirror, pulling at the dress here and there until she felt it was right, and then looked down at her body.

  “Bloody hell!” she breathed, “I’m gonna have to make sure I shave really well!”

  The slash down the front did not hide a great deal.

  After another five minutes of tugs and posturing she grinned at herself in the mirror.

  “I love it! Wait ’til Jenny gets an eye full of THIS!”

  She carefully undressed and slipped back under her duvet. She was still grinning as she fell back to sleep and waited for her alarm to raise her at eight.

  *

  Waking for the second time that morning, Nicole moved around the house with purpose. Her train to London left at eleven so she had lots to do. After taking her son to school (her Mum would collect him later and take care of him over the weekend), she returned home and finished packing. She ticked off each item on her list as she placed them in her case, the new dress and shoes going in last with her make-up. Satisfied all was well, she checked the time (ten fifteen) and phoned for a taxi to take her to the station. While waiting, she called Jenny, who was as excited as she was about the Ball.

  “Hiya Jen, you just wait ‘til you see what DL sent me… its GORGEOUS!”

  “Huh… I wish I had a rich lover to pamper me with gifts and stuff… bitch!”

  Nicole laughed at the sulky voice on the other end of the phone.

  “Who knows… maybe we’ll find one for you at the Ball?”

  Jenny snorted derisively.

  “And what would I do with old misery-guts here? Trust me to be lumbered with a no hope bum!”

  The door-bell ended the conversation.

  “Taxi’s here! See you in about three hours… bye Jen!”

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 15

  ***

  Der Unterworld

  Christopher stood outside the entrance to the club with DL, pointing out the changes he had made to the front for tonight’s Ball.

  “That is an exact copy of the entrance to the Tower Of Babel,” he glanced at DL, “don’t look so worried… it’s fabricated from resin and will detach after we are finished with it!”

  DL smiled at him tightly.

  “Babel eh? When Angela told me of the Babylonian theme, I have to admit I was curious as to how you would make it fit our purpose, but I’m starting to get the idea…”

  “Damn!” said Christopher, “I wanted it to be a surprise! Just wait ’til I get my hands on that blabbermouth little tramp (he laughed at the look on DL’s face)… ok… I’ll only beat her a little bit.”

  “I’m sure she’ll be heartbroken!” grinned DL as they entered through the ornate edifice.

  Christopher stopped DL just before they reached the inner doors.

  “I’ve arranged for this to be a dress rehearsal. What you see will greet everyone tonight when they come in…” and he flung open the doors.

  They entered a twilight world lit only by burning torches scattered around the floor area and higher on the walls. From the centre of the room, the walls rose in tiers of about six feet high, all the way to the ceiling. As his eyes adjusted, DL could make out vines and creepers cascading down from each tier… and something else… so moving to the centre, he turned slowly to take in the scene. Amongst the plants there were people. Each one of them was naked, their skin glistening with oil, and all were suspended from the tiers by various means. Some were spread-eagled, others inverted in the manner of a St. Andrews cross, but all of them chained and helpless.

  “Behold the Gardens of Babylon!” said Christopher using his best Ring Master voice.

  “Each of our… volunteers… has been recruited from within the rooms of Der Unterworld. In fact we were inundated with requests to be suspended, so I chose those I considered most appealing. During the course of the evening our guests will have the opportunity to compete for the right to ascend the tiers and… entertain… the decorations. The higher they go the more extreme our little “hangee’s” tastes become, until, should they accomplish the tasks, they reach the pinnacle…”

  He pointed to a bright golden glow high up near the roof.

  “There is the top of the Tower of Babel. In there is the Oracle of Desires who can grant one wish – ANY wish – that the one who reaches the top may have!”

  DL turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

  “Any wish Christopher? Most of our guests will have some of the darkest wishes you and I could possibly imagine… you think you can cater for that?”

  “Fear not DL,” said Christopher with a bow, “I have thought of that. Those wishing to attempt the climb will be known to us beforehand, and I have access to their profiles from the rooms. Should any exhibit illegal tendencies, they will be “unfortunately detained” during their climb. I also have a secret weapon… the Oracle is lady J… and she will see to it that their wishes are channeled into something that can be catered for within the LifeStyle!”

  “And what of
the tasks they must perform? Do tell me more…” DL faced him with a smile.

  “Each of our decorations has a specific need. To pass from one tier to the next, our intrepid climbers must discover that need and bring release to them. Once each of the decorations has reached orgasm they may move on!”

  DL clapped his hands together loudly.

  “Brilliant! My boy, you have surpassed all expectations! This will be the Ball to end all balls! It will be talked about for years to come… now… we had better arrange for our decorations to be released, no point in them hanging around without the reward!”

  Christopher laughed.

  “Would you believe that nearly half of them have asked to stay there all day? I’ll get the others down once you have left; after all… I’m not sure I can trust you to be around all that naked, oiled and submissive flesh!”

  DL threw a mock punch and headed towards a bar area situated under one of the first level tiers. As he reached the counter, a drink was placed in front of him by the woman serving. He nodded his thanks, took a sip of the iced vodka (the only thing apart from single malt he drank), nodded in acknowledgement that they had the right brand, then turned and faced the room.

  He felt a deep sense of pride watching Christopher bark out orders to the staff. Who would have thought all those years ago that the petty thief would have the ability to run a multi-million dollar organisation! He gave himself a mental pat on the back, and was just about to announce he was ready to leave when someone caught his eye. Coming down the side stairwell was lady J in an outfit perfect for the Oracle of Desires. He felt a slight stirring in his groin as she floated across the room towards Christopher, but it disappeared when she reached him.