His cock dominated her pussy, thrusting in and out of her quivering passage. She tightened all her muscles, clamping them around his dick.
Angel lunged backward, pushing her pussy out to meet his attack. She squeezed her eyes shut, becoming light-headed. Her whole body was attuned to the sexy young man driving her crazy with need. His cock felt so good inside her. “Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me,” she demanded.
He penetrated her faster and deeper. Her whole body tingled. He leaned forward, his torso hot against her back. His hands came round, under her body, grabbing at her breasts, whispering dirty words in her ear. “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, bitch,” he whispered
“God, yes,” she gasped back, burying her face in the bed covers.
“You love my cock, you love to feel me ramming it in you. You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, oh yes!”
He started to pinch her nipples as he bit the tendons down her neck gently, his teeth nipping, the pain sheer delight.
“Oh God, fuck me harder!” Angel wailed, then her body shuddered as his cock rammed inside her so hard she felt she would die from pleasure.
She could feel her climax approaching and welcomed it, writhing with desire. Then she was there, that moment of sublime bliss that was the only thing worth living for. She closed her eyes, riding it out, screaming her pleasure, relishing the rapture. Behind her, Angel could hear Dan gasping for breath as his rhythm increased. He withdrew his penis and ejaculated over her bottom, letting out a hoarse grunt.
Angel looked back at Dan’s face, his eyes tightly closed. Her heart ached for him. Well-trained, he got a bunch of tissue and wiped his jizz off her bottom.
Without looking at him, Angel headed to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. There was no time to wash her hair—she’d have to do that later. She settled for just quickly washing her body.
She wrapped a towel around her and headed back into her bedroom. She paused at the doorway, gutted to see Dan had already left. She supposed he had stuff to do, but he could have said goodbye. Taking a deep breath and forcing down her disappointment, Angel threw on a tracksuit, scraped her hair back in a ponytail, then cleaned her face of yesterday’s makeup before putting on a touch of mascara and eyeliner. She’d go for a run after sorting out the delivery.
She jogged down to the reception. The men had just finished unloading the delivery into the foyer. Most of it was for the bondage room, along with some cleaning supplies, as everything needed to be cleaned and sterilized. Checking deliveries was tiresome, but essential. More than once she had found several essential and expensive items missing from deliveries. Fifteen minutes later, she finally signed for the delivery and began snapping orders as to where she wanted everything put.
Once the delivery van had gone, Angel went out for her run around the grounds, enjoying the crisp chill of the air as she pounded the unoccupied paths. In the summer months, the grounds were full of clients making the most of the sultry weather. Even in the colder parts of the year, some hardy souls would venture out into the great outdoors for some al fresco fun, but it was still early in the morning and there was not a soul outside, save her.
She finished her run, did a few stretches, then headed back to her flat for a shower, a proper one this time. She defuzzed, exfoliated, conditioned and scrubbed, revelling in the pounding of the hot water on her enervated muscles. Towel-bedecked, she wandered back into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed, switching on the television. Daytime tripe blared out and Angel turned it off, disgusted. Her mother told her frequently it was important to take time for herself. Living where she worked, it was too easy to become consumed with work, to never stop. So Angel tried to make time for herself, but she got bored. The club was her life, it wasn’t just a job. It was her family, her friends, her social life, even her love-life, since Dan had arrived. Jobs whirled in her head, she didn’t have time to sit around and indulge herself.
She dried her hair and got dressed, this time in a long flowing burgundy jersey dress which pinched in her figure and accentuated her large breasts and tiny waist.
She prowled Desires, wandering around the rooms checking everything was running smoothly. She stopped to speak to a few customers, making sure they were enjoying their visit. And of course, it didn’t hurt to push the extra facilities that were available, at additional cost of course.
She headed back to reception feeling more relaxed and smiled gloriously at Shannon, sitting working hard.
“Anything to report?” she said, not really bothered about club business. She wanted to locate Dan.
“Yes…Stacie has called up to book Dan again from lunchtime today until lunchtime tomorrow,” Shannon informed her.
“Oh right…good…” she said, aching inside. It was a good thing, she told herself. A twenty-four hour booking of one of her staff was worth having. Many people came to Desires in couples, using it as a hotel. But usually, if they booked her staff, it was only for a short session—her prices weren’t cheap. To book Dan for a full twenty-four hours, the woman must have money to burn. Could Angel bear not to see him for that long, though? She turned away from Shannon, unsure she was hiding her feelings very well.
Angel headed to the piano bar. Of all the restaurants in Desires, this was her favourite. The bar attendant hovered, uncertain what to serve her. White wine was her usual drink, but it was still early.
“White wine spritzer,” she snapped. She didn’t usually drink in the day, but she needed something a little more substantial than soda after the news she’d just had. He prepared the drink and passed it over. She took it, resisting the urge to gulp it. Instead, she stood up and went to look out of the windows at the bare grounds, sipping it slowly. The cleaners came in behind her—she saw their reflection in the windows. “It’s okay,” she said, turning to face them. “Carry on.”
They bustled about, polishing and shining. She watched intently as they wandered around the room about their business. Angel didn’t know how long she stood gathering her thoughts about Dan before a clang from the kitchen brought her back to herself. She looked at her watch. It was eleven thirty. Stacie would be arriving shortly and guests would be starting to come down for lunch. She inhaled a deep breath, enjoying the savoury smells emanating from the kitchen.
“Angel?” she heard from the doorway. She turned her head. Shannon stood there waiting for her to respond.
She smoothed her face into what she hoped was an expressionless mask. “What?”
“I have a Gillian Matthews at the reception for you.”
“Great,” she muttered under her breath. Mrs. Matthews was exceptionally particular—Angel was unable to please her with anything. Gillian had been a client for years, so satisfaction was essential. She was some high-level CEO in some big company—Angel didn’t care enough to remember which—who was used to having her demands met instantly, whether at work or at play. When she rolled up at Desires, Angel would always end up running around like a mad woman to keep her happy. Angel drew in a deep breath. She really was not in the mood to deal with her commands right now.
Angel finished her drink then followed Shannon back to the reception area. She saw Gillian sitting on the couch, looking as smug as ever, wearing a power suit. Gillian rose to her feet at Angel’s arrival.
“Hello, Mrs. Matthews,” Angel said, reaching out to shake her hand. “How are you?” she asked, not really eager to ask the question. There was always some sarcastic answer back from this particular woman.
“I could be much better, but I am sure you and Desires will be able to turn that around for me. I would like to have further discussions with you in your office,” she told Angel. It was not a request.
“Of course, if you would follow me,” Angel politely replied, lifting her eyes to the ceiling as soon as she turned her face away from the irritating woman.
Angel glanced at Shannon and Bailey, who sent her looks of sympathy before she made her way down to her office. Gillian had paid her
office many visits, with many particular requests or complaints about absolutely nothing. The woman was a complete drama queen. Angel might expect perfection from her staff, but this woman wanted everything immaculate—unreasonably so—and if it was not, the complaints soon rolled in. The bed wasn’t perfectly made, the man’s cock was not to her satisfaction, or the girl had a slight tummy. Some people were just never satisfied.
They arrived at her office. Gillian seated herself stiffly on the sofa, her back straight and one leg crossed over the other. Her face looked ready for a storm. Angel plastered a pleasant smile on her face. At least, she hoped it was.
“How can I help you Mrs. Matthews? Will Mr. Matthews be arriving shortly?” she asked. She sat in her leather swirl chair behind her desk, feeling relieved to have a barrier between them.
“Of course. He will be following later—he has a very important business meeting,” she said in a snobby voice, lifting her nose.
“I see,” she replied. Angel turned on her laptop and waited for it to load. “Would you like a drink whilst you are waiting?”
“Tea. Earl Grey. Lemon, not milk,” she snapped.
Angel drew in a long, slow, calming breath, and lifted the intercom, dialling reception. “Shannon, please bring Mrs. Matthews a cup of Earl Grey tea with lemon.”
Every time she came she asked for something different. It was as if she were testing Angel, seeing what range of beverages she supplied, just waiting for that one she didn’t have, so she could have something more to complain about. So far, she had been disappointed every time.
The laptop finally loaded and Angel brought up the Matthews’ record.
Orgy…Complained that two girls had very large breasts.
Food Indulgence…there was not enough juicy fruit.
Showroom…her strip wasn’t sexy enough and the sex didn’t last long enough for her to get excited.
Viewing room…No complaint.
Well, that was something at least. Angel continued to go through the list of activities. There were more complaints than not. “How can I help you today?”
“Well, after last time’s catastrophe, with that stupid man, I don’t really know,” she began.
Angel glanced quickly at the computer screen, and scrolled down the list for the most recent entry. It was a threesome—he had ejaculated too quickly.
“He was terrible! Can you not encourage them or give them something to hold their stamina? I mean, I have needs and expect them to be fulfilled.”
“We have cock rings which can delay ejaculation, but sometimes the men don’t choose to use them.”
“Well, tell them to…we pay good money for this place.”
“I understand that…” Angel said, maintaining professionalism, but her mind said many other things. Maybe they don’t wish to be with you that long, Mrs. Matthews, and I cannot force them to use anything! Bitch.
“I feel that I need to go to the top,” Gillian said. Angel widened her eyes, wondering who on earth was at the top other than herself.
“Evidently, none of your staff has the necessary competence to satisfy my needs. I must insist that you perform the necessary services yourself.”
Angel’s jaw dropped so hard she felt sure it would hit the floor with a humorous clanging sound, like in the cartoons. “You want me to…?” She couldn’t even bring herself to voice the distasteful words.
“Of course. We pay you extremely well for this place. I demand full satisfaction for myself and Greg. I’m afraid no-one seems to be delivering and I want to go to someone who knows exactly what they are doing,” Gillian said. Angel sat, horrified.
“Right, I understand,” she answered on auto-pilot, hoping her shock was not showing on her face. She wanted to tell her to go to hell, but this couple brought big business to the club. Not just themselves, but selected business associates, parties—she couldn’t afford to anger her. They could ruin her.
“Is there anything you are particularly after?”
“I will leave that for you to arrange. I am sure you can come up with something that will please me and my husband. After all, you are the manager,” Gillian said. The smug look on her face infuriated Angel. Was this like the tea? Was she hoping that Angel wouldn’t be up to scratch? If so, she was going to be disappointed.
“Leave it with me, I will sort everything,” Angel said, smiling sweetly.
Gillian narrowed her eyes, the smug look slipping slightly. “I will wait in our usual room. You have a few hours to get something sorted.”
“No problem at all—I am already on it,” Angel said, then stood up to indicate the interview was over.
Gillian stood up and walked to the office door, then turned back, the smug look back on her face. “I look forward to seeing what you manage to come up with,” she said, seeming to indicate by her tone that she did not expect Angel to come up with anything that she would deem satisfactory. She swept out, leaving Angel livid.
How dare she? Angel knew that she would be able to satisfy Gillian’s needs, but by leaving Angel to make the decisions, Gillian had deliberately put her in such a position where if she made the wrong decision, Gillian would have grounds to complain. Again.
She looked through the list of the Matthews’ activities, trying to find something she had enjoyed and not complained about. Angel ran through her entire file, the germ of an idea sprouting in her mind. It was a massive gamble. She needed to be adventurous and give them an experience that would have them talking about it for months. Dealing with people who had to have everything their way was so difficult. Mr. and Mrs. Matthews were used to buying their way into satisfaction and had no qualms about kicking up some major fuss if their expectations were not met.
Angel made her way to reception. Bailey was busy on the computer and Shannon was on the phone. Angel waited for Shannon to finish. Shannon had been working at the club for years and was very trustworthy.
“Shannon, can I have a word?” she asked when Shannon had finished with her phone call. Shannon looked worried. “It’s okay,” Angel reassured her. “You’re not in trouble.” Angel took Shannon to the back office. “I need your help. I was wondering if there is a chance you could be in charge for me this afternoon.”
“Like a Deputy Manager?” Shannon perked up, smiling. “I guess so. Are you going out?”
“Gillian and Greg have requested me personally this afternoon. They feel none of my staff are satisfactory,” Angel informed her, not bothering to keep her feelings out of her voice.
“Are we really that desperate to please them?”
“I would love to tell them both to go to hell, but they bring Desires a great deal of business. And, you know, the customer is always right.”
“Even when they’re wrong!” Shannon completed the saying.
“Especially when they’re wrong,” Angel said with a grimace.
It also occurred to Angel that by keeping busy with the Matthews, it would help to keep her mind off Dan. She glanced at her watch. One thirty. Dan and Stacie would be well into their session by now. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat that threatened to choke her.
“Of course I will happily be in charge for you. But I feel that they will complain no matter what. I don’t think the person exists who could make them happy.”
“I know, but I need to give it a try. If I cannot please them, no-one will. Well, Desires is yours, for this afternoon at least.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
The two women went back out to the reception. Angel knew Shannon would be fine. Angel didn’t tie herself to the club 24/7, she did allow herself time off, but rarely on a Saturday. It was on the busiest days when problems arose which required her personal attention.
Angel allowed herself to indulge in the pleasures of her own club—what’s the point of managing a sex club if you didn’t—but only when it wasn’t busy and she wouldn’t be missed. She always carried her cell phone for emergencies, so, if she was needed, whatever—
or whoever—she was doing would immediately be dropped and she would go running. Desires was more than a job, it was her life.
Angel walked back down to her office, glancing back once to see Shannon talking to Bailey, no doubt filling her in. Once back at her desk, Angel checked to see if the luxury room was available. It was, and she grabbed the key from the cabinet of spares in her office to check the room was okay for instant use—there was no time for a clean-up operation.
She rushed upstairs to the room, only giving brief replies to regulars she passed on the way. She opened the door, flicked on the light switch and gazed around the room. This was one of her favourites and she was pleased to see the cleaners had not skimped. It was immaculate. The bed was made perfectly in different shades of browns, from chocolate to beige. The room smelled fresh and fragranced—clearly the cleaners had already been in. The room was one of the oldest in the club. It was situated in the original building, with an abundance of original features, including an old iron working fireplace, a worked iron four-poster bed, antique furniture with cast iron handles and hinges, and decorated with chocolate and cream wallpaper. A highly-polished parquet floor strewn with thick rugs added to the sumptuous feel of the room and a crystal chandelier hung from the high vaulted ceiling. One half of the room was set out like a living room, with a leather corner sofa and matching armchair, an antique coffee table in front of the fireplace, standard lamps in the corners, and oil paintings on the walls.
Angel prowled around the room checking for dust, making sure everything was perfect. She then headed to the en-suite. It was gleaming, to her delight. She went back into the bedroom, stood in the centre of the room and looked around, trying to get a few ideas as to what to use in the room.
Angel left the room and headed back downstairs, making the bondage chamber her next destination. It was not currently in use so she was able to collect the items she needed before leaving and heading back to the room. She set everything in place, and lit a few scented candles around the room, wanting the room to have a relaxed feel.
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