Touching Angel's Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  “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.”

  “Yes, I think you’re right. I have to remind him that I’m the boss,” Jessica said, her eyes twinkling with fun. The man’s head drooped—his whole body portrayed dejection just like a puppy who’d been told he was a bad boy. They both laughed and Angel left the bar, grinning.

  Chapter Four

  Angel made her way down the corridor to the girls’ room. The room was full of girls in lingerie, her workers. This was essentially their staff room, but it was far more than that. It was a place where they came to relax, to gather their thoughts, and take a break from the relentless intensity of Desires. It was their chill-out space.

  It was decorated in sensual colours, gold and black, with either bright overhead lights or dim wall lighting, depending on the mood of whoever was using the room. This evening the dim lights were on and spice-scented candles burned, creating a calm atmosphere. There was a television, drink and snack vending machines, and another door to the rear of the room leading to their dressing rooms, showers and toilets. It was full of black leather sofas and armchairs on which the girls lounged.

  They turned to look at her. Angel walked in, closing the door behind her, then walked further into the room. She glanced at them, trying to decide where to sit.

  The girls did occasionally take pleasure in each other, especially when their work had been essentially pleasuring others, with no satisfaction for themselves. There were a number of peepholes along the back of the room, but voyeurs took their chances with this one—unlike other rooms, there was no guarantee anything spicy would be going on in here. They were more likely to find the girls chilling, watching television or gossiping.

  The room was silent with no television or music on. The girls looked at her expectantly. Clearly she had disturbed them having their conversations. They were obviously waiting for her to say whatever she had come to say, and then go. But, hopefully anyway, Angel had come to add some fun to their evening. There was no pressure, she would make no demands, but she hoped a couple might be in the mood for some playing.

  She sat down on the couch between Donna and Marie. Donna was a young pretty blonde girl. She wore a simple white bra and panties on her slight figure, and had an Alice band in her hair. She was the special favourite of those men who preferred the younger girl. Eighteen, but looking younger, she was as close as they could get without actually being illegal.

  Marie was in her mid-thirties. She had a curvaceous figure with rounded hips, a small waist and bounteous breasts. Her dark hair hung loose and she wore a red lace chemise. She loved sex and was quite insatiable.

  “I need a serious good fucking,” she told them, looking from Donna to Marie. She saw them look at one another and the other girls in the room glance around at each other. “You can all watch,” she told the others, wanting Donna and Marie to do all the pleasuring.

  Marie and Donna moved close to Angel, taking turns to kiss her on the lips. Angel placed her hands on their soft thighs, closing her eyes and leaning back with a sigh to accept their caresses. She felt a hand move down the front of her dress, scooping out one of her breasts before a soft warm mouth enclosed her nipple, teasing and tasting. The other, she didn’t know which, continued to kiss her, dipping a sweet tongue into her mouth, just slightly, in and out. Hands on her boobs pre-warned her, and the other breast was popped out. The mouth kissing her went down, and now she had both girls sucking on her breasts. She opened her eyes and looked down. Donna’s blonde head with its high girlish ponytail bobbed over her left breast, while Marie was lavishing attention on the right.

  She closed her eyes again, resting her
head on the sofa back, enjoying the attention from the girls. It was nice to be receiving it for once instead of having to give it. Their light touches inflamed her senses, sending pulses directly from her nipples to her pussy, which began to throb with need. Gentle teeth nipped her nipple, then a soft tongue licked it better, prompting a moan from Angel’s lips.

  She widened her thighs, feeling cool air on her heated pussy, hoping one of the girls would get the idea without having to be told.

  She felt Marie move down her body, sliding off the couch. Angel opened her eyes, watching her get in position. Donna ran her tongue over the tip of her nipple—Angel caught her breath with pleasure, letting out a little gasp. Marie lifted Angel’s dress up, pushing it above her thighs, revealing her bare cunt. She spread Angel’s labia, looking down at the throbbing red clitoris peeking out from its little hood. She leaned down and pressed a kiss on her soft mound, then just dipped her tongue once to touch the needy bud. Angel threw her head back and wailed, thrusting her pussy at Marie, who responded, flattening out her tongue and pressing it to Angel’s clitoris. She licked Angel’s cunt slowly from clit to dripping slit, pressing her tongue down as far as it could go. When it reached Angel’s entrance, she pointed it and pushed it in, slavering over Angel’s pussy.

  Donna’s hand slid down her body, playing with her clit as Marie slid two fingers in and began to finger-fuck her. Angel drew her knees up to her chest, opening herself as wide as she could to the women’s attentions. She opened her arms wide along the back of the sofa, grabbing handfuls of the leather as she surrendered herself to the ecstasy.

  Donna reached around to unfasten the halterneck of the dress. She pulled it down, revealing Angel’s erect nipples. She moved back up Angel’s body, not relinquishing the desperate clitoris that still begged for attention from her nimble fingers. She cupped Angel’s breast and sucked hard on the nipple. Angel’s body quivered. Her breath came in little gasps. Her whole body was afire with desire.