Touching Angel's Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  Angel took her time looking the men over. Any one of them would do, she only employed the best. She decided on Dexter, a very deep black guy, very well-toned, plenty of shiny muscles. He was bold, but had a sweet personality, exactly the kind of bloke her mum found attractive. And there was the fact that he had a very large cock which would certainly make her mum smile.

  She left him to get ready, telling him to be at the viewing room in a few minutes. Angel headed off to see how Bailey was doing. The room was pristine, with fresh sheets on the bed and a vase of flowers on a low table. Soft music filtered out through the speakers and the lighting was set low enough to be cozy, but bright enough to see clearly.

  “Lovely, well done,” Angel said.

  “I just hope your mum is pleased,” Bailey said with a smile.

  “She’d better be.”

  Angel left the room, heading back to the restaurant where her mum waited. “Everything is arranged, if you’d like to follow me.”

  Her mum stood up, a smile spreading across her face. The wine was certainly doing its job of getting her merry, which hopefully would not make her complain or notice anything amiss, although Angel had complete faith in Lucy and Dexter.

  She took her mum to the viewing room, putting her in the luxury booth, which had a couch, a drinks cabinet and chocolates. The window was darkened now, awaiting the arrival of the participants. Her mum settled herself on the couch, smiling and looked pleased and excited, obviously keen to watch the performance.

  “Can I get you anything else?” Angel asked.

  “No, everything looks great. I love what you’ve done to this room,” she said, looking around at the recently refreshed décor. Angel smiled and turned to leave the room. “Where are you going?” her mum asked imperiously.

  “Sorry?”

  “I want you to watch it with me,” her mum told her, patting the couch next to her. Angel’s eyebrows flew up. That was unexpected. Angel would have thought she wanted to be left alone.

  “Oh…right…Okay…” she pulled her thoughts together. “In that case, I’ll be back in a minute, I just need to sort a few things out.”

  Quickly, Angel left the room. She headed around the back of the viewing room seeing Lucy and Dexter chatting and getting comfortable with one another. They’d both worked here for a while, but Angel couldn’t remember if she’d ever put them together before. No matter, they would do their jobs.

  “I don’t mean to add pressure, but I’ll be watching you.”

  Lucy and Dexter glanced at one another and Dexter shrugged. “I can’t see that being a problem. If anything, it will make it even better.” He winked at Angel, and Lucy giggled.

  Angel smiled at them both. She did love exhibitionists who truly enjoyed what they were doing, and got pleasure out of giving pleasure to others. “I’ll be back soon,” she said, turning to leave. Bailey was next on her list.

  She found her sitting at the bar taking her break. “Bailey…I am so sorry, do you think you could hold the fort again for a while? Mum wants me to stay with her, and I can’t really say no.”

  “Of course, don’t worry. You are having quite a day,” Bailey said smiling.

  “Contact me if anything major comes up.”

  Angel went back to the viewing room, popping her head in on Lucy and Dexter on the way. They were in a passionate clinch, Lucy’s small white hand clasped round Dexter’s impressive cock, which poked out of his open fly. She smiled. They were obviously comfortable with each other. “Two minutes,” she said. Dexter nodded.

  She re-entered the viewing room and sat back next to her mum, who had a glass of some kind of spirit in her hand.

  “Drink?” she said to Angel, getting up and walking over to the drinks cabinet without waiting for a reply. Not in the mood to argue, Angel acquiesced and took the drink she was offered, although she had no intention of drinking it.

  Angel stared at the darkened window. Her mum drained her glass and poured yet another. Angel watched, thoughts churning in her head. Her drinking problem was one of the main reasons she’d handed Desires over to Angel. Angel tried for years to stop her from drinking so much, but she never would listen. When work got too hard, got in the way of her drinking, she’d handed over Desires to Angel, and the club now brought in so much money that she could happily pickle herself in alcohol for the rest of her retirement. If Angel had realized that would be the effect of her taking over, she would have refused. But then her mother would have let the club slide, and probably would have lost it, and then they’d both have been out of a job, and a place to live. But Angel hated seeing her mum losing herself in the bottle.

  She stared hard at her mum wondering what on earth her life had turned to, feeling disappointed. At least she’d waited until her late adulthood to start drinking. No doubt Angel’s life would have been very different if she had been drinking during her childhood. Desires would certainly not have happened. Angel had had a great childhood, and her mother always looked after her, giving as much time to her as she possibly could, even though she knew her mum was always busy.

  The window suddenly lit up. With an, “Ooh!” of excitement, her mum sat back down, glass in hand, ready to watch. Lucy was sitting on a chair set apart from the bed, her legs shut tight. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back with tendrils brought forward to hang over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her breasts. She was wearing a white lacy corset and small white panties with black hold-ups.

  Lucy ran her hands slowly from her knees to her thighs, sinuously wriggling her bottom on the seat. She slid her hands to her hips and waist then up to her chest, caressing her breasts, looking down at them with a look of surprise, as if she’d never seen them before, then continued up, running her fingers through her blonde straight hair, and shaking it back.

  Lucy widened her thighs, placed her hand between them and began to stroke her mound. She took the other hand to her mouth, sucking on a finger seductively, and then pulling it in and out of her mouth several times to simulate a blow job.

  She licked her lips, rolling her tongue over her upper and bottom lip slowly and seductively. She glided her hands all over her body, then pushed her breasts together, teasing her body, getting herself in the mood. Her eyes glowed with excitement and pleasure.

  Lucy kneaded her breasts, sending an, “Aren’t I a naughty girl,” smile at the windows. She was obviously acting out an innocent girl playing with herself. How would she handle Dexter’s entrance? Angel looked at her mum, seeing her watching with great interest. Angel turned her attention back to Lucy. Lucy was sitting back in the chair, thighs wide, with her hand inside her panties.

  The door opened then, admitting Dexter, who approached her with an avid look on his face. Lucy reacted by yanking her hand out of her panties, snapping her legs closed, and looking shocked and embarrassed at having been caught, and a little scared of what Dexter was going to do.

  Angel again looked at her mother, noticing her eyes widen.

  “Yes, that is good,” her mother said, putting her drink on the cabinet and moving closer to the window.

  Angel rested back on the couch getting comfortable. Her mum was partly blocking her view. She looked past her, trying to see what she could. She saw Dexter approach, looking predatory. Lucy jumped up from the chair and backed away, looking scared. Dexter’s expression changed to a more calming expression. His mouth moved. Angel glanced up at the speakers in the room. Audio was optional, they could either hear what was going on in the viewing room, or just watch if they preferred. Angel considered asking her mum if she wanted the audio on, but decided against it. This was mum’s thing, not hers, she could turn it on if she wished. Dexter held out a hand to Lucy, who took it, still looking nervous, but a little calmer.

  Dexter gently pushed her back down onto the chair, kneeling on the floor in front of her and spreading her thighs wide, looking at her pussy covered in white fabric. He leaned forward and began to touch his tongue to her panties. Lucy closed her eyes and le
aned back on the chair, her hands going up to play with her breasts rising out of the corset. Her hands rested on his fuzzy head, and Angel could see her pressing her pussy into his face.

  He came up Lucy’s body then, rapidly unfastening her corset, which dropped revealing her naked pink breasts. He pushed them together and dived into them, pressing his face between them, then flicking his tongue over her budded nipples, first one then the other. Angel was a little bored. Foreplay was all very well if you were an involved party, but the voyeur wanted action. As if reading her mind, Dexter stood, looking down at Lucy. She looked up at him, an innocent look on her face. He unzipped his fly. Angel watched her mum move even closer to the window, looking flustered, eager to see his manhood. Dexter pulled out his massive erect cock, grabbed the back of Lucy’s head and pulled her inexorably toward it. Lucy made a play of resisting, in keeping with her virginal character, but Dexter’s face twisted in a snarl and he shoved his cock against her mouth, pushing it all the way in as soon as she opened to him a little bit. Angel smiled. She knew that Lucy, like her, had no gag reflex. She could take all that cock, and then some. Lucy opened her eyes wide as Dexter shoved that long thick cock roughly all the way into her mouth, until his balls bounced off her chin.

  “Come on girl, get that cock into your mouth, suck it you dirty bitch,” her mum urged them.

  “He is a stallion,” Angel replied, putting on a smile, not really enjoying watching her mother getting drunk and losing complete control of her behaviour. Angel always thought mothers were meant to keep an eye on their daughters, not the other way around.

  Dexter fucked Lucy’s face hard until saliva started to drool out of her mouth. She didn’t resist, taking everything he gave her. He withdrew slowly, pulling his thick, long, black cock out from her wet mouth, looking down at her with lust.

  He pulled her up from the chair by her arm, swinging her round and leaning her against the back of the chair. Lucy didn’t resist, leaning over the chair back and pushing her bottom out as he quickly stripped off his clothes. He yanked down her panties and lifted up one of her legs, the one nearest the window to give the watchers a good view of the action. Angel caught a glimpse of shaved pink pussy as he spread her thighs wide and slammed his cock in her, thrusting hard and fast. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide in ecstasy as she clung to the chair back for balance.

  “Oh yeah, get in there, boy. Give it to her good. Fuck her hard,” her mum called out.

  Angel wished she could escape the room and disappear. Watching her mum like this was distasteful, but Angel needed to make sure she stayed out of trouble. Angel was no stranger to handling drunks, chucking them out was usually the solution, or sometimes escorting them to their room to sleep it off. But her mum was a whole different ball game.

  The pair in the room changed position. Dexter sat on the chair and Lucy sat on him, with her back to his chest, facing the window, again so the watchers could see the action. She slid down onto his cock, taking all she could. He cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing them, the flesh spilling out from between his fingers, then released them to let them bounce as she rode him. Lucy looked well-filled as that big black dick slid in and out of her pink pussy—the contrast of colours making it all the more enjoyable. They were putting on a good show.

  They changed their position again. Lucy slid herself off him and knelt on the floor, her face slanted upwards like a flower. He stood over her, his cock aimed at her face and masturbated quickly to orgasm, white cum spurting out over her eyes and mouth, and dribbling down into her hair. Her tongue came out and lapped it up and she opened her mouth to suck the last drops off the end of his cock. As they finished, the lights went off.

  Chapter Five

  They left the viewing room, her mum staggering all over the place. Angel hoped she intended to leave and go home where she should be. It was pretty clear why she’d come to Desires, a free night, free show and free booze. It was her club, she was entitled, but why waste Angel’s evening if that was all she wanted? She wouldn’t have minded so much if her mum hadn’t drunk herself into oblivion, but she had and now Angel had to try to get her back home, when she had other things to be worrying about.

  They approached the reception area—as they got closer loud music pumped out of the night club room whenever anyone opened the door. The place was in full swing, she was missing out. She loved feeling the adrenaline rush of the party room. Instead, she’d wasted her time sitting watching her mum getting her jollies.

  Her mother tripped over her own feet and staggered, almost tumbling to the ground. A client rushed over to help Angel get her back to her feet. She muttered an embarrassed thank you to him and glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. The reception area wasn’t too busy. There were a few people booking in, dressed up for the evening.

  She half-carried, half-dragged her mum closer to the desk and left her leaning on the banister at the bottom of the stairs. Bailey and Shannon looked busy, booking in clients. Bailey smiled at Angel as she approached, but quickly went back to her work. Angel went in the back office and, on the computer there, brought up the timetable of the private drivers she employed to transport clients to and from Desires. They weren’t complimentary, she charged for the service, but the charge was comparable to a taxi, so most clients used them, preferring them to an external taxi service, which might not be so discreet. She needed someone to take her mum safely home. One was due to bring some clients in shortly.

  “When Bob comes in with Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald, don’t let him escape. I want him to take my mum home,” she told Bailey, going back out to the front desk.

  “Sure, has she been hard work?”

  “Like always.”

  Angel turned around then, just as Dan was coming down the stairs. Her heart thudded—just seeing him was enough to make her feel ecstatic. She glanced at her mum, holding onto the banister for support, barely able to stand on her own feet.

  “Oooooh, you are a sexy thing,” she heard her mum say to Dan as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs. She swayed to stand before him, looking him up and down with blatant appreciation. He smiled politely, clearly wanting to pass.

  Angel quickly trotted over. “Leave him, he is a client,” she said. She did not want her mum to touch him in the slightest. The last thing she needed was her wanting to shag Dan—her mum had quite the thing for younger men and Dan was very definitely off limits.

  Dan’s eyes widened at her lie. She tried to give him a significant look. Whether he understood it or not, she wasn’t sure, but at least he didn’t argue with her. She gave him a smile, but then her mum slurred a few words and tried to grab at him. Dan evaded her skilfully and jumped down the last couple of steps to the ground level. Angel flushed with embarrassment. She grabbed her mum, holding her arms down as she tried to get hold of Dan.

  “Mum! Behave!” she whispered forcefully.

  Her mum turned to glare at her and Dan took the opportunity to quickly head off across reception toward the double doors. Angel blew out her breath in relief—she could not have her mum anywhere near her bloke.

  “Oh, he’s gone!” her mum wailed in disappointment.

  “Come on, Mum, I’ll take you to my office.” Angel took hold of her arm, dragging her down the corridor.

  “Have you got any other young men I can play with?” her mum slurred, bouncing off the walls as she staggered down the corridor.

  “No, Mum. I think you have had enough.” Angel opened the door of the office and propelled her mum inside. “Now you just stay here,” she helped her to the couch, “and wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

  The older woman sat heavily on the couch and slumped to one side, her head finding the soft squashy arm of the sofa. Her eyes began to droop. Angel shook her head and left, vowing never to drink ever again. She headed back to the busy reception, helping out Bailey and Shannon as they booked guests in and took payments.

  A familiar figure caught her attention in her peripheral vis
ion and Angel’s head shot up. Dan stood at the foot of the staircase, his foot already on the first tread. “Dan!” she called. He turned around, a neutral expression of enquiry on his face. Angel left the desk and dashed toward him. “How is everything going with Stacie?” she asked, hoping it would be bad news.

  “Fine, she is doing really well,” he said. A smile touched his lips and Angel’s tummy wrenched.

  “Oh, good. I’m very pleased to hear it,” she heard herself saying on auto-pilot. “Are…are you able to make yourself free later?”

  “Not sure.”

  She moved closer and lowered her voice. “Make the time, Dan. I need you badly.”

  He didn’t answer her, but instead continued up the stairs. She watched him disappearing, feeling a disturbing sense of unease.

  She headed back to reception, helping the girls to finish off booking in the clients. Once they were all making their way to their destinations, Angel grabbed a cup of water from the cooler in the back office, feeling angry with herself, wishing she had double-checked the details on Stacie. Maybe she should insist all new clients should send a photo so she could see exactly what they look like before handing them over to her workers. Give Dan the ugly girls, or the ones who just need a quickie, and let the other men have those who needed more attention. Every time she closed her eyes, and sometimes when she didn’t, the mind movies started, of Dan and Stacie in bed together, having sex, him whispering in her ear, her giggling, them kissing…Angel couldn’t stand it any longer.