Touching Angel's Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  She threw the paper cup across the office, then when that did not assuage her anger, picked up a mug that was on the desk and threw that against the wall. It shattered most satisfactorily, the coloured shards of pottery falling to the floor amongst brown dribbles of cold coffee. Shannon came in the office, her eyes widening at the mess. “Is everything all right?”

  “No, today is just complete shit. I am having…” She stopped, thinking Shannon really didn’t need to know. “Forget it…Is everything sorted?”

  “Yes, well for the moment anyway.”

  Bailey popped her head around the doorframe then. “Bob’s here.”

  Angel brushed past them both seeing Bob standing in reception. She told him to wait then went to get her mum. At least that was one less worry for the evening. Her mother was fast asleep, snoring on the couch. Angel shook her head, looking down at her. She wasn’t heavy, but she wasn't sure she’d be able to manage on her own. She picked up the phone and dialled reception.

  “Tell Bob to come down here,” she instructed Shannon.

  Minutes later, the knock came at the door and Bob came in. He didn’t even blink when he saw Angel’s mother sprawled on the sofa. “I take it you need a hand,” he said.

  “Would you mind?”

  “Not at all.”

  Together, they managed to get Angel’s mother into something approximating a vertical position. She mumbled, but did not resist. They had to virtually drag her down the corridor, through reception to the front door, attracting stares and comments. Angel did not look up, made no eye contact. “Maybe next time we’ll take her out the back door,” she said tightly to Bob, who wisely made no comment. She sincerely hoped there would not be a next time. They bundled her into the back seat and Bob leaned over to fasten her seat belt. She opened her eyes and started woozily into his face. She muttered something and grabbed his crotch, smiling lop-sidedly. Bob quickly extricated himself, his face expressionless.

  “Don’t take her anywhere other than home. If she begs, just convince her home is the best place.”

  “Of course.”

  She watched the car drive off and took a deep breath. She headed back to the main door and, once inside, allowed her shoulders to flop. She rubbed her head, feeling an incipient headache coming on. She grabbed a couple of painkillers from the ever-present supply in the back office before heading back to her bedroom. She was ready for some fun. She put on the outfit she’d been wearing before, the PVC microdress and the thigh-high boots and picked up the whip.

  Head high, she stalked to the night club room. The room was abuzz. There was a live sex show on stage, and girls and men danced in their cages suspended from the ceiling. There was plenty of bumping and grinding on the dance floor, with acres of flesh on show. Angel smiled. Finally, she was able to get back to the part of the job she enjoyed. Unlike a normal night club, there was no dress code here. If a girl wanted to dance topless, she could. If a guy wanted to get his cock out, he could. No still meant no, even here, but a yes was far more likely. The music bounced off the walls. As she made her way past the dance floor toward the bar area, she saw a blonde girl dressed in only the tiniest pair of denim shorts, her huge bare breasts bouncing as she shimmied on the floor. She was surrounded by at least five guys, all trying to grab a handful of tit. Judging from her expression, she was loving every second of it.

  Angel got a diet cola and went back to find a seat. She sat down to ease the pressure on her feet. It had been a busy day. Blondie and her entourage were getting heavier. They all had their cocks out, trying to entice her to touch them. She reached down and started to play with a couple of them. Someone tugged down her shorts and panties, to cheers. Angel watched keenly to make sure she was happy with that, then smiled as the girl kicked them away and stood there happily naked. The nearest guy took her arm and pulled her over to the table where Angel sat. He bent her over the table and slid his cock in from behind. Her face was nothing but beatific. The others waited in line to fuck her one by one. Her hand was busy between her legs as she helped herself to orgasm over and over again.

  When they had finished, and Blondie had retrieved her clothes, such as they were, Angel took a tour of the hall, making sure everything was in order. She noticed a few of the bowls full of condoms on every table were getting a bit low and she instructed one of the bar staff to replenish them before heading back to the reception area.

  She went through the double doors leading to the main part of the club. A pair of girls leaned up against the wall, kissing and caressing. She approached the orgy room and moved back the voile hanging in the doorway. The room was filled with happy naked bodies coupling. Angel left, making her way to the strip room, hearing the music as she approached.

  Three girls were table dancing naked and one girl was giving a personal dance to an oldish looking man who was looking very pleased with his entertainment. Angel watched her swinging her breasts in his face and encouraging him to play. The girls gyrated to the music, grinding their hips, swaying their bottoms and cupping their breasts, teasing the audience. Everyone was watching, including the women. She smiled. The air was heavy with arousal—she could practically taste the pheromones.

  The male strip room was next. She opened the door to the very pleasant view of Dexter covering his body in oil and smoothing it into his muscles. The lights in the room reflected off every glistening black contour. The girls screamed as he flexed for them, before dropping his hands to his erect cock, and displaying it to them. Angel knew he could keep that cock erect as long as he needed to, that was one of Dexter’s special talents. One of the women removed her panties and threw them to him. She watched him pick them up and sniff the crotch, before draping them over his face and mouth and licking them.

  He took them off his face and beckoned the girl to go to him. She did not hesitate in the slightest, joining him on the stage instantly.

  Angel watched. He got her to lie on the floor and open her mouth. He climbed over her and laid his cock on her face. She opened her mouth, eager for him, licking his cock. The audience screeched their encouragement. Angel laughed and left, just as he was slowly sliding his cock into her waiting mouth.

  Everything was fine in that room clearly. He was playing with those girls like so many dolls, and they loved it. That’s what Desires was all about—sex, sex, and loads more sex. So long as the customers were happy, they would continue to come, and that made Angel happy.

  Angel walked down to the feast room. Angel usually tried to avoid the feast room, not because she found it distasteful, but because she valued her waistline. The kind of foods people liked to eat off each other tended to be high-calorie foods. After all, wouldn’t you rather lick whipped cream off your partner’s cock than nibble broccoli off his nipples? Now and again she indulged, but only rarely. One woman had apparently stuck shed loads of strawberries up her whipped-cream covered pussy, as she was ejecting them one at a time into her partner’s open mouth. Another man had totally covered his cock and balls in chocolate sauce and he had two enthusiastic girls helping him clean it off.

  She continued to the bondage room. Marie, dressed in full bondage gear, had a man strapped up on the bondage table. His face was obscured by a gimp mask, nipple clamps hung off his chest, and she was whipping his cock with a little cat-o’-nine-tails, snarling abuse at him. All well there, then.

  Angel headed back to reception. As she arrived, a couple came in who made her smile and raise her hand in greeting. Chrissie and Jason were regulars to Desires—they had been coming for years. It was their escape, their ‘us’ time when the pressures of a young family got too much. Some couples went on date nights, or booked a romantic weekend away. Chrissie and Jason came here.

  “Hello there,” she said, closing the distance between them and pressing kisses on their cheeks. “How are you both?”

  “Great, thanks,” Jason answered. He was broad, tall and muscular, with short dark hair. “We’re looking forward to this weekend.”

 
“What have you planned for this evening?”

  “We thought we might try the orgy room. We fancy being a little more adventurous tonight,” Chrissie answered. Angel smiled at her. Chrissie was a stunning woman, standing at about five foot seven, medium build, large beautiful breasts and long glowing red hair.

  “You should have fun—that room is in full swing tonight,” Angel replied. “Have a fantastic evening.”

  They said their goodbyes and the couple made their way upstairs to their room.

  Angel wandered over to the computer, idly bringing up Dan’s schedule. Her heart began to thud and she felt as if she were going to be sick when she saw Stacie’s name booked with Dan until tomorrow evening. She whirled on Bailey and Shannon. “Who booked her in?” she demanded of the surprised pair.

  “Um, she asked about thirty minutes ago,” Bailey said, casting a sidelong glance at Shannon. “She did ask us to leave it, but we contacted Dan and he agreed.”

  Angel stared at Stacie’s name on the computer screen, feeling her stomach turn. That wretched woman. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her face impassive.

  “Angel, is there a problem?” Bailey asked, her voice soft.

  Angel didn’t answer, twisting on her foot and heading to the hall. She barged through the crowds, heading for the bar. She ordered a double vodka and orange. “Not too much orange,” she snapped. She downed it in one, shuddering at the strong taste before slamming the glass down again. “Another!” The bartender prepared a second drink without batting an eye. This one went the same way as the first. She put the glass down a little more gently this time. He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly asking if she wanted a third. Angel shook her head a tiny bit, closing her eyes, feeling the alcohol’s numbing fingers extending throughout her body.

  She tried to look at the positives. The woman was spending money here. And at least Dan was doing his job, otherwise she would not have rebooked him. Her tutors were just as bound by the ‘no emotional connection’ contract as the clients were, so if anything were to spark between them, she would have no hesitation in firing his ass. He’d have to go back to living on his crappy income as an IT geek. Surely he would value his cushy job here more than some divorced woman years older than him.

  Angel stared into space, only vaguely hearing the sounds around her, music booming, people giggling and talking dirty to one another. She sat at the bar holding her head in her hands, staring at the empty glass still on the bar, wanting to have another, but remembering her mother. Alcohol never solved anything. Dan would be hers. He was hers. Stacie was just work. Pretty work, but work none-the-less.

  She turned around watching two girls fondle one another, running their hands all over one another’s bodies. One pulled down the other’s flimsy top, exposing her breasts. She began to fondle them as she kissed her. The other pulled down the first girl’s top also, their naked breasts pressed against each other’s as they kissed hungrily. Angel stared. One dropped to the floor, kneeling between the other’s thighs. Angel watched as she raised her short sexy skirt, revealing her naked pussy. The girl standing put her foot up on a chair and the kneeling girl began to lick her folds of flesh. Angel found herself becoming turned on. Watching the girls was exciting, but she felt the need for a cock. Maybe she should get involved in a gangbang. She looked at the two women, as the one standing threw her head back, moaning with pleasure.

  “Hi,” she heard a male voice say, a very familiar male voice. Her head twisted. Dan stood calmly next to her, ordering a drink from the bar.

  “Why aren’t you with Stacie?”

  “She’s resting,” he replied, nodding at the barman who passed his drink. “Are you not going to join in?” he asked, sipping his drink and gazing at the women Angel had been watching with great interest.

  “Have you had sex with her yet?” she asked, ignoring his question. She turned round, facing the bar and stared at the sticky surface.

  “Why, does it really matter?”

  “Just interested.”

  “Really?” he asked, taking another sip of his drink.

  “I want an answer, Dan.”

  “Why, what does it matter?” he asked again.

  Angel felt frustration and annoyance well up. She didn’t bother to hide them. She needed to know if he had inserted his dick in her. “I need to know.”

  “Why, will it make you jealous that she is having my cock and you aren’t?”

  Annoyance instantly built into a hot black rage that he had so quickly divined her problem. She quelled her first impulse to grab his glass off him and smash it across his smug face. “Don’t start,” she told him instead, staring him down with all the authority of her position as his employer.

  “I’m not. You started this,” he reminded her, meeting her gaze calmly.

  “Dan, don’t play this pathetic game. I am asking you a question and expect an answer.”

  “Fine, yes she has had my cock deep inside her vagina. She loved it, and came all over the place. Is that what you needed to hear?” His calm expression had slipped somewhat and a glimmer of…something…shone from his eyes.

  Quite unexpectedly, Angel felt her rage supplanted by something she could only describe as grief. A sudden vision flooded her mind of Stacie lying on the bed, Dan lying over her, making love to her, her moans as they came together. She was shocked to find a tear begin to well up. She dashed it away, under the pretext of scratching her nose. Dan couldn’t see her like this. Reminding herself once more that Dan was just doing his job, that they were both under contractual obligation, she turned back to him, pasting a cool expression on her face. “Good, I hope you fucked her good and hard.”

  “I certainly did.”

  “How long have you got?”

  “For what?”

  He knew far too well what she wanted, but he did love to play hard to get. That was one of things Angel found irresistible about him, that he wasn’t a pushover.

  “Follow me,” she demanded.

  She stood up and moved away from the bar stool, walking through the hall and into the reception. Angel didn’t bother turning around to check he was following her, she knew he would be.

  She headed for the strip room. The lap dancers were still swaying and dancing to the music. The customers that had been there before had gone, and more had taken their place.

  Angel found a table in the corner of the room where she could see the stage and took a seat, pulling up her skirt. Dan sat in a chair alongside her, his eyes resting on one of the strippers.

  “No. I want you on your knees,” she commanded.

  When he didn’t instantly comply, she turned her head to look at him. He was looking at her oddly. His resistance excited her, made her want to compel him to do her bidding. Angel stared him down, waiting for him to make his move and drop down between her legs. His next comment took her breath away.

  “What happens if I don’t want to?”

  Don’t want to? “Trust me, Dan, you want to!” Was she really going to have to threaten him? He’d never been defiant before. Her heart bounded in the chest. She was suddenly unsure, for the first time.

  Dan scowled back at her. Angel kept her gaze level, cowing him with every ounce of her position over him. Would he really do it? Would he risk losing his position here? Because if he refused her now, that was it for him. He was finished! She wasn’t about to compete for his time with Little Miss Boring, who’d probably had more sex in the last day or so than she’d ever had. A ten-minute break wasn’t going to kill her.

  Dan suddenly stood up. She could feel the weight of his stare looking down on her. Her heart ached. Was he getting up to go, or getting up to comply? She tried to remain calm, to not let her inner worries show. Relief swept through her like a tidal wave when she saw him drop down to his knees on the floor before her. She smiled.

  Leaning back in the chair, she widened her thighs and closed her eyes, waiting for the arrival of his oh so very talented fingers and tongue. She held her breath, h
er pussy twitching and quivering, anticipating the initial touch. What was taking so long? She opened her lashes just enough to see through. He was just kneeling there, looking at her pussy on show for him.

  Then she watched his shoulders rise and fall, as if he’d heaved a very quiet sigh. His face was expressionless as he placed his hands on her inner thighs. She drew in her breath at his touch, her body attuned to him. He pressed his lips lightly on her skin, dropping small kisses up her inner thigh. She erupted in goose bumps and a delicious shiver shuddered her body. She held her breath as his lips continued to press softly on her inner thigh, moving toward her pussy. His breath was hot against her naked flesh. Angel heard a moan escape from between her lips as he approached.

  He took hold of her panties, pulling the fabric to the side. She felt cooler air on her pussy, then warm breath as he leaned in to press his lips against her outer labia. Angel’s pussy tightened and squeezed of its own volition as his gentle touch maddened her. She pushed herself onto him as his fingers opened her labia to allow his tongue access to her slick folds. Angel groaned. She opened her eyes, seeing his face losing itself in her pussy. Dan moved his mouth up to enclose her clitoris in his mouth. He sucked hard and Angel cried out. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding his head in place.

  He flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh, sucking her excited folds, which quivered, craving attention from his agile tongue. She tipped her head back, grabbing the back of his head, forcing him harder on her pussy. Angel could not stop herself from moaning, feeling her body taken over by his touch. Her body shook with desire, longing for all he could give to her.

  Angel moved one hand to her pussy, widening her sex lips further for him. She flicked her fingers over her clitoris, rubbing her fingers rapidly over the bud while Dan finger-fucked her hard. Dan slid his fingers in and out her vagina thrusting them hard and fast. She felt his mouth near her fingers, his tongue licking wherever it could. Angel pulled her hand away allowing him to take over. He licked and sucked her clit until she screamed to heaven, his fingers continuing to penetrate her.