Stacie looked from Angel to Dan, clearly shocked. Dan did not react, although Angel sensed a tiny hint of disapproval.
The waiter arrived taking Dan’s order and cleared the table. Angel suppressed the urge to scream at them, hit out, and pound her fist into Stacie’s face so Dan would never look twice at her again. Adrenaline surged and she knew she had to leave.
“Anyway, I feel I have outstayed my welcome, so I will leave you both to it. Enjoy the rest of your time here at Desires, and I hope you will come back,” Angel managed, before standing up and all but running out of the restaurant. Her stomach churned, her fists clenched. She stood outside the restaurant deliberately calming her breathing. She would have to insist on the addition of another man. It might be the one thing to drive Stacie away. And Dan couldn’t argue any more that she wasn't ready for it, not after their little display in the orgy room last night. Stacie would probably hate Dan for it, and it would send her fleeing.
She stood at the restaurant door, taking a tiny step forward so she could see without being seen. Angel watched Dan gazing into Stacie’s eyes. Pain and anguish overcame her and she wanted to die. Maybe she should just tell him how she felt. Stacie was just a client. Maybe she was imagining all of this. If she were up front with him, they could be together properly and run Desires as a partnership. A fleeting childhood fantasy of white dresses and veils fluttered across her mind. She thrust it away viciously. She didn’t want to be in love. She could fight this.
Dan’s breakfast arrived. He dug in. Angel found herself watching him eat. The very movements of his mouth fascinated her. The way his full lips worked around the food reminded her of the way he used those lips on her to bring her pleasure.
She was jolted out of her reverie when Stacie stood up and almost ran out of the room. Angel quickly ducked behind the open door—the last thing she needed was for Stacie to find her spying on them. Stacie trotted past, oblivious to Angel lurking in the shadows. Angel watched as she disappeared round the corner, and then she re-entered the restaurant.
She sat quickly next to Dan, not knowing how long she would have.
“I want you to bring in another man with Stacie,” she said. No point messing around.
“We already had that conversation,” Dan protested.
“Yes, we did. But that was before Little Miss Shy decided to bare all in the orgy room. You said she wasn’t ready. I think she is. I want you to take her round the club—show her all the bits you haven’t shown her yet. All the more extreme areas. Really open her eyes.”
Dan was silent, a forgotten forkful of food in mid-air. “Who did you have in mind?”
Angel paused. She hadn’t thought of that. It would have to be someone to put her off the club totally. “I’ll find someone suitable, don’t worry. I’ll send him in. You just make sure she’s ready.”
Dan still looked mutinous.
“That’s an order!” she said, before standing up and glaring down at him. “I’m still your boss!”
He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at her.
“You will agree to this or I’ll take Stacie off you and assign her to someone else.” She glared him down and he finally buckled and dropped his gaze back to the plate. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, triumphant. He nodded slightly. “Good.” She swept off out of the restaurant, not looking back.
Chapter Seven
Happier, Angel headed off to check the rest of the facilities. She had a job to do, and she wasn't about to let that pair stop her from doing it. She headed for the conference/feast room. There was a meeting scheduled for tomorrow so every trace of its alternative use had to be cleared away. The feast room was very popular. People enjoyed covering one another with different kinds of food, liquids, erotic fruits, whipped cream and body paints. And not only covering each other either. Cucumbers and other phallic food items were often requested.
She opened the door. It was pristine, just in need of some fresh flowers placed around the room for tomorrow. There were quite a few important people scheduled to attend. A few had been to the club before, but some were new. Angel would be organizing a guided tour for her new business partners, to promote the establishment as much as possible. The meeting had originally been planned for a few weeks ago, but several crucial people couldn’t make it. As soon as they left, the room would be transformed back into the feast room. Not for the first time, Angel debated the possibility of having a dedicated conference room. But the old argument came back to her, formal meetings which required so much space happened so rarely, it was a waste of a room to devote one entirely to meetings.
She took a seat at the top of the table staring down the table. She imagined the room full of people. The sex industry was huge. So many people made a good living out of it. Sex sells, there was no doubt about that. Some considered it degrading, dirty, or perverted. Angel had heard them all. But sex should be fun. If someone had a particular fantasy, what was the harm in having a safe place to act it out? So long as no one got hurt, and everyone was happy and willing, there was no harm in doing as you pleased. Too many people adhered to ancient moralities that had no place in the modern world. Sex was beautiful, natural, the most wonderful thing in the world. It wasn't wrong or shameful. Nothing illegal went on in Desires, no one was forced. Apart from that, it was Anything Goes.
Angel brought her mind back to the impending meeting. She wasn’t keen on presentations. She had to somehow be serious and that could be very hard. She liked to see people relaxed, enjoying themselves, not sitting stone-faced in boring meetings.
This coming week would be a challenge. She had meetings left, right and centre, including an address to all her workers about the Saturday night’s timetable. Angel had to make sure everyone was aware of what they’re doing. There was no room for fuck ups. The coming weekend meant more money flowing to Desires—lots more—and she needed to get a few more big companies on board as partners.
Angel put her feet up on the table then dropped right back in the chair, relaxing. Her mind prodded her. She needed to get her bottom into gear and start making lists of all that still needed to be done before Saturday night. This was set to be the biggest ball she’d ever hosted, if ticket sales so far were anything to go by.
Sighing, she heaved herself to her feet and walked over to the window, staring out onto the dismal cold grounds. During the summer it looked beautiful out there. She had a team of gardeners to keep it in trim. The hot tubs and the extensive grounds with their many opportunities for exhibitionism were more popular than the house in the warm season.
Christmas was only a matter of weeks away. It was always an amazing time of the year. People often came to the club for Christmas Eve, opening their presents with their loved one. Christmas and sex—an unbeatable combination. As well as the Christmas Eve party for the customers, she always held a Christmas party for her workers only. Anything went at her Christmas parties. They could take advantage of the facilities as much as they chose—all on the house.
Angel left the conference room, putting a “Not in Use” sign on the door and locking it behind her. She headed the reception, making sure the room had been marked as not in use on the computer also. Either Shannon or Bailey had already made the alteration, she was pleased to see.
Angel headed back to the main part of the house, bumping into Dexter in the corridor.
“Hello there, honey,” he said, smiling to see her.
“Hey, Dexter, how are you this morning?”
“Wonderful. On top of the world,” he replied. He approached and grabbed hold of her, pulling her into the now-empty orgy room. “I had this extra hot woman last night, who took my cock amazingly.”
“Did she now, lucky bitch,” she said, smiling at him.
“I just wondered what are my chances of having the boss again in the near future?” His hand wandered south to caress her bottom. She allowed it.
“Well I can’t promise anything. You’d better not be a bad boy or you might have to go over
my knee,” she replied with a mock-scowl.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to go around annoying everyone, as I can’t pass that up,” he told her. He leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, but Angel turned her head, allowing him to kiss her cheek. “I will catch you later, sexy boss.”
“I prefer Mistress Angel.”
“In that case, I will catch you later,” he said, pointing his finger at her, “Mistress Angel.”
Angel smiled at him and followed him out of the room. He headed down to the men’s changing room and she turned the opposite way, back to the reception area trying to remember if Bailey and Shannon would be back on duty yet. As her A-team, they often pulled double shifts over the weekend when it was busy, and had time off in lieu during the week. Angel had a room set aside for them where they could sleep between shifts, or they could go home if they preferred. As she walked through the double doors, she heard a wolf whistle. She turned. It came from Dexter, standing in the corridor outside the men’s room. He obviously enjoyed himself last night, Angel thought as she let the door swing shut behind her. She had also, but not the way she would have with Dan. Dexter was simply a good fuck whereas Dan…she stopped that line of thought, getting annoyed with herself once again.
She arrived at reception. Bailey and Shannon were indeed just coming on duty. Relieved, Angel relaxed, knowing that she could ease off a little on the reins of running the club and hopefully prepare herself for tomorrow’s meeting. Her brain felt frazzled, there was so much running around in it. Tomorrow was too important not to do her best.
“Hello, girls.”
“Hello, Angel,” they both said, taking their seats behind the reception desk.
“Just a quickie, conference room…?”
Shannon interrupted her, “Closed,” she said, smiling at Angel.
“That is why you two are my A-team, you’re ace. Are you able to book me a massage with Gwen? I desperately need to relax and recharge?”
“No problem, I’ll arrange it for you,” Bailey said, already bringing up Gwen’s contact details on the computer.
The hair on Angel’s neck suddenly prickled. Dan was nearby, she knew it. She could smell him, his very essence, that heady mixture of his cologne and his masculine scent. Pheromones, she knew. Powerful little buggers they were. She turned around. Dan and Stacie were walking toward her. Stacie didn’t look happy and Dan looked worried. She forced a smile.
“Hello there, how is everything?”
“Fine, thank you,” Stacie answered.
“Dan,” Angel said, deliberately calming her breathing as she glanced at him.
He barely nodded at her in acknowledgement, turning back to Stacie. Angel couldn’t help herself from gazing at him, her eyes wandering up and down his body, feeling every part of her body reacting to his presence.
“Dan has just been giving me a tour,” Stacie blurted.
Angel tore her gaze away from Dan and plastered on a polite face. “Wonderful, and what do you think?” Not that she cared.
“Could do with more sex…”
Angel stared at her. What was she talking about?
“Joke,” she explained. Bailey gave an uncomfortable giggle. Angel suppressed a feeling of utter loathing.
“Anything take your fancy?” she asked.
Stacie thought for a second. “The feast room looks good.”
“Feel free to use it whenever you like. Or if you prefer, you can have anything ordered to your room.”
“Thanks,” she answered, not sounding all that keen. Bailey stood up then and went into the back room. Angel looked at Dan, desperate to hear his voice, feel his body next to hers, not wanting sex but love-making. She caught herself and shook her head from the haze she seemed to have fallen into. What on earth was she doing? Love-making was not in her dictionary.
Angel turned and began to walk off down to her office. Just as she got to the corner, she stopped, watching Dan take Stacie’s hand and lead her up to their room without even turning around to look at her. Her heart collapsed. How would she ever control all these feelings?
“What time would you like Gwen?” Bailey called from the reception. Angel heard her voice but ignored it, watching Dan and Stacie disappear up the stairs, wishing she were the one going to a bedroom with him. “Angel?” she called again.
Angel dragged her attention back and walked back to reception. “Any time that’s best for her,” she answered, not really caring.
“Will four o’clock be all right?”
“Perfect,” she answered. Without wanting to examine her motives too closely, she ran up the stairs rapidly, walking to Dan’s door. She pressed her ear against the wood, desperately needing to hear his voice, or what they were doing. Some tiny rational part of her brain screamed at her, horrified at how obsessed she had become over this man. She ignored it. She could hear nothing from the other side of the thick oak door, not even murmuring. She fought the urge to drop to her knees and peer through the keyhole. Even she would not sink so low. She sank onto the chair next to the door, her head in her hands.
She had never felt like this before, about anyone. Angel hurt deep inside, her heart ached and her knees weakened. Her head erupted, not knowing what direction to turn, desperately yearning to hold Dan. She considered for a brief second mentioning her feelings to him, but rejected that idea aborning. What if he didn’t feel the same, especially after the way she had been treating him, commanding and controlling him, forcing him on her, doing things maybe he really did not want to be doing. She couldn’t handle the rejection if he didn’t want her the way she wanted him.
Dan was in that room with Stacie, probably having sex with her. Images of them together tortured Angel. She stood up and stared at the door, unable to make a decision. For the first time in her life she didn’t have a clue what to do.
She stood at the door, trying to make sense of everything. How should she react? Should she just walk away and forget the whole thing? She remembered the conversation she’d had with Dan about bringing in a new man. Who should she pick? She needed a real sleazebag—someone who would treat Stacie so badly that she would flee from the club and never come back.
As she debated, Angel saw Mike walking toward her. She remained standing outside the door as Mike drew closer.
“Is everything all right?” Mike asked. His blond hair flopped in front of his blue eyes. He brushed it away.
“Yes, why?”
“No reason. Did you want Dan?”
“No, I was just wandering about. Why? What are you doing here?”
“I have come here to meet Dan. He asked me if I could help train Stacie.”
Angel took a step back, surprise widening her eyes. “Are you here to have sex with her?” she had to ask.
A mixture of shock and anger flooded her. Dan had actually obeyed her inasmuch as he had arranged to bring someone else in, but he had chosen the man himself. Mike wasn’t who Angel would have picked. She thought quickly. Maybe this could still be salvaged.
“Yes, well at least that’s the plan. He isn’t quite sure how she’s going to take it,” Mike was saying.
“Before you go in, I want you to know that Stacie needs help in coming out of her shell. She wants…she needs to be talked dirty to. Tell her that you’re going to fuck her real hard, and that she has fantastic boobs—that kind of thing—no nicey nicey romantic crap.”
“Are you sure?” Mike said, frowning. “That’s not what Dan said. He said she likes it gentle.”
“I’m sure. Trust me.”
“Okay,” Mike said, looking doubtful.
“Well, in you go. You’d better not keep them waiting.”
Angel stepped back, watching Mike knock on the door. She heard Dan’s voice telling him to come in—her heart pounded in excitement. Mike entered the room and the door closed. Angel waited for it to kick off. Stacie wouldn’t handle the situation well at all, she predicted, despite her little adventure in the orgy room. She would be furious at Dan. If Angel
was right, and Stacie was falling in love with him, then she would feel hurt, betrayed, dirty, used, you name it. With any luck, she would pack her bags and leave.
She stood, waiting, for what felt like hours. The bedroom door opened. Before Angel had chance to wonder who it would be, Mike came back out, closing the door behind him.
“What happened?”
“Dan’s talking to her. I think he’s trying to convince her that having sex with me is part of her lessons.”
“I take it she’s not happy then?”
“You could say that.”
Angel felt her heart skipping. What was going on in there? Was Stacie furious, packing to go? She cursed the thick wooden doors that made it impossible to eavesdrop. After a few minutes, Dan opened the door and asked Mike back in the room. He looked at Angel, clearly puzzled to see her there, but said nothing.
He went back in the room—the door closed. Angel stared at the door. What was going on? Why wasn't Stacie storming out, furious? Surely she wasn’t actually considering it!
Angel stood gazing at the bedroom door. How on earth had Dan managed to keep her in the building? Desolate, she wandered slowly back toward the reception area, arriving at the top of the stairs. Angel turned around, glancing down the corridor toward Dan and Stacie’s room. She hoped Mike was showing her how a real man treated a girl. Dan was probably being far too nice. The thought of his cock sliding in and out of her crashed into Angel’s mind. God! She stopped, clinging onto the balcony, staring down at the reception area. A tear spilled over, tracing its way down her cheek. She wiped it away fiercely. Angel didn’t cry over men. She gritted her teeth and slowly went downstairs.
Angel passed Bailey and Shannon at the main desk. She continued to her office, walked briskly over to her desk and took a seat in her large leather chair. Angel placed her head in her hands and took several deep breaths, trying futilely to push thoughts of that woman out of her mind.
A timid knock came at the door.
“Yes?”
The door opened and Shannon came in, holding a piece of paper.
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