“Is there a problem?” Angel lifted her head slightly.
“We’ve had the caterers on about next weekend’s buffet.”
Angel clicked her fingers, indicating Shannon to bring the paper to her. She spread it out on her desk—it was a list of various quotes for different numbers and themes, depending on what she wanted.
“Okay, thank you, you can leave.”
Angel scanned the quote, concentrating her mind on the upcoming ball. Maybe a distraction was what she needed. She wondered if they could make the food have an erotic theme, arranging it in suggestive designs and shapes. She called the caterers. The woman she needed to speak to was unavailable, but she left a message for her to call.
Angel began writing down her own ideas of designs for the food. Before long there was a knock at the door. “Yes, come in,” she called.
Shannon popped her head around the door. “Gwen is here.”
“Fantastic, finally I get to relax,” Angel said, standing up.
Gwen walked in, carrying a large briefcase and a folding portable massage bed. They exchanged greetings and Angel showed her through to the bedroom.
“You can set up here,” Angel said. She watched for a second as Gwen began to set up the bed, then she went through to the bathroom, snagging her bathrobe on the way. She stripped in the bathroom and put on the robe, not that it really mattered, she thought. She had no qualms about being naked in front of anyone.
Gwen was setting up her creams and oils when Angel went back in, so she sat on her bed and waited until the masseuse indicated she was ready. She dropped the robe and climbed onto the massage bed, facing down. Gwen covered her bottom with a towel and began the massage. She felt a drizzle of cool oil down her back, then Gwen’s wonderful warm hands on her skin, stroking, smoothing, digging gently at the tight knots. Gwen’s strong fingers probed, forcing her to loosen her shoulders and relax into the bed. She closed her eyes and began to daydream.
Angel was almost asleep, lost in the pleasure of her expert hands caressing and manipulating her flesh when she heard her office door flung open. Astonished that someone would just barge in, she was about to get up when she heard footsteps striding across the room toward her flat. Astonishment became anger. Who would dare to invade her privacy? She looked up just as the bedroom door swung back and Dan burst in. His face was fuming.
“I would just like to say, thank you very much,” Dan yelled, marching toward her and standing by the massage bed, glaring down at her.
“Can you give us a minute please, Gwen,” Angel asked, sitting up and grabbing her robe. She took her time putting it on, turning her back to Dan, trying to hide the sudden hope blossoming. There could be only one reason why Dan would be so angry at her. She calmed her face and stood up, turning to face him. “You’re going to have to tell me what the hell you’re talking about. And it had better be good. How dare you barge in here like that?”
“Stacie has gone, you bitch.”
“Lose the attitude,” she told him, although a burst of exhilaration lifted her heart. Had her plan actually worked? Had Stacie really gone? “What are you talking about?” she bluffed.
“Stacie has left. Bringing Mike into the lesson made her feel cheap and disgusting. She was almost crying.”
Angel suppressed a grin of pure triumph. “I am sorry to hear that, but she needed to move on. She isn’t here just to have sex with you. If she can’t handle the fact that she had to experience another man, then that’s her problem.”
“You made this our problem,” he growled, advancing on her and pointing his finger in her face. “If you’d just let me do things my way, she’d still be here.”
“Look, I’m sorry if she handled it badly.”
“All my bloody hard work thrown away. Thanks,” he spat, turning around to storm out the room.
“I’m sorry, Dan,” she called after him. “Honestly, anyone would think you fancied her,” she said. Dan froze on the spot. “Maybe you do,” she said, lowering her voice.
“I beg your pardon?” He turned around to glare at her, retracing his angry steps, facing up to her. Angel stood her ground. “What did you say?”
“I said I was sorry.”
“After that,” he said.
Angel’s heart began beating rapidly, aware he heard exactly what she had said. “Is there something wrong with your hearing? You know what I said. Why don’t you tell me?”
“You said, anyone would think you fancy her. Angel, she was a client. An important client who had complicated requirements. And she wasn't just a client, she was a woman, a person. She had feelings. She had been hurt. I wanted to help her get over her past. You assigned her to me. You trusted me with her recovery. She was doing really well until you fucked it up. I told you she wasn’t ready, but you had to insist. You had to think that you knew better. Why would you assign me to her if you didn’t trust me to help her? This whole thing has just been a complete waste of my time and hard work.”
Angel swallowed. Had she got it wrong? “Okay, I apologize for the screw up. I just thought that she needed some encouragement and I am sorry for saying you fancy her. I…I have just never seen you react that way to a client before. I thought that something was going on,” her voice trailed to a whisper.
“Angel, I am so angry with you right now, I can’t even think straight. I need to go,” he said, turning to leave the room again.
Angel called out to him. “Is there a chance I could see you later?” She waited for his reply, but heard nothing. Maybe he left before he heard her or maybe he did not wish to acknowledge her. She sank onto the bed. Had she screwed this up beyond redemption?
Angel called Gwen back in the room. She climbed back on the massage bed, getting comfortable on her front. Dan had rattled her so much that all Gwen’s work so far had been wasted. Gwen reapplied the oils and began to run her hands up and down her back.
She had been seeing Gwen for years. She would come in to do house calls, or occasionally Angel would go to her boutique. She was in her late forties, a larger lady, short with big breasts and the most amazing hands. She had a warm round face and short curly hair.
Angel had her eyes shut tight, picturing Dan’s face contorted in anger, anger aimed at her. Even furious, he was irresistible, looking sexier than ever, his eyes lit up like a firework, his forehead creased in a frown. Was it really just about his work being wasted? She could understand his point if it was. Was it really just that? Was his concern for Stacie really only professional concern? Had he been completely unmoved by the beautiful woman?
She felt her body becoming aroused just thinking about him, feeling Gwen’s hands caressing her, imagining they were Dan’s.
“How does that feel?” Gwen asked.
“Mmm,” Angel responded, barely able to form a coherent thought. She was close to falling asleep, deliciously somnolent, yet aroused at the same time. She opened her eyes feeling in the mood for some sexual fun. She turned over, pulling the towel off and dropping it on the floor.
Gwen smiled. She knew Angel’s preferences. “Would you like an all over body?” she asked.
Angel barely had to nod. She closed her eyes, going back to feeling totally chilled and fully satisfied on her daily results. Angel felt oil on her belly, then Gwen’s hands gently stroking her skin, across her stomach, then up toward her chest. She shivered in anticipation and opened her eyes a crack, looking down through her lashes. Gwen’s fingers worked their way to her breasts, avoiding the buds which stood stiff, ready for attention. She massaged up and around Angel’s breasts, working the oil into the skin, cupping her hands around the soft swell at the sides where gravity pulled them down, pushing them together, massaging Angel’s flesh. Her thumbs just touched on the nipples, causing Angel to pull in her breath, before Gwen deserted her breasts entirely, running her hands back down her torso.
Gwen’s hands moved over Angel’s waist, dipping in at the curve, sending shivers of excitement through her. Angel didn’t bother hiding
her little intakes of breath and sighs of delight. Gwen brought her hands together over Angel’s stomach, then slid quite deliberately lower, allowing her thumbs to brush Angel’s mound. She drew circles on Angel’s belly, getting gradually lower with each pass, her thumbs pressing harder each time. Angel could barely stand it. Her thighs dropped open, permitting entry.
Instead, Gwen’s hands glided back up Angel’s body, skimming lightly over her tummy, then sliding her hands up between Angel’s breasts. Her nipples stood erect. Gwen moved around the table, standing at the top of Angel’s body. Her touch was gentle, almost tickling as she turned her attention to Angel’s shoulders. She massaged Angel’s shoulders and upper arms, then back up again, running her hands down between Angel’s breasts. Angel could hardly stop herself from thrusting her breasts into the woman’s hands. Gwen had massaged them many times in the past, why did she leave them out now?
Gwen leaned over Angel’s body, running her hands down over Angel’s firm stomach, then back up again. Then—finally—she cupped Angel’s breasts fully in both hands, kneading them, pushing them together. Angel moaned aloud with pleasure.
Gwen squeezed her breasts firmly, working the oil well in. Angel could see her flesh shimmering in the light. She wriggled on the bed, her pussy dripping in excitement. Angel closed her eyes allowing Gwen to manipulate and tease her breasts, avoiding her nipples until Angel was almost begging. She teased and tantalized, brushing nearer to the nipple area. Angel licked her lips, concentrating on Gwen’s touch.
Gwen swiped the palms of her hands over her budded excited nipples, for a mere fraction of a second. Angel jerked her body off the bed, clutching the sides of the table as a pulse juddered through her body. Gwen pinched her nipples and twisted a little, sending Angel further toward heaven.
Angel cried out as Gwen came around the side, one hand teasing her nipple while the other palm rested on her mound, her fingers just touching the tops of Angel’s inner thighs, which fell open to admit her. Unashamedly, she pushed her pelvis up to meet the woman’s touch. She felt something cold touch her breast and she opened her eyes to see a suction cup being placed over her nipple. Gwen switched it on and it budded delightfully. Angel watched with anticipation as Gwen squeezed the suction bulb. Angel watched her nipple being sucked into the instrument forcing it high into the funnel. Her bud doubled in size and the sensation…oh, the sensation sent all her nerve endings crazy.
Gwen moved the sucker to her right nipple, giving it the same treatment. Angel squealed again as her nipple was sucked into the funnel, sending pulses down to her pussy. Angel felt her pussy throb, desperate for some attention. She widened her legs, trying to encourage the woman to pay some attention to her cunt without having to ask.
Gwen picked up her unspoken plea—one of her hands wandered down to Angel’s pussy. Angel felt her dipping a finger just inside her labia. She lay still, anticipating the pleasure which was to come. Gwen’s finger lowered, touching the entrance to her cunt. Angel knew her pussy must be dripping with welcome as she wriggled her pelvis, desperate to feel Gwen’s fingers tampering with her.
Angel raised her knees, dropping her legs wide open, revealing her wet pussy to Gwen’s eyes. Angel watched her gaze flick down, and a slight smile appear. Gwen looked back at Angel, raising her eyebrows. Gwen turned all her attention to Angel’s cunt, setting the nipple sucker aside. She used one hand to spread Angel’s labia wide, revealing her reddened inner flesh, the budding clitoris and the delicate inner folds framing her hungry hole. She just stared at it for a moment, then slowly licked one finger and slid it all the way inside Angel’s cunt. The lubrication provided by the saliva was unnecessary—Angel was slick and she moaned, gripping the finger with her inner muscles. Gwen slid it back out. Angel could see it glisten in the light as Gwen brought her finger up for Angel to suck. She licked it clean, tasting her own juices on the digit. Gwen re-inserted it, adding a second finger. She used the fingertips on her other hand on Angel’s clitoris, rubbing hard over the sensitive spot.
Angel moaned, pushing down onto Gwen’s fingers. Her concentration centred entirely on that small area of flesh between her thighs, the pulses of pleasure overtaking her body. She threw her head from one side to the other, grabbing onto the sides of the massage bed as she surrendered to Gwen’s expert manipulations.
Angel pushed down with her feet, lifting her bottom off the bed, her pelvis high in the air. Her entire world was Gwen’s fingers fucking her cunt, Gwen’s fingers busy on her clitoris. Her body dripped with sweat. Her mind and body ached for that one perfect moment, the culmination of desire, the only thing worth living for.
Gwen stopped and Angel almost screamed with disappointment. But she had only paused to get some more oil. Angel watched, tensing with anticipation, as Gwen poured a trickle over her chest, feeling it dribbling down her tummy and into her belly button. Gwen moved her hands up Angel’s body, catching the oil, caressing her breasts. Angel watched her hands run over her chest, rubbing the oil in, flicking her thumbs over Angel’s nipples.
Gwen ran her oiled hands down to Angel’s clitoris. She began to slap Angel’s pussy, aiming each blow carefully right onto her clitoris. Angel moaned with delight. With her other hand, Gwen reached out, picking up a large jelly dildo. She slicked it with the oil and shoved it hard up Angel’s cunt, slapping her clit the whole time. Angel screamed out as Gwen fucked her with the dildo, grabbing the bed, feeling her orgasm approaching. She mumbled a litany of Oh Gods as her body jerked and spasmed, sending her rigid, shaking, quivering, trembling with ecstasy. Her body shuddered. Sweat poured from her as she shook repeatedly. As she relaxed, she put one hand down to still Gwen’s ministrations.
The movement caused her to raise her head and she became aware of someone else in the room. Dan stood at the door watching. He came forward to stand at the bottom of the bed, staring down at her. Gwen chose that moment to pull out the dildo. It made a squelching sound and Angel felt her juices flow onto the massage bed.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I can see I have disturbed you,” he said, looking disconcerted.
“Oh really?” she said, rising up on her elbows. Angel stared at his groin area. She could see his cock bulging. He might be mad at her, but he was still turned on. “What do you want, Dan?” she asked, her voice low now, and sultry.
Dan gazed down at her, attempting to make eye contact with her but distracted by the sight of her naked, spread-eagled and satiated. “I just wanted to say I think you are a complete bitch.” His voice came out throaty and his eyes were almost black as he stared at her body.
“Is that it?” she said. “You can either get the fuck out of my room or make yourself useful and put your cock where it’s needed.”
“Would you like me to leave?” Gwen asked.
“No, you can watch.”
Dan unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was stiff and throbbing. Angel looked at it with a smile. So, he was still turned on by her.
He grabbed hold of Angel’s thighs and pulled her down the bed so her backside was level with the edge. He pulled out a condom and rolled it on before ramming his cock in her soaking wet cunt, penetrating her hard and fast. Gwen moved around to the side of the bed and began to caress Angel’s breasts. Angel threw her head back and screamed with abandon. Dan’s hands were hard on her body, rough and uncaring as he fucked her. Angel loved it. Finally, he was being a real man, taking charge.
“Oh God, fuck me,” she begged.
“I will fuck you, you bitch,” he ground out, slamming into her mercilessly, sending her sliding up the table with every thrust. He grabbed her harder around the hips to hold her in place, as Angel desperately held onto the bed to stop herself moving about.
Dan had never been rough with her before, not like this. He grabbed her left leg, raising it, hooking it over his shoulder, taking her at a different angle. His cock thumped into her nerve endings, forcing her into his thrall. Angel’s thoughts centred solely on his cock, thu
dding into her greedy cunt.
He slapped her bottom as he took her, then leaned forward to squeeze her breast. The pain was divine. Angel threw her head from side to side, panting out her pleasure, feeling her orgasm come, feeling it growing, then it was there, deluging her frantic body with its intensity.
Dan gave a deep groan, his hands grabbing her buttocks, squeezing her flesh hard. She gasped at the pain even as she felt him come inside her voracious pussy, his hot seed filling the latex, spurting into her. He withdrew rapidly and pulled off the condom, dropping it into Angel’s bin. He grabbed the roll of kitchen paper Gwen used to mop up spills and wiped himself clean before tucking his wilting cock away.
He stared at her. She gazed back at him, wondering what he was thinking. As she started to compose a sentence to keep him with her, he turned and walked away without so much as a word. Angel lay back, watching him go, feeling bereft.
Chapter Eight
When Gwen had gone, Angel dressed and returned to her favourite room, the piano conservatory. She ordered some food and sat back thinking, wondering when Dan would be leaving. She had checked the computer on the way. He was still on the premises. Why was he hanging around? Now Stacie had gone, there was no work for him—she had booked him through till the evening.
Someone sat down at her table. Angel looked up. It was Dexter. She wasn’t in the mood for company, but smiled politely anyway.
“Hey, baby!” he said, pulling his chair around to hers so their legs were touching. “Those boobs look very heavy—can I hold them for you?”
“Oh ha ha!” Angel said, but she smiled nonetheless. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Oh I’ve got more. How about—I'm bigger and better than the Titanic. Only two hundred women went down on the Titanic.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Or this one—My dick just died, can I bury it in your cunt?”
“Seriously? Does that one ever work?”
“Sometimes. Only with the really dirty bitches, though.”
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