She left Bailey at the desk, catching up with Dexter in the men’s dressing room. He was sitting on the couch enjoying a beer. His eyes gleamed as she walked in. He had removed his shirt and the shine almost dazzled her. She sat next to him and leaned in close. Not too close though, she didn’t want any of that slick of baby oil getting on her dress.
“I’m sorry about earlier, baby, it’s just I have such a lot running around my head. To be honest, sex is the last thing on my mind right now. But, what I was thinking was, if you fancy it, I thought you could be my guest for tomorrow night,” she told him. “I can rearrange your clients, and you can be all mine all night.” He sat back on the couch, sprawling, his legs wide open and looked her up and down.
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
She backed off when he tried to hug her. A look of hurt crossed his face and she was quick to explain, “Sorry, I just don’t want to get oil on my dress!”
“Oh, sorry. Of course. I mean, that’s fantastic…I’d love…I’d be honoured to be your partner at the ball. Wow,” he said, then took her hand and raised it to his lips, dropping a gentle kiss on her fingers. She felt a rush of regret about being mean to him. He was quite sweet after all, just a bit overkeen.
“Good, that’s settled, then,” she said, standing. “Sorry, baby, I do have to go—I have such a lot to do.”
“Of course, of course. I shall look forward to tomorrow all night now,” he said, standing also as she walked toward the door. Angel left, wondering how Dan would react to see her turning up with Dexter. What would she do if he did not react at all?
Angel headed back to reception, happy to see her A-team was back. Bailey and Shannon sat behind the desk, busy booking clients in. Angel smiled at them both before continuing her journey to her office.
She glanced at the clock. It was half past seven. Stacie was due at eight. Dan would be arriving soon—Angel knew he liked to get to work in good time for his clients. She opened her laptop and her eyes rested on the CCTV icon. Like all the public areas of the club, the main door was covered by CCTV. She double-clicked on it and, telling herself she was stupid, watched the grainy black and white image come up on the screen. She didn’t have long to wait. A mere five minutes passed before he appeared on the screen, looking oddly foreshortened from above, putting his number into the pad. She quickly changed the screen to the inside camera, watching him as he entered the hallway and made his way down the corridor. A smile spilled across her face. She found herself becoming hot and flustered, just knowing he was in the building. She closed the window down on her laptop, having seen what she was waiting for.
Knowing he was here instantly turned Angel on. She pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts. She squeezed them, pinching the nipples, then running her hands over her skin, pretending Dan was here with her. She was immediately aroused, feeling her pussy desperate for some touch. She spread her legs, sliding her hand beneath her thong, pulling the material to the side and shoving her fingers hard in her cunt.
She pulled out her fingers, sucking on them, tasting her own juices, loving the taste of her sweet arousal. She covered her fingers in saliva, placing them over her slick aching pussy.
Both hands went between her legs next, the fingers of one rubbing desperately over her clit, while she rammed the others inside her, hard at first to relieve the initial desperate need, then gentler, mimicking the actions of a lover. She pulled out and ran her fingers over her own inner thighs, tickling and teasing the skin before moving up to caress her labia, trying to bring back the feelings Dan had aroused in her the previous night. The memory of him seducing her sent ripples of arousal through her, sending her halfway to heaven just from the thought of him taking control, doing all the leading. She remembered how he teased her clitoris with his tongue—she slicked her finger, trying to mimic the feel of a tongue.
What Dan had done to her was so very different to anything she had experienced before. Normally, she took charge, making damned sure she got her orgasm in, her way, before ‘allowing’ the guy to finish himself off. Dan had showed her what true love-making was all about—a partnership—a sharing of pleasures, making sure both participants were fulfilled. And, God help her, she wanted more of it. She circled her fingers over her sensitive folds of flesh, craving, yearning to have him. Have him toying with her, giving her pleasure. In her mind, fantasy Dan came behind her, slipping his hands over her shoulders, cupping her breasts. She put up her hands to touch her own breasts, barely believing the shudder of arousal as she touched herself.
“Dan,” she breathed, wishing he were there. She squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipples into arousal.
Vibrating with frustration, Angel couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to come. She pulled open her bottom desk drawer and reached inside, bringing out her rampant rabbit wave. She positioned herself comfortably in her chair, hooking one leg over the arm, and extending the other under the desk. She reached behind her, bracing herself on the back of the chair before sliding the vibrator inside her quivering vagina. She positioned the rabbit ears then turned it on.
Angel instantly screamed with pleasure as the ears teased her clit while the waves rippled within her. She manipulated the position of the ears, teasing her clitoris, her nerve endings going crazy. She lifted both feet and placed them wide apart on the desk, shoving the rabbit in as far as it would go, closing her eyes and lying back to let the sensations thrill through her. She let herself scream with abandon, about to erupt, feeling it coming.
A loud pounding on her office door interrupted her. She cursed, ignoring it—her orgasm was more important. She hoped they would go away soon—she had totally lost her concentration.
To her horror, the door swung open. Before she could do anything to hide her state, Angel saw Shannon poking her head around the door. Angel quickly sat up, yanking out the rabbit and pulling up her dress, but it was clear Shannon had seen her.
“Angel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but you pressed the panic button.”
Angel looked at the red panic button situated to one side of her desk. She must have pressed it when she brought her feet up. Horrified, she rushed to the control panel on the wall and cancelled it before it could alert the whole building.
“I am so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, at least you are okay,” she said with a sympathetic grin. Shannon left the office and Angel sank back down onto her chair, feeling humiliated and stupid.
Chapter Eleven
She tossed the vibrator back in the drawer, and sat back in her chair, her head in turmoil. What had Shannon said to Bailey when she went back? Hopefully, she would have thought of some excuse, like she’d knocked a book onto it or something. She was lucky it hadn’t triggered the whole building into panic. They would have had to evacuate.
Angel held her head in her hands, wondering if she needed to explain her actions. But Shannon wasn’t stupid—she hardly needed a bloody diagram. Did it really matter anyway?
“So what, I fucked myself and was enjoying it too.” She felt unfinished and frustrated. Maybe she should go and find someone to finish her off, or maybe just get her little plastic friend out again.
She reached for the drawer handle just as another knock came at the door. For God’s sake, what was it this time? Could she and her rabbit not just have some time together without a bloody audience? “What?” she yelled.
The door opened. She waited, her body vibrating with anger, ready to deliver a blistering lecture to the new arrival, when Dan’s head appeared around the door. Her rage fled, replaced by sheer delight.
“Sorry. Am I disturbing you?” he said, looking anxious as he entered the room.
“No, I’m sorry. It’s fine.” She frowned. “I thought Stacie was coming this evening? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for her?” Her heart soared. Had she cancelled?
“She has just called in—she’s going to be late,” he said, closing the door behind him and tak
ing a few steps further into the room.
“Oh, I see.” Angel felt sick again. She was still coming, then. But at least Dan was here right now, with her. “So, what can I do you for?” she said, leaning back in the chair and making lazy eye contact.
He sat on the sofa, leaning back, putting one foot on the opposite knee, a very casual relaxed posture.
“Why don’t you come and sit down?” he said, patting the seat next to him.
Angel almost jumped out of her chair, so eager was she to be next to him. She forced herself to walk more slowly. It wouldn’t do to appear too keen. She sat next to him on the sofa. He lifted one arm and laid it along the back cushion, inviting her to come and cuddle with him. She paused. She had never cuddled with one of her workers before. It wasn’t exactly the image she wanted to project. But Dan was different, and she did so much want to cuddle with him. She snuggled into him, resting her hand on his chest, feeling his arm curl around her and his hand warm on her waist. She closed her eyes, hearing nothing but the thump of his heartbeat. She felt her own heartbeat slow, as she relaxed into the easy warmth of his embrace.
“This is nice,” he said.
Angel felt his fingers move slowly on her waist and she shivered, her earlier arousal returning without warning as she inhaled his nearness.
“Yes, it is.” With the hand resting on his stomach she mirrored his movements at her waist, stroking gently with her thumb. A frisson fluttered her pussy and she began to slowly work her hand down, pausing briefly at his belt. She opened her eyes, trying to make out through his black jeans whether he was aroused. There did seem to be a bulge, but it might just be a fold in the denim. She swallowed. What was wrong with her? She’d never been the coy type. All she had to do was just reach out and cop a feel.
She walked her fingers down to his crotch, expertly feeling the outline of his cock, half-hard by the feel of it, through the denim.
“Angel…” he said. Her hand froze.
“What? Isn’t this what you came for?” She started to rub his incipient erection to fullness. It didn’t take long. She twisted her body, looking up at his face, at those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes gazing down at her, their expression unreadable. She deliberately scratched at the denim covering his hard-on, knowing the vibrations through the thick material would turn him on. He groaned and thrust into her hand.
Encouraged, she started to unfasten his belt, slipping the buckle apart and undoing his jeans. She reached inside his trunks and pulled out his warm cock, already leaking pre-cum. Without another word she buried her face in his groin, opening her throat and taking him all the way in, licking luxuriously up the shaft as she came back up again, tasting the salty goodness at the end. His hands buried themselves in her hair, holding her in place. She dived back down again, using strong suction, creating a vacuum with her mouth as she flicked her tongue down his cock. Her hand went to his balls, cupping them through the fabric.
“Oh, God, yeah. Suck it, baby,” he murmured above her. She looked up at him. He head was thrown back, his eyes closed. She was a little miffed—here she was doing her best blow-job face and he wasn’t even watching. She pulled her mouth off his cock, watching his eyes flicker open and look down at her. She shifted position on the sofa, sitting up and drawing nearer, pressing her mouth on his, while her hand moved down to his cock, rubbing rapidly up and down his wet shaft, continuing where her mouth had left off.
His hand went to the back of her head, taking possession. His tongue plunged into her mouth. She was overwhelmed by his control, allowing him entry, and not stopping him as he bent her back on the sofa, his body quickly covering hers. Her hands went down to his jeans, tugging them down, releasing his cock further. He pulled up her dress, dragging her thong to one side and shoving his fingers roughly inside her. She was still sodden from before—his fingers met with no resistance. He pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts, fastening his mouth over her nipple and sucking hard. All the while finger-fucking her so hard, she inched up the sofa with every thrust.
He expertly pulled out a condom packet from his back jeans pocket and began to roll it on. Angel stopped him.
“Do we have to?”
Dan looked at her, surprised. “Thought it was a house rule.”
“It is, but, just this once, maybe we could do it without. I am on the pill,” she assured him.
He shrugged and pulled the condom off without another word, slipped his cock past her thong and inside her, not even bothering to get undressed. Angel’s eyes flew open in surprise. She knew sex was better for guys without a condom, but she hadn’t realized it was better for girls too. The feel of Dan’s bare skin inside her instead of the rubber was astonishing.
He lifted up her leg, hooking it over the back of the sofa, ramming into her hard, grabbing at her breasts.
“You dirty bitch,” he panted. She moaned, trying to capture his lips to kiss them, but his buried his face in her shoulder, rutting desperately into her. For a second she was worried he was going to come without her, but he backed off, slowing his pace and pulling back a little to look at her. He bent his face to kiss her, his eyes closed as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
“I need to make this quick,” he said in a low tone, pulling out and shuffling back on his knees.
“Okay,” she said, understanding. He was supposed to be working after all.
He pulled her thong down, putting her knees together to facilitate removal of the minuscule garment before widening her legs once more. He lowered his face into her pussy, placing his tongue against her labia, gliding it the full length of her pussy. She shivered and moaned.
He sucked hard on her clit. She screamed and writhed under him, all her earlier arousal coming back tenfold now the real Dan was with her. He stuck his tongue as far down her cunt as he could reach, grabbing her buttocks in his hands and squeezing. She thrust back against him, desperately needing to come. He rubbed his thumb roughly against her clit as he licked all over her pussy, his tongue sending her almost to the edge. “Turn over, bitch,” he said. She didn’t need telling twice, turning around onto her hands and knees on the sofa. He lifted up her dress and plunged back into her, his fingers busy on her clit as he fucked her. She grabbed hold of the arm of the sofa and screamed as his supple fingers manipulated her centre of pleasure.
“Oh, God, Dan,” she panted, her body jerking and pulsing, clinging to the sofa cushion as she writhed under him. A second later he groaned deeply as his cum spurted into her, his cock pulsing as it released his seed into her. He collapsed behind her, pulling out and sitting down, running his hand across his sweaty forehead. Angel sat back on her feet, then pulled her legs out from under her to sit beside him. She was unsure what to say. It certainly had been quick, the quickest sex with Dan Angel thought she’d ever had. But it was hot. Damn, was it hot!
“Sorry, I need to go and sort this out,” Dan said, standing up, his drooping cock dripping.
“Of course,” Angel said, waving in the direction of her flat. He disappeared through the door.
Angel felt bereft already. All she wanted was to hold him tighter and take the adventure further, have him holding her all night, listening to his heart beating, and make love to him over and over again. She had to find a way to tell him about her feelings toward him. If he only understood how she really felt, he would surely understand why she couldn’t let him tutor Stacie any more. It would be worth it, surely, for what they could have together.
He came back in just as his mobile buzzed from in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered.
“Okay, thank you,” he said, hanging up, a smile on his face. “I have to go. Stacie has arrived.”
Now. Tell him now! Angel’s heart commanded her. Her mouth opened…then closed again as he walked toward the door with barely a backward glance. “See you later,” he said, as he opened the door, then closed it behind him, not waiting for her reply.
How could he do it? One minute he was with her and next
he was off having sex with Stacie. The bitch had stolen him, again. She knew it would happen, he was working after all, working for her, but she had hoped for more than just a quickie and then bye. Perhaps a cuddle and a romantic embrace, something to make her feel he cared, something to hold in her thoughts for the evening, but instead—wham bam and he was gone.
* * * *
She spent the evening feeling empty, trying to do her best to pull herself together. But the sex all around her, which normally made her feel happy, just reminded her of what she was missing with Dan, who was presumably giving it all to Stacie Bitch-face. She did the rounds of the orgy room, then the viewing room, but it only depressed her. The viewing room was currently being used by a couple who she knew were her workers, but were giving all the appearance of a couple deeply in love, putting on a very romantic, erotic performance for the voyeurs. Angel couldn’t bring herself to watch. Everywhere she turned were happy, loving people enjoying themselves. And, for the first time in her time here at Desire, that did not make her happy.
She went back to her flat, instructing the receptionists to only call her in the case of the direst of emergencies, and flicked on the television, trying to find something to watch that had no love or romance in it at all. She ended up getting absorbed in a gritty horror film set in a prison, but turned off in disgust when the film’s focus turned to the love interest of one of the screws, who was being threatened by any number of vile horrors by the cronies of one of the prisoners.
The second the screen went off, the mind-movies started. Dan and Stacie having sex, her sucking his cock, having him touch her, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes, kissing his luscious lips, holding him close in their cosy aftermath. She went to bed, but tossed and turned, unable to turn off the images, even when she closed her eyes. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She would have to tell him exactly what she was thinking and feeling, but how? Angel had never done the love thing before. What if he doesn’t feel the same, crept into her conscious mind, but she shoved it firmly away. That wasn’t even to be contemplated right now. Maybe up until now it was just sex. Dan was fully aware of the rules, so maybe he was deliberately holding back, not letting himself feel anything. But once he knew how she felt, he wouldn’t have to do that anymore. Pleased with her solution, Angel finally fell into a fitful sleep.
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