“Hello, baby. You not ready yet?” It was Dexter, looking very smart and actually quite sexy in his tuxedo and bow tie.
“Nearly. Come on in. I’ll be two seconds,” she said, holding the door open wide.
He would have followed her into the bedroom, but she frowned and indicated the sofa. “I’ll be right out,” she said pointedly.
She went back to her room and picked up the dress again, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull it on over her legs. She pulled it up and settled the diamante band over her nipples, making sure it wouldn’t slip. Not that she minded getting her tits out, but generally she preferred to choose the moment, rather than have a wardrobe malfunction choose it for her. She pushed her feet into the silver platform stilettos then checked herself out in the full-length mirror. Show-time!
She turned to face the bedroom door, then paused, knots in her tummy. She was not anxious about the ball – she knew that would go well, but about Larry and Stacie. Would it actually work? She dismissed her worries. It had to work. Larry would treat her so badly she would flee Desires in tears, never to return. She drew in a deep breath and opened the door. As she walked out into the office, Dexter’s jaw dropped.
“Wow, you look astonishing.”
“Thank you.” She walked to him and took his outstretched arm and they walked together down the corridor.
They heard the music before they came near the doors to the hall. Reception was busy with guests, dressed to impress in their ball gowns and tuxes.
She greeted those who greeted her, then walked into the ball on Dexter’s arm. It was alive and buzzing. Even this early, guests were enthusiastically gyrating on the dance floor to the music, and the seating areas were well-populated with groups chatting and flirting.
Waiting staff circulated with trays full of glasses of complimentary Buck’s Fizz. Angel saw plenty of people helping themselves. Guests could buy entry-only tickets to the ball and pay for their drinks, or they could buy all-inclusive passes. Either way, the Buck’s Fizz was free for all while it lasted. Dexter grabbed a couple of glasses, passing her one. Angel headed over to a few regular clients, stopping to chat before making the rounds, greeting her guests, introducing herself to any new faces. She saw a few looks of surprise when people realized she was the boss of all this, but respect flowed her way, and she lapped it up.
Dexter stayed close to Angel’s side. She glanced at him now and again, catching him staring at her—well, mainly staring at her breasts. Angel smiled, sticking her chest out even further. Angel loved it, she loved all the attention, loved being noticed and desired, lusted after. She circulated freely, dispensing affection and kisses on workers and clients. Beside her, she felt Dexter tense. One look at his face told her he was jealous. Amused, she flirted even more. It wasn't like he was her husband. She shuddered at the thought of being married, the thought of any man having the right to curb her behaviour, or disapprove of her. Unless…and her thoughts drifted briefly to Dan. She could possibly make an exception for Dan.
Someone grabbing her breasts interrupted her thoughts. She looked down to see two male hands cupping her boobs from behind. “You and me, babe. How about it?” a voice murmured in her ear. Her first instinct was to wriggle away, but why spoil the man’s fun? She ground her bottom back into his body, feeling his erection press into her back. Emboldened, one of his fingers wriggled behind the diamante band and began to tickle her nipple. She shivered and moved one of her hands behind her, rubbing it up and down his stiff prick. Dexter glared at her and she winked at him. “I could just fuck you right now, sweet thing,” the voice said. One of the hands slid through one of the hip-high slits and grabbed hard at her pussy. Angel sighed. It was sometimes nice to be anonymously groped, but this was a little too much when she didn’t know who the guy was. She twisted in his arms, pulling away a little to look at him.
“Ben!” Horrified, she yanked herself out of his arms and backed away. Dexter caught her arm and held her steady.
“What’s the matter Angel-cakes? Didn’t expect to see me here?”
She stared at him. “No, actually, I didn’t realize you’d be coming.” Belatedly, she realized that of course his company had one of the VIP passes for the ball, although generally they were used by the stallholders later on. He must have managed to somehow persuade the poor sap running his stall to let him use his pass.
“So, you and me? Fancy it?”
“No. No, thanks. Um, I have to go.” Grabbing Dexter by the hand, she fled onto the dance floor, losing herself in the crowd. Bodies writhed close together. The room was on fire, the floor vibrated with the dancing. Everyone was knocking back the alcohol. Flesh was everywhere. Breasts fell out of dresses and cocks poked out of trousers, getting plenty of attention from wandering hands. She turned her head around. There was a couple actually having sex on the dance floor, her leaning up against a pillar, legs spread, one foot up on a chair, her dress hitched up behind her, and him ramming it into her, his bottom going like a piston.
Angel wandered the room, making small talk with guests while Dexter followed her, clinging to her elbow like a barnacle. A tall sexy barnacle in a tux.
“Fancy a dance?” she said, turning to him. She grabbed his arm and hauled him onto the floor without waiting for his answer. She put his arms around her waist and began to gyrate to the music, writhing around in his hold, rubbing her bottom against his cock, then twisting to grind her pussy against his thigh. His hands went to her breasts and she did not stop him, loving the feel of his hot, hard fingers on her flesh. He tried to kiss her, but she ducked away, bumping and grinding against him until she felt he was about to burst. The music changed to a slower beat and he grabbed her hand.
“Want to go somewhere quieter?” he asked, with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. Over his shoulder she saw Stacie and Dan enter the room.
“Not now, baby,” she said,
She stared, trying to keep them in her line of sight as they walked through the hall. It seemed as if a gateway opened for them, allowing them through the crowd. She noticed heads turning and saw people whispering. Stacie looked astounding. There was no other word for it. She was wearing a floor-length white satin gown. The bust area was paved with diamantes, and her breasts looked sensational, glistening in the dark, the lights shining off her chest, the diamantes casting little spots of pure light all around her. She was dazzling. Angel’s stomach flipped.
They walked closer. Dan’s smile was pure pride and delight. Stacie held onto his arm, looking happy and full of confidence. Angel looked around for Larry. Where was that damned man? The sooner Stacie was off the premises, the better.
Angel hid away among the crowd, watching the pair walk through. Stacie stared around her, her face aglow with excitement. Angel’s heart collapsed. She stared down at her dress that she had been so proud of. Now, seeing the dress Dan had chosen for Stacie, her heart sank. Stacie oozed class and elegance. Angel’s dress by comparison looked cheap and slutty, far too obvious.
She continued to watch them, seeing Stacie holding her head high, full of confidence. Even her hair was classy. She’d pinned it up into a French pleat, which showed off her flawless neck. The back of the dress bared her long beautiful back, dipping low down to her bottom, but not so low as to be unladylike. God, she looked glorious.
Angel moved out of the crowd staring at Stacie as she and Dan walked toward the food court. Compared to the women who were here tonight, Stacie was a breed apart. The dazzling dress had a light train behind it which flowed across the polished wooden floor, softly sweeping, making her look as though she were floating.
Never in her life had Angel felt such hatred. She felt slightly sorry for the girl—she had no idea what was going on, or what was about to happen to her, but the way she looked tonight had sealed her fate, she had to go.
She grabbed another drink from a passing waiter, gulping it down. Stacie and Dan disappeared through the doors and were gone. But Angel could not rid herself of the vision w
hich remained in her mind. Stacie had looked almost bride-like in her radiance, and Dan the blushing groom in his tux. Dexter chose that moment to take hold of Angel’s bottom, squeezing it cheekily. She glared at him, no longer in the mood for dealing with Dexter.
“Oh for goodness’ sake, Dexter, go and find something, or someone, to do,” she said, whirling on him in a sudden rage. His eyes filled with hurt and he backed away. She felt bad—this whole mess was not his fault, but right now she wasn’t in the mood to be pawed. She should have known making him her partner for the evening was going to be a mistake.
Chapter Thirteen
Dexter quickly made himself scarce. Angel stayed on the dance floor, watching the food court doors. She didn’t really want to see them looking happy together, but she had to get Dan away from Stacie if her plan was to succeed. And for that to happen, she needed to know where they were.
Stacie looked so sensational—she had no time to waste. Hopefully the plan would be a success, Stacie would be out of here, and Dan would have Angel to proudly hang off his arm, not Stacie, with no way of tracing it back to her this time.
She stayed in her spot, watching the doors, making chit-chat with the guests who came over to talk to her. A touch on her arm made her jump.
“Sorry, Angel, we need you for a second.”
She turned around, annoyed, seeing one of the waitresses standing by her elbow, looking anxious.
“What is it?” she snapped, more harshly than she had intended.
The girl looked terrified. Angel stared at her, trying to bring her name to mind. It was one of the new ones she had hired only a few weeks ago. Kelly—that was it.
“What is it, Kelly?” she asked again, a little gentler this time.
“Um, there’s a problem with one of the guests.”
“What type of problem?”
“Um, he, um, he won’t leave me alone,” she finished in a whisper.
Angel glanced from Kelly to the food court doors, annoyed. If she left, Dan and Stacie could come out and she wouldn’t notice. But seeing the distress on the face of the young waitress shamed her. What kind of boss would she be if she didn’t protect her staff? Desires was more important than her own personal life.
“Show me!” She swept off, following Kelly as she wove through the crowd.
“Him,” the young girl whispered, pointing to a man. He turned.
“Ben!” Angel said, bearing down on him. “How dare you!”
“What?” He spread his hands.
“You know damn well what. Aren’t there enough women here to satisfy you? Do you have to try it on with my waiting girls as well?”
“I didn’t realize she was only a waitress,” he said. “Look at her. She’s dressed like a tart.”
Angel looked at Kelly, dressed in the usual tiny waitress uniform of barely there black skirt, with frilly white panties peeking out from underneath it. Her breasts were almost falling out of the white corset top, and her legs were encased in fishnets, ending in black stilettos.
“Well of course she’s a waitress. She’s wearing a uniform, the same as all the other girls. She’s walking around holding trays of glasses. What else would she be? You disgust me, Ben. Even if she weren’t a waitress, no means no, even here.”
She glanced onto the dance floor, seeing Dan and Stacie dancing.
“If I hear of any more bad behaviour from you, you’ll be out, banned, forever!” She turned to Kelly. “If he gives you any more trouble, go straight to the bouncers. I’ll inform them what’s happened.”
Kelly nodded gratefully as Angel strode away toward the floor.
Dan’s hands were wrapped around Stacie’s waist from behind and his groin was snug against her bottom. Stacie writhed in his embrace, before turning to face him. Angel moved nearer to them, seeing them dance close, closer than she liked. Dan moved his hands up and down her back. They seemed almost glued together. Angel could sense the chemistry between them—hell, she could almost smell it. Angel stood behind a few people, feet away from them, watching. Their movements slowed as Dan held her close, his hands stilling on her back. Stacie’s hands went up around his neck and they kissed. The look on Dan’s face was beatific. Angel watched, feeling more and more convinced that Dan had lied to her about the extent of his feelings toward Stacie. This was way beyond his remit as her tutor.
Angel could not take any more of watching them drool over one another. She stormed into the food court, casting a quick professional eye over the table, pleased with the way it was looking. The caterers were constantly clearing away empty platters and replacing with new so there were no empty spots. She headed over to the bar, ordering a very stiff drink. Her blood pumped in frustration, becoming more wound up about Dan and Stacie.
The barman brought over her drink. Angel gulped half of it down before wondering if alcohol was such a good idea. She didn’t want her mouth running out of control and Dan finding out the truth. She needed to keep a clear head and remain focused on the plan. She put her glass down and turned around, only to see Dan and Stacie walking toward her.
“Show-time, Angel,” she murmured to herself before putting on her best smile.
As they reached her, Dan leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, immediately reclaiming Stacie’s hand.
“You look amazing, Stacie,” Angel said, leaning toward Stacie and kissing her on both cheeks, inhaling the scent of her sweet perfume.
“Thank you, you look very sexy,” Stacie replied.
“Just the way I like it. You’re a great dancer,” Angel said, making herself maintain the smile although she wished she could rip the other girl’s head off. Stacie looked embarrassed, but managed to thank her. “Would you like me to show you what’s on offer for the evening?” Angel asked Stacie, grabbing her chance to get the woman away from Dan. Stacie looked hunted for a second, then turned to Dan. However, Dan was busy chatting to one of their regular clients who had come over to greet him. She turned back to Angel.
“I don’t mind,” she said in a small voice.
Angel went over to Dan. “You don’t mind if I steal Stacie away for a few minutes, do you?” she said, leaning into him and gazing into his eyes.
“It’s up to Stacie,” Dan replied, turning to look at Stacie, then raising his eyebrows, and crooking his finger indicating she should go to him. As Stacie approached, he took hold of her hand, then wrapped his other arm around her waist. “Do you want to go with Angel?” he asked.
“I don’t mind,” she said. Angel stood watching the couple, wishing Stacie would hurry up and make the decision without consulting Dan. After all, he’s only her fucking tutor. She didn’t need his permission. “I’ll go with her,” she finally decided. Dan leaned toward Stacie, kissing her on the cheek, which Stacie returned. “I’ll see you in a bit,” she told him.
“Okay, babe, enjoy,” he said. Angel watched their eyes locked for a second, sensing compassion and love. Something was going on, she knew it. No one looked at someone that way unless there was genuine emotion there. Well, soon Stacie would be gone, and Angel would be there to help Dan get over her. How she longed to get close to him, have him all to herself. He looked hotter than ever in his tuxedo.
Now that she had agreed, there was no more time to waste. Once the two were split up, Larry could get his hands on her. Angel only wished she could watch.
Angel took hold of Stacie’s hand, her eyes drawn to Stacie’s glorious dazzling chest. She felt sick to the core and quickly led her back into the ballroom. Angel led her through the crowd, responding to those who greeted her with a wave and a smile. They exited the hall, arriving in the cooler, quieter reception area. Bailey was at the reception desk. Her eyes widened with appreciation when she saw Stacie. My God, even her damn receptionist had the hots for the bitch. Angel took the lead, heading down the corridor which led to the orgy room. Bodies were all over the place in various states of undress and sexual congress.
Angel made sure Stacie was following her. They arrived
at the orgy room and Angel pulled back the voile, allowing Stacie to enter first. She had a sudden flash of memory, seeing Stacie and Dan fucking like bunnies on the big blow-up mattress. Remove image, Angel told herself. This evening it was set up as a sex show. Men and women sat on the cushions watching two men having sex with Belinda, one of her best customers. Belinda was a bank manager with a fetish for gangbangs. One of the men was lying on his back while Belinda rode his cock. As they watched, the second man came up behind her, his impressive cock rigid. He began to prepare her ass, lubing up his fingers and pushing first one, then more inside, stretching her, before kneeling behind her and shoving his cock up her asshole, to the evident appreciation of the watching crowd. The two men fucked her for a few minutes before Belinda started calling for another man from the audience to come and get his cock sucked. A man quickly volunteered, ready and willing and she deep-throated him, taking him all the way in. More men started to converge on her, touching her, fondling her, jerking off over her, until she was hidden by male bodies.
“Does she work here? Is she getting paid for that?” Stacie asked.
“No, that’s just her thing. She loves to be gangbanged,” Angel said. “She’s a member of the club, just like you.” Angel could tell Stacie did not approve.
Angel heard Belinda’s cries of pleasure echo around the room. Angel took Stacie’s smooth hand, taking her back out into the corridor. They walked a little way to another room where there was a girl performing a striptease.
Again, couples were watching and a few were having a personal dance. The room was settled and in full swing. One of the girls shoved her naked breasts in a man’s face whilst his partner sat next to him. Angel watched Stacie’s reaction—she was clearly unimpressed. The couple started fondling the girl’s breasts, both the man and the woman. Angel watched Stacie turn to her in surprise.
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