“I thought there was a ‘no touch’ rule in lap dancing.”
Angel shrugged. “Not here. This is a sex club, not a lap-dancing club. Where’s the fun if you don’t touch?”
There was a small dance floor with a pole. Angel noticed Stacie watching Jasmine wrapping her body around the pole, tipping upside down.
They moved out of the room. Angel saw some unidentifiable girls hurtling toward them wearing bondage PVC ball gowns and gimp masks. Obviously someone missed the no PVC rule on the invitation, Angel thought, frowning, but greeting them as they passed. She led Stacie to another room where Chris, the Stallion, stood on a stage stripping. This room contained mostly women who were screaming and yelling encouragement at him.
Chris grabbed some whipped cream, spraying it onto his penis, then invited girls to come and lick it off. Three or four women scrambled onto the stage, fighting over his gargantuan cock while he stood there, hands on hips, a big smile plastered over his face as the girls licked him clean.
The room next door had a massive television on the wall showing a porn film. Couples were sitting and watching on sofas, most of them having sex at the same time. Stacie’s face was expressionless. Angel guessed she didn’t approve of this either. She glanced around for a few seconds, then turned to leave.
“God, you stuck up bitch,” Angel muttered under her breath as she followed her out.
They headed out of the room. Angel stared at Stacie’s body. Her breasts rising out of the glittering bodice dazzled her. Her skin looked so smooth and delicate, glowing. Her makeup was perfect, not too heavy, emphasising her stunning features, and the way her hair was styled highlighted her beautiful face. If she didn’t hate her so much, Angel would have been attracted. As it was, the only thing Angel wanted from Stacie was to see her ruined.
Angel took her to the exhibition room. She watched Stacie wander around the tables and stalls, all selling anything and everything associated with sex—pictures, statues, underwear and of course toys. A very large inflatable pink penis wobbled in one corner. Angel looked around in satisfaction at the busy room.
Slowly, Stacie walked around the stalls. Angel watched as she perused the dildos and toys before moving on to the next stall which sold sex oils, liquids, and sauces. She glanced over the adult DVDs and magazines, her face pursed the entire time. She paused at the lingerie stalls, pulling out a few sexy adventurous outfits.
“Hello, Angel.” Angel turned to see Jessica dressed in a figure-hugging scarlet fishtail dress, her breasts bursting out over the top, looking desperate to escape.
“Hello, honey, how’s it going?”
“Fantastic. It’s a fabulous night. The best ever! Isn’t that Dan’s client?” she asked, looking at Stacie.
“Yes it is. I’m just showing her about the place.”
“What does she think?” Jessica said. Angel watched Stacie holding up a sexy peephole outfit, hoping to God that wasn’t for Dan’s benefit.
“Not sure. She doesn’t say much.”
“She’s a gorgeous girl and that dress is stunning. Wow, I bet Dan is finding her hard to let go.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing, just that if I were him I wouldn’t dare let her out of my sight,” Jessica said.
“And why is that?”
“She’s stunning. Is she into lesbian sex?”
“Not Stacie, she’s a man’s girl,” she told her, wondering what Jessica was getting at. “What did you mean about Dan finding her hard to let go?” she asked, staring at Jessica.
“Nothing. Isn’t it an amazing evening,” Jessica said, looking away. Angel frowned at her clear attempt to change the subject.
Angel grew agitated. “Come on, Jessica. What did you mean? That isn’t just something you just come out with. What is it?” she demanded, beginning to panic. Angel stared at Stacie perusing the sexy underwear. Stacie would be coming back soon. She had to know what Jessica knew.
“Look, don’t shoot the messenger. It was just something I heard.”
“What?” Angel snapped back. “What did you hear?”
Jessica’s eyes looked everywhere but at Angel. “I don’t want to get Stacie or Dan into trouble.”
Angel tried to calm her breathing. Her knees became weak and she clutched tightly onto a nearby table. “Jessica, I can’t help them if I don’t know, do I? No one will get in trouble if I can help it. Dan is one of my best workers, and I have nothing against Stacie. We can work it out, whatever it is.”
“Okay.” Jessica took a deep breath. “I heard that Dan is madly in love with her.”
There it was. She knew it. Angel’s mouth went dry and she felt sick to the stomach. Dan was in love with Stacie. Not only that, he had lied to her! “Thank you,” she said to Jessica.
“Is Dan in trouble?”
“No, of course not,” she replied, trying to make her voice come out evenly. She watched Stacie browse her heart and body aching. “Who told you,” she asked, as Jessica was about to move away.
“Mike…he said apparently Dan is crazy for her and that when you told him to get someone else involved in last weekend’s sex lesson, he was anguished, horrified.”
“Thank you,” she said, turning away. She’d heard enough, she didn’t need to torture herself any further. Angel looked back at Stacie. How on earth would she get through the night? She needed Larry to make his move as soon as possible. But if the truth ever got out, Dan would hate her more than anything. She would just have to make sure it never did, that was all. And when Stacie left, Angel would be there to comfort him.
Angel remained at the door, attempting to smile. The pain in her body was horrendous. What did Bitch Stacie have that she didn’t have? Why had Dan not fallen in love with her? Did he feel threatened by her? What was wrong with her? But then, Angel had always made it perfectly clear that work was work and relationship was something of a whole different league. Maybe Dan had never seen her as a potential relationship.
She saw Stacie walking back toward her. “Had a good look?” she said. Stacie nodded. “You know if you want to buy anything, we can put it on your bill? You don’t have to have cash here and now.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t see anything.”
Angel didn’t press the issue and they left the room. Angel led her down to the piano bar. Vanessa was tinkling away in her corner, although the bar was quiet this evening, with most of the guests in the ballroom. Only a handful of people sat around, chatting quietly. Angel got Stacie a glass of white wine and quietly ordered white grape juice for herself, hoping Stacie wouldn’t notice. She would have preferred something stronger, but tonight she had to remain focused. Angel led the way for them to sit down.
“What do you think?” Angel said.
“It’s okay. Great if you’re with a partner and are needing to spice your sex life up.”
“Yes, although we do get some singles coming also, both men and women. How are you finding Dan, you seemed to be controlling him pretty well earlier today,” she asked, wondering what Stacie’s take on the situation was.
Stacie giggled. “Yes. I was being rather dirty, but it was great fun.”
“Good. I must confess, I wouldn’t have thought you so mischievous when we first met. I’m sure you got the result you were looking for,” Angel said, sitting back and sipping her drink, trying not to claw the woman’s eyes out.
“You could say that,” Stacie said taking a sip of her wine.
“Is Desires working out for you as you’d hoped?” Angel asked.
Stacie smiled. “Yes, very much so. I’m feeling much more confident in myself.”
“Fantastic. That’s what it is all about,” Angel said. “So what do you think about Dan?” Angel said. Stacie looked at her, her eyes filling with panic.
“He’s fantastic, an excellent tutor.”
“Treating you well?” Angel asked, wondering if she would slip up. The expression in Stacie’s eyes deepened and Angel could see the anxiety in them
. She watched Stacie hesitate, trying to hide her own anxiety.
“Absolutely, he really is a sexy man.”
“Is he?” Angel said raising her eyebrows, wanting the girl to break.
“Well, I mean he’s sexy in the way he touches and caresses, and he’s good looking.”
“Are you attracted to him?” Angel asked, pouncing, watching Stacie’s eyes for the truth. “I mean I wouldn’t blame you if you were, he’s unique,” Angel added, sipping on her drink, continuing to stare, wanting to intimidate her.
“Only as my tutor,” Stacie said.
Angel was not easily fooled. The girl was bluffing. She needed to act cool if she was to get anything out of her.
“He is sexy though. Adorable, hot, and one of my best men,” Angel said, eyeballing her.
Stacie sipped on her wine and didn’t answer.
“He’s a delight to have at Desires. Girls do have a tendency to fall for him, but I just remind them of a certain piece of paper,” Angel said in a calm voice, staring into her glass before draining the last few drops.
“The contract,” Stacie said.
“Exactly. I mean he isn’t every girl’s dream. Some women prefer men with muscles, but with Dan, you can get over that. Don’t you think, Stacie?” Angel asked, leaning forward, making sure her eye contact was hard and unyielding. Stacie flinched, terror in her eyes.
“I guess,” she said faintly. Angel watched her drain her drink. “I…I just need to go to the toilet.” Stacie got up. So did Angel.
“I’ll walk with you.” Angel felt a tiny bit guilty as they walked. Did Stacie really deserve this treatment? Probably not, but what else could she do. She could not let Stacie walk away with the only man Angel ever desired. She was getting far, far too close, and needed to be stamped on. Whether she deserved it or not was no longer relevant.
Angel only pretended to use the toilet. She couldn’t have Stacie running out on her. She came out of the cubicle seconds after Stacie did. “Well,” Angel said brightly as she washed her hands also. “I’ll let you get back to the ball. Thanks for the chat. It’s been…enlightening.”
Angel headed out of the ladies first, then waited down the corridor until Stacie emerged. She looked ashen and shaken, like she’d seen a ghost. Angel smirked. Revenge was always sweet. Angel followed Stacie back to the hall, hoping she wouldn’t meet up with Dan before Angel had a chance to set Larry onto her. Speaking of Larry, how was she going to find him? He’d promised he wouldn’t go off with anyone, but a promise from that snake wasn’t worth spit. Stacie walked into the hall, the music blasting loud as she opened the door. Angel scuttled up the corridor to sneak in while she would still be near the entrance. As she was jogging through reception, she saw Larry coming back from his room with some girl, looking pleased with himself.
He kissed the girl on the cheek, then smacked her bottom as she grinned at him.
“Where the hell have you been? You said you wouldn’t go off with anyone!” she hissed, beckoning him over.
“Chill, Angel,” he said, looking her up and down lewdly. “Oh baby, baby, you look hot tonight. I could just squeeze those melons till they burst!” He reached out to try to grab her breasts, but she backed away, batting at his hands.
“Listen, Stacie is alone, and she’s just gone in. Come with me!” Angel opened the door to the hall and Larry followed her in. She scanned the room for the white dress. Fortunately for her, less fortunately for Stacie, not many women had chosen to wear white, the symbol of purity.
“Her. In the white dress,” Angel said, pointing discreetly.
“I know. I clocked her earlier with Dan,” he said, walking past her. “You were right, by the way. She is absolutely fuckable. I am really going to enjoy this.”
Angel grabbed his arm. “Text me when you’re finished!”
He just nodded and pulled his arm away.
Angel stayed and watched as Larry positioned himself on the dance floor. She stayed just long enough to notice Stacie notice him, before making herself leave the room. Much as she wanted to watch the plan play out, she couldn’t afford to be anywhere nearby.
Angel jogged to her office to pick up her phone. She had nowhere to keep it in this dress so simply held it in her hand. She wanted to know the instant the deed was done, then headed to reception. She needed to find Dan herself, and make sure he stayed out of the way for at least the last half hour.
“Do you know where Dan went? I need to talk to him?” she asked Bailey.
“I saw him come out of the hall about half an hour ago. I think he said he was going to chill in the men’s dressing room till you came back with Stacie.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Angel headed around the other side club to the dressing room, she knocked quietly, but there was answer. She opened the door, to find it empty.
“Hello?” she called, in case he was in the toilets. No answer. She closed the door again, annoyed. Now she’d have to go and find him.
She went back around the building again, glancing in the rooms as she passed. She went past the doors leading to the gardens and paused. Maybe he went outside for some air. It was a nice evening—chilly, but calm. She opened the door, venturing out onto the patio. She stood at the edge of the lit area, peering out into the dark gardens. There was no sign of movement. She took a few steps out onto the lawn. “Dan?” she called. “Are you out here?”
“Angel?” A shadow emerged from behind a bush.
“Dan?” Angel took a few steps further away from the safety of the lit patio.
“No. Only me!” The shadow lunged and grabbed at her, dragging her further into the grounds. Angel tried to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth. The man, for she still could not see his face, dragged her further down, past the end of the lawn, to the walled gardens. She kicked out at him, but he clamped his hand around her hair. “If you’d rather I dragged you by your hair instead, just keep kicking, Angel-cakes.”
“Ben?” she whispered. “What the hell is going on?”
“What is going on is that I am taking what you so happily give to everyone else,” Ben said, pushing her up against a wall and holding her there with his body. “You whore yourself out to anyone with a dick, and yet you say no to me? Me? Without me you’d be a pathetic little nothing. You owe me, bitch!” He shoved his hand under her dress, snapping her minuscule thong with one yank. He pushed his fingers painfully in her pussy and she yelped. “Dry, is it, Angel? Well that’d be a first. Let’s see if we can help you there.” He spat in his hand and rubbed it over her cunt, then stuck his fingers in again, moving them around inside her. “That’s better, nice and juicy. Hold still, you never know—you might actually like it.”
“Help me! Help!” she screamed, terror roughening her voice. Ben clamped his hand around her neck, tightening it until she felt she could barely breathe.
“None of that, sweetheart, or I may have to hurt you. I’d really rather not mark that pretty face of yours. People might ask questions.”
He unfastened his fly, pulling out his cock.
“Why don’t you touch it, Angel? You used to love touching it.” He grabbed her hand and forced it down. Angel nearly retched as she touched him. He nuzzled into her neck and shoulder. How strong was he? How could he possibly hold her in place with just his body? Angel had no idea she was so physically weak. It didn’t matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t get away. He yanked up her skirt and she felt his cock touch her pussy. She closed her eyes, resigned. How bad could it be? After all, she’d slept with men she didn’t want to before.
Then, the pressure was gone. Ben’s body jerked away from hers and she heard the sound of a punch being thrown. Her eyes snapped open. Ben lay sprawled on the floor, his face bleeding. Standing over him was…
“Oh God, Dan!” Angel wept, stumbling toward him and throwing herself at him. “Oh Dan, thank God you were here,” she sobbed. “He was going to…”
“I know what he was going to do. I heard you screa
m from the patio.”
Dan held her quite motionlessly, she noticed. He wasn’t hugging her, or patting her, or stroking her, simply holding her.
“You bitch,” Ben spluttered, trying to get up. “I’m going to—”
“The only thing you’re going to do is leave,” Dan said, letting Angel go and turning to face Ben as he squared up to him.
“And who’s going to make me? You?”
“If necessary. But the security guards at the club will help, I’m sure, if you kick up a fuss. It would probably be better for you if you didn’t,” Dan told him, his voice calm.
Ben glared at him, clearly weighing up his options.
“Fine. Whatever. She’s not fucking worth it anyway. Just a fucking whore like all the rest.”
Ben stomped away. Dan followed. Angel scooped up her phone from where she’d dropped it when Ben grabbed her, then hurried after them.
Dan followed Ben all the way to reception. Bailey stared at the spectacle of a bloodied Ben, a furious Dan and a dishevelled Angel.
“Angel’s had a bit of a time,” Dan said to Bailey without missing a step. “See to her, will you? Oh, and don’t let this one back in again. He’s barred. Permanently.”
Bailey nodded and turned her attention to Angel who stood and watched as Dan escorted Ben to the front door and kicked him out.
“Angel? What happened?”
Angel turned back to Bailey. “Oh, nothing. I’ll be okay. I’m just popping down to the powder room to clean up. I’ll be back soon.” Angel heard her own nonchalant voice as if from a distance. She turned her steps toward the powder room. It wasn't until she stood at the mirror and stared at her own reflection, pale with smudges of dirt on her face, and bits of twig in her hair, that she started to shake.
Mechanically, she cleaned up her face. The only thing on her mind was Stacie. Stacie who, somewhere, was being treated like a whore, probably being virtually raped by Larry. Disgusting, sick, perverted Larry, who Angel had set upon her. Stacie, whose only crime was to be beautiful and to have made Dan fall in love with her. Stacie. Sweet, innocent, naïve Stacie, who had already survived an abusive relationship, who had come to Angel trusting that she was going to help her, but instead, she had set her up to be raped again. Angel had never been raped. Sure, she’d had sex with men she particularly didn’t want to, but she had chosen that. Being violated when you have no choice in the matter was different. And now, now, she finally realized exactly what she had done. What kind of person was she, to do that to another woman? No had always meant no, even here. Angel retched, and vomited into the sink. She ran water into the sink, rinsing out her mouth quickly and drying her face before running out of the powder room with one thought. She had to find Stacie.
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