Desires (9 page)

Stacie didn’t expect Dan to drop to one knee, but a little
bit of something back would be nice.

“I will leave you to your bath,” he said, turning at the
door, his face unreadable.

She didn’t wish to answer him. She felt cheap, tacky and
slutty. However, she had signed the contract for “no emotional feelings”. Dan was
just doing his job. It wasn't his fault if she had developed feelings for him.
But the realisation that he had no feelings for her whatsoever made her feel
ten times worse.

Dan exited the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind
him.

Stacie curled up in a ball, not feeling too good about herself.
She was supposed to be here to build up her confidence. Instead, she felt like
a stripper. Even Graham had never made her feel like that.

Stacie knew she was taking it all too much to heart. She’d
had no idea what to expect from Desires. Maybe she had taken on far too much,
and got too involved.

She climbed out the bath, switching on the main light
and blowing out the candles. She had a quick shower, rinsing off the bubbles
and trying to scrub away her shame. What would the next lesson entail? Did she
want there to be a next lesson? Maybe she should just cut her losses and go
home.

Robed and towel-turbaned, Stacie headed back into the
main room. There was no sign of Dan. As he’d promised, he had left her to it. She
sat down at the dresser to dry her long brown hair, considering her next move.
She straightened her hair, re-applied her makeup then sprayed her body in her
favourite perfume.

She put on the other lingerie set she had bought. The
bra was a powerful push and plunge one. Her boobs were already a good size, but
a little help never hurt. The matching knickers were French style, all in lace.
On went her grey straight-legged jeans with a roll neck, deep red sweater that
clung to her slender figure and had the added benefit of making her breasts look
bigger.

Stacie was finishing off the final touches when the door
opened. Reflected in the mirror, she saw Dan enter.

“How was the bath?”

“I ended up in the shower,” she told him bluntly.

He paused, looking at her reflection keenly. “Is
everything all right?” he said, walking behind her to sit on the edge of the
bed.

“Everything’s fine.”

“You sound annoyed.”

Stacie didn’t bother replying.

“What would you like to do next?” he asked cautiously,
while she touched up her lip gloss.

“I quite fancy getting out for a little air.”

“We can take a walk around the grounds,” he said, standing
up easily. She watched him, trying to keep hold of her annoyance, and wishing
she didn’t find him so damned attractive.

Stacie stood up and put on her boots and coat, while Dan
waited at the door for her. They headed out and Dan closed the door behind her.
They walked down the corridor toward the staircase. As they arrived at the top,
Stacie looked ahead seeing the dimly-lit corridor continue on.

“What’s down there?”

“Just more rooms,” he said.

She glanced back at Dan, seeing him starting down the lavish
staircase.

Dan acknowledged both the receptionists. The younger of
the girls, her breasts bulging out of the top of her tight blouse, stood up as
they approached. She winked at Dan and he walked over to her, kissing her on
the cheek. Stacie felt acid jealousy swirl in her guts. She wanted to say
something, but how could she? He wasn’t hers.

She stood waiting for him as he had a quiet word with
the receptionist. Stacie turned her head away, hating the fact she was green-eyed.
She saw the corridor that led down to the left where Angel’s office was,
noticing a large wooden door to the right with a huge handle. A little further
around there was another area with seats and two massive double doors in solid
dark wood.

“Coming, Stacie?” She heard Dan’s voice and then,
wearing a long leather coat, he walked past her to the double doors on the
right and opened them. He waved to the receptionist. Stacie scowled, turning
her head to look at the girl, who positively glowed, a happy smile splitting
her face.

Through the door was another long corridor, lined with silver
Louis chairs upholstered in cream. The walls were adorned with cream flowered
wallpaper, and hung with large pictures of flowers and leaves. Like the
corridors upstairs, many unmarked doors led off.

They turned left at the end of the corridor to see yet
another stretching before her. This one had small tables dotted at intervals,
bearing bowls of fresh flowers. The house truly was stunning. Dan opened another
set of double doors at the end of this corridor, which opened out onto the
garden.

Chapter Three

Stacie stepped out, the winter air hitting her. To her
left was an impressive conservatory. Through the windows, she could see a black
grand piano sitting in the centre, the walls lined with chairs shaped like
musical notes. At the far side of the conservatory there was a bar.

Outside there was a weed-free block-paved patio with silver
tables and chairs punctuated by outdoor heaters, and yet another building
beyond that. She was surprised at how extensive the club was. It was far larger
than it had appeared from the front.

They walked between the conservatory and the other
building into a large garden. Mature trees rattled their naked branches, and the
garden was well-stocked with a variety of bushes and conifers.

Dan walked ahead, then stopped and waited for her to
catch up as she stared around her. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just being nosy.” She shook her head at the sheer
opulence.

“It is stunning, isn’t it? It has just recently been
decorated. Angel has spent a fortune on it, but the place is doing well, so why
not?”

They continued to walk deeper into the garden—everything
looked gloomy and dismal. Winter truly held sway here. The cold air bit at her
nose. Stacie wished she had brought her gloves and a scarf, not just her coat.
She tagged a little behind Dan, following him through the grounds. Her thoughts
turned back to the receptionist.
Has he
slept with those girls?
She found it hard to understand her own anger. They
were colleagues after all. Maybe they were just good friends.
Why do I find that hard to believe?

She walked down the pathways, inhaling the winter-cold
air, wondering what she would be doing if she were at home? Probably working or
doing housework, cooking for one and being miserable. Instead she was at
Desires getting herself jealous, and following a very attractive young man
around a miserable, dull, cold garden.

Dan led her across the lawn to what appeared to be an
unbroken hedge. But, as they approached, she saw it was an optical illusion.
One hedge overlapped another behind it, creating the appearance of an
impenetrable barrier, but in actual fact, there was a narrow gap which led to a
secret garden, walled, with bushes and conifers hiding it from onlookers. A few
sheds and outhouses lined the pathways. Dan led her to a sheltered wooden
arbour where they sat down.

“You okay?” he said.

“I’m just thinking how beautiful this place is.”

“It looks stunning in the spring and summer,” he said, leaning
back in the seat next to her and taking a deep lungful of the fresh air. She
could smell his scent. It intoxicated her. She wanted to snuggle up next to
him, but she knew he would not welcome it.

They sat in silence. Stacie hated it, wishing she could
find out more about him, but she knew she would be wasting her breath.

What should she do? She knew the sensible option was to
leave Desires and never come back. Dan would never give her what she wanted.
Her feelings for him would never be reciprocated. He was doing his job, that
was all. But then, when she had almost decided to leave, the thought of never
seeing Dan again sent her into a blind panic. She wanted him, no, she needed
him—not only emotionally, but practically. She still needed what she had come
here in the first place for, to gain confidence in herself sexually. Wasn’t it
better to learn from Dan, who understood her needs? Whilst leaving Graham had
been a big decision, all that Stacie had really needed was to wake up and smell
the coffee, but Dan…he was something else, inexplicable.

Her mind wandered in circles, not knowing which
direction to take. She admitted to herself she had enjoyed the sessions so far
and she was desperate for him to take the next step, for him to be intimate
with her. Couldn’t she separate the physical from the emotional? Men seemed to
do it easily, and even some women.

She turned her head to look at Dan, to find him staring
at her. Stacie smiled, he responded likewise.

She was about to speak, when she heard a loud moaning
sound of pleasure. She turned toward the direction of the sound. A woman was
leaning up against one of the large trees in the garden, her legs spread and
her skirt lifted to her waist. A man was on his knees in front of her, licking
her pussy. Shocked, Stacie instantly looked away. She glanced at Dan to see his
reaction. He merely raised his eyebrows and smiled an inscrutable smile. Curiosity
got the better of her and she looked back. As the woman’s moans got louder,
Stacie felt guilty for seeing and hearing them, unsure where to look.

She was horrified to find herself beginning to be turned
on by the display. She clenched her inner muscles and felt the familiar
trembles begin, but mixed with the arousal was revulsion that they were having sex
in broad daylight without caring that anyone could see them, or hear them. She
watched the couple swap places. The woman knelt down and pulled his penis from
his trousers, sucking it with obvious eagerness.

Stacie struggled to handle what she was witnessing, along
with her reaction to it. She looked away, disgusted with them and with herself.
When she looked to her right she saw another woman heading their way wearing a
PVC mini-dress and black thigh boots, and following behind her was a naked man
on his hands and knees, collared and leashed, the woman holding the other end
of the lead. Stacie could hardly believe what she was seeing. They came closer and
Stacie could see the man’s shrivelled penis and balls dangling as he crawled.

As they approached, the woman stopped. Stacie didn’t
know where to put her eyes. “Sit!” the woman ordered the man.

He responded instantly, sitting back on his knees, his
genitals dangling. Stacie felt sick. She wanted to stand up and walk away, but
instead turned her head to look at Dan.
What
the hell am I letting myself in for? That’s humiliating, embarrassing and just
horrid.

The woman took a seat alongside Dan. They exchanged a
few words, but Stacie didn’t pay much attention to the conversation. She was trying
her hardest not to stare at the man’s genitals. They weren't attractive, and he
looked frozen.

“Come on,” the woman commanded, standing and jerking on
the lead.

The pair left. Stacie couldn’t help staring at the man’s
bottom as he crawled away. The two white hairy globes bobbed up and down, his
balls and penis dangling beneath them. She shuddered. Stacie was relieved when
they had gone. Even the other couple, now having full sex by the fence, seemed
tame by comparison.

“That was disgusting,” Stacie commented, shaking her
head as she sat back in her seat.

“That’s what he has requested.”

She turned her head to gape at him. “You have got to be
joking.”

“No…that’s what he’s paying for.”

She gazed where they had disappeared.

“Why would anyone pay for that? Why would anyone even want
that treatment?”

“It’s a fetish. He enjoys that kind of behaviour. He wants
to be treated in that manner. Some people like the vulnerability of someone
else being in full control.”

Stacie couldn’t see it and didn’t want to even
understand it. “Is that the kind of thing that goes on here?”

“Depends what you want. Everyone has different needs. His
is to be treated like a dog. She is clearly his Mistress.”

“Don’t you find that strange?” she needed to ask.

“Personally? Yes, very. But that’s what he has requested.”

“Have you had any strange things like that?”

“No, not quite like that.”

“Would you do that?”

“Of course, if he or someone else requested it.”

Stacie looked at him, shocked. It was hard enough just
to try to get her head around the whole scenario. But for Dan to say he would
give that kind of session…she just shook her head. And she thought she was strange
for coming to the club just wanting to be taught how to have sex. Now she felt her
request was almost normal.

“What kind of strange things have you done?” she asked
him, bracing herself for whatever bizarre answer he might give.

“Well, I’ve had an old woman request that I masturbate
in front of her.”

Stacie felt suddenly sick, wishing she hadn’t asked.
“Stop, I don’t want to hear any more.”