Touching Angel's Desires (4 page)

Angel continued more briskly. “Now, on a different note, everyone
likes different things sexually and what works for one person may not work for
another. If there is anything, and I mean anything, you are not happy with
please say and it will be stopped instantly. You’re not here to be unhappy or
feel as if you have to do anything. Your happiness and satisfaction is
paramount to us. Let Desires bring back your life, fun, love and enjoyment of
being who you are. It’s Stacie-time now.”

Angel reached in her top desk drawer. “Here is our contract,” she
said, taking out a copy of the contract and a price list and pushing them across
the desk toward Stacie. Stacie stood up and moved forward to take them from
her, glancing over the paper as Angel continued speaking. She picked up the
half glass of wine from the table and stood at the desk, scrutinising the
contract.

“You’ll note the clause stating no emotional involvement with your
tutor or tutors. This is strictly forbidden. They are here to teach you only.
You sign here…” Angel said, pointing on the contract where to sign. Angel
watched her glance over the contract, and then sit back down on the sofa,
sipping her wine.

“The prices are listed on the second sheet. You can decide whether
to book a whole course in one go, or book individual sessions. There is a
discount for block bookings, but I expect you’ll want to see how it goes first
of all. See how you feel later once you’ve met your tutor. I have put on your
sheet that you need to start from scratch, which includes masturbation. Is that
okay with you?” Angel asked staring hard at Stacie, who nodded.

“It also states there will be no secret meetings with any of your
tutors. Anything said outside could lead to court action. Payment is either up
front or you can set up an account, which one of the girls can take you through
later if you prefer. All equipment and all relevant instruments must be left on
these premises unless you have permission from your tutor to have them. All
items need to be signed out. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Totally.”

Angel stood up looking down at Stacie, struck again by how beautiful
the woman was. She hoped to dear God she had not just made the biggest mistake
of her life. “I’ll just let you have a look through those. I’ll be back in a
moment.”

She left the room. Her heart ached—she felt positively sick to the
core. She needed to see Dan. She headed to the reception area which was now filled
with clients old and new, buzzing with excitement. Angel took her time greeting
her guests, hoping to delay Stacie even more. She made her way through the
crowd, planting kisses on cheeks here, accepting a friendly bottom pinch there.
One cheeky chap even grabbed her from behind, placing his hands firmly over her
boobs. Normally she revelled in this kind of attention, but tonight she wasn’t
in the mood. She turned with a smile anyway, walking her fingers down his
chest, then gently pushing him away from her.

“Sorry, sweetheart, got business to attend to. Maybe later.”

She turned away from his disappointed face and walked slowly up the
staircase, her heart thudding. Angel arrived at the top of the stairs. Was it too
late to quickly change Stacie’s tutor. From her attitude, the woman might need
many sessions. The whole thought worried her. But then, if Stacie was the type
of woman she thought she was, she’d probably be so horrified by what she saw at
Desires, she wouldn’t last more than one day.

She approached room twenty-two. She stopped and drew in a deep
breath. She
ached
like never before, wondering if
there was another way around the situation. She had never minded sharing Dan
with clients before. Why was this woman so different? Not acknowledging the answer
that lurked in her mind, Angel knocked on the door.

It opened and her pussy fluttered seeing him standing there looking
so divine. Without wasting a second, she walked in the room and grabbed him,
kissing him firmly on the lips. She pressed her hand on the back of his neck, drawing
him closer. Angel lost herself in the moment, inhaling his scent, the Lynx Dark
Temptation body spray he preferred that smelled of chocolate and spices. She let
her fingers drop to his crotch and brush his cock before reluctantly releasing
him.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re an amazing kisser?” Dan raised an
eyebrow and took a step back, that unreadable look on his face again. “Anyway, I
am here on business,” she continued, slightly nonplussed. “I have interviewed
your new client. She is very beautiful, so you shouldn’t have any problems in
that department. She is very self-conscious, abusive husband, made to feel
shitty
yada
yada
. She
needs to go right back to the start, getting to know her body. This one needs
plenty of help so try to get a good few sessions out of her. Here is her
clipboard.”

“Thanks,” he replied, taking the clipboard from her and walking the
few steps to the bed. He perched on the edge, scanning the pages. Angel walked
back to him and leaned over, lifting up his chin. When he looked up from the
clipboard, she grabbed the back of his head and pressed her lips against his.
She dipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting him while filling her hand with his
cock through his jeans. She used her teeth to grip his lip and pull lightly.

“I want you later.”

“Do you?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

“Yes…and I will have you,” she told him, staring deeply into his
gorgeous brown eyes.

Angel reluctantly left the room. Dan was divine, twenty-three years
old, his dark hair medium cut and a little curly, his sexy brown eyes
glimmering with warmth. He was six foot tall, not overly muscular, but tight
and taut. Angel usually preferred men with muscle, but Dan was something else. He
was special in his own way.

Angel arrived back at the office, feeling a little more centred
having seen Dan. A piece of paper lay on her desk. She glanced down at it. It
was Stacie’s signed contract. She smiled. She sat in her leather chair, feeling
the pit of her stomach aching when she looked again at the fragile beauty of
the woman.

“Welcome to the Desires family. I’m so happy to have you with us.
Okay. I’ll talk to you briefly about what you will encounter and then I’ll
assign you your tutor. Firstly, you need help and guidance with understanding
your body sexually and finding your way around it. You will learn your own
likes and dislikes, how your body works, your turn-ons and turn-offs and, most
importantly, your tutor will help you gain confidence. Each time you achieve a
goal, you and your tutor will have a meeting and together you will make the
decision on the next stage.”

Stacey just nodded.

“If there’s anything you feel unsure about, just tell your tutor and
he will advise or talk you through anything you don’t understand. Any
questions?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“Well if you think of anything please do not hesitate to ask either
myself or your tutor—”

As Angel was speaking, Stacie burst out a question. “Will I be
treated like a whore?”

“Absolutely not.” Angel smiled inwardly, thinking of a certain other
rather popular female member of Desires who loved to be treated exactly that
way. “Well, not unless you want to be.”

“Want to be! Why would anyone want that?”

No, Stacie would never want
that
, Angel mused.
Far too Little Miss Prissy
. “As I said, everyone likes different
things. But, from what you’ve said, that’s not your thing. Your tutor will look
after you through your journey here at Desires and make sure you get the best
treatment,” Angel reassured her.

“What if I don’t like my tutor?”

“You will, trust me. But if you don’t, I’ll assign you someone else.”
Please feel free to hate him.
She opened the second desk drawer and
grabbed a leaflet from a pile of identical leaflets. “Here’s an information
booklet I need you to read.” She passed it to Stacie. “It’s just some
information about the building and where the fire escapes are, that sort of
thing. Health and safety, you know. I’ll leave you for a few minutes while I
talk to your tutor. I will give him your details and make sure the room is ready,”
Angel said. She stood up and headed for the door, pausing to give Stacie a
reassuring smile before leaving the room.

Angel stood outside the office door, unable to breathe, struggling
with Stacie’s beauty. Maybe she should change her tutor. But Dan had her
information now, no doubt was planning the best ways to help her. Her mouth was
dry. She raced down the corridor to reception. She headed to the back office,
filling a paper cup from the water cooler and gulping it down.

“You okay, Angel?” Bailey asked, popping her head round the door.

“I’m fine…just…um…dry-mouthed…too much talking,” she said, smiling
tremulously at Bailey.

She inhaled a deep breath and decided she had to confront Stacie,
trying to think about the money and not who her tutor was.

Angel strode down the corridor and re-entered the office. Stacie
glanced at her and she stood tall, trying to find that inner poise that usually
came so naturally.

“I’ve met with your tutor,” she said, resting her curvaceous bottom
on the edge of her desk. She saw Stacie’s expression change, her eyes widening
with apprehension. “He’s twenty-three years old and called Dan.” Stacie frowned
a little.
“Is there a problem?” Angel
said, hoping there was.

“Don’t you think he’s too young?” Oh boy. Now was the perfect time
to agree, take Dan off her, find her someone older. But the club needed
Stacie’s money, and none of the other guys had the sensitivity Stacie needed.

“No, not at all. He’s exactly what you need. Dan’s not your typical
young immature man. If you have a problem with him, I will select someone else.
But I wouldn’t worry. Dan is perfect for you. Trust me,” she said, grinding the
words out through her teeth. Stacie still didn’t look convinced. Time to get it
over with. “Are you ready to meet him?” Angel said, standing up and walking
toward the door.

“I guess.”

“You don’t sound keen.” Angel turned back.

“Sorry…I’m just concerned.”

“Don’t worry. If you don’t like Dan, I can assign you someone else,
or you can just leave. I won’t tie you down. Unless you want me to.” Angel had
a sudden vision of Stacie tied up in the dungeons, being whipped till she bled.
She waggled her eyebrows and Stacie smiled.

Angel watched Stacie inhale a deep anxious breath. Angel held the
door open for her and the two women left the office.

She arrived at the reception area and smiled at both the girls.
Angel felt apprehension fill her as they continued the journey onto the first
level. They arrived to the top of the stairs and Angel checked Stacie was
behind her, although she wouldn’t have cared if Stacie had turned tail and fled.
But, no, she was still there. They made their way down the corridor. Angel saw Stacie
looking at the walls on which hung explicit pictures highlighted with small
wall lights. There were no other lights in the corridor, so the effect was warm
and calming. Halfway down the corridor was one of Angel’s favourite pieces
she’d had shipped from Hong Kong. It was a white marble-effect statue of a
couple embracing. The man’s hands caressed the woman’s breasts. One of her
hands surrounded his impressive cock while the other was twined round his neck.
Angel saw Stacie’s neck crane as she stared at it while walking.

Angel carried on walking to Dan’s room. She stopped at the door and
closed her eyes, trying to muster up the courage to open the door.
Come on, you can do this
, she told
herself, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She was jerked out of her
thoughts when Stacie collided into her.

“You, okay?” Angel asked, trying not to show her annoyance.

“Sorry, just admiring the artwork.” Stacie flushed a little.

“No problem. Are you ready?”

“I guess so,” Stacie said. She looked terrified.

Angel opened the door and called out his name. “Dan.”

“Hello,” Angel heard him reply. She took a step into the room and
saw him coming from the bathroom. A smile illuminated his face and he raised
his eyebrows as if in inquiry.

“Dan, I would like you to meet your new client, Stacie,” Angel said.
She opened the door wide enough for Stacie to come in. However, she just stood in
the doorway, as if struck immobile, staring into the room. Dan turned his
attention to the new arrival. Angel did not miss the appreciative look on his
face as he took Stacie in and smiled at her.

Angel turned round to see Stacie smiling weakly back at him, her
eyes huge.

Angel continued the introduction. “Stacie, this is Dan, your tutor.
I think you’ll be happy but, if you have any concerns, you know where I am.”

Stacie took a tiny step across the threshold, holding her head low.

Angel looked at Dan, looking at Stacie. Her heart hurt. Unable to
bear thinking about what was about to happen, she left the room without another
word, shutting the door behind her. Every limb ached. She inhaled a deep
breath, closing her eyes tight, aware that somehow she needed to remain focused
on the club, her empire.