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  TOUCHING ANGEL’S DESIRES

  Holly J Gill

  Nikki Blaise

  Erotic Romance

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  Dedication

  Thank you to my wonderful husband Nigel and my three fantastic children, Rhys, Victoria and Alisha for allowing me to write.

  Thank you to my dear friends, Sonia and Donna, for believing in me and prompting me to fulfil my dream when there were dark days. Your support has been wonderful.

  And a special thank you to Nikki Blaise for being a fantastic co-author and Julie Reilly, my fabulous editor.

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  TOUCHING ANGEL’S DESIRES

  Holly J. Gill

  Nikki Blaise

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Angel stabbed her code into the pad next to the intercom. She sailed through the foyer, not noticing the pictures on the walls or the tasteful décor.

  Bailey and Shannon were working reception tonight.

  “Good evening, girls,” she said to them, keeping her voice low as Bailey was talking on the phone.

  “Good evening, Angel,” Shannon replied. Bailey caught her eye and acknowledged her greeting.

  “Any issues I need to be aware of?” she continued to Shannon in the same low tone.

  “Nothing major. I’ve forwarded a couple of emails to you that need your personal attention, but nothing else,” Shannon replied.

  Angel nodded once and headed to her office. She needed to get her work head on. The day had been spent shopping. Well, she had planned on spending the day shopping, but in the end had come home empty-handed. Nothing had captured her eye with that “I want that” feeling to it.

  Angel entered her office then walked through to the adjoining flat. She had lived at Desires for the last four years since taking over the business from her mother, who offered it to her when she was no longer able to work. Angel accepted the role, not without a little trepidation, but determined she would do her best. Now, Desires was her life. She loved the managerial role, ordering people about, giving commands. Angel gave her all to Desires, and expected her employees to also, accepting no excuses for slack or shoddy work.

  Angel loved Desires, loved what it offered to people whose sexual tastes were on the outside of the accepted norm. It was a place where anyone’s sexual fantasies could be lived out, where people could experiment in a safe environment, knowing that they wouldn’t be judged or made to feel bad for what they wanted. Provided it was consensual, anything went.

  Angel was careful to ensure that the clients got the best for their money, whether they were regulars or not. Given the not inexpensive rates Angel charged for the club’s services, satisfaction was vital. Keeping the customer happy was paramount—Angel wanted them to enjoy their experiences. And if they enjoyed themselves, the customer would
come back time and time again. Complaints were not accepted. Angel expected perfection. Sometimes a customer would be unhappy with the entire ethos behind Desires. In those cases, there was no hope. There were always a few who came out of curiosity and were shocked at what they found. That couldn’t be helped. Her mother once said that those kinds of people would probably go to see a horror movie and then complain because it was scary.

  She made her way to her bedroom, pulling off the comfortable jogging pants and top she had worn to go shopping. She pulled out a pinstriped skirt suit from her wardrobe and laid it out on the bed. She pinned up her long dark hair high on top of her head and sat at the dressing table naked, cleaning the day’s neutral makeup off her face and applying the evening face. Once finished, she put on her underwear, all black, complete with a suspender belt and stockings. She thought for a second, then removed the thong, dropping it on the bed. It never hurt to be ready for action. She pulled on the pencil skirt and decided to forgo a blouse tonight. The jacket fastened just high enough to cover her push-up bra, but low enough to reveal a very impressive cleavage.

  She dug out a pair of tall black platform heels and put them on, then stood in front of her full-length mirror, liking what she saw. She gazed at her chest and pushed her boobs together. She knew she was sexy and it felt good. Who would be playing with these babies tonight? She began to caress herself, liking the softness.

  She let down her hair and brushed it into a shimmering sheet, then pulled back the top section and clipped it back out of her face. She picked up the severe black fashion glasses that she affected for a more executive look and put them on. She rolled her tongue over her luscious red lips, checking her figure in the mirror again. She turned around to admire her rear—her bottom looked perked and sexy. She turned back around, and gazed at her cleavage again. She picked up a chunky pendant and hung it around her neck. It settled just where the swell of her breasts began, drawing the eye downward, making sure no one missed the fact that she had fabulous breasts. She nodded with satisfaction and made her way back to her office.

  She sat at her large oak desk, feeling swallowed in the leather swirl chair. She switched on the laptop and stared around the familiar room while she waited for it to load.

  Angel glanced at her bookshelves to her right. When she’d first started running the club, she had gone out and bought every book she could find on sex, from basic anatomy to the most bizarre fetishes. She wanted to make sure Desires would be able to meet any customer’s expectations. Even though she’d considered herself fairly open-minded, there were some fetishes out there even she’d never heard of. They had to draw the line at anything illegal, but if it was legal, she was determined to make sure that Desires could accommodate any request. The erotica figurines that accompanied the books on the shelves were her own collection, indicating her personality, gothic and sexy.

  The laptop was still loading. Maybe it was time the club bought a new one. Angel tapped her nails on the desk. Instead of waiting to check the bookings and mails, she decided to head back to reception. That was where the heart of the building was, where she could see what was happening, see if she had missed anything before heading out earlier.

  She tiptoed back down the corridor, approaching the girls from behind. Although Bailey and Shannon were pretty reliable, sometimes she liked to watch them without them knowing, just to make sure they were on the job.

  Shannon was talking on the phone and Bailey was on the computer. Angel could see the booking software on the screen. All was well. She tiptoed a few metres back in the direction of her office, then walked normally back to reception, her footsteps sounding sharply on the ancient wooden flooring.

  “Anything happening?” Angel asked, leaning on her elbows on the raised desk.

  “No, not really, just a few more bookings,” Bailey answered.

  “Lovely, anything for me to take care of?”

  Shannon finished on the phone and replaced the receiver. “We do actually have an interesting woman coming in later. Stacie Clifford, it’s her first time here. She’s looking for a confidence boost. She emailed earlier in the week and we sent her all the relevant information. She has emailed back and would like to give us a try.”

  “What time is she due?”

  “About seven thirty.”

  “What information do we have on her?”

  Shannon brought up the email. “She says she was in a violent marriage, and since she left her husband, she hasn’t been interested in sex. Now she’s decided she needs some help rediscovering herself.”

  “Sounds like she needs a few lessons.”

  “That was what I thought,” Shannon said. The phone rang and she answered it, making an apologetic face at Angel.

  Angel waved it away. There was certainly no apology needed for doing her job. She turned to Bailey. “Is Dan in the building?”

  “No, not that I am aware of—he hasn’t signed in yet,” Bailey replied.

  “Can you text me when he does?”

  “Of course.”

  Angel decided to wander the building and check all the rooms were being well prepared for tonight’s activities.

  She walked through the double doors into the soul of the establishment. Angel wandered down the corridor, checking in each room. Friday and Saturday nights were always the busiest nights—singles chilling and relaxing after a week of work, couples leaving their kids with babysitters while they indulged themselves. Angel enjoyed seeing people satisfied and getting exactly what they needed—pleasure and excitement. The name of the club said it all—Desires. A name that stood by itself and told its own story, and if only the walls could talk…the tales they would tell!

  Angel headed to the show room. The pole was up and the tables and chairs arranged. The showgirl, Jasmine, appeared, bronzed and naked but for a tiny jewelled thong and jewelled nipple covers. Angel gave her a few pointers for the evening, not that this girl needed any advice. She always gave an amazing performance. She was fabulously sexy and also a talented dancer. She’d also been sacked from her last dance club for repeatedly flouting the ‘no touching’ rule, which made her perfect for Desires, where touching was practically compulsory. She began to warm up, her breasts swinging as she did her stretches.

  Her workers were brilliant, only a few had ever given her problems, Angel reflected as she moved back out into the corridor. The majority of the employees worked an ordinary job during the week, their extra work at Desires being a very lucrative sideline. Some worked evenings and others just the weekends, depending on when they were available. They all enjoyed their work and got paid very well. Her staff ranged from barely eighteen, to her eldest at sixty-five. Her clients were similarly wide-ranging.

  She went downstairs to the dungeons where the instruments were being cleaned and polished. The bed with its shackles and a neck brace attached, the stool spanker, the punishment bench, a cast iron cage hanging from the ceiling, a sex swing, restraints attached all over the bricked walls—they all needed to be cleaned after every session. There was nothing more off-putting than coming across the residue of someone else’s activities. The normally dim lights were turned up bright so the cleaners could see what they were doing. The room looked different. The usual flickering candle-effect lighting gave a glum, dark, cold feel, creating a medieval atmosphere which was more suitable to accompany pain or torture. The far wall was adorned with bondage equipment, whips, paddles, handcuffs, chastity belts for him and her, and ropes in all different colours.

  Angel walked over to the cabinet which contained the dildos, nipple accessories, gags, chains, feathers and bondage clothing including masks. She ran her finger over the topmost glass shelf. Angel turned to look at the watching cleaners before staring at her finger. It was immaculate. Angel gazed at the girls, seeing them staring anxiously waiting her verdict.

  “Has everything been sterilized?” she snapped.

  “Yes, Angel,” the younger one replied.

  Angel felt perfectly happy wi
th the cleanliness of the room. She smiled at them, pleased. The girls looked relieved and breathed. She continued through the room into the adjoining cell. The tiny cold room was dirty and disgusting…perfect.

  Angel left the girls to continue their work. She headed back upstairs to the orgy room. The giant inflatable mattress was back in place, having been quickly repaired today after one girl ignored the ‘no shoes’ rule and punctured it with her high heel last night. Soft music piped through the speakers. The girls were busy laying down red sheets on the mattress and scattering the cushions. Angel narrowed her eyes when she saw a large stain on one of the laid sheets.

  “What is this?” Angel yelled. One of the girls raced over to Angel as she stood pointing down at the offending sheet in disgust. “Get it changed immediately, and make sure I never see anything like that again,” Angel commanded the girl. The girl gathered up the sheet and bundled it up, scurrying away out of the door. Angel continued checking the room with a sharper eye this time. Nothing like that was to be accepted. She lifted up every cushion and found another stain on another sheet in a corner. “What the hell is going on in here? Come here,” she said to the other girl. The girl, white-faced, was traipsing over with her arms still full of sheets when Angel’s phone vibrated. She pulled it out. It was a text from Shannon informing her that Dan had entered the building. The first girl came back with a clean sheet in her arms. Angel beckoned her over and stood staring down at them.

  “This is not acceptable!” she said. “You can’t cut corners. All the sheets need to be washed every single day. You can’t just hide stains under cushions and hope they won’t be noticed. It’s unhygienic. If I find anything like this again, you’ll be finding another job, is that understood?” The girls lowered their heads in shame. “I am going to be back later to check this room, is that understood?” They both nodded in reply, their heads bobbing nervously.