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  Angel stalked out and rushed down the corridor. She arrived back to the double doors and stopped for a second to catch her breath. She inhaled deeply several times to calm her heartbeat, then opened the doors and entered the reception area. Her stomach lurched when she saw Dan standing at the desk chatting to Shannon and Bailey.

  “Dan,” she said in greeting, affecting a surprised tone of voice. It would never do to let him know how keen she was to see him. A smile stretched her face and she made her way toward him.

  She watched him turn his head around to look in her direction. “Hi,” he said with a smile. “How is everything?”

  “Good,” she replied. “Could I see you in my office for a few minutes?”

  Dan did not reply, but followed her down the corridor toward her office.

  They arrived at the door of her office. Angel turned to look at him as she opened the door. His face was as calm and passive as ever. Not for the first time she wondered how he really felt. He never gave anything away, kept his heart close. She opened the door and went in. Dan followed her and closed the door behind them. Angel watched Dan take a seat on the leather sofa. He sank back, placing his right foot onto his left knee. She let her eyes wander over his tight body, dressed in black jeans and an open-necked purple shirt. His dark hair curled slightly at the neckline.

  Angel walked calmly to the front of her desk, perching her bottom on the edge. His eyes captivated her—her heart raced. She licked her lips seductively as he watched her.

  Aroused, she opened her legs as far as the tight pencil skirt would allow her. Angel watched him watch her, his gaze flicking down to her naked pussy.

  “What can I help you with?” he asked, looking back at her eyes.

  “Oh, you know, the usual.”

  “Client?”

  “No, me,” she told him, hitching up her skirt to her hips. She sat her bottom fully on the desk and leaned her weight back on her hands, widening her thighs, her pussy on full show to him. “Lick it,” she commanded him.

  Dan stood up. He walked toward her and stared down at where she sat wantonly on the desk, then licked his lips and knelt before her. Angel clenched her muscles in preparation for his touch. She slapped her pussy impatiently, wanting him immediately.

  She felt Dan’s fingers widen her labia, and then he inserted them in her slick pussy. Angel cried out, dropping her head backward as his thumb traced over her clitoris. She shuffled her bottom backward and brought her feet up to the desk, widening her thighs still further and riding Dan’s fingers. Her body erupting, she could hear her juices as Dan finger-fucked her. He began to pound her pussy, bending down and applying the tip of his tongue to her clitoris.

  Angel looked down at him, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face harder against her pussy. His tongue flicked over her folds of flesh, circling and stroking. His hand rammed up inside her pussy, his other hand circled round her back, cupping her bottom, holding her in position.

  “Deeper,” she commanded him in a breathy gasp.

  He sank his fingers in and out of her mound. Angel cried out as his tongue tormented her clitoris, feeling bolts of lightning flash from her cunt to every extremity.

  His tongue worked her clitoris as his fingers continued their dance inside her sodden cleft. He pressed his lips to her clit in a gentle kiss, then stars exploded behind her eyes as he began to suck it, gently at first, then harder as her fingers grabbed handfuls of his dark hair and she held his face frantically in place, grinding her pussy against his mouth and fingers, her legs beginning to spasm. Her nerves were weakening. She could not stop the overwhelming sensation despite wanting it to last as long as possible. Her body shook, her hips bucked and she screamed out as Dan continued to fuck her with his fingers, lapping up her orgasm.

  As her body calmed, Dan withdrew his fingers. Angel sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes, seeing Dan seating himself back on the sofa, a slight inscrutable smile on his face.

  Angel stood up and pulled down her skirt, then headed around to the other side of the desk on wobbly legs. She sat in the leather swirl chair and opened her laptop.

  “Right, business. I may have a client for you tonight. I’ll be interviewing her later this evening. Apparently, she hasn’t had sex in a long time and lacks in self-confidence. So I would appreciate it if you could try to keep yourself available.”

  “No problem, I’ll be in room twenty-two.”

  “Thank you. You can leave.” Dan stood and left the room. Angel smiled to herself, very pleased with his performance—she only wished she had lasted longer.

  She pottered around her office waiting for the call to say the new client had arrived. She replied to a few emails, ordered some new supplies, including new sheets for the orgy room. Then she browsed her favourite bondage wholesaler and ordered some of their latest items including a leather whip with a jelly dildo handle, and a black and red heart shaped spanker that was particularly pretty.

  She had planned a masquerade ball for New Year’s Eve. Not that her clients needed their inhibitions loosened, but things could often be more fun when people could hide their faces behind masks. She found a fancy dress website with an interesting selection and had just begun to look through them when the phone sounded.

  “Yes.”

  “Stacie Clifford is here,” Shannon informed her

  “Excellent, I will be there in a few minutes.” Angel stood up tall, straightening out her skirt. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs from her earlier session with Dan. She cleaned herself quickly in the bathroom. It didn’t hurt to make new clients wait a few minutes, to get the feel of the place. Instead of heading straight out, she sat at her dressing table leisurely checking her makeup, re-applying her lipstick and then made her way to reception.

  Angel saw a woman sitting on the couch frowning over a clipboard. All new clients had to complete a questionnaire prior to interview, so Angel knew what to expect, and what they expected from the club. She looked up as Angel approached and smiled nervously.

  “Hello. You must be Stacie?” Angel said. She watched the woman gulp and nod her head.

  “Lovely, I’m Angel. May I have your questionnaire and then, if you’d like to follow me, we can have a little chat somewhere more private.” She held out her hand and Stacie gave her the clipboard.

  Angel walked to the reception desk. Bailey looked up as she approached.

  “Is that Stacie Clifford?” she asked quietly.

  “Yes, why?”

  “The one you told me had no self confidence?” she said, needing to double check.

  “Yes. Angel, is something the matter?” Bailey asked, a puzzled look on her face. Angel glanced back at Stacie rising from the couch looking anxious, straightening her clothes. She could hardly believe what a stunning girl she was.

  Stacie had long glossy hair the colour of the finest plain chocolate—radiant, if worried, brown eyes and a slender figure that was hidden in a dowdy suit…but, looking past the frumpy outfit, she was beautiful.

  “Could you sort us out some white wine…I might need it,” she told Bailey.

  “Of course.”

  Angel took the lead down the corridor, checking Stacie was following her. She noticed her staring wide-eyed at the raunchy paintings of voluptuous dominatrices and their ecstatic victims.

  They approached her office. “Come in, please. Take a seat,” Angel said, holding the door open for Stacie to follow her through. She had a lump in her throat, staring at the beautiful woman. She was already regretting assigning Dan to her.

  Angel followed Stacie in, seeing her admiring her office. She looked around it herself, seeing it freshly through Stacie’s eyes. She had deliberately kept the décor professional. Dark antique panelling sourced from a stately home covered all the walls, illuminated by several small lights placed strategically throughout the room. Angel’s large antique oak desk dominated the space, sitting against the far wall. The only nod to femininity was several vanilla candle
s, which scented the room with their subtle fragrance. Thanks to her cleaning staff, the office was immaculate.

  Angel indicated for Stacie to take a seat and watched her fall into the squashy sofa. She smothered a laugh and kept her professional face on. She forced back the memory of the last person who had sat there and turned her attention back to the stunning Stacie. She wasn’t ready to put her off the club yet—she needed Stacie’s money. Angel watched her wiggle her bottom to the front edge of the sofa and straighten her back as she stared around at the room.

  “Right then, Stacie.” Angel’s voice rang out in the quiet room, bringing Stacie’s attention back to her. Angel put Stacie’s clipboard on top of her laptop and glanced down at it, leaning forward quite deliberately and deepening her cleavage.

  “I’ve ordered some drinks for us,” Angel said.

  “I’m fine, thank you,” Stacie replied a little primly. Angel glared at her.

  “I insist. I want you to feel comfortable. I don’t bite,” Angel said. She looked back down at the clipboard, skimming Stacie’s answers, which were depressingly wishy-washy. Some clients knew exactly what they wanted and were not afraid to spell it out, sometimes in explicit detail.

  Angel looked back up at Stacie and smiled. “Okay, Stacie. Firstly, welcome to Desires. You know what our club does, so I don’t need to give you any details about that. Secondly,” she tapped Stacie’s questionnaire with a long fingernail, “this is shit, and you know it.” Angel said, seeing Stacie flush miserably. Angel paused before continuing in a more gentle voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to upset you. But these questions,” she flourished the offending document, “are vital for me to give you the best experience of Desires you can, and your answers don’t really help me do that. I need to ask you, why are you here? What is it you are looking for?” She looked closely at Stacie, who had turned an unbecoming shade of tomato.

  “I am just wanting to…” Stacie paused. “I am looking for help in regaining my confidence in myself and in…in…in…sex.”

  Angel picked up a pen and scored through Stacie’s original answer. She began to write what Stacie was telling her. “What are your likes and dislikes?”

  “It depends what you offer me.”

  “Well, we can come back to that one. So, you want to gain confidence in yourself and enjoy sex?” Angel looked at Stacie. Just as she was about to answer, a knock sounded at the door. The drinks had arrived.

  “Enter,” Angel called.

  Bailey pushed open the door, balancing a tray bearing a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She placed the tray on the desk and poured a glass, before starting to pour a second. Angel took a gulp of hers immediately, then another.

  “Sorry, I’m driving…” Stacie said, holding out a hand to stop Bailey, who glanced at Angel in enquiry.

  “Trust me, it will relax you. Just make it half a glass for Miss Clifford,” she said to Bailey, who nodded and obeyed before leaving the room quietly. “How did you find out about Desires?” Angel asked, putting down her glass and folding her arms over the clipboard.

  “I was clearing out some of my ex-husband’s stuff and I saw an advert in one of his magazines.”

  “You were shocked, right?” Angel asked.

  Stacie nodded. “Very much so. It was a, you know, one of those magazines.” Angel watched her face change colour dramatically. “I only looked through out of curiosity. I’d never seen anything like that before.”

  “And you saw our advert.”

  “Yes.”

  “So what made you decide to make contact?”

  “Well, I guess I was intrigued. I kept the advert in my underwear drawer for months. I kept taking it out and looking at it, then losing my nerve and putting it back.”

  “What changed?”

  “Well, I guess I thought I needed a little fun back in my life.”

  Angel looked at Stacie’s flushed face, noted that shifting look in her eyes, eyes that kept flicking to the door as if getting ready to escape. “But you’re still not sure, are you, Stacie?” Stacie gave a tiny shake of her head. “Why not?”

  “I just don’t know if this is the right kind of fun for me,” Stacie answered. “No offence, but it’s all a bit…well…icky.”

  “I see.” Icky, was it? Well, little Miss Prim and Proper, I’ll show you icky! Angel smiled. “Well, only you can decide on whether Desires is right for you. You’re right. It’s not for everyone. But you’ve told me what you are looking for and, if you decide to stay with us, we will make sure you receive it. You need confidence. I can clearly see that by the way you are dressed.”

  Stacie looked offended. Angel saw her glance down at her work suit. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”

  “You’re covering up all your best assets. Your blouse is almost around your neck, your skirt is far too long and I bet you are wearing tights rather than stockings.”

  Stacie’s eyebrows shot up.

  “So,” Angel continued without a break, “tell me a little about yourself, your personal life and the last time you had sex, as well as your turn-on points,” she asked, wanting to know as much of the woman as possible.

  “I work for a fashion magazine. I’ve worked there since leaving college. I was married to a violent monster who drank himself stupid, and demanded sex. He also hit me till I was black and blue. I have no children, thank goodness, and no friends. I live for my work, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The last time I had sex was with the monster. What turns me on? I have no idea.”

  Yawn, yawn, abusive husband, no friends. Who cares? Angel didn’t miss a beat. “You must have some idea what turns you on.” Stacie stared at Angel, her expression puzzled. Angel leaned back in her leather chair and played with her pen. Had Stacie expected sympathy? Angel wasn’t her bloody best friend. Let Dan handle her sob stories. She pressed on.

  “Do you like your breasts played with or do you like the man to dive straight into your knickers?” Angel gave as an example, staring at Stacie.

  Stacie glared back at Angel’s abruptness. “First I have to get to know him.”

  “Good point, so you like…what, chat?”

  “I guess…no…yes…I like to get to know him before…you know.”

  “So you’re not a quickie girl?”

  “God, no…I like romance with a meal, dim atmospheric lighting, a bit of flirting and sweet talking,” Stacie’s eyes misted at the fantasy before Angel’s sharp voice interrupted.

  “You like a bore then?”

  “No…I like chitchat. I am not the kind of girl to open my legs that quickly.” She is a fucking bore! All talk and no action.

  “So you like the build up? You want respect?” Angel said, thrusting her body forward and staring directly into Stacie’s eyes.

  “I want to be respected. Yes.”

  “Then what, chat, coffee and sex?”

  “Not on the first date!” Stacie answered, obviously getting annoyed.

  “But why?” Angel fired back.

  “Don’t you think that’s desperate?”

  Desperate, is it? Angel took a deep, calming breath and tried to answer. “Not necessarily; it depends who you are and what you’re after. Some girls aren’t bothered about who they are with, it’s what’s inside the trousers. Other girls, like yourself, prefer the build up. Also, it depends on whether you’re just after a one-night stand or a relationship,” Angel said, leaning back in the leather chair before continuing, “Now. Turn-on points, breasts or—”

  “I like my breasts to be caressed,” Stacie blurted.

  “Excellent. I need to make a few notes,” Angel started to write on the clipboard. “When was the last time you masturbated?”

  Stacie stuck out a mutinous chin.

  “I need to know, Stacie, or I can’t properly help you.”

  “Quite a while ago. I have completely lost interest.”

  “Because of your ex-husband?”

  “I guess so. In the beginning of our relation
ship it was okay, but then once the ring went on my finger he changed. Out went the romance and flowers. Along came the booze, drugs and violence. I guess I’ve forgotten what love-making is.”

  Here we go again, yawn fucking yawn. I get it, he fucked you up. Angel made herself relax. She didn’t think for a second this woman was right for Desires—far too priggish and prudish. But maybe Angel could get a few sessions of cash out of her before she bottled it and fled. She forced a smile and gentled her voice. “Sounds like he did an amazing job of messing you up. He’s made you feel worthless and abused you mentally as well as physically. I give you full credit for gathering the courage to come here and attempt to regain what I call the joy of life. Love-making is the most amazing feeling with the right person, and I promise you, we will help you. However, there is one thing. You are here to be taught and not, and I repeat not, to fall in love,” Angel said, sitting forward and looking Stacie directly in the eye.

  “I will match you with a tutor who will help to give you confidence in both self-stimulation and also intercourse. He will not treat you like dirt, but with respect. The tutors in this place are paid by sessions and won’t do the romantic build-up that you like, but I will chat with your tutor first, make him understand your feelings and relax your tension. He will treat you well and he will care for you. I have seen women in your position fall in love with their tutor, thinking he feels the same because he is caring. But he’s just doing his job. And the women are inevitably disappointed.” She saw Stacie nod in agreement. Just as well. Dan was hers!

  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.”