The Gangbang Collection (7 page)

“Angel,” a voice spoke as she felt Madam Constance place her hand on her shoulder, “you’re in the lounge tonight. I don’t think you’re quite ready for the
Black Box
room just yet.”

Angel breathed an audible sigh of relief. “I… I’ve never seen anything like it,” she said.

“You have a lot to learn,” Madam Constance smiled. “Come.”

She lowered her palm fluidly to the small of Angel’s back and guided her further down the hall where another doorway waited, this one thickly padded with dark red cushioning. As Madam Constance pressed her hand against Angel’s back, the younger woman couldn’t help but relish the sensation of the tight slick PVC pressing against her flesh. What the hell was happening to her?

***

The first thing Angel heard as the doors opened was the gentle notes of some smooth ethereal Latin-jazz and then Madam Constance ushered her inside. What waited for her was a sight to behold.

The lounge was as rich and elegant in its décor as any high-class establishment Angel had ever been in, better even, not that she’d been in all that many high-class establishments to begin with. The tables and chairs were all rich silk and fine mahogany and the room was spacious and high-ceilinged. But what was even stranger was the clientele who filled the room. In their fetishistic garb they seemed immediately out of place in these rich and refined surroundings and yet everybody seemed totally comfortable and at ease.

“You will be serving table seven tonight,” Madam Constance told her, “a consortium of wealthy Japanese businessmen who are in town for the night. Treat them well, make them feel like anything is possible, and they will tip in kind. I can assure you that however the night goes you will make more money tonight than you would have made during a whole week’s work at your previous job.”

“Thank you,” Angel said. It was the only thing she could think of to say and she was surprised to find just how much she meant it. Bizarrely, even perhaps perversely, Angel was looking forward to spending the night completely at the beck and call of others, clad in this skin-tight, humiliating garb as she moved to and fro, chained to their every command.

***

She’d never been looked at the way the businessmen looked at her, like she was a sinfully delicious chocolate dessert or a tall glass of sparkling champagne. They wanted to
devour
her and somehow that didn’t offend her sensibilities at all. In fact she kind of liked it.

But her time with Mr. Yuki and his companions was not to last.

She’d seen them already as she served drinks to her own table, sitting at the finest booth in the lounge, the alpha-male and obvious leader of the group reposing in the center with his sleek brown hair pulled back in a shiny ponytail and his dark wistful eyes thoughtfully surveying the lounge around him. He looked Italian or Spanish and obviously rich if the quality of the fine pinstriped suit he wore was anything to go by. Unlike the others at his table, who for the most-part were dressed for fast and filthy sex, this man looked like you could transpose him straight to the finest boardroom in the city and he would fit in just as seamlessly, be just as relaxed and in control as he was here in this dark underworld of sin and corruption. From the moment she laid eyes on him Angel wanted to know his name.

“
Andrino
,” the young woman with the shaved head who’d stopped Angel on her way back to the Japanese businessmen had said. “
Andrino
has requested that you tend to him tonight so I’m taking over here. You’re a lucky girl Angel.”

Immediately Angel had known who the other hostess had meant. She’d looked over to
Andrino’s
table and the dark and sexy man had turned his deep eyes directly towards her. He snapped his fingers and motioned to the empty glasses on the table. Angel wasted no time heeding his command.

***

“Hi everybody,” Angel smiled, “is everything alright? Can I
freshen
your drinks?”

The other people at the table giggled playfully but
Andrino
didn’t even smile. His entourage made for a strange sight. There was a skinny bald guy wearing a tight white body suit, while beside him that Conan the Barbarian lookalike Angel had seen earlier sat with his arm protectively around the smaller guy’s shoulder, like they were a pair of teenage sweethearts at the movies. On the other side of
Andrino
an elegant black woman in a tiny leather dress sipped from a cocktail glass with one hand while her other massaged
Andrino’s
thigh seductively. From her accent she sounded like she came from somewhere on the African continent. Beside her, fiddling with a smartphone sat a youngish, cute guy in a plain navy suit. He had a mop of blonde hair and blue eyes whose alertness suggested to Angel that rather than being here for his own sin he was probably somebody’s personal assistant,
Andrino’s
most likely. Everything about these people seemed to scream money, more money than Angel had ever conceived of.

“Are you listening to me?”
Andrino
spoke, his voice soft and yet full of the gentle menace of a man who can make anything in the world happen with only a phone call and a handshake, no matter how extreme. “I will have another martini, Clyde and Boris here will have a Harvey
Wallbanger
and
a neat
vodka respectively. Cleo will have a tomato juice with a stalk of celery and Pete will enjoy another glass of beer. Won’t you Pete?”

The PA guy looked up from his phone and nodded at Angel. “Yeah,” he said, “thanks
Andrino
.”

“Certainly,” Angel beamed, desperate to impress this dark Alpha at all costs, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Yes,”
Andrino
spoke, smiling softly and darkly now for the first time since Angel had seen him, “yourself. And I’d imagine you will be the most delectable of all.”

Angel’s cheeks burned as she walked back to the bar, painfully, deliciously, aware that the entire table was watching her go, defiling her with their eyes.

***

Angel froze as she returned to the table. Her fingers clenched reflexively around the cool rim of the silver tray, her eyes widening as she watched the Romanesque scene before her.
Andrino
still sat in the center of the group, leaning back against his seat like a restful lion, but now the skinny bald guy was bent over him, bobbing up and down into his lap making wet, sucking sounds.
Andrino’s
dark eyes burned into Angel’s as he smiled to see her before him, so shocked and uncomfortable at the display. As it dawned on her that the guy was sucking him off right there in the lounge in front of everybody, a jolt of panic shot through her and the tray fell from her hands, clanging to the ground in an explosion of smashed glass and fine alcohol.

***

“I didn’t tell you to stop Clyde, did I?”
Andrino
said as the other man lifted his head from
Andrino’s
crotch to see what the commotion was. He wiped a sliver of shining fluid from the side of his mouth before glancing sheepishly at
Andrino
.

“No sir,” he said

“No indeed,”
Andrino
replied, placing his hand softly but firmly against the back of Clyde’s neck, guiding him back down over his cock. “So keep going.”
Andrino
moved his gaze back to Angel as Clyde began to pleasure him with increased fervor. “And as for you, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I… I’m sorry,” Angel stammered, “I’ll go get more drinks.”

“Forget the drinks,”
Andrino
smiled, “we’ve waited long enough. For you I mean
,
the drinks can wait longer still. Can’t they Pete?”

“Yes
Andrino
,” the PA said, glancing up from his smartphone.

“Yes,”
Andrino
continued, “but as for you, well I’ve been waiting all night for you all. Your name is Angel, correct?”

Angel nodded meekly, transfixed beneath his domineering gaze like a rabbit caught in headlights.

“You’ve let us down Angel and now you have to make up for it. Climb up on the table.”

Angel stared at him for a moment. She felt shame and excitement burn inside her in equal measures, humiliation and the vague anticipation of some pleasure like she’d never known waiting for her just over the horizon.

“Get up on the table,”
Andrino
repeated, “on your hands and knees. If we can’t have drinks to drain then we will have you instead.”

Before she knew what she was doing, like a peasant girl under a witchdoctor’s voodoo curse, Angel felt her body obey. She walked slowly to the table and lifted herself up, tentatively getting down on her hands and knees as she climbed onto the rich mahogany surface. The PVC edges of her outfit cut into her skin as she struggled to get into position and for the umpteenth time that night she felt her sensory system inexplicably rewire the pain into a pleasure so rich and sweet and velvet that she wanted it to last forever.

***

There was a moment’s silence, punctuated only by the wet noises of Clyde bobbing his wet mouth up and down over
Andrino’s
cock.
Andrino
himself seemed totally unfazed, obviously he was a man well accustomed to pleasure.

He reached up and caressed Angel’s cheek as she faced towards him on the table. Angel felt herself blush brighter still beneath his touch.

“Yes,”
Andrino
smiled, “you certainly are a special specimen. I’m going to enjoy this. Boris, Pete, please relieve her of her clothing.”

Angel could feel the warm juices seep out of her pussy and pool in the tight PVC, there was simply nowhere else for them to go and nowhere else for her to go for that matter either. The muscle-bound Boris and the cute young PA Pete both silently stood up and reached out to caress her body.

They fondled her like a pristine marble statue, at once with loving reverence and clinical indifference. Angel’s whole body shivered beneath their touch as they ran their strong fingers up and down her back, around her bare belly and over her PVC-clad buttocks.
Andrino
continued to stroke her cheek, dominant and possessive, as he watched her, savoring the forbidden pleasures he knew she was feeling.

“Spank her,” he said, his deep eyes still locked in hers, “punish her for her mistakes.”

“Yes sir,” Pete said and slapped her hard on the ass.

Angel rocked forward as humiliation, pleasure and pain merged together to form an electric shock of ecstasy in her brain.
Andrino
held her chin firmly in his hand.

“Again,” he said.

Pete spanked her once more, harder this time, and Angel winced with pain, whimpered with pleasure. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I can smell her,” Boris spoke, his voice deep and animal, “I can smell the heat in her cunt.”

“Release it then,”
Andrino
commanded, “Release it and feast on it.”

Boris stepped to the back of the table, standing over her as he reached down to unfasten the zip on the back of her
hotpants
. The garment slid off her effortlessly such was the extent of the natural lubrication her aching cunt had produced. Angel’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the pleasure took over.

Boris lifted her legs as he pulled off the garment and then buried his face in her pussy and ass. She couldn’t help but moan out in grateful surprise at the urgency of his movement as he immediately started to suck and slobber on her cunt, his tongue flicking out against her swollen clit and parting her lips to force its way deep into her gap.

“That’s it,”
Andrino
smiled, “give in to it,
let
the pleasure
consume
you.”

He lifted his other hand to her face and held her head firmly between them, admiring her, as his thumbs dug deeply into the flesh of her throat. Beside him, Cleo leaned in and began to kiss his neck, pressing her slender wrist against his chest and caressing his firm body.

Boris continued to pleasure her with his mouth as Pete reached over her and undid the straps of her top, letting it fall to the table beneath her, freeing her small breasts that were now
so
full of blood and sensation, the nipples rigid as bullets. He slid his hands under her chest and took them in his palms, pressing them up against her body, filling her with fervent intensity.

“That’s enough now Clyde,”
Andrino
said, “I want Angel to taste me, to feel my heat and power inside her.”

Andrino
stood up abruptly, forcing both Clyde and Cleo to abandon their efforts to pleasure him. It was hard to tell which one of the two was more disappointed.

“It’s been a long time since I had a chance to defile something
so
pure and beautiful as you sweet Angel,”
Andrino
smiled, still gripping her head firmly in his hands. Even though she couldn’t look down to see it, Angel could sense the size, the sheer magnitude, of his manhood beneath her and her soul filled with hungry excitement to take it inside her.