Touching Angel's Desires (13 page)

Donna climbed off the couch, finding her underwear and putting it
back on. Marie covered her tits back up. Angel pulled the dress back over her
boobs, fastened the halter again and sat up.

She stood, feeling a little out of breath.

“Well, good luck with your evening. If you perform like that with
the clients, you will make me very proud,” she said, pulling down her skirt
then walking over to the main door. “Keep the punters happy, girls.”

She walked out the room feeling satisfied. Angel made her way back
to the office. She needed to get changed. The large damp patches on the dress
did not look fantastic. She was the manager after all and she had a reputation
to uphold.

Angel approached reception, feeling fluid dribbling down her legs.

“Hi Angel, is everything all right?” Shannon asked.

Angel did not stop, she wanted to get back to her flat and clean up.
She strode past the desk, throwing a, “Everything’s fine,” over her shoulder as
she went.

“Oh, Angel,” Bailey called.

Angel stopped and turned round, irritated. “Yes?”

“Your mum is waiting in your office,” Bailey told her.

“How long has she been waiting?” she asked.
Why hadn’t she mentioned she was visiting?

“About twenty minutes.”

Angel almost trotted to her office. She stood outside the door and
inhaled a deep breath before opening the door. She gazed around the very empty office.
Where was she? Angel made her way into the living accommodation, pushing on the
door. It drifted open and there she was sitting on the couch watching
television. She looked up and saw her, then grabbed the remote to switch the
television off.

“Hello darling,” she said with a smile. Angel headed over to her and
sat down next to her, giving her a kiss and cuddle.

“Hello Mum. What on earth brings you here?” she asked worried,
wondering if something had gone wrong. Might it have something to do with Mr.
and Mrs. Matthews? Perhaps they’d been in touch with her mum, complaining about
being barred. They had been clients when her mother ran the establishment.

“Nothing is wrong,” she replied. Angel felt a surge of relief,
followed by suspicion. Was she telling the truth? “I just thought that I would
come and see my daughter.” Her mum stood up. Angel looked up at her. She had
always been a character. Even now she was nearly sixty and didn’t look it. She
had a fantastic figure and was showing it off in skinny jeans and a tight
emerald-green T-shirt which clung to her large breasts. Her hair was cut short and
dyed auburn. She looked forty at most. Aging gracefully was something that
happened to other people.

“Okay,” Angel answered. “I just need to get changed.” Angel headed
to her wardrobe looking for something fresh to put on.

“Have you been having some fun, love?” Angel closed the wardrobe
door slightly, turning to look at her mum. “Have you been dabbling?”

Angel wasn’t sure how to answer her. Her mum wasn’t stupid, no doubt
she had fun when she ran the place.

“I have.”

“Was it good?”

“You could say that,” she replied. She pulled out a black jersey dress
that was one of her favourites. It was quite demure, but clung in all the right
places. “Everything is running great.”

“I am sure it is. I thought that if you haven’t eaten we could go
and get something to eat at the restaurant. I fancy seeing all the testosterone
and hormones running around the place.”

“Okay, no problem.” Angel’s stomach growled at the thought of food. “I
will just get changed and be with you in ten minutes.”

Angel went through to her office and called the restaurant, informing
them that her mother was in the building. They would have the best table ready
and waiting for their arrival, she was told. Satisfied, she put the phone down
and went back into the bedroom. She grabbed the black dress off the bed where
she’d laid it and went into the bathroom.

She stripped off the red dress and
realized
she was still commando under it. She
toyed with the idea of getting underwear from the bedroom, then decided against
it. Her boobs were perky enough not to need a bra and the best way to avoid VPL,
the dreaded visible panty line, was not to wear any anyway. She went back in
the bedroom and sat at the dressing table to refresh her makeup.

“How are you?” Angel asked. “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

“I’m fine. I’m more concerned about you,” her mum said.

Angel looked up at her. “Why?” she asked. Now she knew there was a
reason for her coming to the club, especially on a Saturday evening, the
busiest night of the week.

“Don’t worry,” she told Angel. “We can discuss it later.”

So there
was
something? What
on earth could it be? It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with Desires—everything
was perfect.

They headed back to the reception. The area was busy, full of people
in erotic costumes. Angel accepted smiles and exchanged greetings with many
familiar faces.

They arrived at the restaurant. Angel had decided on the main formal
restaurant, rather than the cosy conservatory which she preferred. John, the
restaurant manager, greeted them, a welcoming smile on his face. He showed
Angel and her mother to their table. Angel nodded in approval. It was arranged beautifully
with fresh flowers and candles. The dimmed lights in the room created a relaxed
atmosphere. John pulled out seats for Angel and her mother in turn. Angel
didn’t mind that he pulled her mother’s out first. She was the owner, after
all. Angel took her seat and John placed menus in front of them, then
discreetly vanished. Her mother shuffled in the chair getting comfortable.
Angel noticed her eyes scanning the restaurant. Was she fishing for a problem?

“This is wonderful,” her mum commented, picking up the menu. Angel
sat and stared, having already decided what she was having. John came back a
few minutes later to take their order.

“I’ll have the sesame chicken with white rice,” her mother decided
eventually.

Angel ordered a Thai chicken omelette with salad. She had introduced
the recipe to the chef and it was one of her favourites, tasty and filling, but
not too carb-heavy.

“Any wine, ladies?”

“A bottle of
Prosecco
please,” Angel
answered. It was a favourite of both of them, but she caught her mother’s eye,
just to double check that was okay with her. Her mother nodded slightly and
Angel smiled at John.

“Very good.”

Angel had the words her mother had said earlier going over in her
head.
I am more concerned about you
.
She had to ask the question. She wasn’t about to sit there and have her mother
dictate rights and wrongs and make her cower in the corner. Her mother might
own Desires, but she had retired. Angel was in charge now.

John came with their wine, pouring them each a glass before settling
the bottle in an ice bucket at the side of the table. He inclined his head to
them both politely and left.

“What were you talking about earlier?” she asked, taking a sip from
her wine. She made deliberate eye contact with her—or at least, tried to. Her mother’s
gaze seemed glued to the candle in the centre of the table. Finally, she looked
up.

“I have had a phone call from Mrs. Matthews.”

“I knew it!” Angel threw herself back in her chair, running her
hands through her hair. “I knew it had something to do with them. I can explain
everything, although, trust me, I made the correct decision. I do
realize
they were good
customers, but they were taking this place for a ride. I was no longer prepared
to lose any more money or have my hard workers being complained about.” She
paused, staring at her mum’s impassive face. “I am sorry, but they had to go. They
made a big mistake today, involving me in their game. But unfortunately for
them, I
realized
what was going on. I am not going to
apologize
for my actions,” she told her mum. Just
let her try to persuade her otherwise.

Surprisingly, her mother smiled. “It’s okay. I had a feeling they were
trying to bullshit me. I know my daughter better than anyone. You wouldn’t make
such a decision without serious thought. I just needed to check with you,
that’s all.”

A surge of relief flooded through Angel. “You’re not angry?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t have left you in charge if I didn’t trust
you completely. You’re the boss. It’s your decision. It was just that, as they
were old clients, I felt bound to come and at least check it out. But you won’t
be hearing any more about it from me.”

Their meal arrived. They tucked in and chatted, laughed, shared old
memories about the club. Angel filled her mum in on some of the more recent
gossip—she hooted with laughter hearing about the man who wanted to be a dog.

“Good for him,” she finally pronounced. “And is he a good dog?”

“Could be better, according to his trainer.”

“Well, she’ll have to be firmer with him.”

“That’s what I said!”

They watched people come and go, commenting on the various outfits and
behaviours. There couldn’t be many mothers and daughters who talked so openly
about sex, even to the point of discussing their own personal adventures, but
that’s what Desires did, it opened people up.

They drank their way through the bottle of wine as they chatted,
although Angel poured her mother the larger share, supplementing her own with
lemonade—she was still working after all.

“I fancy watching some fun,” her mum suddenly said.

“Okay, like what?”

“Shagging. I fancy watching a man and girl having fantastic sex.”

Angel smiled. Some things never changed. “Just give me a few
minutes—I’ll sort something out for you,” she told her.

She poured the last of the wine into her mother’s glass before she
went. Wandering out of the restaurant, she bumped into Bailey.

“Fantastic, you could help me,” she told Bailey. “My mother wants
some old-fashioned voyeuristic fun. Come with me—let’s see what we can do for
her.”

They went to the orgy room first, but it was full of guests just
having a good time. Angel pulled a face. Mum liked to see beautiful people, and
the ones in the orgy room tonight were distinctly average. She went to the
viewing room next. Whoever had just been using it appeared to have recently
finished and the viewers were making their way somewhere else. Perfect.

“Can you arrange to get this place tidied up quickly,” Angel asked
Bailey. “I’ll sort out the couple.”

She headed immediately to the girls’ room where she had her earlier
threesome with Donna and Marie. Neither one of them was there now. However,
Lucy was there. Lucy was a young pretty girl, slim, medium-sized boobs, long
blonde hair and looked as though she needed to be working.

Lucy agreed to the arrangement and got ready while Angel headed to
the guys’ room. She knocked lightly, hearing loud voices laughing and talking
inside. She entered the room seeing at least five men
slobbing
on the sofas. A few wore nothing, others were dressed. They were all drinking
beers. They all stopped, turning their attention to her.

“Right, I need a fella for a good sex session.” They all put their
hands up. Well, that was hardly a surprise. She smiled. “It’s for my mum.” The hands
went down. They all knew how hard and demanding she could be. Angel pasted on a
frown and stood with her fists on her hips. “Don’t make me order you.” They
shuffled and exchanged glances. She could almost read their minds. Who would
sacrifice himself for the good of the others? Angel smiled inwardly and
relented. “It’s with Lucy. Mum only wants to watch.” Angel grinned as the faces
lightened and the hands went back up.

Angel took her time looking the men over. Any one of them would do,
she only employed the best. She decided on Dexter, a very deep black guy, very
well-toned, plenty of shiny muscles. He was bold, but had a sweet personality, exactly
the kind of bloke her mum found attractive. And there was the fact that he had
a very large cock which would certainly make her mum smile.

She left him to get ready, telling him to be at the viewing room in
a few minutes. Angel headed off to see how Bailey was doing. The room was
pristine, with fresh sheets on the bed and a vase of flowers on a low table.
Soft music filtered out through the speakers and the lighting was set low enough
to be
cozy
,
but bright enough to see clearly.

“Lovely, well done,” Angel said.

“I just hope your mum is pleased,” Bailey said with a smile.

“She’d better be.”

Angel left the room, heading back to the restaurant where her mum
waited. “Everything is arranged, if you’d like to follow me.”

Her mum stood up, a smile spreading across her face. The wine was
certainly doing its job of getting her merry, which hopefully would not make
her complain or notice anything amiss, although Angel had complete faith in Lucy
and Dexter.