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Authors: Holly J. Gill,Nikki Blaise

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Gwen moved the sucker to her right nipple, giving it the same
treatment. Angel squealed again as her nipple was sucked into the funnel, sending
pulses down to her pussy. Angel felt her pussy throb, desperate for some
attention. She widened her legs, trying to encourage the woman to pay some
attention to her cunt without having to ask.

Gwen picked up her unspoken plea—one of her hands wandered down to
Angel’s pussy. Angel felt her dipping a finger just inside her labia. She lay
still, anticipating the pleasure which was to come. Gwen’s finger lowered,
touching the entrance to her cunt. Angel knew her pussy must be dripping with
welcome as she wriggled her pelvis, desperate to feel Gwen’s fingers tampering
with her.

Angel raised her knees, dropping her legs wide open, revealing her
wet pussy to Gwen’s eyes. Angel watched her gaze flick down, and a slight smile
appear. Gwen looked back at Angel, raising her eyebrows. Gwen turned all her
attention to Angel’s cunt, setting the nipple sucker aside. She used one hand
to spread Angel’s labia wide, revealing her reddened inner flesh, the budding
clitoris and the delicate inner folds framing her hungry hole. She just stared
at it for a moment, then slowly licked one finger and slid it all the way
inside Angel’s cunt. The lubrication provided by the saliva was
unnecessary—Angel was slick and she moaned, gripping the finger with her inner
muscles. Gwen slid it back out. Angel could see it glisten in the light as Gwen
brought her finger up for Angel to suck. She licked it clean, tasting her own
juices on the digit. Gwen re-inserted it, adding a second finger. She used the
fingertips on her other hand on Angel’s clitoris, rubbing hard over the
sensitive spot.

Angel moaned, pushing down onto Gwen’s fingers. Her concentration
centred entirely on that small area of flesh between her thighs, the pulses of
pleasure overtaking her body. She threw her head from one side to the other,
grabbing onto the sides of the massage bed as she surrendered to Gwen’s expert
manipulations.

Angel pushed down with her feet, lifting her bottom off the bed, her
pelvis high in the air. Her entire world was Gwen’s fingers fucking her cunt,
Gwen’s fingers busy on her clitoris. Her body dripped with sweat. Her mind and
body ached for that one perfect moment, the culmination of desire, the only
thing worth living for.

Gwen stopped and Angel almost screamed with disappointment. But she
had only paused to get some more oil. Angel watched, tensing with anticipation,
as Gwen poured a trickle over her chest, feeling it dribbling down her tummy
and into her belly button. Gwen moved her hands up Angel’s body, catching the
oil, caressing her breasts. Angel watched her hands run over her chest, rubbing
the oil in, flicking her thumbs over Angel’s nipples.

Gwen ran her oiled hands down to Angel’s clitoris. She began to slap
Angel’s pussy, aiming each blow carefully right onto her clitoris. Angel moaned
with delight. With her other hand, Gwen reached out, picking up a large jelly
dildo. She slicked it with the oil and shoved it hard up Angel’s cunt, slapping
her clit the whole time. Angel screamed out as Gwen fucked her with the dildo,
grabbing the bed, feeling her orgasm approaching. She mumbled a litany of
Oh Gods
as her body jerked and
spasmed
, sending her rigid, shaking, quivering, trembling
with ecstasy. Her body shuddered. Sweat poured from her as she shook repeatedly.
As she relaxed, she put one hand down to still Gwen’s ministrations.

The movement caused her to raise her head and she became aware of
someone else in the room. Dan stood at the door watching. He came forward to
stand at the bottom of the bed, staring down at her. Gwen chose that moment to
pull out the dildo. It made a squelching sound and Angel felt her juices flow
onto the massage bed.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I can see I have disturbed you,” he said, looking disconcerted.

“Oh really?” she said, rising up on her elbows. Angel stared at his
groin area. She could see his cock bulging. He might be mad at her, but he was
still turned on. “What do you want, Dan?” she asked, her voice low now, and
sultry.

Dan gazed down at her, attempting to make eye contact with her but
distracted by the sight of her naked, spread-eagled and satiated. “I just
wanted to say I think you are a complete bitch.” His voice came out throaty and
his eyes were almost black as he stared at her body.

“Is that it?” she said. “You can either get the fuck out of my room
or make yourself useful and put your cock where it’s needed.”

“Would you like me to leave?” Gwen asked.

“No, you can watch.”

Dan unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was stiff and throbbing.
Angel looked at it with a smile. So, he
was
still turned on by her.

He grabbed hold of Angel’s thighs and pulled her down the bed so her
backside was level with the edge. He pulled out a condom and rolled it on
before ramming his cock in her soaking wet cunt, penetrating her hard and fast.
Gwen moved around to the side of the bed and began to caress Angel’s breasts. Angel
threw her head back and screamed with abandon. Dan’s hands were hard on her
body, rough and uncaring as he fucked her. Angel loved it. Finally, he was
being a real man, taking charge.

“Oh God, fuck me,” she begged.

“I will fuck you, you bitch,” he ground out, slamming into her
mercilessly, sending her sliding up the table with every thrust. He grabbed her
harder around the hips to hold her in place, as Angel desperately held onto the
bed to stop herself moving about.

Dan had never been rough with her before, not like this. He grabbed
her left leg, raising it, hooking it over his shoulder, taking her at a
different angle. His cock thumped into her nerve endings, forcing her into his thrall.
Angel’s thoughts centred solely on his cock, thudding into her greedy cunt.

He slapped her bottom as he took her, then leaned forward to squeeze
her breast. The pain was divine. Angel threw her head from side to side,
panting out her pleasure, feeling her orgasm come, feeling it growing, then it
was there, deluging her frantic body with its intensity.

Dan gave a deep groan, his hands grabbing her buttocks, squeezing
her flesh hard. She gasped at the pain even as she felt him come inside her
voracious pussy, his hot seed filling the latex, spurting into her. He withdrew
rapidly and pulled off the condom, dropping it into Angel’s bin. He grabbed the
roll of kitchen paper Gwen used to mop up spills and wiped himself clean before
tucking his wilting cock away.

He stared at her. She gazed back at him, wondering what he was
thinking. As she started to compose a sentence to keep him with her, he turned
and walked away without so much as a word. Angel lay back, watching him go,
feeling bereft.

 
 
 

Chapter Eight

 
 

When Gwen had gone, Angel dressed and returned to her favourite
room, the piano conservatory. She ordered some food and sat back thinking,
wondering when Dan would be leaving. She had checked the computer on the way.
He was still on the premises. Why was he hanging around? Now Stacie had gone,
there was no work for him—she had booked him through till the evening.

Someone sat down at her table. Angel looked up. It was Dexter. She
wasn’t in the mood for company, but smiled politely anyway.

“Hey, baby!” he said, pulling his chair around to hers so their legs
were touching. “Those boobs look very heavy—can I hold them for you?”

“Oh ha ha!” Angel said, but she smiled nonetheless. “I bet you say
that to all the girls.”

“Oh I’ve got more. How about—I'm bigger and better than the Titanic.
Only two hundred women went down on the Titanic.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Or
this one—My dick just died, can I bury it in your cunt?”

“Seriously? Does that one ever work?”

“Sometimes. Only with the really dirty bitches, though.”

Her food arrived and she began to eat. Dexter stole her chips and
started reminiscing about their night together and the way he had her screaming
with pleasure. Angel sat and ate. He really was full of himself. He hadn’t been
that amazing, he was just a shag. As he talked, her thoughts drifted to Dan and
Stacie. Things had changed, though. Stacie had gone. Now Angel could relax and concentrate
on next weekend. She would get Dan back in time. He would get over whatever his
problem was. She just had to be patient.

This weekend was all about promoting Desires. Angel had to prepare the
club, make it totally irresistible and tempt more people to use the facilities.
At least, that was the plan.

She sat eating her meal while Dexter talked at her. He was starting
to get annoying. How many times did he need to go on about how big his cock was,
and how much he had satisfied her great needs? Angel was beginning to wish the
night had not happened. However, it had and nothing in the world would change
that. If there was a time to go back to and erase, it would be when Stacie
contacted the club. Still, at least she had gone now and that trouble was out of
the way.

Angel listened to Vanessa playing, and the happy sound of the guests
enjoying themselves, trying her hardest to blank Dexter, wishing she could tell
him to get out of her face. She had to admit, Dexter was a popular man,
frequently requested. He was in permanent demand, girls liked the muscular,
well-endowed black man. But he faded in comparison with Dan. All men did.

“So, shall we?” Dexter said. Angel looked up, surprised. She hadn’t
been paying any attention to him—she’d had other things on her mind.

“Shall we what?”

“Shall we head to a room and have some more fun?”

Oh boy!
“I’m sorry Dexter,” she said, leaning forward and smiling sweetly,
whilst moving her knee between his thighs until it rested on the bulge in his
groin. “I have to sort a lot of stuff out for the meeting tomorrow. So I’m
afraid you are going to have to wait.” She rubbed her knee up and down his
package, feeling him thrust back against her, although his face dropped with
disappointment. “Maybe if you have a spare evening this week we could get
together,” she suggested, not really meaning it, trying her hardest to let him
down gently.

“But I’m busy most of the week,” he told her, looking woebegone.
Then he sighed. “I could see what I could do.”

Angel stood up, heading around to the other side of the table. She
leaned over to kiss him on the lips, dropping her hand down to fondle his cock
through his trousers. It was a nice cock, she thought, briefly having second
thoughts. But no, she decided. His wasn't the only cock in the building.

“Do try, baby,” she told him seductively with a grin, then walked
away from him, not bothered whether he did or he didn’t make the time. She had enough
to think of without the worry about fitting him into her schedule.

Angel headed back to the reception seeing clients leaving, and
workers finishing their shifts. The computer kept a record of all staff and
clients in the building at any one time, the software used their door codes to
check them in and out. Angel brought up the staff list, scanning it idly for
Dan’s name, not expecting him to still be in the building. But he was, to her
amazement.

“Where is Dan?” she asked Shannon.

“I’m sorry, Angel, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him for a while.”

Where could he possibly be? She knew he wasn’t in the restaurant,
she’d just been there.

“Has he brought back his room key?”

“Yes, ages ago so the cleaners can get in there.”

He could be anywhere. It was a big building. Angel knew she should be
working, getting everything arranged for the meeting. But instead of taking her
to her office, her traitorous feet took her off back down toward the heart of
the club.

It was early, so the club room would be quiet. He was unlikely to be
there. Maybe he was in the men’s changing room. A lot of the guys hung out
there when they were not working, it was like a common room for them. Angel
made her way there, her heart sinking when she bumped into Dexter in the
corridor. He stopped her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey sexy lady.”

Angel replied with a smile. She had more important things on her
mind. To her relief Dexter continued on, the opposite way to where she was
going.

Angel arrived at the male changing rooms, situated on the other side
of the building. Angel had been known to go in there before—usually when she
was up for some naughty fun with more than one cock. There was usually at least
one naked man to be seen in here—maybe it would be Dan. Her pussy throbbed and
she rapped on the door.

She waited a few seconds without hearing anything before knocking
again. Still not getting a response, she decided to open the door and poke her
head in. The wide-screen LCD television was on, the volume turned up, showing
some porn film, and men sat about on the sofas with beers in their hands.

“Hello,” she said loudly. Heads turned and Mike got up and came to the
door.

“Hello, boss, what can we do for you?” he asked.

“Does she need some serious cock?” she heard someone call out.

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