Desires (31 page)

“I’m great. I was wondering is there anywhere I can go
to get changed before I go back up to the room?”

“Of course,” she told Stacie. “Follow me.” Bailey got to
her feet and led Stacie to a door that said
Staff
Only
. She opened it to reveal a very elegant powder room, decorated in red
and cream, with shoe shaped chairs and a dressing table with a huge mirror.
“Would you like anything else?” Bailey asked. Stacie turned around to look at
her, seeing Bailey’s eyes glowing.

“No thank you,” Stacie replied with a polite smile,
waiting for her to leave the room.

As soon as Bailey left, Stacie stripped off her clothes
and put on the
babydoll
and crotchless panties. She
toyed with the idea of just wearing these to go up to the room. A powerful jolt
of arousals weakened her knees at the thought. She’d worn that red
babydoll
last weekend and paraded through the club. But
this one had her nipples and pussy on show. And last weekend she’d had about
two bottles of wine inside her. Sober, it was a little different. Picking up
her long winter coat, she covered up her ensemble.

She touched up her makeup and smiled at her reflection,
seeing nothing but excitement in her face at the anticipation of seeing Dan’s
expression.

Stacie headed back to reception. “Everything all right?”
Bailey asked, smiling at her again.

“Yes, wonderful, thanks.” Stacie walked up the stairs
slowly, much as she wanted to run. It would do no good to be all out of breath
and sweaty. With every step down the corridor, Dan was getting closer and Stacie
was getting more turned on.

Stacie knocked on the door. It opened barely a second
later. She walked into the room, deliberately brushing her body past him.

“How did it all go?” he asked, closing the door and
turning to watch her.

Standing with her back to him, Stacie slowly unbuttoned
her coat and let it drop, revealing her outfit.

“It went very well, thank you,” she told him, glancing
over her shoulder to see his reaction. It was quite satisfactory. His eyes
widened and he looked as if his birthday and Christmas had all come at once.

“Wow,” he said, whilst Stacie shot him a naughty smile. She
turned around, revealing her naked nipples, stiff and erect with her arousal.
She was tempted to go straight to him, but the urge to tease came over her and
she shimmied past him to the table, while his jaw dropped to the floor.

The bottle of wine from last night was still in the ice
bucket, although the ice had long since melted. Stacie poured herself a glass and
took a sip. It was a little flat and not as cold as she liked, but it wasn't
bad. He moved closer to her. “Is everything okay?”

“Perfect,” she replied, taking a seat at the table. She
leaned back in the chair and put one foot up on the table, revealing her crotchless
panties. Dan sat on the bed opposite her, staring hard, his tongue was all but hanging
out, while Stacie tried her hardest to act like everything was normal, and that
she was not dressed so naughtily.

“So was your mum pleased to see you?”

“I guess so. You know what, I quite fancy something to
eat,” she told him.

“Like what?” he asked. She wondered if he meant sex or
food.

“Food, I’m starving,” she replied. His face dropped.

“Okay, I’ll get the menu. Do you want to,
er
, eat downstairs, or have something ordered up to here?”
he asked, keeping his eyes very much fixed to her body. Stacie considered going
downstairs dressed like this, as she had considered it in the powder room.

“Here, I think.”

Stacie perused the menu and decided on a light snack,
not wanting to fill herself up if they were going to the ball later. While Dan
ordered for them both over the phone, Stacie lay on the bed, assuming a
seductive posture as Dan turned around. He put the phone down and lay next to
her. “Is everything okay?” he asked again.

“Yes, fine, I was just thinking about the ball,” she
said enjoying tormenting him, acting like everything was perfectly normal.

“I see,” he said, turning on his side. He placed his
hand onto her knee and she promptly moved it away. She wasn't about to allow
him access yet. “Well,” he went on, a little nonplussed. “The dress code is
formalwear. I have sorted a gown out for you. It starts at eight.”

“Can I have sex with other people?” she asked, watching
his face keenly, wondering what his reaction would be.

His face was impassive. “If you want to, that’s totally
up to you.”

Stacie didn’t answer, not wanting him to know she wasn't
that keen on having sex with others. Whatever went on tonight she would still
have Dan tomorrow. “What will you be doing?”

“When?” he asked, sounding unsure.

“Tonight.”

“Probably fantasising about you all night.”

“Really?” she replied, stretching out her body and
watching Dan’s reaction. He leaned over to her and put his hand onto her
stomach. Stacie picked it up and placed it back on his abdomen. As he reached
out to her again, a knock came at the door. She rolled off the bed, and went to
answer it. She was reaching her hand out to open the door, when she remembered
what she was wearing. Glancing down, her nipples were erect and on show, and
her crotchless panties didn’t cover much. A
frisson
of excitement shot through her pussy. She’d had sex naked in front of a room
full of people last week. She could certainly open the door to a stranger with
her boobs on show.

Stacie opened the door. Bailey was outside, pushing a
trolley with their food order on it. Her eyes widened and her gaze flicked up
and down Stacie’s body. “Thank you,” Stacie said, pulling the trolley into the
room.

“No problem,” Bailey said to Stacie’s breasts.

Stacie smiled and shut the door. She pulled the trolley
over to the table and set the food up. A discreet glance showed Dan watching
her constantly.

The food ready, Stacie sat at the table, one foot up on
the opposite chair. Dan’s eyes got wider and he licked his lips.

“Is something the matter?” she asked him. He stared at
her without saying a word. Stacie picked up her sandwich and began eating,
taking small bites and chewing delicately. “What do you think of Bailey?” she
asked, curious. He didn’t answer for a second, clearly distracted.

“Um, Bailey?” He shrugged. “She’s just the
receptionist.”

“Does she ever get involved in the activities in this
place?”

“Not that I’ve seen. She keeps to herself.”

Stacie could tell Dan wasn't interested in talking about
Bailey. She pulled a few bits off her sandwich and ate them, closing her legs
and crossing them at the knee. Dan stood up abruptly.

“I think I will have a shower.”

“But you had one a few hours ago,” she said.

Nonetheless, he stood up, making his way to the
bathroom. Looking at Stacie, rather than where he was going, he reached out for
a door handle that wasn't there, as the door was already open, and almost fell
into the bathroom. Stacie turned her head to cover a giggle. She was enjoying
this.

She heard the bathroom door close and smiled to herself.
When he came out, she planned on giving him even more of a treat.

She finished off the rest of her sandwich and headed
over to the end of the bed, deciding to wait for him, wanting to give him an
even bigger mind blowing image. She never thought that seeing him in despair, desperate
to touch her in any way possible, could turn her on so much. The power was
intoxicating. She positioned her bottom on the bed lifting her feet up so they
were just on the edge of bed, then widened her thighs and began to slowly toy
with her clitoris. She sucked in her breath in a gasp as she touched her folds
of flesh, already slick and wet.

She dipped her finger in her vagina and drew it out
gleaming with her juices. Stacie placed her finger in her mouth, tasting herself,
enjoying the taste. She covered her fingers in spit, and then lathered her
clitoris. Her nerve endings buzzed with sensitivity. She would never have
thought that dressing up could make her so horny.

As one hand played down below, Stacie brought her other
hand up to pinch her nipple, causing it to harden. She felt an answering quiver
in her pussy, as if the two were directly connected. She again slid her fingers
over the folds of flesh, inserting her fingers deeply into her pussy, hearing
the moist sounds, wishing Dan was out here watching her toying with herself.
Stacie circled her fingers inside her vagina, letting herself cry out with
delight, afraid that if Dan didn’t show up soon he would miss the show. She
took her fingers out of her juicy pussy, using her moisture to lubricate and torment
her folds of delicate flesh.

Suddenly, Stacie heard the bathroom door open. She
twisted her head round to see Dan standing at the bathroom door, quirking an
eyebrow at the view. He walked over to stand in front of her.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, dropping his towel to
reveal a stiff cock, rearing up and ready to go.

“That’s naughty,” she told him.

“And what you’re doing isn’t?”

“No,” she replied, removing her fingers from her sodden
pussy, placing them into her mouth to lick off her own juices.

He reached out for her, but she rolled away again,
slipping off the bed to wander over to the table. A knock came at the door.
They both looked at each other. Neither moved to answer it.

“Are you going to get it?” she asked him.

He sighed, obviously not keen, with other things on his
mind. He picked up his towel and was about to wrap it round his waist when
Stacie called out, “Naked!” He turned around, glaring at her, but she just shot
him a cheesy smile. “I’m the boss, remember. You have to do what I want.”

Stacie made sure she got into a good position to watch. Another
knock sounded round the room as Dan walked over to the door. Surprisingly shy,
he hid his body around the door as he answered it. Stacie cracked up laughing.

“Hello Dan. Sorry, am I disturbing you?”

It was Angel’s voice. “No, please come in,” Stacie called
out, modestly putting her knees together. For some reason, this whole scenario was
turning her on, very much so. Angel appeared, and Stacie noticed the way Angel
stared at Dan, evidently surprised to see him stark naked and ready for action.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” said Angel. “I’ve
come to see if Stacie’s report is ready. I can come back if you prefer.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll sort it for you,” he replied,
looking at Stacie for approval. She inclined her head in the affirmative.

“Would you like to join me in a glass of wine?” Stacie said
to Angel.

“Yes, I would love to,” she replied, approaching the
table and sitting down. Stacie stood up and poured them both a glass. “That’s a
really sweet outfit.”

“Thank you,” Stacie replied, handing Angel her glass.
Stacie noticed Dan going for his towel again. “No, you can do the report
naked,” she commanded him, finding the whole experience exhilarating.

Dan turned around, displaying a massive erection. Stacie
began to think maybe it wasn’t such a good idea but, with Angel being the boss,
she was sure she had seen it before. As the girls had taken both chairs, Dan
sat down on the bed, attempting to write his report.

“So, Stacie,” Angel said, looking directly at Dan. “How
are you getting on at Desires?”

“It’s very interesting. I have to admit I had my doubts,
but I’m glad I made the decision to come back,” Stacie replied, widening her
legs, allowing Dan to see her pussy.

“Wonderful, I am so pleased. Are you both coming to the
ball this evening?”

“Dan?” Stacie said.

He looked up anxiously. “I can’t see why not. I have a
stunning dress for her,” he replied, then turned back to writing the report.

“I am pleased to hear it. It should be a good night. Will
you try out the other rooms today?”

“I think there will be enough excitement in this room.”
Stacie told her, staring hard at Dan as he struggled to concentrate on the
report.

“Yes, I can see.”

“I’ve finished, Angel,” Dan said, holding out the report.

Angel downed her wine and stood up, taking it from him.
“Well, have fun, children,” she said, then left the room.

They both sat staring at one another.

“What are you playing at, Stacie?” Dan said eventually.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You come here, dressed like that,
then you won’t let me touch you. You make me do that report naked, in front of Angel,
while you both sit staring at me. What’s going on?”

“What do you think is going on?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

“Maybe I realised that I’m tired of the man being in
charge all the time. Maybe I want a bit of control. I’m paying you to do what I
want, right?”

“Right.”