Hngel stood there, listening to the music course through her blood. She had been dead inside for so long, that she felt as if, for the first time in years, she were truly alive. Her hips swayed to the heart beat of the rhythm, like it was some vital toxin killing off the deadness inside her. No more pain, fear, guilt, sorrow or mourning.
The painful memories of the past, flooded her mind. Remembering the teasing children, her parents trying to spare her feelings by hiding her, their death, the reemergence back into the real world. No more hiding, she had promised herself, after 18 years she was going to live in the real world. A trip on the shuttle landed her on this moon, in this dark, dingy city. She felt alive and the feelings were like nothing else she experienced before.
Standing in the line, waiting for the manager to decide whom he would sign up for amateur night, Angel prayed she would be picked. Funds was short and the 50 credits offered for dancers, would put a roof over her head and feed her for two days. Spreading her wings slightly she noticed the stares of the bystanders. The manager walked out, saw her and waved her inside, guiding her through a maze to the back room. “So you think you can dance? Hell with those wings all you would have to do is walk down the ramp!” He shoved some papers in front of her and she savagely thrust her thumb into the scanner, not knowing or caring what they said. Shaking her hand he told her his name was Thomas, and that she should have contact with only him.
Now her turn was next. The music would be played for her and her alone. As it started, her body knew what she needed. Dancing out to the center of the stage, she felt the men’s eyes on her. Mesmerized, starring, devouring, wanting, needing, lusting she felt it all, craved it all. Seductively she removed her gown, lowering it off one shoulder slowly then the other, trailing it on the ground, only to throw it over an eager patron’s head. Blood surged through her veins, burning her body in the heat of intense desire, as her body moved with the beat of the music. Her wings fluttered, the audience surprised, gasped in unison. She spread them to their full width, letting them capture the music like they captured the wind.
Seeing Thomas motioning for her to take something off she glanced down at her gloves. Pulling on one finger of the black glove, she started removing it. Her face flushed with the heat inside of her. Using the glove as if it were another hand, she trailed it down her cheek, down her neck and across her cleavage. Spinning the glove over her head several times she flung it into the crowd.
Her breath quickened, the audience’s thoughts blasted at her, causing her desire to rage out of control. Her hips began to grind, as she backed against the pole mounted on the stage. Laying back against the pole, she moved her body up and down it, turning toward it to hold it like a lover. Licking it long and slow as the crowd screamed in jealously. Letting her body straddle it sinking down low, as her body arched to the uncontrollable passion that engulfed her. Emotions from the audience had no words, but the feelings she got from them, told all. As the music began to end, she pulled herself up, holding onto the bar she dipped back letting her wings brush the floor.
The crowd surged as one toward her, she dashed for the curtains. Leaving the bouncers to control the crowd, while she searched for Thomas. Finding him, she saw he was breathing hard, his face was flushed with excitement, his breathing was as ragged as hers. “Come back tomorrow and we will sign you up to a six-month contract.” He gasped as he watched her fold her wings back.
Thomas felt his desire burning like a furnace, he had to have her. His hand came up to touch her arm; she gasped with unbidden desire. His mouth met hers, his tongue danced with hers, in a forbidden tango of lust. He looked at her and his dick throbbed. Her wings, her body so taut and young, had him drooling with desire. She was hot, she knew it and so did he. Out of all the men in the room she had picked him. Now her hand was in his and he was leading her to a back room. Her hand was so small he wanted to reach out and protect her.
As they walked in the storage room, Angel saw a small curtained section hiding a living section, which he deftly guided her to. He needed more than just to touch than her hand. He wanted to slide his tongue over her body, letting it penetrate her warm womanhood, while he rolled his tongue around her pearly button. Scooping her up he carried her to his bed. She reached up and pulled him down giving him a sensuous kiss. He could feel her, ripping at his clothes, she was hot too hot, and ready for him, her kisses betrayed her.
Standing he removed the rest of his clothes and eagerly helped her remove hers. His chin dropped, her breasts were larger than he had thought. The areolas were large, nipples protruding beckoning him to take them. He couldn't stop, he dropped to his knees and held her breast in his hand. The smooth silky softness, the warmth, and the hard nipple drove him to a frenzy. Sucking it, licking it, then wrapping his lips around it, tugging on it till she gasped.
Twisting her around he laid her out on the bed. Spreading her legs, he smiled with delight, she had no hair except on her head, everything else was clean. Gently he licked the outer lips, felling her quiver. Angel smelled like a woman, that clean smell like hollandaise sauce. Carefully he licked her outer lips again, gently letting them part on their own. Her little button was so hard and ready for him, flicking his tongue over it, around it, teasing her. Her moans were like a sex spice to him, driving him on. As his mouth searched out her inner lips, he caught his first taste of her, sticking his tongue in further, her taste intoxicating him further. He placed a finger in her hot wet oven, while his thumb rubbed her sensually heighten sex button. Leaving his mouth free to lick her all over, she went crazy with need, and desire, as his other hand pinched her hard waiting nipple, her gasps and moans filled the air.
Thomas could feel her insides tightening against his finger. Driving it in faster, he could feel the tautness across the rest of her body. Her back arching and her legs clamping down on his hand as the explosion caught her. Grabbing for her, he held her close as she collapsed in his waiting arms, gently he kissed her cheek, vowing never to let her go. He knew she was still a virgin, he wasn’t sure how he was so certain, but it was as if it were engraved on her beautiful body. She had danced like a Gorminan devil were in her, yet she was still not quite a woman. He swore an oath to himself, this was not the time or the place to take her, to claim her as his own, but one day he would.
