Angels Bleed (Fallen Angels Book 1) by Max Hardy Page A

emotions that had been dormant for such a long time, since before Hannah died, started to nip at me, reminding me that as much as my mind had put me on the shelf, my libido hadn’t!’
    ‘It was strange watching the reactions of the girls as our ‘entertainment’ started.  As far as I knew they were all heterosexual and they all knew I was gay.  No one walked out in disgust, and everyone took it in the manner it was meant, a Hen Party Experience, but I could tell in the expressions of one or two that this was a bit more than fun.  I could see the sexual chemistry simmering in their eyes, could empathise because I was feeling it too.  Destiny was our ‘entertainment’ and for the next hour she danced for us, slowly and seductively stripping as she did, ensuring that she spent more time with the Hen, but paying attention to everyone.  She was never overbearing, and would always ask, ‘Would you like to….’ before the girls interacted with her.  A few needed encouragement, but with the drink and the pot that started to be freely smoked, eventually everyone at some point had Destiny in their hands, stroking her thighs, squeezing her tight buttocks, gently caressing her breasts, some even tweaking her nipples.  It was honestly a giggle and I don’t mind admitting to being seriously aroused.’ 
    ‘Was that a pun in there Rebecca?’ asked Dr Hanlon.
    Rebecca laughed, ‘Oh Doc, I am glad it’s not mine.  It’s what Destiny would say throughout the evening as one or another of us was touching her.  My eyes were wandering the room, people watching during Destiny’s dances, and I couldn’t help noticing that some of the ‘entertainment’ would take individual ladies away to a side entrance.  Occasionally the odd single woman would go through the entrance too.  Intrigued, I went to see what was going on under the premise of going for a wee.  As I approached the entrance, which was draped in a black curtain with diamante sparkling from it in the dim light, another stunning hostess on the door smiled at me and asked, ‘Would Madame like to watch?  We have some free spaces.’  Not really knowing what she meant, I nodded, and she directed me to bay number six, which was highlighted by a subdued light in the gloomy corridor beyond the entrance, as were a row of numbers, up to twenty.  I thanked her and made my way down towards number six.  The Jazz began to fade as I walked down the corridor, to be replaced by subdued moans and groans.  I reached number six and went through another black diamante curtain, behind which was a small purple velour chaise lounge, edged with brass buttons, facing a black wall with a window in it which was eye height to the sofa.  It was even gloomier in the confined space and it took a second or two for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark and make out what was through the window as I sat down.’
    ‘There was a small room, the flicker of candles chasing shadow ghosts up the deep red walls.  The whole floor space was taken up by a large bed which was festooned with pillows, cushions and throws.  In amongst them I could see the gently writhing limbs of two women, totally naked, making love.  One was on her back, her legs spread wide while the second was between her thighs, head right up to her shaven mound, tongue quickly flicking over her clitoris which was exposed and hard.  She stopped for a second and both of them looked toward me and smiled, mouthing the word ‘Enjoy’ simultaneously before the second woman went back down on her lover.  Every single part of me was alight at this point, my body tingling with the eroticism I felt watching two beautiful women in front of me pleasuring each other.  I started to touch myself as I devoured their lovemaking, stroking fingers over my breasts through my dress, snaking striations down my stomach, to my own point of pleasure, which was aching with the desire to be touched, to be stroked, to be caressed.  I did just