The night was young and the club was being invaded by those yearning to display what they had. As I looked down from my office overlooking the entire club, my phone rings:
"What is it Marcus?"
"I'm sorry to disturb Mistress Angel, but there is someone on hold that needs to speak with you urgently."
"Who is on the other line, Marcus?"
"He says that he is a rep. of Kevin Richardson, one of the singers of Backstreet Boys." Marcus says quickly.
"Put him through. Thank you Marcus. See me before you go this night."
"Yes, Mistress Angel."
The line quickly switches....
"Good evening, this is Angel, the owner of the Haven. How can I help you?" I say coolly and briefly.
"HI! This is John and I am as I said before Kevin Richardson's rep and he is interested to know whether or not you have a VIP room in where he can relax and enjoy the atmosphere," he said rather hastily.
"Of course. There is also an alternative entrance to the club if he wants to use it instead of the main entrance."
"That would be great! I know he will have a good time there."
"So when am I going to expect him?"
"Around midnight."
"That is a good time, my best DJ is on then. I will have my assistant meet you around the back of the club and he can enter there."
"That sounds great. Thank you."
"Till then. Goodbye."
I hung the phone and thong was getting wet knowing that Kevin was going to be here in my club and under my watchful eye.
Midnight was nearing. Marcus was outside the back with two additional security guards, just in case. I watched carefully from above as he got out of his limo and entered.
He was lead into the VIP room which was nearly at the opposite to where my office was. I had cameras and microphones everywhere. I have televisions and vcrs recording almost everything that goes on within my club. Many a times have Marcus and I watched people fucking in the restrooms, by the walls, and even in the boths in far back. I have always been aroused by watching others fuck like wild animals. I was watching go through the maze of doorways. He looked incredible with his leather pants huggin his legs and his ass. His shirt was tight enough to show that he has been working out. Those hands. I felt my pussy getting hotter and more wet with each thought.
"Mistress Angel?"
I was rudely interupted by Marcus.
"I'm sorry for interupting, but Mr. Richardson would lke to meet you for drinks and to also show a little appreciation for the discretion."
"I will be down momentarily, I need to wrap up a few things." I said as fingeing my moist satin thong."
"Yes, Mistress."
I walked into the back part of my office to wear I have bedroom. I looked at my closet and searched through my clothes and picke out the sexist and the most sensual. I had to also change panties. I choose the thinniest and the smoothest.
As I changend, I felt my hot and wet pussy. I wanted to get my dildo out rub it down so bad, but I restrained myself. There was a gentleman waiting for me in the other room.
Marcus opened the door for me. As I walked in the room all eyes were on me. My red hair was up and a few curls were dangling down. My halter top was bearly haning on by a string. My midriff was exposed and so was my back. My long skirt went down all the way down to the floor and the slits on both sides went all the up to my hips to where the skirt was closed.
Kevin was standing there breathless, and whatever conversation he had with whomever it was, was apparently over. The photos published of him did no justice. He was abosolutely gorgeous. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there. My fresh pair of panties were getting soaked by the thought of his hands rubbing me and groaping me.
Marcus hands me my drink as Kevin is walking towards me. I take a deep breath and...
"Hello, you must be the beautiful Angel that runs this club." He says to me so cooly and calm like.
"I am in deed Angel, I hope everything went smoothly."
