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?"