(The Angel in my "Ode to an Angel" story is the inspiration for the character here. This is a fabrication, but something I'd love to have happen. )
Angel and I were spending our lunch hour together. It was at that time that I told her about the article I wrote about her. Her beautiful eyes were looking at me and melting me as she smiled at me.
"Did people read it?" she asked.
"They did," I responded.
She gave a hearty laugh before she asked the next question.
"So, these folks read a story about me even though we never fucked or did more than you getting a lap dance from me?" she asked.
I looked at her and smiled back.
"Yes. It was about you as a person, not as a sex machine. I wanted folks to realize that the pretty girls they see on the different social media sites were worthy of respect."
She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
'You always take care of me, Daddy," she whispered before watching me blush.
She knew every time she said that she would get the same reaction from me. It was one of the ways she would pick on me. We continued to enjoy our time together before I started again.
"Are you working today?"
She looked at me and smiled.
"I start at eleven. No reservations for four hours though. Wanna come through?"
I looked at my phone in my bank account and saw I had some spare cash.
"How long and what time?"
She smiled again and whispered the price. I sent the amount on the cash app and smiled back at her. She looked at me with questioning in her eyes.
"Are you sure you can?"
"Angel, if I didn't want to, I wouldn't," I smiled back.
She looked at me and smiled again before she kissed me on the forehead.
"See you in an hour, Daddy," she whispered before turning and walking out of the coffee shop.
I watched her behind swaying as she walked away. I was wondering how lucky I was to get her as a friend. I finished off my coffee and went to keep busy for a little while before I headed towards the club. The club was quiet since it was still early. I was able to find a parking space. I texted Angel before walking in. I paid the cover charge and walked inside.
There she was, slipping onto stage to dance in her dark colored top and bottoms with matching shoes. After I paid, I walked in and sat down to watch her. Angel, for those who don't know her, has black hair that is cut in a bob like style. She has a slender body that has tattoos of different types. She also has a gorgeous pair of breasts that were hiding behind a black top that clipped on the front and a pair of matching panties. Her heels were a pair of black ones that I knew she recently acquired. And of course, her smile was flawless. She saw me and smiled at me before she slipped off stage.
"Hi, Daddy," she said matter-of-factly since the club was mostly empty except for a few other dancers and the gentleman who took my cover.
I followed her to the VIP area of the club. Unlike some that we read about in stories; this one doesn't have individual rooms for everyone. Instead, it's an area that's separated out where the girls do their special dances. Having had a few dances from Angel before, I already knew what she was going to do, or so I thought. She led me to a far corner before she had me sit on the leather seat. She stood over me as she put her phone on the chair next to us before she sat on my knee. She first placed her hand on my chest.
