Angel Time Ch 05

(It has been a while since we have heard from Angel. To be honest, it was a bit of a time between the last chapter and when I finally was able to see the woman this series was based on. To answer the question, "Angel" is a different woman than "Marcie". It was when I was having a wonderful conversation with her last night that the thought of writing the next chapter fell into place. I respectfully dedicate this chapter as I have this whole series to my special "Angel" as well as all the other angels out there.)

It started as a fool's errand to be honest.

A year ago, I took advantage of a bonus I received from my employer, and I was able to enjoy Angel's attention for a special "birthday present" to myself. It was one reason why Angel and I had that wonderful conversation around that time. It was a very special conversation, one which had to stay within the boundaries of the strip club because that's where we met for that one. Still, it made me feel like the luckiest man on the planet being the center of attention for a young woman such as her. It was in my heart that I wanted to repeat the performance the next year, being that it would be my fiftieth birthday.

During the rest of that year, I had the opportunity a few times to spend time with Angel whether at the coffee shop she would be working at or helping her out at various times during the year. The last time I saw her was after the infamous football bet. It was soon after that I found out she left the coffee place she was working at. Without my favorite barista, the place wasn't the same. So, I never went back.

During those five months, I worked on my goal. I would squirrel away whatever I could to prepare for my birthday. Even though the ideas would run rampant, it would become apparent as I edged near the day what my budget would allow. There was the thought of trying to use the fact it was my "birthday present" to con my way into more. My personal sense of honor wouldn't allow it though.

So, it was the first of the month that my savings showed the amount that it did. Under normal circumstances, it would net me a half hour with my Angel. Thinking ahead of what the weekend would entail, I texted her. I started by asking if she would be at the local club that weekend.

She responded that she would make an appearance for me. I was excited. I texted back if I could reserve her for a certain time which she confirmed. My coworkers were surprised at my sunnier disposition the rest of the day. That night, I had a difficult time sleeping. It felt like Christmas as a kid when I waited for Santa to make his visit.

The next morning, I ran errands for the wife. For the trolls who are reading this, I understand that seeking the companionship of another woman makes me look like a piece of rubbish. I submit to them that I am not the only one for starters. That's one reason most gentleman's clubs and whatnot exist. At the same time, I currently live in a marriage where there is no intimacy. It's a fact of life at times. I do not shove this in her face, nor do I have desires of leaving her because we have things going well where we are taking care of our family and each other, albeit not sexually. Now that the morality tale is over, I will continue.

During the errands, I received a text from Angle that she may need to reschedule. I felt the bottom drop out from under me, but texted back for her to let me know because real life is more important. One of the things about Angel is that besides being a fantasy of mine, she is also my friend, and that portion is more important to me. She sent her thanks before I went on with my day, albeit worried about her in the process.

It was after dinner that I texted her to double check on her. Not expecting an answer, I went back to my private time before I received a text back. It read that I was at the club now if I wanted to visit. After feeding my wife an excuse for me to go out, I headed to the club.

I was dressed in a pair of sweatpants, a matching hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. Like Angel taught me with one of my earlier dances, I remembered that. I entered the parking lot, and the venue was still quiet. This didn't make sense in my mind because it was a payday weekend. I quickly texted Angel to let her know I was there before I left the car. I walked in the door with identification ready. The gentleman at the front started talking about how there were a bunch of girls ready. I remember that I told him that I was there to see my friend. It was at that moment when Angel walked towards where I was.

Time stood still for a moment. Even though the lights were down, I still saw her smile. Her hair was longer since the last time I saw her in person. I was spellbound before she sauntered forward. I believe my smile was larger than ever. It was then I found my voice.

"Hello, Angel," I said.

The host replied," Looks like your friend found you. You two have a great time."

She took my hand and led me to the VIP area. I started to empty my pockets as she was putting her stuff on a nearby table. Before I sat down, I opened my arms and felt her press against me before I hugged her. The rest of the time was spent between grinds talking about everything. I could detail almost every movement, but the big thing was that I was lost in her. We talked about old times together and how our children were doing. Just having her with me felt dynamic, like my world was complete. There was one last hug before the time was up.

The last thing I told her was reminding her that I was only a call or text away if she felt like talking. As I slipped into my car to drive away, I felt like everything I did was what I needed.

The reminder I want to share with you, the reader, is that everyone in service industries works hard. Whether it's the person making your coffee or the person making your cock hard as they grind on it, they all deserve respect. Angel is a wonderful person. It's not just her body, but it's her being one hundred a cool person.