Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free Page B

dress rested loosely on her hips, and the skirt flared out with the hemline sitting just below midthigh. Angel added a black belt with silver studs and a red tulle petticoat that peeked out about an inch below the hem of the dress. She managed to find a pair of sheer stockings which didn’t have a hole in them, and she wore her platform, knee-high boots just for added fun.
    Cute . Angel was happy with the reflection she saw in the mirror.
    Conscious of the time, Angel ran her fingers through her long curls, grabbed her bag and the jewellery from the table, and headed to the train station. Angel intended to have some fun, and if she was lucky, she may even manage to reacquaint herself with some old friends or make some new ones. Arriving in the city about half past six, she made her way from the station, along the familiar and unchanged back streets until she reached the main drag of the “naughty district,” as she liked to call it. Not much had changed from what she could see. The main clubs and strip joints were still in play, although it was too early for any of them to appear tempting to enter. She made her way up the street to the shopping area, passing both new and familiar eateries along the way. Wandering through the eclectic range of fashion and sex shops, Angel bumped into a few people she had known from three years ago. The general consensus appeared to be an acceptance that she had moved interstate and just not said good-bye. Angel found their assumptions strange, but it was easier to agree that was what had happened, rather than having to explain the truth.
    As she walked down the side street leading to Bundy’s Pawn Brokers, Angel walked straight into Jig. He flung his arms around her so hard she thought for a second that she might snap in half. Jig had been the life of her party days because he was funny and always made her laugh. But, more than that, he tried his best to look out for her. Jig was a tall, youthful-looking man, and like Angel, he was in his thirties, although Angel wasn’t sure whether he was in the mid or late portion of the decade. He still had the spiked, black hair she remembered, but he now had it tipped purple. He was dressed totally in black and still maintained the striking physique he always had. Angel always said she would be more than happy to sleep with him, if females had been his preference. Unfortunately for her, men were Jig’s thing. He was the epitome of the saying that all the good men were either married or gay.
    Jig was on his way to work, so Angel agreed to come and eat at the local café he managed. Nuts was a semivegetarian café that served the most amazing food, and it wasn’t far from The Dungeon, a club that Angel used to hang out at. If she decided to drop into the club for old time’s sake, then she would be nice and close to do so. Jig promised he would reserve a table for her and she could arrive whenever she was finished shopping. After a quick hug and kiss good-bye, Angel continued down to the pawn shop she hoped would take the jewellery off her hands.
    Bundy’s was owned by an eccentric, old transvestite. Chocolate, as the owner like to be called, had once been one of the main attractions at the street’s les girls club. Now he owned the fanciest pawn shop Angel had ever seen. Chocolate was tall and wearing heels that made him tower over most people. He was slender and liked to dress in the glamour style of the fifties era movies with Jayne Mansfield and Elizabeth Taylor being his two favourite movie goddesses to emulate.
    “Oh, my Lord.” Chocolate’s shrill voice echoed through the store as Angel walked through the door. “It’s a ghost. No wait it’s my little Angel.”
    “Hi, Chocolate.” Angel felt herself blush as everyone in the store turned to look at her.
    Chocolate gushed over Angel, planting kisses on each cheek before spinning her around a smacking her firmly on the arse.
    “Ouch.” Angel rubbed the sting on her behind.
    “Where