Angel Chapter 9

Angel Jones had been working as a teller at the big London bank for over a year, and her duties had become almost routine to her. It didn't seem like a rut, because she enjoyed her work, and it paid well enough to meet her needs. She enjoyed a good relationship with her fellow tellers, mostly attractive young women, and even derived a certain amount of amusement from Mr. Baker, their lecherous supervisor. Angel saw no harm in his attempts to fondle her bum and her breasts. There were times his persistence became a bit annoying, but mostly his efforts were harmless, and she accepted them.

The lovely, young T-girl no longer needed the reassurances of her femininity, having had that established by her frequent and highly enjoyable sexual escapades with the men in her life. However, she also remembered when she did need those reassurances, and Mr. Baker had been one of those providing them. Although Angel was fully aware that his actions were strictly for his own jollies, that residual feeling of gratitude was enough for her to refrain from making any official complaint about his attentions. Unwanted they may have been, but they were tolerable, and she saw no benefit to making a fuss.

Her most regular and frequent sex partners were Harold Carpenter, who lived in the flat next to her, Rocky, the former star rugby player and Kenny, from the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. All of them had shared some great times with Angel, both in and out of bed, and there had been others, mostly men she had met at the GLBTA. She relished what went on between her and all of those men, even when it turned out to be something less than fully satisfactory. Although she had changed from being a tall, gawky teenage boy to a truly beautiful and graceful young woman, Angel had the same powerful sex drive as a young man, and wanted to fuck and suck at least every weekend, and whenever she could in-between.

On this particular Friday, Angel was feeling even hornier than usual.