The Love Of Money - Episode 291
29-08-25 (20:32)
The lawyer reached out and placed her fingers on
Bobbi’s jaw, directing the younger woman to look at
her as she softly said, “Tell me, pet. Tell me how much
you missed my taste.” She inched closer. “Tell me how
much you missed the feel of my lips on yours.” Seeing
Helen tease Bobbi with their mouths hovered ever so
close to each other was hot enough, but the look on
the sub’s face and the feel of her fingernails digging into
my skin where' she grasped my shoulders were
evidence of how turned on Bobbi was. On top of that,
she practically had a faucet running between her legs…
I’d never seen her so wet. If she denied missing Helen,
she was simply a liar, and I’d make sure she was
punished for lying to her mistress.
“It’s okay, pet,” Helen said. “You can—”
Before Helen could say anything else, Bobbi doubled
over on me, burying her face in my neck for the first
time as she began convulsing in my arms, letting a
loud, guttural cry escape through clenched teeth as her
nails continued to dig deeper into my shoulders. I
simply held her against me, churning in and out of her
as she came in my lap, avoiding answering the
question altogether.
Half a heartbeat later, I sunk my teeth into the tender
flesh of the woman in my arms as I came deep within
her womb, grinding our groins against each other as we
both came simultaneously. Our very cores throbbed in
tune as we clung to each other as if we were debris
being tossed about by waves of pure, orgasmic chaos.
Time, space… everything was lost as wave after wave
of bliss crashed over us. God… sex had no right to be
this good.
I don’t know how long we stayed in that position,
clinging to each other, Bobbi’s crotch glued to mine, and
my hard cock speared deep within her. Eventually, I felt
delicate fingers run gently over my back and warm
breath on my ear. “Fuck, baby, that was beautiful to
watch.”
Only then did I realize my eyes were clenched shut,
and my teeth were still locked over Bobbi’s shoulder. I
slowly opened them and released my hold on the
kitten, feeling her slip free from my grasp as she fell on
her back to the floor. I fell against the side of the bed
and into Helen’s awaiting arms—she still lay on her
stomach at the edge of the bed.
“Ughhh,” was all I could manage as I nuzzled into Helen
while riding my post-sex dopamine high.
I felt her tender lips kiss my temple as she softly said,
“I hope that doesn’t mean you’re through already.”
Opening my eyes, I cast them up toward her and
caught her smiling down at me, our faces so close they
were nearly brushing.
“We have some lost time to make up for,” Helen said.
“Besides… I hear you were waiting for me before
enjoying the rest of what our little pet has to offer. I’d
certainly like to see it.”
It was going to be a long night.
Friday 6:42 am
Maybe the foursome with Erin, Helen, and Bobbi had
energized me. Perhaps it was the fact that I was on
cloud nine after banishing Roger VanCamp from his
office, turning his partners against him, and taking his
wife. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing the
vacation home I’d inherited from my grandfather.
Whatever it was… something had compelled me to
wake up before seven in the morning without any
desire to go back to sleep.
Upon waking, I was aware of a body curled up on me.
The weight and dimensions led me to think it was Erin,
but I was surprised to see a tangle of honey-brown hair
spread across my chest and a fair arm lying across me.
Bobbi was curled up at my side, clinging to me like a
lover. I knew she would be absolutely disgusted if she
woke up and found herself in that position.
Spooned up behind her was Helen’s tall, lithe form, her
arm wrapped around Bobbi’s middle as she held the
submissive close. The sight was a palpable concoction
of adorable and sexy.
I reached out and gently ran my fingers through Helen’s
blonde hair as I stared at them both. Looking in that
direction put my nose in proximity to Bobbi’s head; the
faint scent of some kind of moisturizer mixed with a
whiff of morning breath impressed upon me just how
real this situation was… how real these women were. I
spent the next five minutes stroking Helen’s head and
staring at the pair of them, dwelling on the things I
could do with them—and to them… but also on the
responsibilities I had toward them. I let the weight of
those thoughts settle over me, enjoying the feeling of
having them to care for. It was almost as enjoyable as
what they could do with their bodies.
Eventually, though, I decided to slowly slide out of bed,
trying to disturb the two sleeping beauties as little as
possible. Bobbi stirred a little but didn’t seem to come to
full consciousness. Instead, she turned and settled her
face into Helen’s bosom while the older woman pulled
her tighter and muttered something unintelligible.
Satisfied that they would remain asleep, I slipped on
some sweatpants and a T-shirt before leaving the room
with my phone in hand. There had been a third person
to fall asleep with me, but she’d been nowhere' to be
found, and she was the one I needed to talk to so that
we could make preparations to leave for the Catskills
today.
On my way to the kitchen to make some coffee, I
checked my phone and found a few messages. Richie
messaged me to ask if he could visit me next week,
and Dillon invited me to a party this weekend, which I
had to decline.
I also found a message from Charity. Hey Marcus, if the
offer is still on the table, I’ll take that job. When do you
want me to start?
I texted her back immediately. Hey, Charity. The offer’s
still open. I’ll have an apartment prepped for you. I’d
like you to start as soon as you’re ready. Don’t bother
packing. Just hire some people to pack and move all
your stuff and send me the bill. Let me know when you
want to fly out, and we’ll get you a ticket.
I wore a shit-eating grin as I entered the kitchen to
make coffee, only to find a pot was already made, the
smell of caffeinated beans and chicory wafting through
the air even though no one was around. It looked
relatively fresh, so I poured a cup and started to doctor
it as I checked the rest of my messages. There was
another one from Jessica, informing me that she was
almost done packing, had received an airline ticket, and
confirmed that she had Erin’s instructions on getting into
her apartment.
Coffee in hand, I did a little more wandering around the
apartment until I found Erin in the gym with Tara. The
two of them were dressed similarly—lycra pants that
molded to their perfect asses and sports bras that held
their breasts firmly in place and left plenty of midriff
available for my eyes to feast on. They even had their
hair pulled back in similar ponytails.
Erin had a fine sheen of sweat coating her arms and
neck, subtly reflecting the overhead lighting as they
seemed to rest between workouts. They were talking
at a volume too low for me to make out and stood so
close together that they were clearly invading each
other’s personal space.
My assistant must have said something funny because
Tara giggled, her torso inching closer to Erin’s body so
that their faces were inches apart. I sipped my coffee
and idly watched as the personal trainer, still laughing
at whatever Erin had said, lightly touched Erin on the
arm, her fingertips tracing along its length and lingering
a little longer than seemed reasonable.
I was reluctant to interrupt whatever was happening,
but continuing to spy on them felt creepy, so I walked
into the gym.
“Morning,” I said with a sigh. I might have awakened
without the need for an alarm, but that didn’t mean I
was suddenly a morning person.
Tara immediately stepped away from Erin as she
turned to look at me, her hands clasped behind her
back. She didn’t look guilty, but there was something in
how she held her shoulders that suggested she was a
little uncomfortable with me catching her like that.
“Morning, sir,” she said in that musical Australian accent.
“Didn’t expect you up so early.”
“Me either,” Erin said. Unlike my personal trainer, she
didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that I’d walked in
on them, which was unsurprising. I had no reason to
distrust Erin, and she knew my wishes. If she was
flirting with the lesbian, I was sure she knew what she
was doing.
“Gotta get my workout in before we leave for the
weekend,” I said, placing my coffee on a table.
“I’m a little surprised you’re interested in a session at
all,” Erin said. “Not after the workout we gave you last
night.”
“Workout?” Tara asked, eyebrows arched inquiringly.
“Yeah. Marcus had a good day at work yesterday.
Made an acquisition, so Bobbi and I helped him
celebrate last night. Then we did it again.” She grinned.
“Then we took a shower and did it again.”
“Christ,” Tara said, both eyebrows arched this time.
“Sounds like quite the night.”
“Hope you’ll take pity and go easy on me this morning,”
I said.
Tara turned to look at me, her eyes positively green
with envy, and I had the feeling she was devising
workouts that would border on defying the Geneva
Conventions. “Sorry, sir. You don’t pay me to take it
easy on you.”
“Well, fuck,” I threw my hands up, only half-kidding.
“Sorry, boss,” Erin said with a Cheshire grin as she
approached me. “I guess you’re just in for a world of
hurt this morning.”
She placed her hands on my arm, slowing but not
stopping, and I sensed she was preparing to leave.
“Wait… where' are you going?”
“I’m gonna get Camille started on breakfast, then wake
Helen and the kitten up.”
“Wake them up, how?” I asked, but her bright eyes
twinkled in mischief, and I already knew the answer to
that question.
“I glanced at Tara. “No offense, but I want to work out
with Erin this morning.”
Tara shrugged and said, “Hey, you’re the boss. Can’t
exactly argue with you… or blame you, really.”
“No,” Erin said as she drew close enough that I felt her
body lightly brush mine. “Get a good resistance session
in. There’ll be plenty of time for cardio this weekend.”
She sealed that promise with a kiss, placing a hand on
the back of my head to draw my face to hers. It wasn’t
superheated like so many of the ones I’d received last
night; this was more of the kiss a lover would give
another first thing in the morning. Her lips remained soft
and pliant under mine, and her tongue teased lightly
against my mouth, brushing it with gentle caresses
without invading.
She pulled away and bit her lip. Despite the kiss’s
gentle caress, there was nothing but dark heat
flickering in her eyes—flirting with Tara had obviously
gotten her engine going.
“Tara,” she said and then looked over at my trainer.
“Don’t break him, okay? We’re gonna need him in one
piece this weekend.” She reached down and ran her
fingers lightly over the newly formed erection in my
pants before giving it a single, firm squeeze.
“No promises,” Tara said, her tone dry.
My assistant pouted at her but didn’t respond. She gave
me one more peck on the lips.
“Tell Camille I won’t be having breakfast here. I’m
taking Danni to brunch. We’re gonna talk,” I said.
Erin’s features grew more solemn as she asked, “Are
you gonna tell her about your conversation with
Natalie?”
“Yeah. I’m going to be completely honest with her.”
“Have you decided?”
“Yeah. I think so.” I said.
She eyed me for a silent moment and then gave me a
knowing smile. “Thanks, Marcus.”
And then she bounced off like the tiny bundle of 5’2”
energy that she was.
“Hell of a woman,” I said, turning to find Tara watching
Erin disappear through the door.
The tip of her tongue was teasing her upper lip. “You’re
telling me,” she finally said as she tore her eyes away
from where' my assistant had vanished. It looked like it
had taken her several seconds to even process what I
said. “Where do I get one like that?”
I could have suggested an arrangement between us in
exchange for access to Erin, but I didn’t want to set that
kind of tone with Tara. For one th
ing, she appeared to be some sort of pet project Erin
was working on, and I didn’t want to get in the way of
whatever she was doing. Second, I liked Tara—she was
cool, funny, and easy to talk to. She was also one of
the most gorgeous women I’d ever met. I didn’t want
to inject something awkward into what felt like the
beginnings of a good relationship. If I wanted that
authoritarian dynamic, one of the three girls in my bed
would scratch that itch. If something happened
between Tara and me, I wanted it to be organic… or as
organic as possible. Erin’s machinations didn’t exactly
strike me as a natural development.
“Tell you what,” I joked. “Go easy on me this morning,
and I’ll talk to Helen. She’s the one who found Erin.”
Tara looked deep in thought as she studied me, but
how she stared suggested she may have been slightly
surprised at my response. Maybe she expected me to
make a pass at her. Was she expecting that? Would
she have accepted my advances with the
understanding that it would lead to my assistant? I’d
assumed she wouldn’t have, but maybe I’d
miscalculated…
Her cupid’s bow lips compressed into a thin line as she
looked me up and down. “No,” she finally said in that
very Australian way that sounded like she was
chewing on the word.
“You’ve got goals, mate. If you want to make ’em,
we’ve got our work cut out. Especially if you’re gonna
be disappearing regularly.” She gave me a broad smile,
“Nice try, though… using a lovely little bird to try and
buy me off. You’ve got my number.”
I hiked my thumb in the direction of Erin’s departure.
“Not so hard when our interests are so aligned. Alright…
let’s get this over with.”
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