The Love Of Money - Episode 35
26-07-25 (13:44)
She cocked another eyebrow at me as her thumb
stroked my cheek lovingly, "Does that mean I have the
job?"
Every ounce of me wanted to say yes.
"I think... I need to talk to Helen, but I really like you."
Feeling strange about continuing to sit while she
hovered over me, I stood out of my chair. Silence filled
the room as we stared into each others' eyes. Her gaze
eventually dropped to my lips once more, giving me the
impression again that she really wanted to kiss me. I
wanted that too.
"I like you too, Mr. Upton. I hope to hear from you
soon."
She turned and made her way to the door. She paused
with her hand on the knob and looked back at me,
giving me one more smoldering look before she opened
the door and disappeared through it, looking just as
professional as she did when she arrived.
I took a deep breath and attempted to cool the hell off.
I'd just had my world rocked.
The door opened and I tensed, thinking it was my next
interview, but it was Helen. She slipped in and gave me
a smile as she shut the door behind her.
"Well? What did you think of Bella?"
"God, Helen. Where do start?"
"I take it the interview went well?" She said with a
smirk
"She took her shirt off, blew me, and swallowed my
load."
Helen pursed her lips, "A bit strong for a first meeting."
"I'll say," said and took a deep breath. "Is she really as
qualified as she claims?"
Helen nodded, "Top of her class in Oxford. Perfect GPA.
Graduated with honors in business administration. She
speaks five languages. She's also extremely bisexual."
That gave me a moment's pause. What was the
difference between bisexuality and extreme bisexuality?
Helen interrupted my thoughts, "What are you
thinking?"
"Send the other two away?" I suggested. "Isn't this a
no-brainer?"
Helen rolled her eyes, "Are you sure, Marcus? Without
even interviewing the other two? With the right fit, this
could be one of the most important people in your life. I
really think you should talk to all of them."
I hesitated, "Do you really think it'll make a difference?
Bella literally sucked me off."
Helen approached the desk and leaned forward,
pressing her palms on the surface. It gave me the
perfect view down her shirt and-just like with Bella - I
couldn't help but give it a few glances.
"I hand-picked all three of these women myself,
Macus," she said, her voice low and husky. "I really
think you should at least talk to all three of them first.
Don't you trust me to take care of you by now?"
Did she really have my best interest in mind? Was one
of the others her top pick? Why would she choose
three for me to Interview this morning if she had
someone specific in mind? Surely she knew that if
presented me with a single candidate - especially one
like Bella - I would have likely approved without a
second thought.
Sometimes, Helen felt manipulative, but she'd given me
no real reason to not trust her, and every reason to
take her advice seriously. I was paying her enough,
after all.
Finally, I nodded. "Alright. Send in the next one. I'll
interview the other two."
"You won't regret it," Helen purred, straightening up and
turning back to the door.
"I don't see that it'll matter though," said as she
retreated. "I can't imagine the other two could do any
more to impress me than what Bella just did. I took a
sip of the coffee Vikram had brought me.
"There's anal," Helen casually threw over her shoulder
as she disappeared through the door. I nearly spit my
coffee back in my cup as I tried to fight a laugh.
Ten Minutes Later...
"And you would be fine being on call twenty-four-
seven?"
I looked up from Naomi's resume and the impressive
array of credentials that it displayed. She had full lips
colored a shade of crimson that kept attracting my
gaze, and I wondered what they would feel like around
my cock and if her lipstick would smear along its shaft
the way Bella's did.
Quickly dispelling the thought, I focused on her
strikingly blue eyes. Bella had done me a huge service
by blowing me... it'd given me a bit more clarity with
this interview since Mount Marcus wasn't on the verge
of eruption anymore. Plaguing her interview with a
haze of sexual fervor and then giving me a clear head
to actually judge the rest based more on their merits
alone had probably been Bella's plan all along, and it
seemed to be working.
Naomi was gorgeous, with a pale complexion that
contrasted
wonderfully with her dark eye liner and complemented
her copper-
brown hair. She was a little closer to Helen's age and
exuded an
Impressively strong personality that paired well with
the milf vibes
she was giving off. She didn't seem to have quite the
submissive
streak or overt sexuality Bella had displayed, but I got
the
impression she wasn't trying to manipulate me the way
my
previous interviewee had. She'd answered every
question directly
and had remained professional the entire time, and
there was
something to really appreciate about that.
"Of course. It's part of the job de***********jon. I have
on-site care for my son, so I would be available to
meet any of your needs."
I'd just glanced down at her resume again, but that
final phrase drew my attention. Her smile was
completely devoid of any Implication the way Bella's
had been, and I couldn't be sure if she'd Insinuated
anything in the way she'd phrased her last sentence.
She had a child, which shouldn't have mattered if it
didn't affect her job, but something about hiring a
mother felt strange to me. It could have been due to
the fact that I was conducting an interview while
wearing traces of the last interviewee's lipstick on my
dick.
Regardless, she was extremely qualified. Her answers
implied that I would never need anything... that she
would strive to take initiative in everything and
anticipate all my needs as much as possible without
actually being a psychic. Naomi informed me that she
had a no-tolerance policy for inefficiency and stupidity
and
promised that if I hired her she would add years to my
life just
from how much time and effort she would save me.
"Thank you Naomi. I think that answers all my
questions. I'll review all of this with Helen and we will
let you know something by the end of the day."
"Of course, Mr. Upton." Naomi smiled, but didn't move.
I hesitated, waiting for her to pick up on the hint.
"We haven't covered some of the other duties this job
requires."
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
She stood up at that and walked around the desk,
smirking as she approached me. "I understand if it's an
uncomfortable discussion, so I'll do us both a favor and
be as direct as possible."
Stopping in front of me, Naomi bent forward at the
waist so she was in my face. I detected faint notes of
mint on her breath as she hovered her slightly parted
lips over mine. She grabbed my tie and gently-but
firmly - tugged on it so that the distance between our
mouths closed, so she could mold her lips against mine
as she placed her other hand at the base of my skull.
Her fingers slid into the hair on the back of my head,
securing me against her, and her tongue invaded my
mouth, hunting mine down and pinning it under hers. I
heard a low moan escape her throat.
Naomi was an incredible kisser, dernanding, but also
good at coaxing me into being an active participant in
our little wrestling match. In moments, we were
making out, our tongues dueling, teeth nipping playfully
at each other. And then I felt her knee press against
my crotch, grinding into my dick, which was already
starting to rouse from a post-orgasmic slumber.
She gripped my bottom lip and sucked it between both
of hers as she pulled away from me, opening her ice
blue eyes to peer into mine as she continued to lean
back. My bottom lip was on the verge of starting to
hurt when she finally released it and smiled at me. Her
gaze was predatory, which turned me on in a way I
hadn't felt before, and I suddenly wanted to attack her
and crash my lips on hers once again. The moment
passed, and she dropped my tie, pressing her hand over
my chest where' it landed.
"I promise you, Mr. Upton. That's a very small taste of
what you can expect from me."
Naomi gave me a small, mysterious smile and a wink
then straightened and walked back around to her seat
to grab her purse
before leaving. On her way out, she stopped to look in
the mirro on the wall. I watched her run her hands
lightly through her hair to make sure it looked
presentable, and then she reached into her bag to pull
out a small packet of tissue paper, using it to remove
the only evidence that something unprofessional had
just occurred -the smeared lipstick on the bottom right
side of her mouth.
"I'm sure you'll make the correct decision, Mr. Upton,"
she said as she dabbed away evidence. "But a word of
warning." She placed the tissue paper back in her bag
and looked at me. "Neither of those other two have the
skills or discretion to do this job properly. Hiring me
would be the smartest decision you will ever make."
With a final smoldering look, she was gone.
As soon as she shut the door behind her, I rummaged
around the drawers, looking for something to remove
the lipstick that was likely smeared all over my lips
before the final girl came in for her interview.
With her taste still in my mouth, I was starting to have
doubts about whether Bella was the best person for the
job after all.
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