The Love Of Money - Episode 85
27-07-25 (16:34)
Introduction:
"Marcus interviews for a bodyguard."
Friday 8:43 am
A departure from the usual, it was the smells that
woke me up this time. Savory bacon mixed with the
sweet, earthy scent of maple syrup and the strong
aroma of coffee was a more pleasant way to wake up
than having your phone scream at you.
"What the hell smells so good?" I mumbled, blinking the
sleep out of my eyes as I looked around the room.
Light spilled in from behind me, rays bouncing off the
hardwood floors and carpets to provide dim illumination
in which to see my surroundings. I was lying naked in
the largest bed I'd ever slept in, surrounded by an
accumulation of furniture and luxury items that totaled
more than I could have earned in a year a week ago. I
laid my head against the pillow and stared at the
ceiling, sorting through the memories of what happened
to me after I left Emily.
Erin happened to me. She spent the next two hours
draining every drop of pent-up energy Ashlee had
cultivated in me with her little stunt. She gave me
another lapdance, stripping completely naked now that
her body was no longer a mystery to me. Then, once
sufficiently teased to the point that was about to go
mad with lust, she gave me a brief blowjob, made sure
it was sufficiently coated in saliva, climbed back in my
lap, and gave me an agonizingly slow handjob while I
kissed all over her bronzed skin. I became very familiar
with her firm breasts, and I think I could have sketched
her arm tattoo by memory at this point.
She seemed to have an issue with Ashlee pursuing me,
but that hadn't stopped her from insisting that look at
the photos the paralegal left on my phone.
She looked along with me, stroking my shaft and
whispering all manner of dirty things like what I should
do to the younger woman; Erin had the imagination of
a degenerate.
Even wilder, after I'd gotten off in her hand, she had
me eat her out while she looked through the pictures,
describing in vivid detail all the heinous things she
would love to do to Ashlee. She confessed a long-time
attraction to the younger woman and came hard on my
face as she alter-nated between my name and hers.
When I climbed over her intending to bury my cock in
her pussy, which was the only place my cock hadn't
been, she asked me to let her blow me instead.
Apparently, she had something special in mind for our
first actual fuck. She hadn't steered me wrong yet, so I
complied.
Still lying in bed I looked over and saw an Erin-shaped
impression in the sheets, but she was nowhere' to be
found. I sat up, trying my best to grapple with the fact
that I was once again conscious, and spotted a dark
blue silk robe lying on the bed. Slipping it on along with
some underwear, I made my way downstairs and
headed toward the sound of voices and laughter.
I found Emily and Erin sitting at a corner of the large
kitchen island talking to each other, laughing at
something. However, they weren't alone; Vikram was
standing halfway down the kitchen island sipping on a
cup of coffee and thumbing through some papers with
an amused smile at something Erin said that hadn't
caught. He was impeccably dressed as always, in a
sharp suit and tie, a haircut that probably cost a
hundred dollars or more, and a well- groomed beard
that came dangerously close to looking like he'd just
skipped shaving for a few days. He had the typical look
of a man about to stride into a board meeting.
The same was true of Erin, who looked like a million
bucks in a lovely, black-and-white skirt and jacket
combo. She wore large gold earrings and a gold
necklace that complemented her skin beautifully.
Seeing her there looking elegant as she carefully
pressed her dark-stained lips to the rim of her coffee
made the memory of last night especially arousing.
Contrast was a beautiful thing; food tasted better when
you were hungry, a warm fire was more welcome
when you were chilled to the bone, and the memory of
your assistant as an insatiable hellcat was so much
more arousing when you saw her as a flawless
professional the next day.
On the other hand, Emily matched my unkempt
demeanor, wearing a bathrobe similar to mine with
damp hair from what I assumed was a shower.
However, the natural look didn't detract much. She
never wore much make-up.. just a bit of blush and
eyeliner to emphasize her Nordic looks and stunning
pale grey eyes, so seeing her fresh-faced wasn't much
different from the norm.
There was one other person in the room. A man who
appeared to be in his mid-thirties wore all white and
stood in front of the massive stove set into the marble
countertop of the kitchen. He was slicing through a slab
of meat, creating long strands of what looked like fresh,
thick bacon, and slapping them on the large griddle-like
surface next to large, fluffy pancakes frying next to
them.
Emily spotted me in the middle of a sip of coffee. "Oh,
Marcus! Hey!" Don't forget to leave a Comment 
