The Love Of Money - Episode 121
28-07-25 (14:43)
Introduction:
"Marcus meets with a Pl who has some interesting
information"
Tuesday, 4:06 pm
One airplane and helicopter purchase later, and we
headed back to the Dunbar building. Once all three of
us had satisfied our carmal desires, Erin opened the
plane, and I was astounded to see that the entire
squad was still out there waiting for me to make a
decision. I felt terrible about leaving them all hanging,
but a part of me also felt powerful. It didn't matter if I'd
taken more than an hour to decide, they were still
waiting on me.
I notified Sam that I would be purchasing the plane,
and just as he was about to initiate the purchase, Erin
asked about helicopters, stating that they would be a
safer and faster way of getting around. I loved the
idea. The apartment already had a helipad, and I could
have one built on top of the Dunbar building.
Photographers would have a hard time chasing
someone flying around in the air.
Erin already had a pilot picked out, and Vikram was
there to ensure everything went as smoothly and
quickly as possible, freeing up my time to head back to
the office. Sam and Vikram assured me the plane
would be entirely purchased, vetted, insured, registered,
and prepped for take-off tomorrow morning for Vegas.
I couldn't believe a purchase like this could move so
fast, but Erin insisted that, with enough money, any
amount of friction and red tape could be removed.
Assured that everything was handled, Chloe, Helen,
Erin, and piled Into the SUV we came in while Ray and
the Johns followed behind us as we made our way
across town to the Dunbar building. On the way, Erin
and I made plans for the trip to Vegas tomorrow,
deciding on me, her, and Danielle. I asked Helen to
come, but she declined, claiming she couldn't go
because of other business in the city, but the look she
gave me from the front seat made the real reason
vividly clear. Helen VanCamp running off to Vegas with
YPV's largest client wouldn't be a good look, something
her husband would take issue with.
I called Danielle to see if she could go, but she had
already called in a few favors to spend the entire
weekend at my place and couldn't afford to abandon
her job to spend the week with me. I almost suggested
she quit, but from what I saw, she seemed to enjoy it
and I didn't want to put her in that position. Her
genuine disappointment in turning me down made the
let-down more bearable.
"Is there anyone else you want to invite?" Erin asked.
"What? You don't think you're enough for me?"
"Oh, I'm enough," Erin said, flashing me her patented
grin. "I just think it'd be a shame not to share the
wealth."
Natalie was the first person to come to mind, but that
wasn't an option now that she was officially dating
someone else.
Erin's phone rang before I could answer, and she
glanced at it. "It's John," she said, her brow knitted in
confusion.
"One of the ones back there?" asked, hiking my thumb
over my shoulder.
"No. The one at the apartment," she said and answered
the phone. "Hello? Yes."
Her eyes went wide, and then she squeezed them shut.
She slapped her hand on her forehead. "Oh my god, I'm
sorry, John! meant to tell you Bobbi Nanford would be
moving in there today. Yes, let her up." She glanced at
me, watching my reaction as she continued. "Tell her to
find a room to put her stuff and then make herself at
home. We'll be at the Dunbar building for a few more
hours. After that, we'll be home, and I can help her get
settled."
She listened as John spoke on the other end and said,
"Okay, thank you, John." Then she hung up, looked at
me, and said, "I don't suppose you'd consider Bobbi for
Vegas?"
"Fuck no!" I said. "Have you even met her yet?"
"I haven't, but Helen's told me stories."
"Yeah... I want to have a good time there, and Bobbi is
definitely not a good time."
"I beg to differ," Helen said, and I could see a slight
smirk playing about her lips. I felt my dick stir at the
memory of the time we shared with Bobbi and
wondered if we were overdue for a repeat
performance.
This trip is about removing stress, Helen," I said, "not
adding to it."
"Fair enough," Erin said as the car stopped in front of
the Dunbar building. The four of us got out and made a
beeline for the front lobby before we attracted too
much attention while one of the Johns got out of the
car behind us and jumped into the SUV to park it.
"What about Natashya?" Erin asked as we entered the
lobby. I stopped briefly to say hi to Andrew before
passing through security.
"You mean for Vegas?" asked as we reached the
elevators.
"Yeah," she said. "I saw how well you two hit it off this
weekend. I'm sure she would be a lot of fun."
Natashya was one of the three exotic dancers Erin,
Danni, and I met in The Starlight- a high-end
gentlemen's club for the rich and famous. The three of
us, along with Natashya and two of her friends, Rose
and Honey, ended up in the high-end VIP suite where'
we'd participated in a six-person orgy. Not finished, the
six of us went to my apartment, where' we continued
well into dawn. Honey left the following morning, but
Rose and Natashya stayed the entire weekend. The five
of us spent the next day and a half consecrating every
room of my vast apartment with at least one person's
fluids. I'd enjoyed them all, but Natashya's exotic, half-
Asian features and dreads fascinated me. Our
personalities had also meshed well, so my dick ended
up finding its way into her more than anyone else
during the rest of the weekend.
"Yeah," I said, reminding myself that she and Erin had
also become especially cozy that weekend. I suspected
she would be a good fit if she was open to coming
with us. "That could be fun."
I called her, and she answered on the second ring. Like
Helen and Danielle, she told me she couldn't take that
much time off work, but unlike Danni, knew she wasn't
as attached to her job.
"I'll cover it," I said. "Whatever a good Saturday night is
for you, I' pay that for every day you have to miss
work." I regretted it as soon as I said It, concerned that
she would take it as some sort of commentary on how
she was essentially a prostitute.
"Hm," Natashya said, "That is tempting. I would accept if
The Starlight could find someone to cover for me for
that many days."
"The Starlight would need someone to cover your shift
so you can go?" I asked.
"Suggest that you pay the company their cut," Erin
muttered.
I did, and Natashya immediately said yes.
"Good!" I said, grinning. "I'm glad you said yes. It'll be
me, you, and Erin."
"Two of my favorite people," Natashya purred, that
subtle hint of an accent bleeding through her words.
Erin watched my face and could tell I was happy with
the outcome. "Tell her I'm going to rock her fucking ass
off when we get there."
"I heard that." Natashya sald. "Tell her I can't wait. See
you tomorrow?"
"Be ready at eight o'clock." I said. "We'll send a car for
you."
"Fancy! Talk to you tomorrow." She made a kissing
sound and hung up.
"She said she can't wait," I said to Erin as the elevator
doors opened. As we stepped into the lobby of my
office floor, I noticed some building supplies stacked in
one corner. Erin must have found a contractor to
remodel this space to my specifications. After sleeping
in the office a couple of times, I asked Erin to find
someone to turn this floor into a small apartment on
top of being a workspace.
"This sounds like it's shaping up to be a lot of fun,"
Helen sald. "I'm sad I'll miss it."
She hadn't been part of the weekend's festivities
because had been mad at her, and I felt a little bad
that she would miss out on an encore performance. I
would have to talk to her later and see if I could
convince her to change her mind. The thought of having
Erin, Natashya, and Helen with me was enticing.
"You'd like her," I said as I entered my office with the
other two on my heels. Chloe broke off from us to go
into her office next door to mine, leaving the two of us
alone. Helen shut the door behind us.
"Okay, so Vegas planning aside," said, rounding my
desk and sitting down, "I have a meeting with the
investigator in a few minutes. Is there anything I need
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