The Love Of Money - Episode 138
29-07-25 (07:50)
We continued talking to, and teasing each other for the
next several moments as we sensed the plane taxling
to the end of the runway. By the time we got the
signal that the plane was about to take off, Ashlee had
been slowly rocking her ass back and forth on my
crotch, teasing it to full hardness. However, the seatbelt
sign had come on minutes ago, and while I was fine
ignoring it during the taxi, the last thing I wanted to do
is have either of us suffer a concussion because we
were acting like a couple of teenagers.
As the g-forces on the plane began to increase, Ashlee
looked at me from her seat and smiled. This is your first
time on a private plane, isn't it?"
"It is," I admitted. "I've always flown some form of
economy. This Is a whole new experience.
She laughed, her green eyes sparkling. "I can tell. It's
kind of adorable."
Reaching for my hand, she entwined her fingers in
them and squeezed. "Thanks for giving me a chance,
Marcus."
I took a minute to reply as I gazed back at her, this
moment felt so genuine and pure that for a moment I
felt bad that I'd invited her on this trip under false
pretenses. "My pleasure," I finally said as we felt the
wheels leave the airstrip.
Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, we talked about
her experience in private air travel and comparing it to
my own experiences, which she'd never had. We came
from different worlds, and it was interesting to see how
unalike our lives had been. She was easy to talk to,
and I found myself telling her about growing up with
Emily and my two brothers. We talked about the
complications that came from having mixed parents,
and Ashlee seemed surprised that I had so many
stories about the looks my parents would receive when
they realized that a black woman and white man were
married. I had always grown up aware that I'd escaped
many of the hardships other minorities faced thanks to
my parents' hard work, but Ashlee grew up in wealth
and privilege that eclipsed mine completely. It had
given her a worldliness and knowledgable that I would
have never dreamed of, but she still maintained a
certain naivete that many with generational wealth
were plagued with. The guilt I felt about lying to her
slowly grew as time went on. She didn't seem like a
bad person... just a little spoiled.
But then why was she meeting with my would-be
assassin?
I decided to bring it up to gauge her reaction. By this
time, the seatbelt sign had blinked off and we were
returning to the couch.
"So, you asked what this was about," I said. "There's
another reason besides just wanting to get out of
town."
Ashlee looked at me, her brow furrowing in intrigue,
her nose crinkled a little, and II couldn't help noticing
that she was Impossibly cute.
"A guy nearly tried to shoot me," I said, watching her
close for any sign of recognition as I continued. "Some
guy with a scar. Kind of stocky. Looked like he'd broken
his nose. He followed me into a restroom and nearly
pulled a gun on me. I managed to get out, but...
"Oh god!" Ashlee said. Her surprise felt genuine. Fuck.
She had the same amazing poker face as Helen. Had
her stepmother given her pointers or something?
"Yeah," I continued. "It happened yesterday, so-"
The door slid open a few inches and Shea poked her
head in. "There you are! Oh!" She looked slightly
abashed and said, "I hope I'm not disturbing anything."
"Not at all," I said, having to hid the annoyance that I
felt having my story interrupted before I could feel her
out a little more.
She opened the door the rest of the way as her dark
eyes traveled back and forth between the two of us.
"Miss VanCamp, Mr. Upton requested a massage for
you. Would you be interested?"
Ashlee's eyes grew wide and she gasped. "A
massage!?" She looked at me and said, "Oh Marcus!
That was so sweet of you! Would you mind?"
Since i hadn't arranged anything, I assumed this was
Erin's work and trusted her to know what she was
doing. I shook my head and said, "Not at all. That's
what this is, anyway. Go get some self- care."
She squealed, her voice high-pitched as she launched
herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck and
hugging me tight. Her head came back and she planted
her lips on mine, and her fingers began exploring the
back of my head as she initiated a make-out session
that bordered on pornographic. It went on for about
twenty seconds before she extracted her tongue from
my mouth with a little moan! Don't forget to leave a Comment 
