The Love Of Money - Episode 150
29-07-25 (16:45)
Coming from anyone else, that might have been
acceptable, but Erin...
Ashlee wheeled on my assistant, her mouth opening
and closing several times like a fish, "I'm relaxed! I just
don't think-"
"We're all having fun here, hun. You're not gonna be a
buzzkill, are you?"
"We're..." Ashlee started saying, her dark eyes glancing
from Erin to Shea to me, then Natashya. I was poised
to slide the stripper off my lap if Ashlee showed even a
hint of going nuclear, growing more convinced with
each passing hour that we weren't right for each other.
Still... I needed answers from her.
"I can be fun," she finally said, her eyes settling on
Natashya and me. Although her tone was a little
petulant, the conviction on her face looked sincere; she
really wanted everyone here to believe she wouldn't
be a drag on the party.
"Come on then," Natashya said, patting the seat next to
us.
"Ashlee," Emily said, touching the other woman's
shoulder. "You don't-"
"No," Ashlee said, brushing Emily's hand off her shoulder
as she stepped toward us. She sat on the couch and
sipped her drink before setting it down. Then she
settled into the cushions and looked up at Natashya,
her jaw set in determination, and I wondered exactly
how much experience Ashlee had at this sort of thing.
"Good girl," Natashya said with a crooked smile as she
began to undulate to the rhythm of the music playing
all around us.
Emily stood on the step with her eyes fixed on us as
Natashya began displaying her skills as a dancer. The
music playing had changed to something closer to a
classic rock song, and she decided to match the tone.
The dancer reached down, grabbed my hands, and
smashed them against her breasts as she arched her
back. Some of her hair slipped free as she whipped her
head back and forth, and somehow, she managed to
slip her feet under her, thrust her hips forward, and roll
the rest of her body away from me until she was on
her knees, still straddling me in her lap. Her skirt
bunched around the top of her thighs, and anyone on
our dais could glimpse Natashya's glistening pussy
peeking out from underneath it.
She raised her arms over her head and swayed back
and forth to the music before dropping one hand to slap
her ass. Smiling down at Ashlee, she gave the more
reserved woman a wink and then kicked a leg out
from under her, using the movement to stand up in
front of me. Natashya turned and dropped back down
in my lap so she could face me once again, straddling
me on her knees. Displaying an unbelievable amount of
flexibility, she bent backward until her hair was nearly
touching the floor.
Not wanting her to fall, I placed my hands on her waist
to anchor her and glanced back up at Emily. She was
still standing on the stare, lips slightly parted as she
watched in fascination, her pale eyes dancing back and
forth between me and the woman in my lap. I couldn't
tell whether she was uncomfortable seeing her brother
this way or if she found the entire scene as strangely
erotic as I did. Maybe both?
As Natashya launched herself up and brought her half-
covered breasts near my face, I turned to look at
Ashlee. I was surprised to see that she didn't look as
angry as I expected her to be. Her expression mirrored
Emily's in many ways, but there was something darker
there... something jealous.
"Are you going to kiss him, or should I?" Natashya said.
Ashlee glanced up at the dancer, then back at me; I
kept looking from her lovely green eyes to her pert
nose to those sweet lips. She didn't have the best
personality in the world, but goddamn... she had no
right to be that beautiful.
Without responding, Ashlee leaned forward as she
slipped a hand behind my head and pressed her lips to
mine. Hers were wet and slightly sticky thanks to the
sugary drinks she had consumed, but that made then
taste all the sweeter as we began tentatively making
out. I felt the tip of her pink tongue flick against my
bottom lip and answered with my own. Within
moments, I was engaged in an intense lip lock with
Helen and Roger VanCamp's daughter.
Cheers and 'whoos' erupted around us as Erin, Shea,
and Natashya cheered us on. I could feel Natashya's
groin grind against mine, and my hips had a mind of
their own as they began to thrust back Into her as she
continued to dance in my lap.
Ashlee's kiss had been unsure at first, but as the
moments ticked by, she became more certain... more
intense. Her hands came up to cup my face, and I felt
one of her breasts press into my arm as
she turned up the heat of the kiss.
"That's It, girl," Natashya said. "I knew you had it in
you." She began
stroking the back of Ashlee's head, and the younger
woman broke our kiss to look up at her with wary
eyes. I saw Natashya's confident smile as she brought
her lips down to Ashlee's, but at the last possible
moment, she held a hand up to Natashya's chest,
keeping their lips from touching.
She looked back at me, clearly on edge, and asked, "Is
this what you want?"
Natashya took Ashlee's hand on her chest and gently
pried it away, moving it down between her legs to
press it against the steel-hard cock taking up way too
much room in my jeans.
"What do you think?" Natashya said.
Ashlee glanced between us, leaned forward, and
whispered, "I've never done anything like this."
That confirmed it. Ashlee might not be innocent, but
besides Emily, she might have the least experience out
of the group. Maybe Chloe, but I suspected my
bodyguard was a freak.
I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, "You
don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"Nol" Ashlee said a little louder. She glanced back up at
Natashya and back to me. The dancer had backed off a
little, seeing as Ashlee really did seem uncomfortable
with it. "You want to, and want to try it. I'm not... I
just..." Her eyes darted around from person to person.
Again, I provided her with a way out. "You don't-"
"Just not with her," she hurriedly said.
"What?"
"I'll do it," Ashlee said, "But only with her."
My heart skipped a beat as she pointed in the general
direction of the stairs. She wanted to have a threesome
with me and Emily?
However, once I paid more attention to where' she was
pointing, I realized it wasn't my sister. It was Shea. The
tiny Polynesian woman looked almost as surprised as I
felt. As far as I knew, Ashlee had never spoken to her
outside of whatever words they'd exchanged when she
got her massage on the plane.
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