The Love Of Money - Episode 155
29-07-25 (17:10)
Introduction:
Marcus continues the party, with a twist!
Thursday, 9:53 am
"Who the fuck put the kitchen on the second floor?"
Ashlee's head appeared as she climbed the stairs to the
open kitchen, her eyes taking in the large dining table,
massive island, rack hanging from the ceiling with pots
and pans dangling off hooks, and a fully-stocked fridge.
Fresh from a shower, she wore a plush, light pink terry
cloth robe. Her damp hair was pulled back into a
ponytail, and she'd already applied some makeup to
make herself more presentable. Even though she kept
the makeup to a minimum compared to some of the
other ladies in my company, I'd learned that she never
left her room without it, always wanting to look her
best, even if it was to get breakfast after a shower.
"I dunno," said, piling some fresh-cut watermelon on a
plate next to a few pieces of link sausage. The dining
room table had been set with plates, and the island
contained a well-placed assortment of breakfast.
Pancakes, scrambled eggs, omelets, bacon, toast, fruit,
and several other types of food were all present, being
kept warm thanks to burners underneath the catering
hardware. There was enough here to feed a small
army.
"Well, they should be fired," Ashlee said as she
approached the island and scanned the different food.
"It's bad floor planning for a luxury stay."
Making sure she was distracted, I picked up my phone
and texted, Now.
"It's not that bad," said and took a bite of sausage. "A
little exercise helps wake you up."
"Ugh. Please tell me you're not a morning person. That's
a red flag," Ashlee said in disgust.
"God, no! That's why the stairs are a good thing. I need
all the help I can get
That's what coffee is for," Ashlee muttered. "Speaking
of which, where' is it?"
I pointed toward the far end of the kitchen, where' a
full cappuccino machine sat
"Oh, thank god!" she said, grabbing a cup and heading
toward the caffeine.
My phone started buzzing, and I answered, "Hello?"
"Hello, my handsome boss," Erin said. Her tone was
teasing and playful.
"Oh, hey, Erin. What's up?" I asked, sounding more
businesslike.
"I just thought I'd let you know that I'm lying in bed
naked and all alone."
I glanced at Ashlee, who was working the cappuccino
machine. "What? They found him?"
"I don't know if they found him." Erin replied, "but I
found what I'm looking for. I'm rubbing my clit right
now, thinking about that big, hard dick inside of me."
I turned away from Ashlee so she couldn't see the grin
I was failing to suppress. The last thing I needed her to
see was me grinning at the 'news' I was receiving.
"Wait. What?" I said, regaining my composure before
turning around. As I suspected, my exclamation had
attracted Ashlee's attention, and she turned to watch
me with interest as the cappuccino poured her coffee.
"You heard me." Erin purred, "I'm getting off just
thinking about what I missed out on. Do you have any
idea how long I've wanted to taste that little bitch?
I swallowed and cut my eyes back over to Ashlee,
Imagining what it would have been like to fuck Erin
while she was going down on the princess. "So, they're
sure it's Cartwright?" I asked, maintaining my facade. I
watched Ashlee's face carefully for any sign that she
recognized the name, but at that moment, she raised
her cup to her lips, blocking half her face. She was too
far away to pick up anything just off her eyes.
"Mm... how did she taste?" Erin asked, her voice a little
breathless. Fuck, she really was masturbating. That was
hot.
"Okay. Thanks, Erin. Tell...' I decided it was better not to
mention my investigator by name while one of the
people he was investigating was within earshot, "our
guy to keep us updated."
"Yes, sir," Erin whispered into the phone, "I'll text you
the moment I cum."
I hung up, and despite having morning sex, I had to
fake reading a text to give my boner time to settle
down.
"What was that about?" Ashlee asked casually.
"Nothing, "I said as turned back to her. She approached
me while my back was turned and stood a few feet
away. "Well, not nothing. You remember me telling you
about the guy with the gun who stopped by the
bathroom?"
"Yeah?"
"They arrested him early this morning and have him in
a holding cell. Someone from YPV is headed to the
station to file a report on my behalf."
"Oh!" Ashlee said, looking slightly alarmed. It wouldn't
have been enough to make me think anything was
amiss, but I found it a little suspicious, considering what
I knew. "That's good! Have they gotten any information
out of him?"
I decided less information was better. "I don't know.
They just told Erin that the guy matched the
de***********jon and had the same name. Hopefully,
we can get more information from him over the next
twenty-four hours."
"Morning," Shea said as she appeared at the stairs.
"Hey! Moming!" said without taking my eyes off Ashlee,
who looked like she wanted to ask me another
question. Finally, she tore her gaze from me to look at
Shea.
"Good morning," she said as a slight blush crept across
her cheeks. It was the first time she'd seen Shea since
she woke up this morning.
The night had gone well. Ashlee never went down on
the woman who had shared our bed, but that hadn't
stopped her from exploring Shea in other ways. They
kissed a surprising amount, she spent a gratuitous
amount of time on the older woman's tits, and they
had even ground their crotches against each other.
Ashlee came twice while Shea went down on her, two
more times with her fingers, and at least twice on my
cock. While not extremely bisexual, there was no
mistaking that Ashlee appeared to enjoy herself most
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