The Love Of Money - Episode 191
30-07-25 (11:12)
Introduction:
It's the morning before Marcus' house party.
Friday, 8:15 am
I don't know how long it had been vibrating, but my
phone buzzed twice at me as I propped myself up on
one elbow and fumbled across the surface of my
nightstand for it. I fought to keep my eyes open long
enough to read who the hell was calling me, but it was
a Herculean task.
God, it had been a long night... I don't think saw my
bed till nearly three in the morning. That by itself wasn't
so bad, I'd stayed up playing board games with my
friends until the small hours over the last year, but
staying up till three in the morning playing games was
utterly different to staying up that late to participate in
Olympic levels of sex. To say I was exhausted would be
an understatement.
The phone went silent as I cleared the sleep from my
eyes, and I saw three missed calls all from Jessica. I
listened to the first one.
"Hi, so I went by your apartment, but some old guy
was living in it, so I'm going to go to Strange Mudd and
get a coffee. I'm guessing you're still asleep. Just give
me a call when you get this. Please, Marcus. I just want
to talk."
I sat straight up in my bed, suddenly remembering it
was Friday That Friday.
Jessica was in town.
I looked around, trying to make my brain work through
the brain. fog. The first thing that caught my eye was
the indention in the bed where' another body had been.
It must have belonged to Helen, who probably had to
get home to the family before it became too late in the
day.
Damn... I wanted to talk to her about Ashlee.
I next noticed Bobbi's dark gold locks spread across the
bed as she huddled under my blankets. She was
sprawled perpendicular to me near the foot of my bed
like a bet. I tried to remember how to me near the foot
of my bed like a pet. I tried to remember how she'd
gotten like that and vaguely recalled it being one of the
last commands Helen gave her before we all fell
asleep. Considering the size of the bed, the fact that
she was sharing my duvet, and she had a plush pillow
under her head, it wasn't the most cruel thing Helen
had made her do.
I looked back at my phone, checked the time, and
scrolled through the four texts Jess had left me. More of
the same. I looked back at Bobbi's sleeping form, trying
to decide how to respond.
The only question that mattered was whether I had
time to visit my old neighborhood halfway across the
city to share a cup of coffee with my ex and gloat.
The answer? Not really, no.
I texted her back: Hey. I'm not gonna be able to meet
you for coffee. I have a busy day. I'm having a party at
my place tonight, though. If you want to come, send
me the address of the place you're staying. I'll send a
car to pick you up. If not, I'm sorry you came all this
way for nothing, but wish you luck. Tell Dillon I said
hey, and I'll see him tonight.
Hitting send, I tossed my phone on the bed, stood up,
and headed to the shower. Within a few minutes, the
bathroom filled with steam as I stood under a deluge of
hot water pouring from an overhead shower. It
stretched five to seven feet across in both directions
and had some of the best water pressure I had ever
experienced. In the center sat a stone bench, and was
taking advantage of it, letting the downpour wash over
me as I thought about seeing Jess again.
Why had I agreed to meet with her? What could I have
possibly been thinking? That conversation had
happened before Vegas and felt like a lifetime ago. I
was a different person. I hadn't planned on getting
back together with her. Was I really that interested in
rubbing my good fortune in her face, or had I intended
to fuck her one last time for closure?
The last thing I wanted was for her to think we were
getting back together. No way in hell would ever
happen, especially when I had proposals from women
like Danni to consider. Not to say Jess wasn't beautiful;
she certainly was. Aside from the cheating and lack of
ambition, she'd been sweet, fun, and enthusiastic in the
sack, but Danni was in a completely different realm
from Jessica. There was no competition if I had to
choose between them to be my girlfriend.
Would sleeping with her grant me closure? Did I even
need closure anymore? Not really.
What about gloating? Did I even care enough about her
to bother? | remembered a sad Marcus from three
weeks ago, sitting in that coffee shop with Dillon, and a
massive part of me enthusiastically answered yes.
"Marcus?" A tentative voice asked in a tone I never
thought I'd hear from her.
Drawn out of my contemplation, saw Bobbi's silhouette
standing just inside the bathroom's doorway, steam
obscuring her finer details. She was completely nude
except for the collar Helen had bought her.
"What?" I said. I might have snapped a little, but that
was just a combination of what had occupied my
thoughts before she Interrupted me and the fact that I
was used to speaking a certain way toward her.
"I just thought..." Her voice trailed off as she looked
back at me, and I detected a tinge of sullenness in her
words.
"What is it?" I said in the same tone.
The shower was running, and I..."
I waited for her to finish, but after a moment's
hesitation, she said, "Never mind."
She started to turn, and I said, "Wait."
I was slightly surprised to see her come to an
immediate halt, pausing mid-turn so that I got a good
look at her profile. With her detalls concealed in the
mist, I appreciated her basic shape more. Compared to
the average woman, Bobbi was slender, with a flat
belly and tiny waist that flared into lovely, shapely hips.
Her ass wasn't as developed as Helen's or Danni's; it
was more on the perky side but more prominent than
Erin's. Her B-cup tits were the perfect size for her more
petite frame and hung beautifully from her chest the
way natural breasts did. Her body was a work of art
and went perfectly with her large eyes and delicate
features.
I rose to my feet. 'Come here."
The mist obscured Bobbi's features too much for me to
tell exactly how she felt about being given orders, but
after a moment's hesitation, she turned back and
approached me with a slow galt. Each step took an
agonizing amount of time until she finally joined me
under the hot water, staring up at me through slitted
eyes as the shower washed over us. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
