The Love Of Money - Episode 223
01-08-25 (08:16)
"From most likely to least likely," she said, pointing at
each of us as she ticked off each name, "Rose-"
"Fuck, yes!" Rose said under her breath.
"Dillon, Marcus, Erin, Honey, Jessica, and Jonah."
Oohs and ahs broke out all around, and Jonah put on
an expression of exaggerated disappointment.
"Girrrrrrrl," Honey said, "Dillon comes in second and
Jonah's last? You need to get your head checked."
"Hey!" Dillon said, shooting Honey a dirty look, "You
should be so lucky! I'm great in bed!"
"I can't help it," Kelly said, reaching out and playfully
running her fingers through Dillon's shaggy hair. "It was
a close call between Marcus and Dillon. Marcus is pretty
and loaded, but I like my men a little goofy... and
Dillon's a good-looking guy! Like, don't get me wrong. I
wouldn't kick any of you out of bed, but if I had to
choose, that's the list."
"I'm just glad I wasn't last," Jessica sald with a titter.
"Oh baby," Kelly said. Don't sell yourself short. With that
skin and that rack, you're fucking gorgeous, and don't
let anyone make you think differently!"
Jessica leaned against the back of the tub, wearing a
face-splitting grin.
"God! And dimples like that? I could just eat them up,"
Kelly said.
Jessica looked embarrassed at the barrage of
compliments, but I'd also been with her long enough to
identify the unmistakable signs of arousal as she looked
away from Kelly. She had this habit of running her
fingers up her neck from hollow to chin and back down
whenever she was getting turned on, and she was
doing that now.
I absentmindedly let my fingers wander higher, up
Rose's leg, until I felt the tips brush her mons. The
dancer tensed in my arms and pressed her cheek even
harder against mine, turning her head a little more so
that her mouth was half on mine as she let out a faint
whimper. Truth or Dare was often used to initiate
sexual situations, and it was clear that Rose was
interested in getting rid of the pretext of playing a
game as quickly as possible.
"Erin!" Kelli said. "Truth or Dare!?"
"Oh, you know what I'm gonna say," Erin said. "Dare!"
"Oh good!" Kelly said, clapping her hands. "I dare you to
give this cutie," she tapped Dillon on the top of the
head, "a nude lap dance."
Erin cocked a brow at Kelly. "Aren't you basically asking
for two dares in one? can't necessarily give him a nude
lap dance if I'm wearing clothes."
"I don't think so," Kelly said. "A nude lap dance is a
single action. It's not, like, my fault if you have to do
some extra work to get there."
"I don't see the issue, Dillon said.
"You wouldn't," Jonah shot back dryly.
Erin took a long sip of her drink, and as she did so, she
gave me a long look over the rim of her glass; her dark
eyes held a single question: Are you okay with this?
My initial instinct was to shake my head no. I'd made it
clear that I wasn't interested in sharing her with
anyone else, but something stopped me. Would Erin go
through with it if I gave her the Impression I was okay
with it? Was she actually interested in fooling around
with another man? When I made the stipulation, she
said it was disappointing. Just how much was i
restricting her? I could sleep around all I fucking
wanted, evidenced by the slender black woman
grinding her firm ass in my lap. Erin was limited to me
and women, and she was the only one I'd made that
formal deal with. Did she ever regret it?
I didn't respond to the question, and Erin's sip went on
for a moment longer before she finally put the drink
down, licked her lips, and said, "Who am to punish a
little creativity in Truth or Dare? I'll do it."
"Great! I'll get the song ready, Kelly said, bending over
the hot tub's edge to retrieve her phone. Erin cast me
one more glance and then moved in front of Dillon and
watched as Kelly queued up a song.
The song had a slow, melodious beat to which Erin
immediately began swaying her trim hips. Her back
was to me, so couldn't see her face, but Dillon sat there
in front of her with an enraptured expression. Having
been on the receiving end of Erin's teasing, I couldn't
really blame him.
The music reminded me of that evening a handful of
weeks ago,
when Erin followed me back to my hotel room and
gave me a lapdance. It had the same sort of beat-slow
and seductive... perfect for a lap dance, but this one had
a man instead of a woman singing.
Erin raised a slender leg out of the water as her hands
traveled up her body, she placed it on the edge of the
submerged seat Dillon sat on, water streaming down
the gentle contours of her lean thigh. Her hips swung
wildly in time with a particularly harsh beat, and then
repeated the motion-her arms were now over her
head, hands weaving across each other in a
mesmerizing, serpentine fashion. Her bronze skin
clashed wonderfully with the pale pink bra and panty
set she wore, and I had to wonder why the ladies even
bothered wearing underwear in the tub when it was so
transparent.
Suddenly, her petite frame lept out of the water as she
jumped and placed the foot of her other leg on the
ledge. Water splashed everywhere', reflecting the light
from the lanterns and creating a lovely little illuminatory
effect as droplets sprayed in all directions. Out of reflex,
Dillon placed his hands on her calves as he peered
between her thighs at the rest of us.
Swaying to the music, Erin lowered herself, bending her
knees slowly until she finally rested on them, straddling
my friend's lap. Her willowy arms followed a moment
later, dropping to her chest as she mirrored Rose's
move from earlier, grabbing the bar at the bottom and
drawing it over her chest and head. She only did it
much slower than Rose and with purposeful grace. Erin
wasn't on the same level as Rose, Natashya, and
Honey, but she was still insanely good for an amateur.
Dillon's eyes grew wide at what I could only imagine
was the magnificent sight of Erin's firm, gravity-defying
tits, and he licked his lips as his eyes fixed on them. He
didn't get a chance to stare for long, though. With bra
still in hand, Erin snapped it out like a whip, and the
free end of it wrapped around Dillon's neck once before
she caught that end in her free hand. Using the lingerie
as an anchor, Erin leaned backward and away from
Dillon.
"Oh shit," Dillon muttered as he quickly reached behind
him to hold onto the edge of the tub, bracing himself as
he was used as a makeshift anchor for my assistant's
antics.
The ends of Erin's damp silver hair dipped into the tub's
water as she arched her back as far as possible until
she was almost parallel with the warm, bubbly surface.
The muscles in her arms and shoulders were tense. Her
breasts stood high in the air, and her dusky nipples
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