The Love Of Money - Episode 296
31-08-25 (06:31)
Friday, 2:03 pm
My hand was raised defensively over my head as I
approached the helicopter as if an arm was going to
stop the massive propeller from eating whatever the
hell it wanted. Its spinning blades were whirling,
whipping everything around it into a frenzy with its
artificial wind while roaring so loud that I could barely
hear myself think. No wonder chopper pilots and
passengers wore headgear.
As I neared the cabin door, Jonathan—the bodyguard I’d
sent with Erin and Natashya—opened it to let me inside
and closed it as soon as I stepped in. It left me in
relative silence compared to the chaos outside the door.
I’d been in this helicopter a few times already, but how
soundproof the aircraft was still startled me.
I wasn’t the first one on the chopper. Besides three
security agents buckled into place in the back of the
helicopter, Erin was sitting at the small conference table
in the middle of the main cabin, typing on her phone as
she sat crisscrossed applesauce in her seat. She looked
up from her phone and gave me a sad smile, and I had
a sneaking suspicion I knew what she was doing.
“How is she?” I asked as I dropped into the seat next to
her.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said.
“No,” I pushed back. “Erin, you’re not a wall for me to
dive for cover behind whenever things get hard. I did
this to her, and I shouldn’t hide from it.”
Erin stared at me in silence for several beats, an
unreadable expression in her eyes. Then she glanced
back down at her phone and started typing again. “We
did this,” she said. “This is just as much my mess as
yours. Maybe more. I knew how she was before you
met. I misjudged.”
“I’m glad you brought her into my life, Erin,” I said. “I
just wish we were both in the same place emotionally.
If I never see her again, I’ll be sad, but I don’t regret the
time I spent with her, no matter how much it hurt to let
her go.”
Erin nodded. “I know. I think this one will take some
time to heal, though. Who knows… given enough time,
maybe you guys will end up on the same page after
all.”
I grunted, sunk further into my seat, and stared at my
feet. “I feel like I just lost a close friend. It hurts.”
“Yeah,” Erin said. Then I felt her slender fingers slip into
my hand and squeeze it. “Hey, Marcus?” I looked up at
her. There was no mischievous grin, playful banter, or
glint of lust in those eyes as she stared back at me. Just
deep care and concern. “I’m not going anywhere',
okay?”
It was a simple statement, but something about the
look in her eyes and the fervor in how she said it… I
just… knew. Those words were laced with more than a
simple declarative statement. It was a promise, an
oath. It was something deeper than a simple
employee/employer relationship—although, if I were
being honest, this was hardly a simple employee/
employer relationship to begin with.
“You can’t know that for sure,” I said.
“Yeah, I can,” she said, a soft smile playing about her
lips.
We stared at each other for a long moment, her soft
grin daring me to challenge her words while I tried to
divine what she meant by that. Finally, I simply asked,
“Why?”
Erin opened her mouth to say something, and at that
very moment, the helicopter door opened, and Helen
entered the helicopter, followed by Bobbi. Erin slipped
her hand free of mine before anyone had a chance to
notice.
“Oh. Good. We’re not the last ones to arrive,” Helen
said, taking a seat opposite Erin. “How are you doing?”
“I’ll be fine,” I said, giving Erin another glance to see
she’d returned to her phone to give Danni the emotional
support she needed. “I think getting away for the
weekend will do me some good.”
Helen gave me a small, closed-lip smile, her blue eyes
sparkling as she said, “I’m sure it will, though you might
need some time to recover afterward. Erin’s packed all
sorts of fun things for the trip.” She glanced over at
Bobbi, who was still standing near the door, awkwardly
looking around at the seats. She was wearing a simple
blouse and a pair of denim pants and had her hair
pulled out of her face with a simple hair clip. The collar
around her neck stood out in stark contrast to the rest
of the outfit. It still displayed ‘Helen’s Little Whore.’
Helen patted the one beside her, and the submissive
complied with the unspoken command. “I intend to
wring this one completely dry this weekend,” she said
as Bobbi sat beside her. She reached up and placed a
finger under the younger woman’s chin, directing the
submissive to look up at her just in time for their lips to
press together in a soft, sensual kiss that went on for
several seconds.
When their lips finally parted, she continued, “Mmm…
you’ll need all next week to recover, pet. How does that
sound?”
Bobbi licked her lips, her eyes searching her mistress’
face intently for several moments before she
whispered, “That sounds nice.”
Helen arched a single eyebrow, and the grip on Bobbi’s
chin tightened slightly. A sound so soft I almost missed
it escaped the submissive’s throat. “That sounds nice,”
Bobbi repeated, “Mistress.”
The helicopter door opened, and Helen smiled and
wrapped an arm around Bobbi, pulling the young
woman’s head into her bosom and kissing the top of
her head. “Good girl,” I barely heard the dominant
blonde mutter into her pet’s hair.
Natashya and Emily entered the helicopter, and the
door shut behind them. My gaze caught Natashya’s, and
we shared a knowing smile as I recalled the hour or so
we’d shared in my study. Her juices had dried on my
dick, and I’d not taken the opportunity to remove her
fluids. Seeing Bobbi gave me the idea of having her lick
my member clean of the dancer’s dried fluids, which
sent blood rushing to it again despite having just
emptied two loads into my sister’s girlfriend. God…
would I ever be able to satisfy that fucking monster
between my legs?
My view of Natashya was suddenly blocked as Emily
dropped into the seat next to me, with Natashya filling
the chair on the other side of my sister. I watched as
she buckled herself in, and then she looked at me, her
light gray eyes appraising me as she combed some of
her brown hair out of her face and tucked it behind her
ear.
“I talked to Bobbi,” she said quietly, leaning in close so
that I was the only one to hear what she said. This
close, I could detect the cinnamon and honeysuckle
from one of her favorite lotions. It was a comforting
scent that engendered a sense of nostalgia.
“And?” I whispered, searching her face for any sign of
an answer.
She looked at Bobbi, who was still lying on Helen’s
chest. The submissive’s eyes were closed as Helen
stroked her cheek idly with a few fingernails. The collar
around her neck could have been spotted a mile away.
After what felt like an eternity, Emily finally looked
back at me and gave me a tight-lipped smile—the first
I’d seen from her in days. “We’re fine.”
That was it? No explanation about what was said? No
admission that she’d been wrong? Just… ‘we’re fine?’ My
dissatisfaction with the answer must have been
obvious because Emily leaned in and pecked me on the
cheek before saying softly, “Don’t worry about it,
Marcus. We’re fine.”
I was still curious as hell about what Bobbi had said to
Emily to put my sister’s mind at ease. The look in her
eyes was the only thing keeping me from pressing the
issue, so I decided to make sure we wouldn’t have
problems on another front. “Congratulations on the new
relationship,” I said.
“Thanks,” she responded, her smile growing a little
wider. “It’s… I didn’t expect it.” She glanced at Natashya
and I saw the dancer bite her lip as she looked back at
my sister. “I think this is gonna be a good thing,
though,” Emily whispered, leaning back close to me.
“Em… Natashya and I…”
“I know,” Emily said. She straightened, and the warmth
I felt from her moments ago retreated a little. It didn’t
disappear entirely, but it felt… strained.”
“Okay. Good,” I said, the elastic band around my chest
that I hadn’t realized was there suddenly loosening as I
felt relief. “I just—”
“Can we just not talk about it?” She asked. “I let her do
it. Can we just leave it there?”
Had Natashya acquired permission to fuck me by
backing Emily in a corner? I glanced at my sister’s lover,
who was no longer watching us. Instead, she chose to
look anywhere' but in our direction, obviously giving us
the space we needed to talk privately. At the time, I
was happy to take Natashya’s word for it that the
arrangement was good, but looking back… I’d just
wanted to fuck her. While I didn’t think Natashya would
lie to me, she did have a little bit of a manipulative
streak. “Are you sure you’re okay with it? Natashya
made it seem…”
“Seriously,” Emily said, grabbing my hand, slipping her
fingers into mine, and squeezing it tight. “We’re good. I
just don’t want to discuss what happened between my
girlfriend and brother. Okay?” She gave me a genuine
smile. “And I’m sorry… for the other day.”
I shook my head. “It’s no problem, Em. After everything
with Vegas and Natashya, I understand why… I’m just
glad we’re okay. I love you.” I squeezed her hand back.
“I love you too,” Emily sighed and rested her head on
my shoulder. “I never expected my life to take a turn
like this.”
“You and me both,” I said, looking around the room at
the five ladies accompanying me to my vacation home.
Emily—my adopted sister and one of my closest friends
who knew me longer and better than anyone else.
Natashya—the wild dancer who had a truly
unbreakable spirit. Bobbi—my former co-worker, broken
by self-hatred and being rebuilt into something I wasn’t
even sure I understood. Helen—my first lover in my
new life who had paved the way for so many
experiences. Erin—my rock and quite possibly one of
the most important people in my life.
What was in store for us next? What adventures
awaited us that only limitless resources could buy?
What sensual designs did my assistant and lawyer
have in store for me? What would Bobbi continue to
develop into? How long would Natashya and Emily be
able to maintain a monogamous relationship?
“Everyone here?” a familiar, gruff voice asked, cutting
through my thoughts.
And when the hell was I going to fuck a smile on the
stoic beauty peering at us through the doorway to the
front of the helicopter?
Chloe’s gaze settled on me and said, “We’re ready for
takeoff whenever you are?”
I studied her beautiful, freckled face a few moments
longer than necessary, and she met my eyes with that
soul-piercing stare of her own, daring me to try to read
her thoughts.
“Yeah,” I said. “Take off.”
Chloe nodded, glanced at mine and Emily’s clasped
hands, and then said, “Alright.” Then she was gone.
I glanced back at Erin and caught her watching me, a
small smile on her face despite the emotional task she
was currently undertaking. I smiled back at her as I
reached out and brushed a bit of silver hair out of her
face. She bit her lip and then returned to her phone,
typing furiously.
I leaned my head back against the headrest of the
helicopter and closed my eyes. It had been a long night
with Helen, Erin, and Bobbi, and I hadn’t exactly
achieved my eight hours. I’d also been through
emotional hell over the last couple of days. A little nap
on the way out there wasn’t out of order. I leaned my
head against Emily’s as she rested on my shoulder, and
before a minute passed, I drifted off.
Friday 3:33 pm
“Marcus?”
The room around me shifted, forcing my head to roll
back and forth as I started to reemerge into
consciousness. Blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I
took a few minutes to piece back together what was
going on.
Helicopter. Catskills. Emily and Natashya. Danni…
I broke it off with Danni.
And then it all came back to me as I sat up straight in
my chair. “What?” I asked sleepily.
I felt fingers squeeze my shoulder and looked to my
left to see Erin looking like she had just awakened.
“We’re almost there,” she said.
Bobbi and Helen were both passed out, but Natashya,
Emily, Erin, and I craned our necks as we stared out the
window of the three-dimensional landscape of the
Catskill mountains. It was a rolling tempest of verdant
waves with occasional evidence of humanity broken
over its surface. I’d never been out here, but even if I
had, I would have never seen a place like this from the
angle we were viewing it from. It was gorgeous.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Chloe walked halfway
into the room. “Murray! Billings! Hopper! Five minutes
out. Look sharp. We’ve got company.”
“Wait,” I said. “What’s going on?”
“There’s someone down there,” Chloe said.
“At my grandfather’s place?”
Chloe nodded.
“No idea who it is?”
Chloe shook her head. “Want to turn around?”
I thought about it for about half a second. “I’d like to
continue, but if you feel it’s too much of a risk, we can
head back. I don’t want to risk anyone’s life.” I’d had too
many guns in my face and powerful men threaten me
to not take security seriously anymore.
My head of security peered out the window, looking
deep in thought. Finally, she said, “We can keep going,
but I’m going to need you all to remain on the chopper
until we can verify their identity and what they’re
doing.”
“We can do that,” I said.
“Good deal.” She looked at the other three members of
the security detail and gave them a nod before
disappearing back into the helicopter’s cockpit. The
agents were already on their feet, preparing to
disembark. Helen and Bobbi were now awake and
asking what was going on. Erin filled them in. I looked
back out the window and watched the trees slowly
grow in size as the helicopter began descending toward
my grandfather’s property.
Who the hell was in my house?
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