The Love Of Money - S01 E25

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The Love Of Money - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

Introduction:

Bobbi finds she has nowhere to go. Marcus shows her what her new life could be.

As she walked into the hotel suite, I could tell by her gait that Bobbi was uneasy at being here as she moved down the hall in front of me. Her steps were slow and deliberate, making the journey into the main bedroom take much longer than it needed. Not that I was terribly worried about how fast or slow she was walking; I was still trying to process the fact that Bobbi Nanford was in my room.

Despite my wariness, I couldn't help but feel a certain level of arousal as took in her form. Like I've said before, Bobbi was a relatively small girl. I guessed that she was about 5'2" tall when she wasn't wearing heels, which wasn't often. She wasn't overly curvy, but she had an impressively tiny waist, and her smaller frame made the assets she did have seem more pronounced. Her hips flared outward from her small waste, giving me the Impression that there was plenty to hold onto. Her completely natural B-cup breasts appeared slightly larger on her petite figure. She looked as if grabbing her by the hair and dragging her around was actually possible, and I felt the stirring of my cock under my robe thanks to that image.

After what felt like an eternity, Bobbi made it through the entry hall and entered the main bedroom, where she took some time to study her surroundings. I watched as she became aware of my clothes piled on the floor near the entrance to the bathroom. Eventually, she dropped her purse on the bed and turned to look at me.

Bobbi Nanford was in my hotel room. No matter how many times I repeated that in my head, I couldn't quite make it compute. She was standing beside my bed in a little black dress, wearing fuck- me heels with black straps wrapped most of the way up her calves, and half her light brown hair was pulled back and held in place with a silver clip while the rest fell around her lovely face.

She looked like a wet dream version of a disney princess.

At least, she would have if not for the tears running down her face,

stained dark from her mascara.

"What are you doing here, Bobbi?" I asked, trying to keep my voice

level and free of emotion.

Moments ticked by as she simply stared at me with big, grey doe eyes full of sadness and... was that fear?

"I don't have anywhere else to go." Her tone was faint and scared.

"What do you mean?" I asked. It wasn't like I'd taken away her car or changed the locks on the door of her house. I hadn't decided to go that far, yet.

"You turned off my phone. I... I can't get a rideshare," Bobbi clarified. "I don't remember my roommate's number. I tried..."

Bobbi bit her lip and looked around the room as if looking for some sort of lifeline... something to hold onto as she tried to grapple with the fact that she had nothing. At that moment, with tears streaming down her face and no one to turn to, I felt sorry for her.

And then I remembered that a few short hours ago she tried to smash me in the head with her phone. All the insults she'd hurled at me over the past year and the people she hurt flooded my mind. She wasn't a helpless girl. She was more like a wounded predator trying to use every last trick she had to survive, and I had to remember that.

"That sounds like a 'you' problem, Bobbi. I'll ask again. Why are you here?"

"I don't want to go to jail," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "I don't care."

"What do I need to do?"

We stared at each other in complete silence for several awkward moments before I finally said, "I don't know."

Bobbi regarded me through red-rimmed eyes lined with ruined mascara, and I simply stared back at her, not willing to do anything to break the uncomfortable silence that permeated each passing moment.

Then Bobbi made the first move. Her hips swayed as she stepped toward me, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet beneath her. The look on her face transformed as she came closer. The qulvering of her chin stilled as she adopted a sweet smile on her beautiful lips. The dimples in her cheeks made her look more like a girl-next-door rather than the Macheavellian siren she actually was. Her eyes smoldered behind that mask of puffy eyes and

runny makeup.

"I know what you want," she said. The fact that she looked like she'd just been crying surprisingly didn't detract from the sexiness of what she was trying to do. "I know why you brought me here."

Curious to see where she would take this, I didn't respond.

Reaching me, she placed her hands lightly on my robed chest, her perfectly manicured fingers grazed the plush terry cloth as she looked directly up into my eyes, "You brought me here because you want me."

sShe lowered her gaze to the V where the flaps of my robe crossed over my chest; a bit of hair peeked past the cloth. The crimson- painted nail of Bobbi's right index finger raked through it, scratching delicately over my skin. Her eyes flitted back to mine.

"You weren't sure how to ask me. That's why you left me down there. I get it." Her hand drifted lower until it found the knot of my belt. She began toying with it as she said, "So how about I ask you, Marcus?"

She leaned in closer, her lips came just below my chin as she looked up at me. Her breath smelled sweet, and her hair carried a soft scent of strawberries. "Would you like to feel my fingers wrapped around your cock, Marcus?"

Wow... Bobbi wasted no time. Still, I refrained from responding. For the moment, I settled for enjoying the beauty of my seductress as I let her continue. However, the truth of the matter was that as much as I thought Bobbi was a human plague, I very much wanted exactly what she suggested.

"My hand is so soft, Marcus. Do you know how good it would feel for you to cum in it?" She whispered as she nuzzled her nose on my chin. "Would you forgive me if I did that for you?"

Wait... what? Was I understanding her correctly?

Her eyes were half lidded as she looked up at me and began working the knot on my belt loose. It fell away, and the fabric of my robe opened to reveal my nudity underneath. My cock was standing at full hardness and jutted out from the opening of the robe, clearly wanting to come out and play. Bobbi's hand immediately found it, and her cool fingers wrapped around the girth of my warm dick. She slid the robe off the right side of my shoulder with her free hand, and did the same with the other. The terry cloth pooled on the floor just behind me, leaving me naked for her gaze.

"I'm sorry about before... in the restaurant. I know I can be a bit of a

brat and a lot to handle sometimes." Her grey eyes wandered my

frame as she continued, "But I want you to know that despite my

actions, I've always known you've had a soft spot for me. I guess I've had a bit of a thing for you too." She placed a hand on my chest once again, allowing her fingernalls to graze over my skin while her other hand was busy with my cock. I felt her fingers give it a light squeeze before loosening their grasp so they could lightly run up and down the length. "Letting me get you off... you'd like that, wouldn't you? Enough to maybe forget about some of the naughty things I've done?"

It was difficult not to be in total shock. Her change in demeanor alone was enough to throw me off, but was she suggesting that I forgive all her crimes for a fucking handjob? Setting aside the stress and frustration she caused me and others at Marduke, she was on the hook for $100,000, and that didn't even begin to address the debt I'd bought. Did she seriously believe that a handjob from her was worth all that?

"You want to lay back?" Bobbi asked, giving me a sickly sweet smile. "Just let me do all the work while you enjoy yourself."

I did as she suggested and walked over to the bed to sit down on the edge. Bobbi came with me, kneeling between my legs and looking up at me through makeup-smudged eyes. "There we go," she said as she carefully wrapped her fingers around my hard cock.

She began stroking it slowly, and on the third stroke, she slid her fingers over the head of my cock where precum had started to accumulate. She used it to coat the entire tip before continuing to stroke, her grip tightening around the tip of my dick where I was most sensitive before running her hand back down my shaft. My traitorous cock throbbed with need. There was no doubt about it - judging by her talent, Bobbi Nanford had done this before. She knew how to make male genitals feel good, and while I was used to getting blowjobs and actual sex from people like Jessica and Helen, it still felt amazing. The fact that she hated my guts only made the experience hotter.

I wasn't used to seeing this side of Bobbi. Where was the complete bitch who had made every day at work a living nightmare? Where was the spoiled brat had made a scene downstairs? Who was this ravishing creature who spoke with a silky voice and honeyed words? I searched her eyes and couldn't find a hint of deception or hatred. Was she just that good of an actor? Shouldn't this be a red flag that she was completely insane?

"Bobbi, why are you doing this?"

I saw a momentary flash of something in her eyes to remind me of who she was, but it was gone in a moment, replaced again by the seductress. She grazed a perfectly manicured nail lightly along the underside of my fully-hard cock as she looked up at me and tilted her head to the side, "Obviously, because this is what you want,