The Love Of Money - S01 E30

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The Love Of Money - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

Or was she manipulating me?

I guided her mouth back to my dick, and she gave no resistance as her lips connected to my sensitive member once more. Releasing her, I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the pillow, letting her set the pace as I enjoyed the experience of having Bobbi Nanford suck me off.

Who would have thought such a thing would happen?

Tuesday, 10:05 am

"Thank you, Terrance," I said as my driver opened the door for me, and I stepped out of the car. Terrance shut the door behind me, and in that moment I felt like I needed a suit to make the image complete. I'd worn all my nicest clothes since finding out about the money, but they weren't the kind of clothes you'd find on someone who just bought a company. Perhaps on the west coast, where millionaires wore shorts, graphic t-shirts, and sandals, but New York had standards. Besides... there was something really nice about walking around in a well-fitted suit. Currently, the nicest clothes I had consisted of something I would wear to a church service at Christmas or Easter.

"Have a good one, sir," Terrance said before returning to the driver's seat. He'd been the one to drop me off last night at Solomon's Palace where I met Bobbi. He'd been a complete professional during the entire trip to Marduke, but I kept getting the feeling that he knew more about my night than he was letting on and was giving me some kind of mental high-five for getting lucky last night. It wasn't like he could have known what Bobbi and I had ended up doing, so I chalked it up to the fact that my overactive imagination was making me sense things that just weren't there. Regardless, I liked Terrance, and I enjoyed being driven around New York. Maybe I could ask Helen about bringing him on as my chauffeur. At least then I wouldn't have to worry about random drivers from YPV knowing where I was going.

I gave Terrance a wave as he drove away and turned to look at the building I'd just purchased. Upon buying it, I learned that it was called the Dunbar, named after the man who had originally built it. With forty-five floors, the Dunbar building held several businesses. Marduke alone took stories five through seven, but aside from Marduke, my building also housed insurance firms, lawyers, Investors, and a few boutiques. The ground floor held the lobby and security for accessing the secured elevator, as well as a stylist, a restaurant specializing in sushi and other Asian fare, and an empty space recently vacated by the smoothie shop that occupied it for the past three years. I made a mental note to look into getting a coffee shop in this location so the residents didn't have to leave the building to get something besides shitty office coffee.

After meeting with Natalie and Bobbi yesterday, I'd been informed that the top floor of the office was empty, and upon discussing it with Helen, we agreed to make it my office for the foreseeable future. She'd sent me a text on the way here telling me that's where she would arrange for the personal assistant interviews.

Andrew was downstairs and gave me a very professional fistbump, which was a nice change of pace compared to Terrance and the entire hotel staff, who treated me like royalty. "Morning, sir. Did you find everything satisfactory yesterday?" Unlike Terrance, there was nothing subtle about his smirk, and I had no reason to question whether he knew anything or if it was just my imagination. He obviously knew I'd gotten up to some sort of shenanigans yesterday, but I wasn't sure if the question was about the offices or if it was a nuanced question regarding one of the women I'd met with yesterday. How much did he know? Was privacy no longer a thing?

"Um... yeah," I said, eyeing him as I pushed the button to call the restricted elevator. I decided to play it safe and assume he meant the offices. "Everything was great. Is Helen already here?"

"Yes sir," Andrew said, that glint in his eye not quite disappearing. "Three others signed in as well. Henry is escorting one of them up right now."

"Oh good," I said. "Thanks."

Sure enough, when the elevator doors opened, Henry walked out and gave me a nod, "Sir." Either he didn't know as much as Andrew or he had a better poker face.

"Alright. See you guys later," I said as I scanned my card and the elevator doors closed.

When I exited the elevator on my floor, I was greeted by Helen, who stood to my left in a large, furnished lobby. She looked as magnificent as ever dressed in a dark pants suit. The jacket was buttoned, but the lapels crossed over just under her breasts, and whatever she was wearing underneath the jacket plunged low enough that only a hint of it the creamy fabric peered where the lapels met, which allowed for a generous amount of cleavage that fell just on the right side of tasteful. She really knew how to dress to impress me while managing to refrain from getting in trouble. Had I not been serviced by Bobbi after my alarm went off, I'd have been seriously tempted to send everyone else away and take her to my office for a private meeting.

Andrew was right though. Helen wasn't the only one in the lobby. To my right was a couch with three people sitting on it. I started to suspect this was why Andrew had actually been smirking so much. They were all women. Not only were they all women, but they were all heart-stoppingly gorgeous women.

The one sitting on the left side of the couch and furthest away from me looked to be in her mid 30's with auburn hair in luxurious layers that could have only been achieved by a stylist who charged hundreds of dollars. She had piercing blue eyes, pale, porcelain skin, and wore a skirt that stopped right at the knee and showed off incredible legs. Her lips were stained a dark crimson, and she wore heavy mascara. She looked like a woman you could find on your arm at any cocktail party, and my immediate reaction was to think, 'that's the one. The rest can go home.'

That would have been premature.

The second was a young woman who appeared in her early twenties. She was small and slender with a bronzed olive skin, eyes so dark they were almost black, and lips painted a shade darker than her complexion. Her hair was silver with a light tinge of violet throughout. Her features were elfin and sharp and she wore a conservative dress that went to her mid-calf. It showed off just enough curves to give me an idea of what she looked underneath while leaving a lot to the imagination. I fell in love twice in the span of a minute.

The one sitting nearest to me was Caucasian, but her complexion gave me the impression that her ancestors were Italian or Mediterranean. She looked to be around thirty, with deep, rich dark brown hair, and brown eyes. She'd come dressed in slacks and a blouse that plunged into a deep V that showed off a generous amount of cleavage from breasts that were easily the largest in the room. All three were giving me radiant smiles that could cause palpitations, but number three caught her plush bottom lip between her teeth and looked me up and down as if looking at a nice cut of steak.

Fuck. These were the candidates Helen had gathered? I wanted them all.

"Ladies, if you'll stay there, I'll call you in individually for the Interview," Helen said before I'd had a chance to say anything. I felt her presence just behind my left shoulder and turned to look at her. She gave me an equally dazzling smile, "Mr. Upton, if you'll come with me. Do you need anything before we get started?"

I smiled back at her, enjoying this facade of formality between us.

"Yeah, actually. Could I get a coffee?"