Ch 01: 'Fuck You' Money

Wednesday, September 4th, 9:45 am

Hot water cascaded down my back in a powerful stream. It didn't matter that I'd been standing under it for a solid twenty minutes--the temperature didn't vary a single degree. My hands stayed planted against the cool stone walls, supporting my weight as I leaned forward, head hanging between my shoulders in a way that stretched the back of my neck. The water ran down my spine, into my hair, and dribbled off my scalp. Each droplet felt like a tiny fist beating on my skin, massaging sore, tired muscles. However, as hard as the combination of heat and pulse made it to get out of the shower, another sensation kept me from leaving. Something even better.

"Hm," a husky purr vibrated against my hard cock, which was currently buried in a velvety throat. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked away the water that had dripped across them to see a pair of crystal blue eyes staring up at me, twinkling in amusement at whatever face I was making. Despite the mouthful of her employer's dick, I could detect a hint of a smile; she knew better than I how close I was to blowing my load.

Helen VanCamp plunged her mouth back down on my dick until the head hit the back of her throat, where she left it for a couple seconds. I enjoyed the flat of her tongue scrubbing back and forth across the sensitive side of my length, closing my eyes again to concentrate on the sensation of the wet muscle as it continued to coax me closer to climax.

"Fuck," I whispered. My expletive was eaten by the sound of the shower water beating on the stone floor.

Helen's cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to my member and pulled back, and my lids fluttered back open in time to watch in fascination as Helen's lips slowly traveled back up my length. Each inch of my cock slid free from the older blonde woman's mouth with painstaking slowness while her tongue continued to dance along its front.

"Helen, I'm gonna cum soon," I said. She always appreciated when I announced an impending eruption because she enjoyed finding various ways of spilling my seed. Sometimes she swallowed it the moment it hit her tongue, and sometimes she had me shoot my load all over her chest, where she would scoop it up and eat it or encourage any other participants to lick it off her marvelous tits.

I watched in fascination as her lips curled over the rim of my cock's mushroom head before slowly traveling down the tip to end her oral ministrations with a warm, wet kiss. Pressing the tip of her tongue to my piss slit made me shiver. The entire time, her eyes never left mine.

"I can tell," she said, her lips continuing to brush the tip of my dick. She slowly stood up, rising off her knees with a fluid grace most women couldn't achieve thanks to her years of being a trophy wife who had been used by her husband to sweeten the pot and close deals with legal clients. Helen's flexibility and core strength were almost unparalleled by anyone else I'd known before my new life.

Both her hands closed around my dick and continued to stroke it, keeping a gentle but firm grip on my member to keep the right amount of pressure. She closed in on me, and I enjoyed the sensation of her naturally full breasts brushing against my chest as she pushed her face into the nape of my neck. Her lips pressed against my skin there as she continued to stroke. Chills rolled along my skin where she kissed, like ripples across a pond after a stone hits the surface.

My hands slid off the shower's wet stone wall as I wrapped my arms around Helen's back, pulling her chest tighter into mine as I pressed my cheek into hers. I dug my fingertips into her traps and whispered again, "Fuck!"

Helen's lips slid to my ear, grazing it as she said, "Cum for me, baby. I want a handful of your warm cum so we can eat it for breakfast."

Eyes growing wide, I wondered what the 'we' meant, but it was too late to ask. I felt myself erupt under Helen's ministrations, and my dick began to pulse as shot after shot of my seed ejected into the palm hovering over the tip of my dick.

She pulled back and pressed her lips to mine in a gentle kiss, humming into the mouth as I continued to pour my load into her palm, and the shower washed over our bodies. We continued making out, tongues swabbing each other's mouths as it got more sloppy. Helen ran her tongue up my chin, sucked on both my lips, and then licked across both before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.

Sucking my bottom lip between both of hers, she began to slowly pull back until I finally broke free and then gave me a positively feline smile. "Thank you for this gift, Marcus." Helen turned and stepped out from under the shower, both hands cupping my jism. She stopped at the shower door and turned to look back at me. "Would you mind getting the door? My hands are a little full."

We'd already showered and bathed each other thoroughly, getting the chores out of the way before we played, but I was a little surprised she wasn't giving me a chance to return the favor. I'd actually been looking forward to tasting her. Helen rarely disappointed, though, so I shut off the water, opened the shower door, and we both emerged into the steam-filled bathroom.

"And the other one?" Helen said, nodding to the shut bathroom door. "Open it slowly, please. It'll give her time. We've been pushing her a little hard lately."

Understanding, I rattled the doorknob before slowly opening it. Helen stepped through first, and I followed.

Bobbi knelt on the floor next to the bed; her head was bowed, and her eyes cast to the floor. Her hands were resting on her thighs, and her back was straight, so her breasts were thrust out. They were pale teardrops of soft flesh capped with pretty pink nipples that stood fully erect. Her honey-brown hair was pulled over one shoulder like a silky sheet as if she'd already spent time brushing it. She was fully nude except for the collar that graced her throat--an expensive piece of dark material that was linked to mine and Helen's phones. It allowed us to monitor her vitals, cause it to vibrate, adjust the tightness, and display custom messages across the front. It currently said 'Painslut' across the front.

This was far from the creature I knew a month and a half ago. Bobbi Nanford was a shrill, defiant, obnoxious mess of a person no one liked. The one exception was her old boss, Gina, who had only befriended her because she needed to have a partner in crime. They'd both been caught embezzling the company I used to work for and now owned. I fired Gina and hadn't heard a word from her since she'd left the building with a box full of her stuff.

I had different plans for Bobbi. I gave her a choice--prison or a different line of work, and she chose the latter. It had been a painful process for both of us, but thanks largely to Helen, who seemed to have a knack for domination, Bobbi fell in line. In fact, she'd fallen in line so hard that when I decided to try and let her go, she attacked me for suggesting it. I didn't fully understand the crazy, mercurial woman... I wasn't sure I ever would.

Helen approached the submissive kneeling in front of us, crouched in front of her, and cupped the younger woman's chin in one hand. She forced Bobbi to raise her head and look up at her, giving both of us a look at Bobbi's beautiful, slate-colored eyes as she looked up at us. Her gaze darted back and forth between us, and she licked her lips, her nostrils flaring as her breathing quickened. I'd known her long enough now to know she wasn't scared... just nervous.

"I brought you breakfast, pet," Helen purred, bringing the hand containing most of my cum to Bobbi's lips. "Open up."

The submissive's head moved fractionally as if she were about to turn away, and I saw her lips tighten as she pursed them slightly--Bobbi wasn't a big fan of tasting fluids. If I were being honest, it did my heart good to see that she wasn't completely broken to our wills. I still disliked my former co-worker. Undoing a year's tension and resentment would take a long time. A dark part of me enjoyed seeing her snap back on occasion, knowing that deep down under the layers of training and reinforcement, the defiant woman I'd dreamed of bending over my knee so many times was still there.

Fortunately, roughly a month's worth of training immediately quelled the knee-jerk reaction. Someone who didn't know Bobbi as well as me might not have noticed the small act of rebellion. She parted her lips, and I enjoyed the sight of my cum slowly slipping from Helen's palm and being sucked up by Bobbi.

"That's it, kitten," Helen encouraged. "Swallow it all."

Bobbi would never enthusiastically enjoy eating cum, so when her actions became more enthusiastic, I guessed it had to do more with Helen's encouragement rather than the taste. She didn't settle for simply receiving what Helen gave her. Bobbi's tongue snaked out and ran up Helen's palm, scooping up the remaining fluids clinging to her mistress. The thick substance coated her tongue as it curled back in her mouth, and Helen rewarded her by running her fingers through the girl's hair.

"That's my good girl," Helen crooned, and I enjoyed a rare sight of Bobbi breaking out into a small smile as she looked up at her mistress. God... it really was a shame that Bobbi was such a bitch; she had such a beautiful smile.

"She's come a long way," I said, talking to Helen as if Bobbi wasn't even there.

Helen smiled, taking my words as a compliment more than anything. She turned and walked toward the head of the bed, letting her fingers trail over the top of Bobbi's grown for a moment. Helen bent over, giving me a beautiful display of her lovely, rounded ass as she retrieved a coil of what looked like a black cord off the floor. One end had some sort of plug on it. She looked over at me, her blue eyes shining with mirth as she caught me staring at her ass. Then she slowly straightened, giving me even more of a show.

"She really has," Helen said as she wrapped the cord around her fingers. "Her oral skills have certainly improved." She returned to Bobbi and attached one end of the cord to the collar. The plug snapped into place in a specific roughly dead center as if they were both connected by magnets--it was a leash that doubled as a charger for the collar she wore. Now that it was attached, Helen tugged on the cord, encouraging Bobbi to rise to her feet. The submissive complied.

Helen gathered the smaller woman in her arms and kissed her. There was nothing sweet about it. The older blonde took the younger blonde as if she had every right to claim her. Technically, I guess she did. Bobbi had given herself to me willingly, and I'd at least partially given her to Helen.

The older woman immediately broke the heated kiss, holding Bobbi's jaw firmly in one hand as she inspected the smaller woman. "She's lost a few more pounds," Helen said. She casually turned, still holding Bobbi's face in her hands, and casually shoved her into me. "What do you think?"

Bobbi ran into me, a little grunt escaping her lips as she came to a sudden halt, and I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her firmly against me as my hands began exploring her body. My pet had never been anything near overweight, but Helen was right. The little amount of padding that stretched over her abdomen was slightly less. It was subtle, but Bobbi felt more solid... more substantial.

I spun her in my arms, grabbed her by the hair, and stared down into her bright blue/gray eyes. I could still see the heat in them, buried deep down under whatever layers of devotion had been instilled in her over the last month and a half since Helen, and I had taken her in my office at Marduke. Her jaw still clenched sometimes when she looked at me as defiance would flash across those bright eyes. That was good. It's what I wanted.

Pulling firmly on her hair, I forced her head back and took the opportunity to lay a few kisses along her neck while my hands still roamed around her naked body. "She has," I said after running my fingers down her silky neck. "Tara's good."

Helen's hips swayed enticingly back and forth on the bed as she walked away from us. She placed a knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, her pendulous breasts swaying with each movement as she climbed on the bed. I spun Bobbi back around so she could appreciate the sight I was enjoying and slid my hand down her abdomen, further down over her silky smooth mons. Helen had been working to keep Helen smooth for the first few weeks, but while we were on the trip, she ordered the supplies necessary to perform hair removal, and it'd been a wild success. Now, my kitten was completely bald between her legs, as I requested. I slid a middle finger into her pussy, noting that it was already coated.

My lawyer stretched out on the bed with a feline grace few could achieve and spread her legs. "Marcus... I'm so horny. Could you quit teasing that little slut, come over here, and give her a show?"

My dick was at half-mast and was getting harder by the minute. Unfortunately, I had an appointment to keep. "Fuck, Helen. You don't make this easy, do you? I have an appointment to keep in a few minutes. Will this do?"

I shoved Bobbi onto the bed, and she landed on the mattress on her stomach. She knew the drill by now and climbed to her hands and knees, crawling forward between Helen's legs. I walked beside her next to the bed, watching the woman I used to know as an obnoxious, useless drama queen approach her mistress' folds with the intent of going down on her. She paused and looked at me as if she were about to say something in protest, but she seemed to give up on whatever was formulating in her mind. The ferocity in her eyes started to fade, and she stared back down at Helen's cunt, contemplated for a few more seconds, and then began eating my beautiful blonde lawyer out.

"Oh fuck," Helen breathed. "I guess..."

She dropped a hand on the back of Bobbi's head, gently pressing the younger woman further into her snatch. "I guess she'll have to do. It's nothing compared to that beautiful cock, though. Mmm... I wanted to turn Bobbi on and tease her all day..."

I leaned over and pressed my lips to Helen's, my tongue dipping into her mouth briefly to make contact with her, and we shared a kiss. God... how could this woman inspire so much lust in me? How could she turn a relatively straight woman into a pussy-hungry little slut?

Helen VanCamp truly was a witch.

Breaking the kiss, I straightened and palmed one of her breasts in my hand, kneading it softly and watching as Helen's eyes fluttered closed. Her manicured fingers traced random patterns over her skin as she enjoyed Bobbi's handiwork. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, and she chewed on it.

I gave her breast one more squeeze before letting it go and retrieving my clothes from off the floor where I'd left them before entering the bathroom. I quickly dressed to Helen's soft moans and an occasional grunt from kitten's efforts. Once finished getting dressed, I stopped near Bobbi, grabbed her hair into a fist, and pulled Bobbi's mouth away from Helen's cunt.

The older blonde's eyes opened halfway, and her lips quirked into a half smile, trusting that I would return her plaything to her when I was done. I leaned in, kissed Bobbi's cheek, and then looked at her. She was side-eying me, and her pink tongue darted out from her lips nervously.

"Take care of your mistress, pet," I said and gave her another kiss on the cheek. "If I hear you haven't treated her well, there'll be hell to pay."

Then I shoved her back between Helen's legs, where she picked up where she left off.

"Mmm," Helen moaned.

"Enjoy yourself. Maybe we can pick this up later."

"We better," Helen sighed. "I won't be able to have your cock anymore after tomorrow."

"Helen," I said, swatting Bobbi's upturned ass once just hard enough to get her attention. She jumped a little and started to rise from between the older woman's legs, but I shoved her back into place. "You're mine, and I'm not letting you get out of here without pumping another load inside of you."

She gasped, her eyes sliding open again as she bit down on her lip. "God, Marcus..."

I approached the head of the bed and planted another kiss on her lips. "Be back soon," I whispered and pecked them once more. Then I left the sounds of Helen's pleasure. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jon next to the door, hands folded in front of him as he waited patiently.

"How's the soundproofing in here?" I asked him as we walked down the hall.

"It's pretty bad," he said. "I know you were up pretty late."

I could feel my cheeks heat slightly. "Ah... just you?"

"I'm pretty sure everyone knows, sir."

"Well," I said as I walked down the hall. "This place has other strengths."

The room I walked into a few minutes later had dark wood trim and paneling on the walls, complementing the stone. A massive fireplace dominated one side--large enough to build a fire that could burn almost as high as I was tall, and a low fire was crackling inside. Bookshelves lined the opposite wall, displaying the spines of old tomes in various conditions and giving it the air of belonging to a well-studied individual from the 19th century. Across from where I'd entered was a large window covered mainly by heavy crimson curtains. Light teased through the slit where the two panels met.

Three people were already present as Jon and I entered--a man who appeared in his late forties or early fifties wearing what was probably his best suit and a woman a handful of years younger wearing an equally remarkable blouse, jacket, and skirt combo. Time hadn't been kind to the man, who enjoyed beer too much, judging by his mid-section. He had basset-hound eyes, a fringe of iron-gray hair around the sides and back of his head with nothing on top, and a face with as many creases and lines as a twenty-year-old dollar bill. The woman wouldn't have stood out in a crowd with her plain features and hair pulled back in a severe bun, reminding me of a caricature of a strict German Frau. I'd met her yesterday when we toured the castle. She was a real estate broker named Isla Fraser.

The other person in the room was Vikram. He looked good in his crisp white shirt and dark blue tie, and I noticed a black jacket draped over a nearby chair. In the middle of taking a sip of coffee, he ended it prematurely as I entered and set his cup on the table next to him, where it looked like he'd been perusing an intimidating collection of documents. "Mr. Upton!"

"How's it going in here?" I asked, appreciating the grays and browns of the stonework while slowly stepping further into the room.

"It's going. This is Mr. Groat. He's from the local Chamber of Commerce. We're just reviewing some of the rules for the purchase, but if everything checks out, we should be ready to close by the end of the day if you're still interested."

"Great," I said. "I am." I pointed toward the curtained window. "You mind if I open this?"

"Of course," Vikram said.

I approached the window, grabbed the curtains, and threw them back. With a satisfying whooshing sound, I was gifted with a breathtaking view of the Scottish highlands across a beautiful blue lake. From the fourth floor of the castle-turned-hotel, it felt like I could see for miles.

A castle... I was buying a freaking castle. As I gazed at the small kingdom that was about to be mine, I thought about what all had transpired to lead me to this moment.

Things had taken an interesting turn over the last two and a half weeks since I met my half-brother at the Catskills. Not long after kicking Tyler and his entourage out of my house, my backup security arrived and performed a close inspection of the place, concentrating on my grandfather's office. Meanwhile, the girls and I made ourselves at home as much as we could. Thanks to the generosity of Tyler's friends, there was plenty of food on the grill ready for us to eat, and we all enjoyed an evening by the pool, staying well out of my security's way while they combed the house.

Natalie opted to stay in her room for the rest of the night, so we didn't hear anything from her, and I asked the others to leave her alone. I thought it best to give her some space. That didn't stop me from putting a plate of food by the door in case she got hungry but didn't want to show her face.

Wendy, the sick girl Natashya had taken care of, never joined us either. The Starlight dancer would occasionally go check on her to make sure she didn't need an emergency room because of whatever she ingested, but she always came back reporting the young woman was peacefully asleep.

The night eventually ended with Natashya and Emily finding a room to crash in while Helen, Erin, Bobbi, and I found the master bedroom with a king-sized bed to pile on. I don't have to tell you that the girls did an excellent job of helping me take my mind off my troubles. If every night was like that, they'd put me into an early grave.

Since I was forced to stay up all night, I didn't rise until well after ten the next day and was surprised to find I was the first one from our little group awake. I was even more surprised to see Natalie in the kitchen downstairs. She'd come to the house with Tyler, who'd been whisked away by his bodyguard, abandoning her. In fact, the only vehicle left was my helicopter, leaving her return to civilization in my hands.

The two of us managed to find enough in the pantry for coffee and breakfast as we talked. Everything was still fresh for her, so she was hesitant to open up about Tyler, but as time went on and I made it apparent that I wasn't interested in pushing her for answers, we fell back into the comfort of our old friendship. Eventually, she became comfortable enough to inject Tyler into the conversation here and there. When I finally worked up to asking why she fell into a relationship with him so quickly, she confessed that the money and my sudden change in circumstances freaked her out. She'd said as much when I asked her not to go with Tyler in her office but did a better job this time of explaining the intricacies of her feelings.

Near the end of our alone time, Natalie and I felt comfortable enough to have a frank conversation. I confessed that I still had feelings for her. Still, I felt a little betrayed when she jumped into a relationship so quickly during the exploration of our own possibilities between us. I told her I wished she had taken the time to discuss her insecurities with me and my situation. She apologized for how she handled things and admitted that she still felt something for me but needed time to process what she'd just gone through. In the end, we agreed to continue being friends for now, and we would see what was possible down the road. It did my heart good to hear her talk trash about Tyler.

Eventually, the rest of the ladies joined us, and we headed back to New York. I even gave the sick girl a ride back. Wendy turned out to be a nice girl who had only recently hooked up with a guy named Mike--the guy I'd been calling Shaggy. The fact that Mike had allowed his friends access to her while she was inebriated and then abandoned her was plenty of reason to write him off, and she was very grateful for the ride back. When we landed at the airport, Wendy put her number in my phone, kissed me on the cheek, and told me to call her sometime. Judging by the look on her face, Natalie wasn't thrilled to witness Wendy's gratitude. She'd have to get over it. I still had a special place in my heart for Natalie, but she had no claim over me.

Helen arranged transportation for Wendy and Natalie while Erin finalized preparations for our departure. She'd taken yesterday's suggestion about going to Amsterdam seriously. Quinn was already at the airport with a fully fueled plane, and Shea was on board with a stocked cabin. She wasn't alone. I found Tara strapped into a seat and reading a book.

Erin had taken the initiative to bring Tara because she wasn't sure how long we would be in Europe. It made sense to bring my personal trainer so I wouldn't become complacent and undo the work I'd started to get in better shape. Have I mentioned that Erin is an absolute godsend?

The trip to Amsterdam was relatively uneventful. Helen found out about Shea's experience with Bobbi and borrowed both of them so they could reenact their meeting. While they were enjoying each other, Erin and I arranged for business to continue while we were irresponsible world travelers.

First, I talked to Jessica. She was scheduled to arrive at the apartment building later today, and I wasn't going to be there for her arrival as initially intended. Since Erin, Tara, Natashya, and Emily were with me, there weren't a lot of options for people to handle Jessica's setup. I mean, any of my security could have handed her a key to her new apartment, but as far as showing her around and giving her an idea of what needed to be done, no one from security seemed to fit. My assistant finally suggested Camille since she would still be living in the apartment building and making daily visits to my apartment to ensure those on security detail would get fed.

My French-born chef was all too happy to assist me, making heavy implications that I would have to repay her in other ways for performing duties outside of what I had hired her to do. I was still confused that my chef kept throwing herself at me when her husband could have cut glass with his jawline. Seriously... he looked like he could have been Captain Norway. I asked Erin about Camille's advances, but she simply gave me a mysterious smile and said that it wasn't for her to say. I tried pressing her but relented when she asked me not to make her tell me. Knowing Erin and Camille, I would find out eventually.

I could tell Jessica wasn't happy when I told her I wouldn't be there to greet her. She seemed extra quiet when I told her that I would be in Europe for a little while and made a half-hearted joke about not being invited. I didn't take the bait. I still wasn't over the fact that she'd cheated on me, and I didn't want to reward her weak attempt at manipulation.

My next conversation was with Charity. She was supposed to move into the apartment building at some point soon, and I wanted to make sure that was still happening. She assured me that she would be a fool to not take my offer and asked if she could take the week to rest a little more in Nevada and fly out next week. I told her I might be out of town but that it would be fine. Someone would let her into her apartment, and she could buy whatever she needed at my expense. Like Jess, she was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be there to greet her personally. She confessed that she was looking forward to finishing what we started in her bedroom. I promised to make it up to her.

Then I called Julia and arranged for her to spend time with Charity. The reporter promised to provide my new PR officer with a crash course on public relations and take the influencer under her wing. Julia was confident that they could get started on her education this week.

After checking in with Chandler Grayson and Karl Yunger, I decided to stretch my legs by seeing what everyone else was up to. That's when I found Helen and Shea lying on a bed, softly talking to each other while Bobbi was dozing in a fetal position between them. Damp hair clung to all three faces from the sweat coating their bodies. Erin announced that she was right behind me by brushing past me, grabbing my wrist, and dragging me into the room to give the three exhausted women a show. She moved so quickly that I didn't get a chance to shut the door, and I swear I saw Natashya peeking around the corner at least twice.

And Tara.

Tara amused me. I'd seen her hovering near where I had discovered the girls resting in the aftermath of their sapphic threesome. It was apparent she was very interested in whatever they were doing, but she had not received any kind of invitation from them to enter into the circle of intimacy that clearly existed among everyone else. I caught her eying all of the women on the plane, but she seemed especially interested in Erin and Emily, which was interesting because my assistant and sister were a study in contrasts. Erin was petite with smaller breasts. She was slender, had a bronzed complexion, dark eyes, silver hair, and was a succubus in human form.

Meanwhile, Emily was tall, with large, natural tits. She was more curvy than my assistant, with fair skin, shockingly light gray eyes, dark brown hair, and was a sweet, serial monogamist. Apparently, Tara's type was anyone who could be considered objectively hot and had tits.

I was upfront with them about my ulterior motive of flying to Amsterdam, telling them that according to Henry Psalter, that's where Roger was. Chloe immediately protested, suggesting that while Roger wasn't particularly deadly on his own, he was working with people who were dangerous enough to snatch him out from under her nose. Emily and Shea agreed with Chloe. Erin and Natashya defended my decision by pointing out that I wasn't planning to become John Wick and pursue the man personally. I simply wanted a front row to the action. Helen wasn't crazy about the idea that I might endanger myself by personally chasing after Roger, but the vindictive part of her enjoyed the possibility of seeing Roger's face after being cornered. Tara was neutral and said that as long as they weren't being shot at or kidnapped, it would be fine. Bobbi simply sat in silence, which was fine. She didn't get a say.

Roger's move to Amsterdam wasn't the sole reason for me to decide on a last-minute trip to Europe, though. Sure, it had been the catalyst, but it was also a good excuse to get away from Hiro Tanaka, who was still in New York. Putting an ocean between me and Hiro for the moment sounded like a great idea.

Another reason to visit Europe was because I'd never been overseas before, and my last attempt at a vacation was cut short thanks to the kidnapping. I wanted to take another trip, and if anything good had come from my conversation with Tyler, it was more clarity on just how wealthy I was. Vegas was small potatoes. I initially thought it was something rich people did, which was accurate. However, I wasn't just wealthy... I was the wealthiest man alive, and I had serious 'fuck you' money. Tyler was right. I could buy small countries with what I had and would have to work extremely hard to spend enough money that I even touched the principal. Even if I stuck my money in bank accounts with the most basic interest rates ever, the earnings alone could afford a kind of lifestyle that I could never have dreamed of before finding out about my grandfather.

Maybe it was time to dream a little bigger.

Amsterdam didn't disappoint... especially considering who I was doing it with. I got to try truffles for the first time with Natashya, Erin, Shea, Helen, and Tara. They were some kind of hallucinogenic, similar to mushrooms, which was a blast. Since Emily and Bobbi had problems with drugs, Emily took Bobbi out for a little one-on-one time. Unlike Helen, Erin, and Shea, Bobbi's status didn't seem to apply as much to Natashya and Emily. They seemed to have more of a platonic, sisterly relationship with Bobbi, which I appreciated. I wasn't sure that the dynamic between me and my pet could ever change or that I even wanted it to, but I wanted her to thrive in her own way, and I hoped friendship with my sister and her lover would help.

The entire night was spent talking about the universe, singing, playing stupid games like Twenty Questions, and watching movies. Things ended up getting a little spicy between me and the girls, thanks to our drug-fueled state. I especially enjoyed watching Erin tease the hell out of Tara all night. Shea ended up under my blanket during the movie-watching, blowing me to completion and promising me more later.

We all had brunch, went shopping, and went sightseeing the following day. I insisted that all the girls buy anything that caught their eye, which required me to summon people from our hotel to take several loads of stuff back to our hotel. All the while, I kept my eye out for any sign of Roger VanCamp, which I realized was incredibly naive. Amsterdam was huge, and I needed to be incredibly lucky to find Roger by chance. Naturally, none of us spotted anything, including Chloe and her team.

On the second night in Amsterdam, Shea, Erin, and I went to the red-light district and did a little window shopping. I was surprised to find so little to my liking, but Shea assured me that this was not the place to find someone for a random encounter. Erin managed to find the right contacts to secure an obscenely expensive escort that the three of us enjoyed as we went out for a night in town.

Unfortunately, it was cut short when someone knocked on our door. I thought it was Emily asking us to keep the noise down, so I at least put on some pants before opening the door. Henry Psalter was on the other side with Chloe, both of them looking grim. He told me that coming to Amsterdam was a mistake and that I needed to go. When I pushed back, my fixer and my bodyguard took me on a drive to a construction site to show me the body of a young man with a bullet through his head. Psalter explained that Hiro Tanaka had learned that I was in Amsterdam and engaged this man to assassinate me. Fortunately, Psalter's information and Chloe's vigilance had kept him from getting close.

"I can't look for Roger while trying to make sure you're safe," Psalter had said.

Considering part of the reason I left the States was to get further away from Tanaka, I took Psalter's advice and sent Quinn back home while hiring another plane to fly us to Paris. I hoped that would throw my pursuers off my trail for a while. Meanwhile, Henry would continue to look for Roger.

Thanks to the company I kept, Paris turned out to be just as fun. We stayed in a hotel a few hundred feet from the Eiffel Tower, and thanks to a combination of my money and Erin's magic, we secured a closed, guided tour of the Eiffel Tower that evening for three hours. A few food trucks even opened for us. We enjoyed French street food and ended up at the very top of one of the most well-known towers in the world, where Erin, Shea, and I fucked after we discussed where to go next.

The next day, we toured one of the other well-known features of Paris--The Louvre. It was much bigger than I thought, and there was no way we could do it all in a single day. After three hours, Erin, Natashya, Emily, and I went to the coffee shop to rest while the rest returned to the hotel room. That's when I spied her--she had twenty or twenty-one at the oldest. With flaming red hair and fair skin... she was fucking gorgeous. When I glanced at Erin, I caught her watching me with a mysterious smile. When we were ready to continue, Erin disappeared, saying she had a few things to do.

She'd surprised me after dinner by taking me back to the Louvre a few hours after closing for what ended up being a guided tour. The very same girl with flaming red hair I'd been staring at was with me; apparently, we were the only two participating in the guided tour. It ended with us eating in the Louvre among the Assyrian exhibits. That ended with us fucking, on the floor. The entire experience was surreal, not just because I'd fucked a beautiful stranger in the Louvre, but because she also spoke almost no English.

After we were done, we parted ways, and I didn't even get her name. Afterward, Erin explained how she had arranged the entire thing, from providing a generous donation to the Louvre to approaching the girl and planning out the rest of the logistics.

We took a day to simply recover before hiring private transport to London. I'd been under the impression we'd be able to see outside as we traveled under the English Channel, but I was disappointed to find out it was all enclosed and dark outside. For all I knew, I could have been traveling through a tunnel in a mountain.

It wasn't long after I got to London when I got the call from Chandler telling me that Carla Tanaka was about ready to burn VistaVision down. According to him, she hadn't been interested in being an executive assistant, insisting on filling a more important role. Unfortunately, VistaVision's new CEO met every suggestion with severe reluctance, pointing out that she was unqualified. Finally, Erin devised a solution by creating a fake job that sounded important. Thus, the Chief Cultural Curator position was born--Carla Tanaka would manage VistaVision's company culture. I was happy because it kept Hiro's wife in a place where I could keep an eye on her, and Chandler was happy because he could manage her in a way that minimized any damage she could do to the company.

We saw a few sights in London, but it was our second night there that I was pulled out of a deep sleep by the sound of screams. I ended up in Natashya's and Emily's room with half a dozen security personnel, only to find out that Natashya was occasionally suffering from night terrors, thanks to what happened to her in Nevada. I ended up staying up with her and my sister the rest of the night, watching movies and talking, and although what brought us together was sad, I enjoyed bonding with my sister and Natashya that night. Even though the occasional looks from Natashya suggested that she was starting to miss certain aspects of heterosexual sex.

The following day, Erin laid another massive surprise on me--staying in a castle in Scotland. It was a hotel run by a business looking to sell their establishment, and if I was interested, it could be mine for the low price of eleven million dollars.

Of course I was interested, so Erin made the arrangements, and we hired more private transport to take us North, stopping along the way to check out some of the sights before finally arriving at The Glenhilde Castle Hotel just outside of Fort Augustus. The rolling hills, glassy water, and vibrant greens won me over within a day. So did the idea of owning a fucking castle.

Remembering that Vikram and the other two were waiting for an answer, I snapped back to the present moment.

I turned away from the window and leaned against the sill, my eyes wandering around the room illuminated by the late morning sunlight streaming through the one-hundred-year-old glass panes. I could feel a light draft coming from the double doors in the middle of the large collection of windows, which felt good in contrast with the warmth from the fire. "Yeah. I'm interested."

"Wonderful," the woman said, her stern expression melting into a smile at the prospect of making a commission. "We'll finish the paperwork and start the buying process."

"How long will the process take?" I asked.

The two Scottish locals glanced at each other, and the real estate agent said, "It'll take a minimum of two to three months. We'll have to involve our solicitors, perform surveys, and ensure we're following all our historic preservation laws." Her accent was more British than Scottish.

I chewed on my lip as I considered just how far 'fuck you' money would get me and decided to go for broke. What's the worst they could do? Say no? "Can we make it happen in a week?" I asked.

Groat tried to cover a cough by shoving a fist against his mouth. He shook his head. "I'm afraid that's oot o' the question." He had something closer to the traditional Scottish brogue that was so commonly associated with the region, and the accent made me smile. "There's paperwork to be filed and procedures to honor. We might manage tae squeeze everything intae a month, but even then, that'd be pushin' it."

I glanced at Vikram, but he wasn't giving me much to work with. "Tell you what," I said, returning my attention to the two locals. "If you manage to put this deal together and finalize it by the end of next week, I'll offer the owner an extra million, and the two of you can split a hundred thousand for your services. I'll even handle the expenses necessary to expedite this... pay any extra fees... if you know what I mean."

Both pairs of eyes grew huge at the suggestion, and Mr. Groat said, "D'ye mind if we take a minute tae talk it over?"

"Please do. Vikram and I will just step outside for a few minutes." I turned and opened the doors to the outside balcony. Sharp as ever, Vikram followed me and shut the doors, sealing us from the common room.

"A week and a half to buy a castle?" he asked.

"I know," I said, leaning against the stone railing of the balcony and wrapping my arms around themselves. It was a cloudy September morning, and a light breeze danced through both our hair. My phone said it was 62 degrees, but the humidity gave the wind a little extra bite. None of us would be swimming in the loch today.

"They won't be able to do it," Vikram said, leaning against the railing beside me. His back was against it so he could look into the common room to watch the two Scots talking.

"Probably," I said. "But it doesn't hurt to ask."

"Is it worth an extra million and a half to expedite it that much? Do you have any plans I'm not aware of?"

Once again, Tyler's words came to mind about having more money than the budgets of many nations. I looked at Vikram and said, "I feel like we're becoming friends. Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course," Vikram said. "As my client and friend, I'd prefer it."

"I'm not trying to sound arrogant when I say this, but I wouldn't be surprised to find a million and a half in my couch cushions. Relatively speaking, twelve million is the equivalent of someone splurging on a steak dinner." I shrugged. "I want to see what my cushion money can do for me."

"Ah," Vikram said. "You're not status signaling. It's experimental consumerism."

"Yeah," I said, looking out at the grounds below. Several hotel guests sat around tables drinking coffee and eating brunch on the dedicated terrace. I spotted someone I was pretty sure was Tara, wearing tight lycra shorts and a hoodie, bouncing down some steps toward a trail that ran along the loch. It looked like she was going to go for a run. The very thought of that made my already-aching calves sting. I'd asked her to get me in shape, and she was earning her keep--Tara was an absolute slave driver.

"Erin and Helen seem to have their heads wrapped around what I'm financially capable of," I continued. "They've got unlimited spending accounts, and I don't ask questions, but I'd like to be a little more involved."

"So you don't really want a castle," Vikram suggested as he turned and leaned against the railing, mirroring me. "This is just an exercise... or like stretching?"

"Oh, I want a castle!" I corrected. "Who doesn't want to own a castle? I just want to see what stupid things my money can do. I mean... an apartment and a plane is one thing. Those are practical. A castle, though? That's just stupid--especially if I'm not here very often. Get it done in less than two weeks when everyone's telling me one or two months? Why not give it a shot and see what happens?"

Vikram shook his head. "God, you're lucky."

I grunted a noncommittal response as I stared at Tara's form as she walked away from the castle. I guess Vikram figured out who I was looking at because a few minutes later, he said, "Your personal trainer... that is a hell of a woman."

"You're not wrong," I sighed.

"Are you and her..." Vikram started to ask but trailed off. I guess there was no tactful way of asking your boss, client, or new friend if they were boning their personal trainer.

I shook my head. "Nah. We're not a thing. She's just really good at her job, fun to hang with, and seriously nice to look at."

"They all are," Vikram said, shaking his head as he probably thought again about how lucky I was. "Helen seems happy."

The last time Vikram and I seriously talked, he had advised me to stop seeing Helen before I got in over my head with Roger. He turned out to be wrong because I was too big of a client for Karl and William to relinquish. I would have bet anything that both of them would have sold their families if it meant hanging onto my business. I was probably the very definition of 'too big to fail.' That didn't mean Vikram's advice was bad; if I'd been almost anyone else, Vikram probably would have been right. He seemed to contain insight and wisdom that wasn't all that common, and I needed that in my corner while I was still trying to learn to keep my head above water.

"She does," I said. "I'm going to miss her. Thanks for coming, by the way."

"No problem," Vikram said. "Thanks for my promotion."

"You were underappreciated. I shouldn't have needed to ask."

The rattle of a knob being turned caught my attention, and I looked over my shoulder as Isla Fraser opened the door to peer out at me. "Mr. Upton?"

"Yes?" I asked.

"If we can get the paperwork signed this morning, I believe we can make it work. Would you want to keep the business intact?"

"I think so," I said. "I don't know how much I'll be out here, so having it earn some income makes sense. I'd like to keep the name, the employees, and all the assets."

"Very well. Let me make a few calls, and then we can finish the paperwork when you're ready." She gave me a tight-lipped smile before shutting the door.

"Well, I better get back in there and see what help I can be," Vikram said, straightening up. "Any other miracles you need us to work?"

I looked back at the grounds around the castle as I considered his request.

"Maybe find out what Scotland's policy is on moats with alligators."

Wednesday, September 4th, 11:08 am

I traced my fingers over her bare back, enjoying the slight hills and valleys of her bare golden skin as she lay motionless in the bed. Then I caught one dark brown eye peeking at me from beneath her mop of silver hair. Seeing her look at me was enough to bring a smile to my face.

Erin rolled onto her side and propped herself on one elbow, running her fingers through her messy, bed-worn tangles and giving me a sleepy smile. "Hey, boss," she whispered. "What time is it?"

"It's a little after eleven," I whispered back, brushing a few strands of silver gossamer from her face with my thumb.

Her eyes grew wide, and the smile slipped from her face, but I beat her to it. "Don't worry about it. I asked Vikram to handle it."

"But it's my--"

"Your job's to do what I say," I said, pressing the same thumb over her lips to silence her and leveling my best authoritarian gaze at her. "And I'm telling you to stay here."

In response, Erin slid her lips over my thumb, suckling on it as her incisors gently bit halfway down my thumbnail. Her dark eyes switched from worry to blazing lust as if I'd simply flipped a switch in her brain. My dick was already half hard again as I slowly pulled my digit from her pouty lips.

"That was fucking hot, Marcus," Erin breathed.

I leaned in, pressed her lips to mine for a brief kiss, and then said, "I think they can wait a little longer for me."

"What about our guest?" Erin asked.

Still caressing Erin's cheek, I glanced over her shoulder at the still form lying about a foot away in the bed and facing away from us. Her head was partially buried under one of the three pillows she was using, making it hard to tell if she was genuinely asleep, but after the night the three of us had, it was safe to assume she was still unconscious. The edge of the bedsheet was gathered at her armpit, leaving her arm and shoulder bare. It draped over her, leaving half her fair, freckled back exposed.

"I think we should wake her up." I looked back at Erin. "I wouldn't mind a repeat performance."

Erin simply grinned at me. I gave her another kiss as I quickly shed my shirt and pants and broke it once I was as naked as she was. I crawled over her and approached the unconscious woman lying on the other side of the bed, slipping under the sheets and settling next to her. I felt the warm, smooth skin of an ass cheek brush my already moderately hard erection as I pressed my body against hers. There was an immediate stir and a small groan as the ass slowly gyrated back against my crotch.

Her fair skin was covered in a moderate dusting of freckles, which gave her a slightly more tanned appearance if you saw her from a distance. They spread across most of her skin, more concentrated near her shoulders and arms. Her skin looked absolutely delicious when paired with her dark auburn hair, and I lowered my head to press my lips to her skin between her shoulder and neck. The tip of my tongue ran over her silky smoothness as I gently sucked on her and slid an arm around the curve of her waist to pull her more firmly against me.

As my lips gently caressed up the curve of her neck, I was rewarded with a gentle hum of contentment. She was waking up, which was a good thing because my erection was beginning to throb as it lay nestled in the crack of her back.

"Good morning," I whispered, my nose nuzzling her ear.

"Mmm... mornin'," she said in her thick Scottish accent.

She rolled over in my arms, and I lifted my head away. She smiled up at me with her bright green eyes. One of my hands trailed up her flat stomach and palmed a heavy breast in one hand, and her eyes slid shut as her smile got bigger.

Lillian McCready was absolutely stunning. There was no other word for it.

True to her word when I hired her, Erin had once again played wingman for me when we'd gone out for food in one of the local towns. It'd started off innocent enough, with us just going to pick up some food for everyone who stayed back at the castle, but our plans were completely derailed when Erin found the nineteen-year-old freckled redhead working as a waitress in the place. Before I knew what was happening, Erin and I were sitting down for dinner while Chloe sat at a table nearby.

It'd started off innocently, with Erin being charming and making small talk with the pretty waitress. She asked probing questions, and I could tell she was gauging how open the young woman would be to playing with both genders. It turned out Lillian wasn't put off by Erin's advances. I messaged Emily and told them to fend for themselves at the restaurant in the hotel; we spent the next three hours at The Golden Goat. Erin's shift ended after the second hour, and she spent the next one enjoying our company and alcohol in our booth. Three left the castle in search of food. Four returned.

I ran my hands through her red hair, brushing some of it out of her face so I could kiss her. Our lips melded against each other, and I felt hers tentatively part. The taste of her morning breath was palpable, but I didn't mind--it made this moment more real. It made her more real.

Her tongue brushed my upper lip, and then she suddenly broke the kiss, pulling her head back and looking horrified. "I can't kiss ye right now!" she gasped. "You've already brushed yer teeth! I must taste like a dumpster!"

"I don't care," I chuckled, cupping her cheek in my hand and drawing her lips back to mine. It took a little coaxing, but in a few moments, her tongue lapped at mine. Her movements were uncertain, implying a lack of experience compared with the likes of Erin or Helen, which only served to emphasize the girl-next-door sex appeal she radiated.

Her breasts were brushing my chest, and her hips were beginning to rock back and forth into my crotch as we started making out in earnest. Then she squealed and pulled back again, breaking the spell. I opened my eyes to see my assistant had crept up on her from the other side of the bed, her darker skin beautiful next to Lillian's. Her lips were pressed to the side of the teenager's neck, and I realized I could feel a hand on top of the one I had resting on Lillian's waist.

Erin grinned into Lilllian's neck and said, "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh! No... not at all." There was a note of uncertainty in her voice. I didn't get the sense that Erin was unwelcome... just that Lillian wasn't all that experienced. Without the magic of a first meeting mixed with a little bit of alcohol, I had a sneaking suspicion that being in bed with a man and a woman was a little more intense than what she was used to.

"Good," Erin said and pressed her lips to Lillian's. The girl's eyes went wide as silver dollars, the green in her irises plainly visible as she spent the next few moments trying to process what was happening to her. I decided to help her along by pulling the sheet further down Lillian's body, exposing her chest, and planting several kisses across one of her breasts.

Lillian's chest was just like the rest of her--crowded with freckles along the top while much more pale and flawless around her tits. They were large and full, heavy teardrop shapes that were a large C-cup. Now that she was on her back, they were subtle slopes of soft pale flesh capped with areolas and nipples so pale pink that they were barely distinguishable from the rest of her tits. I wasted no time diving in to feast on the young Scottish woman, capturing one of her pale pink nipples between my lips and rolling it back and forth across my tongue.

The fingers of my left hand grazed over her taught belly, marveling at the silky expanse as they traveled back and forth, circling her belly button a few times, moving up to trace over the breast I wasn't attacking with my mouth, and then back down. Lillian's legs parted as my fingertips brushed over the wiry curls between her legs, giving me access to her wet, inviting snatch.

Thanks to the combination of my and Erin's skills, whatever nervousness Lillian was feeling quickly evaporated. She went from a scared little doe to an active participant in the span of a minute; her tongue began lashing against Erin's, slowly increasing in its insistence as her whimpers became moans, which turned into lust-filled groans. Her arm--held at her side so far--curled up as she pressed her palm into the back of my head, encouraging me to continue my oral assault on her breast.

Erin broke the kiss and trailed her lips across Lillian's freckled face. Her teeth grazed along her jawline and up to her ear, whispering filthy things to the younger woman that I could only imagine. I contributed by slipping my middle and ring finger between two very slippery pussy lips.

"Ohh... yes," Lillian panted, her hips gyrating as she pressed her crotch into my hand. "Ohh... please..."

My assistant kissed and licked down our lover's neck to join me at her breasts, occupying the one I wasn't currently working on and mirroring my actions. I saw the triumphant, self-satisfied look in her eyes as she put on a show for me, slowly sliding her tongue across Lillian's nipple before tracing the tip around it and sucking the tiny nipple between her perfect lips. I could practically hear the message she was sending me with that look: What would you do without me, boss?

"Nnng!" Lillian moaned. Then she gasped and said something I couldn't make out--her Scottish accent was just too thick when she was being driven mad. Erin took it as a cue and kissed her way down Lillian's taught, yet feminine, belly, crawling between her legs as she buried her face in the girl's thick pubic hair. My assistant grabbed my wrist and gingerly pulled my fingers out of Lillian's heated love tunnel.

"Nnnooo!" the redhead gasped and started to sit up.

I put my other hand on her chest and pressed her gently back down on the bed. "Shh," I said, "Let her. She knows what she's doing."

"Ugh," Lillian grunted, looking up at me with desperate emerald eyes. "I was so close!"

I leaned forward to brush my lips against hers, feeling her quickened breath roll across my face and smelling her breath. I didn't dare look away from the little angel I was hovering over as she stared up at me with a look of pure hunger... not even to watch Erin as I felt her take my middle finger between her lips and suck the juices off. She repeated it with my ring finger; I could feel the movements of her lips and tongue--slow, languid movements that suggested she was savoring the young woman's flavor.

"By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us to stop," I said, kissing her fiercely as I felt Erin's lips leave my fingers.

A moment later, Lillian gasped into the kiss, pulling the breath out of my lungs as she clutched my shoulders and pulled me against her. Erin's lips and tongue had made contact with the beautiful redhead's slit.

I ground my painfully erect cock against her thigh as we devoured each other... she had no reservations about kissing me at all. The young woman shoved her tongue in my mouth as far as she could, frantically searching for mine as if somehow that would put out the growing fire between her legs that Erin was stoking.

She squealed into my mouth, and I felt her tense underneath me; she was getting close. Breaking the kiss, I grinned at her as she gulped down mouthfuls of oxygen. She looked up at me with her big, green eyes full of warring emotions--mostly made of nervousness and desire. She tilted her head back, her pink lips open as she took in ragged breaths, unable to take her eyes off me. She was so close.

I reached down and tapped Erin on the top of the head, and she got the hint. She sat back on her haunches and husked, "She's ready for you, boss."

Crawling the rest of the way over her, I positioned myself between her legs and planted a hand on either side of her face, giving her absolutely nowhere to escape as my groin hovered just over hers. My fully erect cock dangled over her, bobbing slightly before I felt Erin's slender fingers wrap around its girth, gently guiding me by my member until the tip made contact with Lillian's sopping mess of vagina.

Lillian's hands slammed down onto the mattress, and her fingers grasped at the bedsheets as I pushed my hips forward and invaded her. She was tight... fuck, she was as tight as you'd expect a nineteen-year-old woman who'd only had sex with one other person to be. Her pussy gripped my cock almost like it was trying to pull me into it. Thank God it was as slippery as it was.

I soon had more than half my length inside her when Erin released me and scrambled on top of Lillian. She claimed the young woman's lips with her own, initiating a fierce makeout session that I couldn't see very well thanks to the angle... not that it mattered. I began working my cock in and out of the hot young Scot while palming Erin's tight little ass, playing Vikram's words in my head again. God, you're lucky!

Erin broke the kiss with the innocent redhead and propped herself up with her arms, her silver hair spilling down one side of her face as she looked Lillian in the eyes. "I knew I was right about you," she breathed. Then she grabbed Lillian by the hair, pulled her head to the side, and buried her face in the side of the younger woman's neck.

"Oh god!" Lillian said, her hands sliding across the middle of Erin's back; the tips of her fingers dug into her bronze skin as the Scottish girl tried to scratch the woman with nails she didn't have. Her eyes screwed shut as she gritted her teeth, fucking back against me to help bury as much of my cock in her as possible. I picked up the pace and plunged in and out of Lillian while she and Erin necked each other. Not a full minute had passed before the young woman under my assistant began bucking furiously against both of us as she let out a prolonged groan of pleasure, finally getting a chance to cum. Compared to someone like Bobbi or Erin, she was a quiet girl, so that was practically a scream.

Erin clamped her lips around the same delicate nipple I'd been concentrating on just as it seemed like Lillian was about to come down from the powerful orgasm that had just ripped through her.

"What're ye..." The redhead's eyes widened in surprise, and she touched my chest. "No! Make her..." She couldn't finish her sentence as another climax began to build within her. She grabbed Erin's hair and instead of pulling her off the nipple she was accosting, Lillian shoved her face even tighter into her tender breast. She threw her head to the side, partially burying her face into a pillow and screaming as she came again. The walls of her pussy clenched tight around my cock, making the entire experience even more intense than it already was.

"Fuck!" I breathed... Thanks to Helen, I still had a little more time before I was ready to shoot another load, but I could feel it approaching.

Before Lillian had a chance to recover, Erin leaped off her and immediately began rolling her over even while I was still fucking her. I pulled out and helped her put the redhead on her hands and knees before inserting myself back inside her to pound away at her silky vagina again. Erin crawled in front of Lillian and grabbed her by the shoulders, hauling her up until they were pinned against my chest as I fucked her. My assistant walked forward on her knees as I pulled Lillian's arms behind her back and held them into place.

Lillian McCready was sandwiched between Erin and myself, being railed by me from behind as Erin grinned up into the freckled face of the pretty Scot. She cupped her cheeks in both hands and brought the young woman's lips to her own for a searing kiss that they both managed even as she was bumping up and down on my firm rod. I joined in, kissing along her shoulder as I watched the two of them make out while firmly impaling the younger woman with almost violent thrusts. Erin made a show of it for me, their tongues leaping back and forth between their lips in a wild dance as Lillian whimpered.

Erin's dark eyes cut over to me, and she winked at me as she grinned into the kiss. Then she broke it and pushed back the younger woman's head until the back of it rested in the crook of my neck. Her breathing was labored as I continued to use her to pleasure myself, still kissing up and down her neck as I thrust my groin into her ass.

My assistant's lips weren't too far from mine as she trailed them down. She passed me and continued south, along our lover's speckled chest and down to her breasts, where she lashed both of them liberally with her tongue.

Unable to take anymore, I unleashed a torrent of semen inside the sweet Scottish girl worthy of a firehouse. Load after load was injected straight into her young womb, painting it with my seed. I cried out, and it got Erin's attention. She immediately peered over Lillian's shoulders and pressed her lips into mine, eating my cries of pleasure as she moaned into me. Her moans quickly became whimpers, and I realized she was also cumming from her own self-manipulations. That wouldn't do... I'd have to make it up to Erin later.

I let the remaining few spurts of my jism pour into Lillian's waiting womb before finally thrusting the poor girl forward, pushing her into Erin, which sent both of them tumbling onto the mattress in a tangle of arms. Lillian squealed; Erin giggled as they crashed into the sheets.

I simply knelt there, watching as they rolled once over the bed and came to a halt, lying next to each other, making out softly as I caught my breath. Whatever discomfort Lillian originally had in being intimate with Erin had completely dissipated by this point, and she looked just as comfortable making out with my beautiful assistant as she did serving beer.

Grinning at them, I started to move forward to join the pair in some much-anticipated post-coital cuddling when I heard my phone buzz. The two girls practically ignored it as they devoured each other, but I wasn't as privileged. I had too many people I was waiting to hear from.

I crawled to the edge of the bed, fished it out of the puddle of fabric that was my pants and looked at the screen. I didn't recognize the number, but it wasn't anything in the US. "Hello?" I said, sitting back up.

"Marcus!" a familiar voice said, sounding bright and cheery. "It's good to hear your voice!"

"Thanks," I said, sounding slightly confused as I fell back on the bed, landing next to Lillian. "I'm sorry... I don't recognize the number. Who is this?"

The voice on the other end gave an amused snort. "It's Astrid."

"Astrid!" I said, sitting up on the bed. "I'm so sorry I didn't recognize your voice!"

Erin broke the makeout session with Lillian and sat up, eyeing me as I spoke on the phone.

"It's quite alright," the Norwegian woman said. "We've only talked a couple of times, and this is a different number than the one I gave you. I just wanted you to know that I've scheduled some time tomorrow to talk to Hiro Tanaka on your behalf."