The Love Of Money - S01 E218

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The Love Of Money - S01 E218

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 218

After saying goodbye to Danni, Marcus returns to the party.

After finishing and getting dressed again, Danni and I continued the rest of the way to the garage. We didn't talk very much in the aftermath of the elevator sex we'd just had, Danni simply gave me Bambi eyes and slipped one hand into mine, our fingers interlacing. I met her gaze, and she looked away, suddenly a shy high schooler compared to the nymphomaniac I'd seen so many times. Honestly, loved the way she did that - able to turn off the slut routine at the drop of a dime and pick up the innocent neophyte persona. Danielle Holland epitomized the saying - 'lady in the streets, freak in the sheets.

I walked her to her car and pressed her against her driver's door as we made out once more, me sliding my hands under her skirt to cup and squeeze her warm ass as she ran her hands over my chest and whimpered in my mouth. After a solid minute, I let her go and watched as she pulled out of her spot, gave me a final wave and a sweet smile, and drove toward the exit. With Danielle gone, I headed back up to my apartment, passing a couple of people on their way out and thanking them for coming to my event.

Back on the roof, it looked like the party was starting to wind down. The music was set at a lower volume and seemed on autopilot since the DJ wasn't in the booth. My parents were gone, Kwan had managed to find another girl to talk to who wasn't married this time, and Richie was lying on one of the couches with his head in his girlfriend's lap. Megan was stroking his hair as I passed and looked up, giving me a small wave and a tired smile. Richle looked over and did the same. The pair of them looked like they were going to pass out soon

I let them be as I looked around for Jonah and Dillon but couldn't find them anywhere. Interestingly enough, a few other key players were also missing: Erin, Rose, and Jessica. I couldn't find them around the pool, so I decided to check the gardens, recalling Rose had asked about hot tubs.

Sure enough, I found most of the people I'd been missing sitting in a hot, bubbly tub of water nestled in one of the garden alcoves. It was surrounded by trees and shrubs in full bloom. A couple of tables lined the walkway around the tub, and one of the walkways jutted out over the edge of the building, surrounded by a clear balcony. The rest of the wall lining one side of the tub was covered with climbing foliage, creating a pleasing blend of human architecture and natural beauty. It was complemented by a fantastic view of the city skyline late at night.

Seven people were sitting in the hot tub laughing as I passed through the opening in the follage wall-Jonah sat on the far end of the hot tub on the side with the balcony. Honey sat beside him, leaning against his side as an outstretched arm rested on the side of the hot tub behind her. Her blonde hair was several shades darker thanks to being soaking wet, and her massive breasts were threatening to spill out of a tight-fitting satin bra.

Erin sat on the other side of Jonah but wasn't laying against him the way Honey was. She was in a lounge in the corner of the tub, her head laying back, wet silver hair splayed around her; a flash of pink in the water suggested she had stripped down to her bra and matching panties. Considering this hot tub party was impromptu, it looked like everyone had improvised, using their underwear as swimwear.

Dillon sat near Erin on the left side tub, animatedly telling a story about someone he'd recently served at his job. Sitting opposite Dillon, about a foot from him, was a woman with a dark complexion, raven hair, and the absolute definition of 'dick-sucking lips. She was definitely Indian or Pakistani, but as she responded to something Dillon sald, her accent was West Coast American. Even sitting down in the water, she looked tall; standing up, I wouldn't have been surprised if she was Emily's height or even taller. Her long, glossy black hair hung straight down her back, and she had bangs cut in a straight line above her eyes, hiding her forehead. She was the first to catch sight of me, her dark eyes meeting mine as she gave me a beautiful smile.

"Oh hey! There's the man of the hour!"

Rose was next to her, sitting in the middle of the tub's edge nearest me. Her long hair had been pulled into a makeshift bun on the top of her head, exposing her delicate, swan-like ebony neck. The white straps of her bra contrasted beautifully with her very dark skin, and I unconsciously licked my lips as she looked over her shoulder, spotted me with her deep brown eyes, and gave me a warrn smile.

The last person in the water was Jessica, who sat on the right side

of the hot tub with Honey caddy corner on her right. She was wearing a lace black bra that also threatened to break as her breasts were barely held in by the flimsy garment. Like with Rose, the fabric contrasted wonderfully with her skin-dark material on pale flesh. Also like Rose, her dyed-red hair had been gathered in a makeshift bun on the top of her head, showing off miles of ivory neck that just begged to be kissed. She watched as I approached the tub, giving me a small smile that reeked of insecurity.

There was a glaring hole in the hot tub's seating arrangement-the corner nearest me between Rose and Jess. I approached it, leaning against the wall. "Looks like you guys decided to start a party inside a party."

"Hell yeah, we did," Erin said, sitting up in her lounger.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

We were kind of counting on it," Rose said as she patted the tub's empty corner.

I undressed down to my boxers and climbed in.

"Hi!" the Indian girl on the other side of Rose sald, giving me a dazzling smile. "I'm Kelly."

"Hey, Kelly, It's good to meet you. I'm-"

"Marcus Upton. Everyone here knows who you are."

It felt strange that everyone at my party seemed to know who I was, but I didn't know who they were. In my experience, whenever I had an event like this, only my friends attended, so having to be introduced to people at my own house after attending the same party for hours was something that needed getting used to.

"So," Rose said before I had a chance to respond, "Now that everyone is here, and we all know each other-"

"We do?" Dillon asked.

"Do you know everyone's name?" Rose asked.

"Well, yeah, but I know Scarlett Johansen's name too. Doesn't mean we know-"

"Dude," I said. That was all it took to shut him up.

"Thank you, Marcus," Rose said. "As I was saying, since we're all here, thought it'd be fun to play a little qame of Truth or Dare."