The Love Of Money - S02 E143

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The Love Of Money - S02 E143

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 143

My heart started racing. I knew we had promised to talk today, but with everything that happened after she left, Natalie had slipped to the background of my mind. Besides, part of me thought her interest might cool after a night’s sleep… considering what I’d exposed her to. No one could blame a girl for wanting to run far away after being introduced to a sex dungeon where the man she was interested in dating played with other women. Doubly so, given the hardcore bondage lesbian show.

The fact that she called at all gave me hope.

I opened my phone, scrolled to my call history, and confirmed: Natalie had indeed called me twice. Two texts waited for me as well. The first read, Call me when you wake up. The second, Hey, I know you’ve got a full morning. Just checking to see if you’re busy.

I looked up at Erin. “Looks like I’m getting that date.”

“It sounds like she’s interested in more than just a date,” Erin said.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I’m talking about our date.”

Erin was quick-witted. I rarely caught her off balance. This time, though—her mouth opened, shut, and then opened again. A subtle flush crept over her cheeks, and then I was rewarded with a pleased smile she immediately tried to hide by dropping back into her chair. She stretched with feline grace and grinned, tongue running across her teeth like a vampire checking the sharpness of her fangs. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, sir. You still have to cross the finish line.”

I held the phone up. “Speaking of which…”

Erin’s eyes lit up. “Want to bet on which ring she picks up?.”

“Hm. What are the stakes?” I asked.

“A blank check.”

I gave Erin a skeptical look. “A metaphorical one, right? A literal blank check doesn’t mean much to me.”

“Yep,” she said. “An IOU.”

“What kind?”

“What kind do you think?” she snarked. “Sexual.”

I studied her, trying to find the angle. Erin was more intelligent than I was, and she already had several plans in the works—some obvious and some I only suspected. Tara… Natalie… she was the one who hired Camille, and she’d brought on an ex-brothel madam to run my household.

“Don’t you have enough webs to weave?”

She bit her lip, leaned forward, eyes glinting playfully. “Never…”

Moments stretched on as we stared at each other, neither of us blinking. Finally, I decided to play the game. Erin had never steered me wrong, after all.

“Sure,” I said. “Two rings. She’s too classy to pick up on the first one.”

“Three rings,” Erin countered. “She knows you’d think that. Three feels natural for a busy person.”

We continued our staring contest, as I pressed my thumb to the screen, called Natalie, then put it on speakerphone and placed it on the table next to me. I wouldn’t have her accusing me of cheating.

The phone rang once, and I took the time to enjoy a sip of my coffee as I watched Erin. She sat back in her chair and threw a leg over one arm, giving me a beautiful scene to look at—her panty-covered crotch. The strip of thin black material barely covered the treasure underneath. Even though it wasn’t transparent, I could still make out the indentations her pussy lips made in the fabric. She took a sip of her coffee and just smirked at me.

I looked down at the phone, expecting the second ring any—

“Hello?”

Erin and I looked at each other in complete shock, and for the second time in a matter of minutes, I got to see Erin’s mouth work wordlessly.

“Nat!” I said, leaning in so that I almost sandwiched my full coffee cup between me and the arm of my chair. I placed it on the table carefully before I actually spilled it. “Hi!”

“Marcus!” She said, sounding delighted. There was a moment of hesitation, and then she continued, “I’m so glad you called!”

“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry it took so long. I was… busy this morning.”

“Am I on speaker?” Natalie asked.

“One second,” I said, picking up the phone and turning off the speaker as I held it up to my face. Erin’s delight turned into a bratty pout, glaring at me over her coffee cup as she took another sip. Her legs stayed completely spread.

I turned and took a few steps away from her. “My hands were full. Did you get enough sleep?”

I heard her snort on the other end. “No.”

“No?”

“I was too busy thinking about everything from last night.”

“Ah. Yeah.” I turned back around to see Erin still watching me, her lips pursed prettily as she blew on her coffee. Her free hand was draped between her legs, lazily dragging her middle finger up and down her cloth-covered mound.

“I hope they weren’t bad thoughts.”

“No!” Natalie said quickly. “They weren’t! It was just… a lot. I think I finally got to sleep around three-thirty.”

The first question that crossed my mind was whether she had gotten off on the memory of what she saw, but I was hesitant to ask. Trying to work out how else to respond, I stood there, spaced out as I stared at the little show Erin was giving me. She tilted her head to the side, looking up at me, her smile a gentle question that I couldn’t quite understand.

“I…” Natalie hesitated, sounding unsure about her next question. “How late did stay up last night?”

Lying to her seemed like the easiest response, but I decided against it. I’d shown her the dungeon last night. She’d seen me interact with Bobbi and Helen. Even before that, I’d danced with girls in ways that no man should in front of someone they were trying to date.

She’d been relatively cool about all of it. There had been moments of doubt—especially in the dungeon—but compared to the average girl, Natalie had proven herself open-minded. On top of that, I didn’t know what was in store for us, but I knew with absolute certainty that I didn’t want it to start off with a lie, and was there even any point in lying? If she couldn’t handle my lifestyle, there was no future for us.

Like I said last night—radical honesty.

“I might have seen the sun come up,” I said.

Erin’s smile slowly faded as we watched each other. Her expression went neutral as she watched me, and I was sure she could see the feelings painted all over my face as the anxiety began to boil in me with each passing moment of silence. Natalie had to understand the implications behind telling her that I stayed up all night after a party like that.

“I… see,” she said, her tone neutral. “And did you spend it alone?”

I steeled myself—radical honesty.

“No,” I said. “We had something of an afterparty.”

No response.

“You there?” I finally asked.

“Mmhm,” Natalie said. Her tone gave me nothing to work with.

Another moment passed, and then she said. “Who was it with?”

“Nat,” I said, turning away from Erin as I began to pace. “You sure you want to know?”

“Yes. I want you to be honest with me. Was it Bobbi and that other woman? The blonde one? Erin?”

I sighed. “After you left, the party ramped up. It was a lot of fun. Eventually, Rose brought me to the game room.”

“Rose,” Natalie said. “The really skinny one? The dancer?”

“That’s the one. She uh… Charity was there, and we went to a closet for a little bit and did some stuff—”

“You fucked her?” Natalie asked, still carefully neutral.

“Yeah,” I said. Then we came out, and Rose, Helen, Erin, Shea, and Tara were all there.”

“Tara… your personal trainer?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“She’s a lesbian, right?”

“She mostly watched,” I said.

Natalie snorted, seeming to find my phrasing funny. “Mostly.”

“Then… Kelly came in,” I said, “and Jessica.”

“Your ex!?”

I winced at that. “Yeah.”

“That’s happening?”

“Some,” I said. “Not a lot. It’s not a relationship. It’s just sex.”

Natalie grew quiet again, and I let her take her time. She’d been through a lot with Tyler, and now she was possibly becoming entangled with his brother, whom she had seen with his submissive just the night before, and now was learning that he was fucking his ex-girlfriend.

If I were in her shoes, I would have probably run away screaming.

After nearly a minute, though, the silence became a little too much to bear. “Nat?”

“I’m here.” Her tone was soft.

“Okay,” I said.

“It’s just a lot.”

“I know. Are we okay?”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to think. Last night… and now this…”

“I want to take you out tonight,” I blurted, half afraid she would end the call. “Would you let me?”

“Out where?”

“Say yes and find out tonight,” I said.

More silence. Then, “Marcus, I’m scared.”

“I know,” I said. “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t w—”

“I want to,” Natalie cut in over me. “It would just be us, right?”

“Yes,” I said before the question had dried. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I really like you, Natalie. I’ve liked you for a long time. If you’re not busy or anything, just come out with me tonight. It’ll just be us. On a date. No one else and no expectations.”

She was quiet for a thoughtful moment, and then said, “I wouldn’t mind a little expectation.”

That answer felt like she was running hot and cold, which was frustrating, but despite it, I couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t hate me. That was a good sign.

“So… tonight?”

A beat of silence. Then she asked, “What time?”

By the time we got off the phone, we had made plans for me to pick her up at seven this evening. Most of her caution had melted away, and we ended the call with a little flirtatious banter.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I turned to Erin. “I need some suggestions on places to go tonight.”

Erin was still lazily playing her fingers over her mound as she stared up at me. “She didn’t run, huh?”

“Not yet,” I said.

“Alright then,” she said, and slapped her mons with her fingers once before sliding her leg off the arm of the chair and rising to her feet.

“I’ll put together some options for you,” she said.

I closed the distance between us until she was pressed against me. “You don’t have to right this second,” I said, suddenly feeling amorous as I slid my hand under the hem of the shirt she wore and palmed her tight little panty-clad ass.

“I don’t,” she said, looking up at me with big doe eyes. “But I have to get some things together for Emiko and Psalter. Breakfast should be ready for you in about thirty minutes. You might want a shower before then.”

She quirked an eyebrow up at me. “After though…”

“It’s a date,” I said.

She grinned. “Two dates in one day. Careful, sir. You’ll make the girls jealous.”

I kneaded her ass in my hand as I stared down at her, a serious thought crossing my mind. “You’re telling me Natalie isn’t a problem for you? Helping me fuck a girl is one thing, but this…” I held up my phone, which still showed Natalie’s name on the screen where my call had ended.

Her smile softened. “Seriously, Marcus. I’m fine.”

“You’ll let me know if that changes, right?” I asked.

“What would you do?” she asked. Her smile was there, but the look in her eyes sharpened.

Truth be told, it depended on who it was. Someone like Rose? I’d cut them loose in a heartbeat if it meant that much to Erin. Helen or Bobbi? That was a much harder question to answer. Natalie was in between the two. “I don’t know… I guess it depends.”

“Then I guess we’ll cross that bridge if we ever come to it,” she said, that sharpness fading.

I pulled her tighter into me and kissed her softly on the lips. “Okay,” I murmured against her mouth, “but you have to let me know if something’s bothering you.”

“I will,” she murmured back, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing into the kiss.

And then a thought struck me.

“Hey!” I said, suddenly pulling back to look her in the eyes. “Who was in the closet with Charity and me last night?”

Erin snapped at my chin with her teeth and slipped free of my grasp. “Not for me to tell!” She turned and picked up her coffee as she made her way to the door out into the hallway. She opened it halfway and then stopped to look back at me. “Downstairs in thirty minutes?”

Without waiting for an answer, she disappeared, leaving me alone with my question unanswered. “Not your secret!?” I called after her as she disappeared through the doorway.

Why the fuck was that some kind of big secret?

I shook my head. It was a dumb one. Considering everyone who was there last night, I had a pretty good idea of who it was—someone who had every reason to fool around with me in the dark.

And I had a feeling that if I said anything to her about it, she’d leave for real this time.

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