The Love Of Money - S02 E187

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The Love Of Money - S02 E187

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 187

That left the lush Latina woman, with her generous curves and voluminous hair, to approach me, her amber bedroom eyes radiating heat as her mouth curled up in a flirtatious smile. Reaching me, she hooked her index finger in the collar of my shirt, already stretched by Honey, and pulled me into her.

She was just a few inches shorter than me, with one of the wildest, thickest manes of wavy hair I’d ever seen on a woman. She wore several bangles on her wrists that jangled with every movement, large hoop earrings, a red skirt, and a white shirt that fell off her shoulders. Her midriff was left bare, showing that she had a flat, but feminine belly, which made her double D’s and generous ass look even more prominent.

She spun and pressed her back to me, her lush ass grinding into my crotch. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder, and I had to push my face through her hair to see her properly. Her hands wandered up my sides, down my hips as she swayed to the music.

“I hear that you’re the man of the hour,” she said, the slightest bit of a vague accent… Dominican, maybe?

“It’s been one hell of an hour, then,” I said, comfortable enough by now with meeting new women like this that I didn’t hesitate to place my hand on her hip and then slide it around to press my palm into her lower belly, encouraging her to grind back against me as I matched her rhythm. Our hips rolled as one as she cast her eyes up at me, smiling a wide, genuinely pleased smile that I’d fallen into step with her so quickly.

“How do you know, Honey?” I asked, dipping my head down to lay my lips on her bare shoulder.

“We take an aerial silk class together,” she said.

“Not a dancer?”

She bit her lip and then spun around, her large breasts brushing my chest. Her arms draped around my shoulders. “Nuh-uh… that’s Amara, Saskia, and Camila.”

As she said their names, she pointed to the athletic one with Dillon, the tall, slender blonde with Kwan, and the curvy one ganging up on Jonah with Honey.

She turned her honey brown eyes back to me. “I don’t dance for work. Only for fun, and you look like you could use some fun.”

“I could,” I said, “But first… I think my friend is feeling left out. Would you mind dancing with him?”

She glanced over her shoulder at Vikram and then at me. “Sure, baby, but only if you promise to dance with me later.”

“You couldn’t keep me away.”

The girl, whose name turned out to be Liana, had to coax Vikram out of his chair by literally tugging on his tie like it was a leash, but eventually he followed her out onto the makeshift dance floor, where all the others were getting into it.

Except Richie, who was full-on making out with the cutie pixie blonde while she straddled his lap.

Maybe he would be fine without Megan.

I settled back in my seat next to Chandler and took a long pull on my beer.

“That was very good of you,” Chandler said.

I shook my head. “Vikram doesn’t strike me as the type to go for a lot of opportunities like this.”

“That boy is smitten, and he’s afraid to mess up a good thing.”

“He should be. She’s a knockout.”

Chandler nodded in agreement, and the two of us watched as the girls and guys gyrated, ground, and danced with each other to the low thrum of dance music.

Eventually, Chandler leaned toward me and said, “Really though… how are you, my boy?”

“About as well as can be expected,” I said with a shrug.

“Still no word from Tanaka since the crash, I take it?”

I shook my head. “No. I sent him a pretty strong message, but nothing.”

Chandler looked grim.

“What?”

“Several of VistaVision's advertisement deals have fallen through, and three major sponsors have left. Two project heads are also threatening to leave. Our luxury entertainment sector is likely to see the largest drop in revenue in two decades.” He took his eyes off the ladies to look at me. “All that to say, shareholders and board members are out for blood, and suddenly, being the CEO isn’t as enjoyable as it once was.”

Once again, guilt clawed at me. “I’m sorry, Chandler. I didn’t know it would get this bad.”

“I did warn you that the man holds a grudge,” the old man said, “but this is hardly time for ‘I told you so.’ Anyway… it’s not really your fault, now is it? You didn’t know that Carla would betray him. Taking her under your protection so soon after the betrayal might have been a little premature, and sleeping with her most assuredly was short-sighted. At the end of the day, though, the man simply can’t take that he was outplayed by his wife and a young man with no experience in this sort of thing.”

“He really does have a lot of pride, doesn’t he?”

“I would consider it his greatest flaw,” Chandler said, then changed his mind. “Well… second greatest. His first, being his taste in women.”

Watching Jonah getting pawed by Honey while Jonah and Camila openly made out, I chuckled. “Come on… she’s not that bad once you get used to her.”

More like… once you used a firm hand on her. Helen’s little display had been more than enough to sober her up and get her to cooperate with us. While she was still an entitled, opportunistic brat, she didn’t hesitate to give me whatever information she could.

“Speak for yourself, boy,” Chandler spat.

“Do you want to step down?” I asked, still watching the others. Poor Vikram didn’t know what to do with his hands as he danced along with his partner. Meanwhile, she kept a firm grip on his tie and used it to control his motions as they moved across the floor partially. She was confident, with thick brown, wavy hair flying around in her wake. Vikram looked half-scared out of his mind.

Meanwhile, Richie was making awkward progress with his companion. She was all tight body and lithe grace, moving across his lap with slow, deliberate movements that belied the strength of her core—a study in feminine strength and grace.

“If I knew where this would go, I would not have taken this job,” Chandler admitted, watching along with me. “However, I’m committed. I don’t think I would be all that offended if you asked me to step down, but as long as I’m there, I’ll do the damn job.”

I glanced at Chandler, more convinced than ever that he was a real one. “I won’t let this go on forever, man.”

He finally looked back at me. “That would be much appreciated, sir.”

Camila broke away from Jonah, said something to the couple, and then turned to approach where Chandler and I were sitting. I thought she was about to come for me, but instead, she approached the older man. She stopped so that her legs brushed his knees as she leaned forward, placing a hand on the armrests as she leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill out of her top.

Her chocolate brown eyes flashed. “I think you need to join us on the floor, amor.”

Chandler didn’t quite look uncomfortable, but there was definitely some unease in his shoulders. “Thank you, young lady, but no. I’m afraid I’m too old to be dancing like that.”

She tsked at him. “You’re only too old when you say you’re too old. You look in decent shape. You’ve got to use that body if you want to keep it.”

The way she said that last line left it unclear exactly how she meant Chandler to use it.

“Chandler?” I said.

He glanced at me.

“Go cut loose a little,” I said. “That’s what this is for.”

I wouldn’t have insisted if I thought he preferred men or was uncomfortable with the idea of being with a woman like this. Still, Erin assured me that Chandler was most assuredly not gay. Psalter, who had done due diligence on most of my employees, informed me that while he didn’t maintain a relationship, he saw the same woman once a month, staying at her house. According to him, it was an escort.

“There,” Camila purred. “You see? Even he agrees with me.” Like the one who had taken off with Vikram, she utilized his tie to coax him out of his chair as well. Chandler went reluctantly, glancing at me as he joined the others.