Wednesday, 6:45 am
“Mmm… leaving already?”
I turned as I finished buttoning my shirt, looking at the lovely blonde propped up on one elbow, watching me through sleepy eyes. Even waking up, Helen was a vision. The sheet draped partially off her back, exposing a shoulder and generous amounts of teardrop-shaped side boob – a feast for my eyes. That hunger must have been obvious despite the low light of early morning because she smiled at me and reached up to tuck some stray hair behind her ear. Something was different about the way she looked at me this time. Usually, she was a tigress. A seductress. A goddess of lust and hedonism taking human form. Now, she looked more like a blushing, vulnerable young woman with about fifteen years less experience. She felt more like a girlfriend the morning after an intense lovemaking session. It was adorable.
“Yeah,” I said, “Erin’s downstairs getting everything together. We’re leaving in about fifteen minutes.”
Helen sighed. “There goes morning sex, I guess.”
“You have other options,” I pointed out.
Helen snorted. “That’s more work than I’m willing to put in right now.”
We were talking about Bobbi.
After finishing with her, Helen suggested we leave her trussed to my bed and find a different room for the night. I’d been reluctant, but Helen convinced me she knew what she was doing. She confessed to having spent time in Bobbi’s position and was confident she would be alright. I made a note to ask Helen about that when I had more time.
“But,” Helen continued, “I guess I should give her a break.”
“I had Erin untie her about thirty minutes ago,” I said as I approached her. I ran my fingers through her hair until they caught several tangles, and redirected them to stroke her cheek. My fingertips traced the faint pattern of lines left behind by the pillow’s creases as I looked into her beautiful blue eyes.
“I’m sure you know what you’re doing,” I said, “but maybe go a little easy on her this morning. I don’t want to push her too hard.”
Helen turned her head and pressed her lips into my palm, eyes closed as she inhaled my scent. Finally, she pulled away and said, “She’ll be fine. I promise.”
We exchanged looks for several moments; I was unsure if her words were enough for me but conceded with a nod. If there was one area where I could show Helen trust without too much cost, it was with Bobbi and my apartment. Erin made sure that nothing vital was being kept here while I was gone, so in case things went south with Helen, there was only so much damage she could do. I hoped it was an unnecessary measure. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
“You’re going to order the things we talked about last night?” I asked.
“I’ll do it today,” she said with a smile. “I’ll send you images along with all the documentation on the company.”
“Awesome. Thank you.”
I leaned toward her and pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. There was no heat… just intimacy. Something in her had definitely changed.
“Be careful with Ashlee,” she said as I straightened. “She’s smarter than she looks.”
“I can’t believe you’re okay with this.”
“You’re extracting information from her. Not having her assassinated.”
“And you’re okay with me messing with her feelings?”
“That’s her doing,” Helen said, falling back onto the mattress. The way she stretched emphasized the feline qualities I often associated with her, and I watched as her breasts – a little more than a handful each – flattened against her chest as she lay on her back with her arms over her head. “Maybe she’ll learn a valuable lesson from it. Either way, I gave up on anything resembling a mother-daughter relationship a long time ago. I think she resents me.”
I simply watched her for several moments, mulling over the relationship she had with her daughter while enjoying the view. I found their situation a little hard to swallow, but I wasn’t going to press her on it. I needed to leave soon. “Okay, Helen. I’ll be back Sunday. See you then.”
She murmured a non-committal response as she rolled over, and I caressed her blonde hair once more before walking through the bedroom door and shutting it behind me. I went downstairs and headed toward the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. Sure enough, there was a fresh mug on a warmer for me on the kitchen counter. I wasn’t the only one in the kitchen though.
Bobbi sat a couple of seats down from where my mug was, sipping on a cup of coffee and staring off into the distance. It wasn’t until I approached the counter that her head snapped around to look at me, large eyes wide for a moment and shoulders tense as if she were ready to bolt. She looked rough, but not as rough as I anticipated. Her hair had a few tangles, and her makeup from last night had smeared and streaked, giving her a severe goth look. She wore one of my band T-shirts that looked baggy on her; the collar had slipped off one shoulder, leaving it bare. I couldn’t quite tell what she was wearing under it, but judging by the generous flash of thigh I got as I approached the counter, she was either wearing underwear, boyshorts, or nothing.
“Hey Bobbi,” I said and sipped my coffee. “Sleep well?”
She stared back at me for several heartbeats and then looked away as she took a sip from her mug, acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “I slept great.”
Judging by the bags under her eyes – or it might have just been old makeup – she was full of shit, but after the rough night Helen and I had given her, I decided to let it slide. “Good.”
“At least until your fucking assistant woke me up.”
“I asked her to,” I shot back. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind. Next time I won’t bother.”
“Next time?” Bobbi said, and I noticed the slight waver in her voice.
“Listen,” I said, ignoring her question, “I need to leave soon, so I want to make this quick. Here’s the deal. Helen’s staying here while I’m gone, and she’s in charge. As far as you’re concerned, if she says jump, the only thing you need to ask before jumping is ‘how high?’ I don’t know what she has planned, but you’re to participate.”
“This isn’t what I signed up for,” she said.
“This is exactly what you signed up for,” I replied, staring her down.
We gazed silently at each other, challenging each other to break. I took a sip of coffee without breaking eye contact, and then she finally looked away.
“I didn’t know there would be other women,” she muttered.
“Would you have been more comfortable with men?”
“Probably.”
I hadn’t expected her to answer like that; it gave me pause, and I wondered how I felt about sharing her with other men. I considered how I would feel sharing any of the women in my life with another guy. The thought of a different cock being anywhere near Erin immediately set off a visceral reaction. Question answered, which could be a problem down the road. When I hired her, Erin pointed out that if she became serious with another man, we would have to revisit our relationship. After what happened with Natalie, the very thought of that twisted my stomach.
Helen was a tricky situation. As far as I knew, I was the only man she had slept with in the last two weeks except maybe her husband. For some reason, the thought of Roger and her together didn’t summon the green-eyed monster like with Erin, but I hated injecting anyone else into the equation.
So, I clearly wasn’t into the idea of sharing Erin or Helen with other men. What about Danni?
I immediately hated the thought of her being with anyone else, but unlike the other two, we didn’t have an understanding. As far as I knew, she could find Mr. Right tomorrow and disappear from my sex life just as quickly as she appeared. Was there a future for me and Danni? Did I want that?
As I sipped and navalgazed, the elevator doors in the living room rolled open and footsteps sounded on the hardwood floors as someone approached. A moment later, Erin entered the kitchen with a bright smile and said, “Chloe’s got the car parked out front, bags are packed, Ray and the Johns are ready, and no paps in sight.”
“Paps?” Bobbi asked.
Erin mimed taking a picture as she made a clicking sound.
“Ah,” I said, looking back at Bobbi. “Paparazzi.”
“Oh,” Bobbi said. “Fuck ‘em. One of them ambushed me yesterday outside of Marduke. I told him to fuck off, and he wouldn’t leave.”
“What did you do?” Erin said, a bit of wariness creeping into her voice.
“Broke his camera across his nose,” Bobbi said, taking another sip of coffee.
“Ha!” Erin said.
I watched Bobbi thoughtfully, realizing this may have been the closest thing to a normal conversation I’d ever had with her. True to my natural tendencies, I had to stop myself from actually feeling some kind of human connection with this swamp hag of a woman, reminding myself how loathsome she had treated everyone we worked with.
“Okay,” I said, putting my coffee on the table, “We need to go.”
“Okay,” Bobbi said dismissively. “Bye.”
“Come here,” I said.
Bobbi stared at me for several unnecessarily long moments, then got up and slowly walked around the countertop to stand in front of me. The pace she set was sending a clear message – she was taking her sweet time and if I didn’t like it, then I would have to do something about it. Sure, I needed to leave soon, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of telling her to hurry up. She stopped less than a foot away and looked at me with a dead-eyed expression on her tired face.
“What?”
I placed a hand on her shoulder and gently turned her around, facing her away from me. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist at all. I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up just enough to expose her ass, showing off the high-cut emerald panties she wore. The faded marks Helen had given her last night peeked out from underneath her emerald panties. I ran my fingers gently over some of them, getting a little jump from her. I released the shirt, letting it fall back over her ass as I tugged at her hip, turning her back around.
“Not putting up much of a fight,” I observed.
“Compared to last night,” she snapped, “I’m getting the royal treatment.”
“Having Erin here doesn’t bother you?”
“She’s already seen everything,” Bobbi said.
“Fair enough,” I said. “Kiss me. Then clean this.” I gestured to my coffee cup.
Bobbi regarded me for a full thirty seconds, and I could see her working through the scenarios of how to obey my orders. Then she leaned forward and placed her lips on mine for a quick peck. She straightened, clearly waiting for my response.
I sighed and decided not to push it. She was being relatively tame this morning, and I had already asked Helen to take it easy on her. When I didn’t ask for more. Bobbi grabbed the coffee cup and dumped the hot coffee on my lap.
“Fuck!” I said, jumping out of my stool. Erin gasped and was immediately on me with a towel.
“Oh shit! You okay, Marcus?” she asked as she dabbed at my pants.
“Yeah,” I said, taking the towel from Erin so I could clean myself. “It’s not that hot.”
We both looked up at Bobbi and saw that she had the mug dangling from one finger; as soon as we made eye contact, she let the mug slip from its perch. It fell to the floor and shattered and shattered into countless pieces.
“Shit!” Erin exclaimed.
“It’s fine,” I said to Erin, backing us both away from the shards as they skittered across the floor. “Go ahead and go downstairs. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Erin glanced between me and Bobbi and then backed away before turning around and heading for the elevator.
I turned back to Bobbi and gave her a sickly sweet smile. “Looks like you just made more work for yourself.”
“I’m not cleaning up shit,” Bobbi said as she calmly walked back around the counter and sat back down. She took another sip from her mug.
“You will,” I said. “I have a feeling it’ll be clean before I get back.”
“We’ll see,” she said, giving me a sickly sweet smile in return.
“Have a good week, Bobbi,” I said and left, heading to my room to change my pants before meeting the rest downstairs. I had to admit, she got the best of me that round, but we were far from through.
Wednesday 8:54 am
I assumed we would pull into a parking lot and take a tram or bus to my plane, but I was dead wrong. After being cleared at a special gate, Chloe drove onto the tarmac and stopped about ten feet away from my plane.
My plane. I had my own personal plane. I was having a hard time getting over that fact. No more going through security checkpoints. No sitting in economy class with barely enough room to move. No more cramming myself in a gross bathroom and having to sanitize the entire thing before doing my business. What I was about to do could easily be ranked in the top three – right behind buying my apartment and having orgies.
The trip had been uneventful, with Erin and I mainly talking in low tones about what Helen and I had done with Bobbi the night before. She sounded a little scandalized, but the way my assistant adjusted herself in her seat was telling; she was more than a little interested in our project.
Erin also filled me in on the new hires, letting me know that the chef would start this week, as would the new groundskeeper. She left Helen an email with the specifics and Chloe had informed the team she’d left behind at my apartment building. She had anticipated that I would want the chef to go ahead and prepare meals for Bobbi and Helen and had told her to have something ready for when we returned Sunday evening. She had also hired a housekeeping service to temporarily take care of the place until we decided to get a more dedicated cleaning staff. I told Erin to make sure they didn’t touch the broken mug Bobbi had dropped.
As I stepped out of the SUV, a man in full uniform walked up to me from the bottom of the plane’s steps with an extended hand. “Mr. Upton?” he said. “Quinn Ryan. Miss Malik hired me to be your pilot.
My first thought on meeting Quinn was to ask him for his pot o’ gold. He was the most ginger man I’d ever met, with orange-red hair, and freckles covering his face. They even dominated the back of the hand he’d offered me. His accent, however, was mid-west American..
“Good to meet you, Mr. Ryan,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Please, call me Quinn,” he said.
“Only if you call me Marcus.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he said grinning ear-to-ear. “So, it looks like clear skies all the way to Vegas. The flight plan’s been logged and we’ve been cleared for take-off. We’re ready to leave whenever you are.”
“No issues with the registration or anything?” I asked as I climbed the stairs, trailing just behind by the pilot.
“Took some doing,” he said, “but your man Mr. Suhr helped us get everything settled.”
“Good deal,” I said as I stepped into the plane, my eyes taking a moment to adjust from the bright morning light outside to the interior as I looked around. “Has everyone else arrived?”
“All but one,” a pleasant voice behind me said.
I turned and stopped in my tracks as I saw a stunning woman standing in front of me.
She was five feet tall with dark brown hair that fell down her back in soft waves. Her skin was nearly Erin’s shade of olive, but her eyes weren’t quite as dark as my assistant’s. Her full lips, dark, mono-lid eyes, and cute button nose made it plain as day that her family was from the Pacific region. She wore a blue flight attendant’s uniform, with a hip-hugging skirt that stopped just above the knees and showed off a beautiful, plump little ass. The double-breasted top created a sharp V that stopped about mid-breast, showing the inner slopes of breasts that looked to be slightly larger than what her height would suggest. If I had to guess, they were somewhere between Erin’s and Helen’s in size.
She showed off a dazzling smile and said, “Hello Mr. Upton. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Shea. I’ll be serving you and your party while you’re in the air.”
She offered me a dainty hand and I shook it. “Oh! Uh… good to meet you, Shea! I, uh…” Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about a flight attendant. I glanced at Erin, who entered the plane behind me. She smirked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
“You don’t need to call me Mr. Upton,” I said. “Marcus is fine.”
“If that’s what you’d like,” she said and looked back down at the sheet of paper she held. Then she glanced up as my security team was filing in behind me. The captain was no longer around; I assumed he had made his way to the cabin.
“It looks like we’re only waiting for… one more,” she said.
“Cool,” I said. I assumed Ashlee was running late since I’d sprung this trip on her late last night. “So the other guest is here?”
“The other two are, yes,” Shae said. “Would you like me to take you to them?”
“What?” Chloe immediately perked up. “Where are they?”
“They?” I asked.
“Um.” Looking confused, Shea pointed in the direction of the main cabin. “That way?”
Chloe brushed past me and disappeared through the door in the direction Shea pointed. One of the Johns followed on her heels.
“I’m sorry,” Shea said, looking at me and leaning close, “Is there a problem?”
“There was only supposed to be one other person,” I said. “Excuse me.”
I moved past Shea and followed my bodyguards, my mind already starting to run through several scenarios of what this could mean. When I walked through the door and into the main cabin, I saw Natashya sitting in a small booth with a table. She looked a little confused while watching Chloe conversin with a second woman sitting in the booth opposite Natashya. All I could see of her was dark brown hair almost the color of Ashlee’s. Had Shea missed Ashlee getting on the plane?
I approached my bodyguards and asked, “Is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine. I think there was just a little mix-up,” Chloe said, her mouth screwed tight in disapproval.
The dark-haired girl turned in her seat to look up at me with pale eyes; her full lips were turned downward into a confused frown.
“Marcus?” Emily said. “Is something wrong?”
“Emily?” I said in shock and horror. “What are you doing here?”
Emily glanced from me to Chloe, then back to me. “I’m… coming to Vegas?”
“I…” I looked at Chloe, but as always, she wasn’t giving me anything to work with. As soon as Emily proved to not be a threat, she was out. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my eyebrows, massaging them to make the sudden headache I was feeling go away. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way… Did I invite you?”
“Yeah,” she said, clearly taking it the exact way I had told her not to. “I asked you yesterday when we were on the phone.”
“What?” I said. That couldn’t have been right. “You asked if you could use the house while I was gone.”
“But that was before you told me where you were going.” she said, getting more upset with each passing moment. “I specifically asked…”
Emily looked like she was on the verge of tears. She’d always been sensitive even when we were young, but after what happened to her in the wake of her fiance’s death and her subsequent recovery, she’d gotten worse. Especially when she felt like she already owed me so much.
“Hey! It’s okay,” I assured her. “We’re okay.”
Then a thought struck me. “How did you know where the plane was?”
“I didn’t,” she said. “Vikram arranged it. You told me to ask him…”
I wracked my brain, going back over the conversation I had with my sister, and remembered saying something about Vikram arranging it. I’d meant access to the apartment, but now that I thought about it, Erin and Helen had been fooling around while I was on the phone with Emily, and I might have missed some of what she had been saying. This was on me.
I shook my head and said, “Hey, you know what? I’m glad you’re here. This is going to be great.”
Emily didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? I feel really bad! I’m going to ruin your trip!”
“Absolutely not! Chloe,” I said, turning to my bodyguard, “if my sister tries to leave the plane, shoot her.”
That got a rare chuckle out of the ex-CIA agent. “No problem, Mr. Upton,” she said as she moved past me toward the back of the plane.
“Really?” Emily said, joy replacing some of her distress.
“Of course!”
“Oh good!” Erin exclaimed, circling me to hug Emily. “Girl, this is going to be so much fun! Here… come with me. I want to talk to you real quick and then I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She grabbed Emily by the hand and dragged her out of her chair.
“Um… okay,” Emily said with a laugh. She paused beside me and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, M. I’m grateful for letting me tag along. She glanced at Natashya and back at me. “Have fun!” Then she disappeared.
I plopped down in Emily’s seat, placed a hand over my eyes and let out a long sigh. This was perfect. The only thing that made me okay with bringing Ashley to Las Vegas was Erin’s assurance that Natashya would be completely happy with the arrangement. Erin even suggested getting Natashya to help. However, Emily being here complicated things even further.
I’d wanted to get away and spend the week with two of the most beautiful women in my life. Doing that with Ashlee around was going to be hard enough, but the last thing I wanted was to have my sister catch me slutting around with a small harem. I wanted to keep that part of my life separate from my family. Now that I thought about it, letting her use my apartment while Bobbi was there wasn’t the best idea. Still… this was going to be a balancing act that would turn this entire trip into a stressful eighties rom-com.
“Something the matter?” Natashya asked.
“You could say that,” I said as I looked up at her from between my fingers. I dropped my hand and gave her a weak smile.
Natashya looked at me with concern. “Don’t you like your sister? She seems sweet.”
“Oh, she is,” I said. “It’s just a little weird bringing her along, considering what this is.”
“And what is this?” Natashya asked, teasing me with a coy smile.
“You know exactly what this is,” I said, giving her a faux-threatening look.
“Nights out on the town with a beautiful woman on each arm? Dancing, drinks, gambling, and filthy threesomes after we’re all tired of the nightlife?”
“Something like that,” I said. “Unfortunately, there’s a complication.”
I spent the next few minutes explaining the situation with Ashlee. I told her about Cartwright confronting me in the restroom of the Strange Mudd, and how Ashlee had been caught meeting with him the day I had been robbed. Natashya started off listening while reclining in her seat, but by the time I had finished, she was leaning forward with disbelief painted all over her face.
“And you invited Ashlee along because you want to use your wiles to get information out of her,” she said, guessing where I was going with this. She was a smart girl.
I nodded. “That’s basically it.”
She glanced out the window and asked, “What does she look like?”
“It’s strange, “I said. “She’s actually hot, but she also has this cute girl-next-door thing going, and the way she talks… she has a princess complex.”
“Does she have brown hair and light skin?”
“Yeah,” I said.
Natashya looked back at me. “Then she’s outside watching a man get her bags out of a car right now.”
“Shit! She’s here?” I said.
“I should make myself scarce,” Natashya said, standing up. “If she’s as jealous as you say, she may not like seeing me as soon as she walks on the plane.”
“Fuck,” I said, standing up with her, “I’m sorry Natashya. I didn’t mean-”
Natashya placed a finger on my lips, cutting me off. She immediately followed it up by leaning into me to give me a quick kiss.
“No need for an apology,” she said with a bright smile. “Playing spy with you will be fun. But… I don’t come cheap.” She reached down and caressed my cock through my pants. “Just because your little princess and sister are on this trip doesn’t mean you’re excused from putting this in me.”
“Believe me,” I said, “the first chance I get.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to go before she catches me. You should meet her at the door.”
Natasha and I parted ways and I headed back to the plane entrance just in time to catch Ashlee as she ascended the stairs. Despite my reservations about Ashlee, she looked magnificent in a short cream skirt and matching loose blouse that hung gracefully off her shoulders. Her dark brown hair was layered and blowing in the gentle breeze as she ascended the stairs. She looked up as she reached the last few and her green eyes immediately found mine, and her face lit up.
“Marcus!” she squealed and threw her coat down on the floor next to me as she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and plastering her body on mine. I stumbled back a couple of steps then caught myself, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a tight hug. Over my shoulder I saw Chloe step past the newcomer and back into the room, smirking at me as we exchanged looks. I was starting to get a little annoyed at how amused Chloe was at everything happening to me. I know a lot of it was my own doing but goddamn… as much as I paid her, you would think she would show a little more discretion in the looks she threw me.
Ashlee finally let me go and dropped to the ground, backing off to look up at me. “Hiii!”
“Hey Ashlee,” I said with a smile. From what I’d seen she was a snake, but if her enthusiasm of seeing me wasn’t genuine, then I had to give her props for being a good actress. It was hard to not feel things when she was so good at hyping me up. “Did you have an okay time getting here?”
“It was alright,” Ashlee said, playing with her hair. “Though I did just get roughed up a little.” She glanced at Chloe.
“Apologies, ma’am,” Chloe said. “Part of the job. I’m sure you understand.” Then she looked at me and said, “Since Miss VanCamp is on board, I’ll go ahead and let Ryan know we’re ready.”
“Sounds good,” I said and watched as she walked away.
Ashlee drew my attention by slipping her arms around my waist and drawing close, looking up at me with a beautiful smile. “So, that’s one of your security guards?”
“Head of security,” I said, looking down at her, “And my bodyguard.”
“Head of security? Wow.” Ashlee glanced at Chloe before she disappeared through the door. “She’s really pretty for a bodyguard.”
“You got that right,” Erin said as she walked through the doorway on the other end. “It seems Marcus has an eye for lovely women.”
Ashlee eyed my assistant, and I could feel her arms tense around my waist. “Hey, Erin. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“‘Fraid so,” Erin said. “It’s what I get paid the big bucks for.”
That sounded like the perfect time to bring up the others. “Um… speaking of, we have a couple more guests on board.”
Ashlee looked up at me and blinked. “Other guests?”
“Yeah,” I said, scratching the back of my head as I braced myself for an explosion. “My sister decided she wanted to tag along. We got our wires crossed, and I found her here on the plane. I didn’t want to send her packing. She seemed so excited.”
“Oh,” Ashlee said, some of the tension in her arms draining away, “Emily, right? No, that shouldn’t be a problem. I enjoyed meeting her last time. She’ll be good company when we go shopping!”
I envisioned Emily and Ashlee in a boutique talking about me and making plans. I hated that idea thoroughly.
“Well,” I said. “It’s not just that…”
“Emily brought a friend with her,” Erin interjected. I glanced at her, but her attention was focused on Ashlee. “One of her theater friends, actually.” She looked at me and said, “I’m so sorry about the mixup, Mr. Upton. I don’t know how we got our wires so crossed.”
“Jesus, Erin,” Ashlee snickered. “Could you try to be worse at your job?”
“Hey!” I said, my attention snapping back to Ashlee. “Erin’s been a great assistant. I’d appreciate it if you left the criticism to me.”
Ashlee looked taken aback, and didn’t immediately know how to respond. The look of shock slowly faded into a frown, and I thought she was about to unleash a tirade of insults or start flipping tables. Then her small frown slowly crept into a smile and she pulled herself tighter into me. “Okay, Marcus,” she said. “I can do that. I’m sorry if I overstepped.” Her voice was syrupy sweet as she apologized to me, but I also noted that she hadn’t addressed any sort of apology to Erin. I was about to say something, but she slipped an arm around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Not just any kiss, but a toe-curling volcanic kiss. I ended up wrestling with her tongue before she ended it by sucking on my lip before pulling away. She let go of my neck and nuzzled into my chest, but I didn’t miss the look she gave Erin. My assistant simply raised an eyebrow as she stared back at her former college classmate, sending the message that she wasn’t very impressed.
“So, you guys better find your seats,” Erin said, moving on from the little show of disrespect, “and I’ll make sure Emily and her friend are comfy.”
Erin left us alone and I found a small sitting room with a couch for Ashlee and me to sit in, which included a couple of chairs for strapping into in case of emergencies. I expected her to sit next to me, but as soon as I sat down, Ashlee dropped in my lap, her legs sitting across mine as she draped one arm around my shoulders.
“Sooo,” she said, as she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. Her blouse fell away from her chest enough to give me a lovely view of the top slopes of her breasts, and she smiled when she caught me staring. “What’s in Vegas?”
I looked up into her green eyes and smiled back at her, already regretting my decision to invite her. Of course, she was smoking hot, but her little princess routine was already starting to grate on me a little, and I was starting to wonder just how long I could put up with it. At least I wouldn’t have felt like I was putting on a front with Natashya.
“Casinos,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “I know that, silly. I meant for us.”
I shrugged. “I just wanted to get away for a few days and thought you might be interested.”
“Why me?”
She was fishing for compliments, so I decided to indulge her. “Honestly, I’m tired of all the teasing. I wanted to get you away from all the distractions… maybe take you out… see what happens.”
The fingers in my hair traced down my face, fingers drifting over my clean-shaven skin. “And what do you want to happen?”
The annoyance and frustration I felt started to fade as she gave me those bedroom eyes of hers, and I found that familiar tingle in my crotch that let me know my cock would be stirring soon. Ashlee could switch from spoiled brat to siren in a heartbeat, and it was a little disorienting.
“You know exactly what I want to happen,” I said, my voice pitched lower as she brought her face close to mine to the point our noses almost touched. “I want you to taste me,” I continued. “Then I want to eat you out and make out with you while you taste yourself on my tongue.”
“Mmm…” Ashlee murmured. “That sounds nice. Would you put that big cock inside me while we kissed?”
“Gladly,” I said, my feigned interest feeling more and more serious with each passing heartbeat.
We continued talking to, and teasing each other for the next several moments as we sensed the plane taxiing to the end of the runway. By the time we got the signal that the plane was about to take off, Ashlee had been slowly rocking her ass back and forth on my crotch, teasing it to full hardness. However, the seatbelt sign had come on minutes ago, and while I was fine ignoring it during the taxi, the last thing I wanted to do is have either of us suffer a concussion because we were acting like a couple of teenagers.
As the g-forces on the plane began to increase, Ashlee looked at me from her seat and smiled. “This is your first time on a private plane, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I admitted. “I’ve always flown some form of economy.” This is a whole new experience.
She laughed, her green eyes sparkling. “I can tell. It’s kind of adorable.”
Reaching for my hand, she entwined her fingers in them and squeezed. “Thanks for giving me a chance, Marcus.”
I took a minute to reply as I gazed back at her; this moment felt so genuine and pure that for a moment I felt bad that I’d invited her on this trip under false pretenses. “My pleasure,” I finally said as we felt the wheels leave the airstrip.
Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, we talked about her experience in private air travel and comparing it to my own experiences, which she’d never had. We came from different worlds, and it was interesting to see how unalike our lives had been. She was easy to talk to, and I found myself telling her about growing up with Emily and my two brothers. We talked about the complications that came from having mixed parents, and Ashlee seemed surprised that I had so many stories about the looks my parents would receive when they realized that a black woman and white man were married. I had always grown up aware that I’d escaped many of the hardships other minorities faced thanks to my parents’ hard work, but Ashlee grew up in wealth and privilege that eclipsed mine completely. It had given her a worldliness and knowledgable that I would have never dreamed of, but she still maintained a certain naivete that many with generational wealth were plagued with. The guilt I felt about lying to her slowly grew as time went on. She didn’t seem like a bad person… just a little spoiled.
But then… why was she meeting with my would-be assassin?
I decided to bring it up to gauge her reaction. By this time, the seatbelt sign had blinked off and we were returning to the couch.
“So, you asked what this was about,” I said. “There’s another reason besides just wanting to get out of town.”
Ashlee looked at me, her brow furrowing in intrigue; her nose crinkled a little, and I I couldn’t help noticing that she was impossibly cute.
“A guy nearly tried to shoot me,” I said, watching her close for any sign of recognition as I continued. “Some guy with a scar. Kind of stocky. Looked like he’d broken his nose. He followed me into a restroom and nearly pulled a gun on me. I managed to get out, but…”
“Oh god!” Ashlee said. Her surprise felt genuine. Fuck. She had the same amazing poker face as Helen. Had her stepmother given her pointers or something?
“Yeah,” I continued. “It happened yesterday, so-”
The door slid open a few inches and Shea poked her head in. “There you are! Oh!” She looked slightly abashed and said, “I hope I’m not disturbing anything.”
“Not at all,” I said, having to hid the annoyance that I felt having my story interrupted before I could feel her out a little more.
She opened the door the rest of the way as her dark eyes traveled back and forth between the two of us. “Miss VanCamp, Mr. Upton requested a massage for you. Would you be interested?”
Ashlee’s eyes grew wide and she gasped. “A massage!?” She looked at me and said, “Oh Marcus! That was so sweet of you! Would you mind?”
Since I hadn’t arranged anything, I assumed this was Erin’s work and trusted her to know what she was doing. I shook my head and said, “Not at all. That’s what this is, anyway. Go get some self-care.”
She squealed, her voice high-pitched as she launched herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tight. Her head came back and she planted her lips on mine, and her fingers began exploring the back of my head as she initiated a make-out session that bordered on pornographic. It went on for about twenty seconds before she extracted her tongue from my mouth with a little moan.
“When I get you all to myself, you’re gonna get it, Tiger.”
I chuckled as I looked up at her. “Tiger?”
She shrugged as she slid off my lap. “Just thought I’d try it.”
She flashed her cute dimples at me as she smiled before turning away from me. “Alright, I’m ready for my massage! Lead the way um…”
“Shea,” the attendant said as she disappeared from the doorway. Ashlee followed her without even looking back at me, leaving me by myself.
They weren’t gone ten seconds before Erin rolled around the door frame and leaned against it. “Hey boss,” she said with her patented devilish grin.
“Erin!” I said, genuinely happy to see her.
“So, I definitely deserve a raise for this fine piece of maneuvering,” she said as she crossed her arms under her firm breasts. A hint of cleavage apparated just above the top clasp of her short-sleeve button-down. “Just to fill you in, I gave Emily a rundown of the situation. Nothing specific… just the high notes. A guy tried to pull a gun on you. You decided to get out of town, and Ashlee seems to know something but isn’t talking, so we invited her along in hopes that maybe a little alcohol would loosen her lips. She’s not sure what to make of that but is willing to keep quiet about it. She felt bad, thinking that she crashed whatever you were trying to do to get the info out of Ashlee and told me to tell you she’s happy to help in whatever way she can.”
“I also told her that you’re sort of dating Natashya, but it’s nothing serious. Natashya knows the score and is helping you out, and Ashlee can’t know that you’re dating, so Emily agreed to pretend that Natashya’s a friend from theater.”
“I’ve also set Ashlee and Emily with Shea and gave her instructions to keep them busy for a couple of hours. She’s already applied an exfoliating mask to your sister. That’ll keep them out of your hair for a while. You’ll have to forgive me for giving up your spot to Emily.”
“I think I’ll live,” I said. “By the way, where did you find Shea?”
“She’s a freaking stunner, right?”
“Yeah. When did you have the time to find and hire a flight attendant?”
“I outsourced,” she said. “I’m just sad you won’t get to experience her sooner. I think you’ll enjoy the experience when you do.”
“Wait… is my sister…”
“Ha! No, happy endings are for the initiated only,” Erin said, shaking her head, “but wouldn’t that be one hell of a way to introduce her to your degenerate lifestyle?” She waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about her or Ashlee. They’re both enjoying the best spa treatment that can be found on a plane.
“Oh my god,” I said, getting off the couch and pulling Erin in for a hug. “You’re an angel.”
“Nah,” she said. “This sort of thing is my job.”
I pulled back and held her at arm’s length as I looked down at her. “Hiring you is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”
She grinned up at me and said, “God, Marcus. No need to flatter me. I already let you in my pants.”
“Seriously,” I said. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
I stared into her dark eyes for a full ten seconds and then leaned down to brush my lips on hers. It was a gentle kiss at first, little more than lips grazing over each other. Then it deepend as our tongues met, and I enveloped her in my arms and crushed her against me, communicating all my gratitude in a single moment. Thanks to my interactions earlier with Ashlee, my engine was primed and the kiss didn’t take much to get it going again. My hands began to wander.
Erin broke the kiss and pulled back before I could get too handsy. “So you have an hour… two tops. You remember where the hot tub is?”
“I think so.”
“Find it,” she said. “You’ll like what you see.”
I eyed her in mock suspicion as I pulled the rest of the way from her. “Okay. What are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to check on the ladies and then verify everything is in place for our landing. If there’s time, I might find you.”
“Okay,” I said. “Thanks again, Erin.”
“Hey, you wanted a relaxing trip. I’m gonna do everything I can to make that happen,” she said, flashing me one more smile before parting to take care of business.
A few minutes later, I found a small room with a fully stocked bar and a hot tub with a fully naked Natashya inside it. Her head leaned back against the edge of the tub as she reclined, and she gave no sign that she noticed me enter; my steps were muffled by the gentle hum of the tub’s bubbles. I took a cue from her and completely stripped out of my clothes, and she noticed me halfway through.
“There aren’t many opportunities for a man to strip for me,” she said with a laugh.
“Am I your first?” I asked as I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and let it join my pants on the floor. I stepped into the tub.
“My second. The first was a private show for my sister. She married last year and her matron of honor got her a stripper for the bachelorette party.”
I frowned a little as I settled next to her in the warm water. “You mean maid of honor?”
“No,” she said. “Matron. She was married. Since I was single, I was the maid of honor. It’s a way for women to cheat and have two best friends in the wedding.”
Once I was settled, she turned and straddled me, one arm draping over my shoulder while the other hand dipped below the surface of the water. I felt her fingers wrap around my semi-hard prick. “Hm,” she said with a crooked smile, “It seems like someone was anticipating me?”
I relaxed back against the tub and enjoyed the experience of her fingers slipping over the sensitive skin of my cock. “You could say that. Erin told me I’d like what I found in here.”
“Ah,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock as she positioned her hips over it. “And she made sure you were ready for me, no?”
I felt the lips of her pussy kiss the head of my cock, and unlike the feel of her water-logged fingers, they were much more slick with the arousal that coated them. I groaned a little as she began running the head of my cock along the length of her slit, teasing herself as she hovered over me, her wild strands of brown hair hanging around her face like a curtain as she smiled down at me.
“Her, and Ashlee,” I said as I felt the tip of my cock nestle in her inner folds.
“Mmm,” she hummed and leaned in close, pressing her cheek to mine as her beautiful lips brushed my ear. “Tell me more,” she whispered.
“About Ashlee?” I asked.
“Mmm,” she murmured in ascent.
I enjoyed the sensation of her slowly working herself up and down the first couple of inches of my shaft, slowly taking a fraction more inside her with every stroke. Warm bubbles surrounded us, dancing over our skin as they traveled to the surface, and replaced with more. It was relaxing and stimulating at the same time.
“Like I said,” I groaned softly, my lips near her ear as she cradled my head in her hands and stroked my hair softly. “She’s this unique combination of hot and cute, with dimples when she smiles, dark brown hair, and green eyes. She’s about your height.”
“Does she like girls?” Natashya whispered, continuing to gyrate her hips, getting more of me inside her with every thrust.
“I don’t think so.”
She kissed my cheek just beside my ear, her lips soft, warm clouds landing gently on my skin. “Pity. I’d like to share her with you.”
“I’d like that too,” I said as I let my fingers explore her back in lazy, chaotic patterns.
“Emily is also beautiful,” she said, delivering a kiss to my temple.
My fingers immediately halted along her back. I didn’t move, as I tried to process what she had just said.
It was true. Emily was a beautiful woman – tall, well-built, with large breasts, lovely skin, and a stunning fast that made me wonder how the hell she hadn’t found anyone else yet. However, no one else had ever told me that while riding my dick while they whispered dirty things in my ear. The image of Emily in a bikini played through my mind as my mischievous lover continued to ride me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“I would love to taste her if you let me,” she said.
I didn’t respond. Trying my best to block some very confusing thoughts from my brain, I lowered my head to the nape of her neck and groaned as her pussy continued to swallow more of me every time she came back down. I sank my teeth into her soft flesh, tasting the saltiness of her sweat as I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hips rocking up to meet her groin with my own as she softly began pistoning up and down on me.
She tightened her hold on me and hissed in my ear, “Mmm… yes.”
I suckled on the skin I bit down on for several moments before releasing it and nuzzling into the side of her neck, tracing it with my lips. Natashya pulled back, her hands sliding from the back of my hand to cup my face, and I gazed directly into her lovely mahogany eyes as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to mine.
“You still fall in love too easily,” she said softly as she rode me, stroking the sides of my face with my hands.
It was a reference to our first meeting over the weekend. We’d shared a moment Saturday morning where she had told me not to fall in love with her, and that I was a cursed man who felt too much. Considering what had happened with Natalie and every other woman I’d been with, she wasn’t wrong.
“I know,” I said.
“Your heart won’t last,” she said.
“I know,” I repeated. The juxtaposition between the sobering moment I was sharing with her and the hot tub sex left me with a mix of conflicting emotions. “I don’t know how to change it.”
She kissed me on the forehead and hummed against it, an amused note in her voice. Then she looked back down at me, her mix of normal and dreadlocked hair falling around the both of us like a curtain as she said, “Lots of rough sex. That’s a good place to start.”
An image of Bobbi strapped to my bed came to mind, me fucking her ass furiously while Helen ground her pussy against the younger woman’s face. I recalled her tits with angry red stripes across their soft flesh… welts that had matched the ones on her ass. The thought of what Helen and I had done to Bobbi summoned a shock of energy that coursed through my body, and before I realized it, Natashya let out a hiss and I realized my fingertips were digging into the sides of one of her breasts. I released my grip on it, and she smiled down at me.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
“I don’t know how many opportunities we’re going to have for crazy sex with Ashlee and Emily around,” I said.
“Leave that to me, boss,” Erin’s voice said right next to my ear. Natashya looked to my right and smiled. I turned my head and saw Erin’s face hanging inches from mine. She was hanging on the edge of the hot tub just behind me, one bare shoulder suggested she’d already shed her clothes.
The dancer straightened, placing her hands on my shoulders as she picked up the pace of her riding me. My assistant closed the distance between us and pressed her lips to mine in a kiss every bit as hot as the water I was sitting in. She moaned into my mouth as her delicate fingers ran through my hair. Her tongue slid across my lower lip, and I opened my mouth to invite it in, hunting it down with my own as they began to duel each other.
As we continued the kiss, she slid over the edge of the tub and slipped into the water, stretching out beside me. Occupied and eyes closed as I made out with Erin, I felt Natashya lean forward and press her breasts into my chest as she pressed her lips to my shoulder and began trailing them along my skin. I felt teeth nip at it as she continued to ride me, and I wrapped an arm around her to get as much of myself inside her with every thrust.
I felt Natashya’s lips work their way up my jaw and insert themselves into the kiss I shared with Erin, turning it into a three-way affair. One last thought crossed my mind before animal instincts kicked in and I was consumed by the warm tongues and soft flesh of the two women.
I really hope Shea keeps them busy for a long time.
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