Helen returns; Bobbi submits; Erin stirs Tara’s desire.
Thursday, 6:21 pm
My phone rang as Helen and I rode the elevator to my apartment. It was Henry.
I answered the phone, "Psalter. What's the news?" I was on the proverbial edge of my seat.
"She's gone," he replied.
"Fuck."
"It's strange," Psalter said. "All of her belongings are still here. Her suitemate, Tamara, assumed she had spent the night at a lover's place or perhaps returned home."
"Do you think Roger has her?"
"I can't say for sure," Henry said, sounding pensive. "It certainly appears as if she disappeared suddenly, but Tamara said the last time she saw Ashlee VanCamp was Tuesday. It leads me to entertain the possibility that this has nothing to do with Roger."
That would have been the day after the board meeting… the evening I slept with Carla. "Do you think Tanaka has her?"
"It's a possibility," Henry admitted, but I can't fully understand why he would have cause to abscond with Roger's daughter… unless he was looking to leverage Roger against you somehow."
"Any way of tracking her?" I asked.
"We're working on it now," Henry said. "If she used any electronic payment, I'll know about it within twelve hours."
I pressed my fingers to my eyes, tried to contain my frustration, and remembered that Psalter didn't have a magic wand. Finding one girl on a planet of billions wasn't easy… even for a man with Henry's resources. He was incredibly resourceful, though, and if it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have been able to confirm Roger's involvement in my kidnapping. If there was a way of finding Ashlee, Psalter was my best bet.
"Okay. Thanks. Keep me in the loop."
"I will," Henry said and hung up.
"Ashlee?" Helen asked as she slipped her arms around my chest and pulled me back against her. I felt her lay a kiss on my shoulderblade.
"Roger might have her," I said, not wanting to expound further on it. No longer having access to Roger VanCamp, my next best course of action was to have Psalter's people grab Ashlee to interrogate her for whatever she knew. With Roger out of the picture, it was probably the best window of opportunity I would have to act. Unfortunately, someone had beaten me to it, leaving me with nothing.
The elevator doors rolled open, displaying my foyer/living room. I took Helen by the hand, and we walked into it; the lawyer immediately took a deep breath, and a gentle smile overtook her features. "It's good to be back here," she said.
"This is your home, now." I looked at her, dropping her hand to slip mine behind her head, directing her to me so I could kiss the newest addition to my apartment's residents. She came willingly and placed her hands on my chest as her lips met mine. They were warm, soft, and pliable for half a second until I could feel her smile into my mouth. Her tongue playfully flicked at my upper lip as we spent a few moments tasting each other now that we were safe within the confines of my apartment.
A squeal broke through the soft moment we shared. I broke off the kiss and looked around just in time to see Erin coming at us in a blur of motion. She launched herself at the two of us, wrapping her arms around us as much as she could as she buried her face between our bodies. Her dark, liquid eyes peered up at us, shining happily, and she wore an ecstatic smile.
"You're here!" She squealed as she attempted to squish us even tighter together. "Are you here for good?" She looked at me. "Is she here for good?"
Despite my frustration, I couldn't help but smile at my assistant. "Roger's gone. Helen's here for good. She's part of the family now."
My phone buzzed in my pocket again, and I pulled back from the pair to see who was calling. It was Chloe. Even though the paramedics were concerned that she might have a concussion, she wouldn't go to the hospital and threatened to fill more body bags if anyone tried to take her. Instead, she followed the police down to the station to give them a full report of what happened, all while coordinating the return of Emily and Natashya to my apartment. After what happened, I'd asked her to make sure Jonathan got the girls back here as quickly as possible since we weren't sure who took Roger or who else might be on their radar. Considering the fact that Ashlee was gone, I thought it was a good call.
The two women practically ignored me as I stepped away from them. Erin slipped into Helen's arms and cupped the older woman's face in her hands as she drew their lips together for a kiss. The pair immediately started to make out as I answered the phone. I watched them go at it, slowly rotating around each other as they held each other close, moaning and cooing into each other’s mouths as they engaged in sapphic affection. It continued without interruption, even as they slowly reached the nearest couch.
"Hey," I said, answering my phone, still watching the two women.
"Hey," Chloe said.
"What's the news?"
"Jonathan's on the way to the apartment with both ladies. Apparently, they decided to spend the day upstate, so it'll be a few more hours before they make it home. I sent a couple of others in another car to back him up just in case."
"Thanks. What about the cops?"
"Open-and-shut case of self-defense, so they didn't press charges against me. Vikram showed up to represent me. They asked a lot of questions about who I worked for, where I was going, etc. I told them I worked for you and that whoever hit me took your lawyer, so now they're looking for VanCamp, too. They didn't ask a lot of other questions. Rumors about your kidnapping have been circulating all over New York since you got back, so I think they assume it's just another attempt on a rich man's life, and the lawyer just got in the way."
"Good deal. Now, come home and get some rest.'
"I need to talk to Hannon Security and Henry," Chloe said.
"No. I have Psalter looking for Ashlee. As for your firm, that can wait till next week, or they can get a phone call since you're coming with me to the Catskills tomorrow."
There was silence for a long moment, and then she said, "Yes, sir."
"Thanks for handling this, Chloe," I said. "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know if I could have handled it if something worse happened to you."
More silence… then she said, "Thank you." Then she hung up the phone.
I returned to the two women, who were, to my amazement, sitting upright on the couch. The smaller Erin was straddling Helen's lap while the older woman talked to her so softly that I could only catch an occasional word. My assistant was being terribly handsy with her while listening intently.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Mmm," Erin said, leaning into Helen as she pressed her lips into the older woman's face. "She was just filling me in on what happened at the office."
The pair was a sight. Erin wore a simple summer dress; the skirt was hiked around her waist as she sat on Helen's lap. Her bare, golden brown shoulders looked inviting as she flashed her dark eyes over them at me. Helen's shirt was already discarded on the couch, and her bra strap was hanging off one shoulder. I wanted to take them both on the couch, but something was missing. Something important enough that it was worth staving off carnal pleasure for a few more minutes.
"Take her to my room, Erin. I'll join you in a few minutes."
Erin grinned and looked at Helen. "Shall we?"
"I'd love nothing more," Helen purred. The two of them rose to their feet and made their way toward the stairs. Helen glanced over her shoulder at me, giving me a genuine smile the likes of which I'd seen more on her in an afternoon than in the weeks I'd known her. It made my heart beat faster.
She really was an incredible woman. Fuck Roger VanCamp for never seeing that, but bless him for letting her slip through his fingers. His loss was my gain.
I headed down the hallway toward the dungeon, but not with that particular room in mind. Not tonight. Instead, I made my way to Bobbi's room.
Reaching it, I opened it and walked straight in. There was no lock on the door, and she wasn't allowed the privilege of anyone knocking. She had yet to earn privacy.
She was sitting in a plush chair in one corner of a room that would have thrilled any New Yorker. The room's window stretched from ceiling to floor, giving her a beautiful view of New York regardless of the time of day. A large rug was stretched across the hardwood floor, and a seventy-inch television stretched across one wall, displaying an animated kid's movie from VistaVision studios.
Reflexively, Bobbi stood up, the slight smile she'd been wearing fading as a bag of vegetable crisps fell from her lap. She stood there with her hands at her sides, wearing an oversized shirt that went to her knees. The collar hung large and loose, showing off a large expanse of her chest and left shoulder as it hung halfway down her arm. Thanks to the shirt's length, I couldn't tell if she was wearing shorts. Her hair hung loose, strands falling over her shoulders while the rest hung down her back. It looked glossy and freshly washed. That, along with the complete lack of makeup, suggested she'd recently showered.
"Hi," she said.
I looked around the room. It looked less sparse than the last time I'd seen it, which was good. Bobbi had one job—to be at my beck and call. In exchange, she got to live a life almost no one else was allowed to enjoy. I suspected she was still trying to get used to the entire apartment being hers. She could have requested anything to eat from Camille, spent a whole day out by the pool… literally anything available to her. Yet she ate whatever was put in front of her and barely left her room unless summoned. I assumed Erin was supplying her with her furnishings. Good… hopefully they would help her get more comfortable with her life.
"Morton and the Incredible Goat?" I asked, glancing at the TV. "Really?"
Bobbi started to smile but overrode it with her typical bitchy frown at the last moment. Of all the ladies in my life, she had one of the most expressive faces. Something that struck me as endearing despite most of her expressions being sour.
"What?" she snapped. "You're gonna start picking my movies for me now?"
"Whoa! Hey! Watch the tone!" I said, taking a few steps toward her as I raised my hands. "I'm unarmed." I glanced back at the big screen again. "This a childhood favorite or something?"
Bobbi studied me for a long moment, her frown lessening in intensity over time before she finally said, "I've never seen it before."
"What?" I asked. "You never saw it as a kid? Didn't your mom—"
"What do you want, Marcus?"
Something in the way she cut me off infuriated me, and I snapped my gaze back to her. I could feel my stare become hard as stone. "I said watch the tone, kitten."
She flinched at my words, but the look on her face didn't change, and I didn't move. We simply stared at each other in silence while the cutesy dialog of the movie was juxtaposed in the background.
"Finish the movie later," I said, turning toward the door. "Come with me."
I'd expected Bobbi to protest, but she didn't. In fact, she fell in step behind me almost immediately, and I glanced back at her in surprise, catching her biting her lip in anticipation of whatever I had for her. I enjoyed the fact that she was so eager, but a small part of me found it annoying. I'd put up with Bobbi's shit for a long time, and I was still holding onto some resentment for her. Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic.
That wasn't what this evening was for, though. I'd let tonight play out however it was meant to, according to Helen's wishes. It was her homecoming we were celebrating, after all.
"Where are we going?" She asked as we walked through the apartment's foyer and toward the stairs.
"My bedroom," I said, pulling out the phone and opening the app to the device around Bobbi's neck.
"Will Erin be there?"
"Yes," I replied, making a change to Bobbi's collar. It no longer said 'kitten' across the front, as it had on and off over the last few days. "She's there already. Waiting for us."
When she didn't reply, I asked, " How do you like her?"
Bobbi didn't immediately answer. I was about to look behind me to ensure she was still following me when she said, "Honestly?"
"I want you to always be honest with me," I said.
"She annoys the shit out of me."
I snorted. "Really? Why?"
"She's too perky… she's like a Disney princess or something. Either everything for her is fucking great, or it's all some kind of joke I don't get."
For me, Erin was always a ray of sunshine—the perfect blend of joy, mirth, and warm affection. Now that Bobbi mentioned it, I didn't think I'd ever seen her as anything other than a ray of sunshine on a cold day, warming my bones with her radiant smile. I could understand where Bobbi was coming from. I imagined that could get old for a lot of people, but when I was the constant target of Erin's affections and doting, it was hard to find her anything but endearing.
Except for the times she was being stunningly sexy.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, she isn't crazy about you, either," I said.
"Then why isn't she leaving me alone?"
"Because you're hot," I said. "And Erin is aggressively bisexual."
"What the fuck?" Bobbi asked. "'Aggressively bisexual?' What even is that?"
"That's what she calls it," I said, reaching the doorway to my room.
Since it was open, I stopped short of it and gave Bobbi's leash a firm tug. She cried out in protest, grabbed my arm for stability as she stumbled past me, and stopped in the open doorway. Her loose hair was in her face, and she reached up to tuck it behind her ears as she glared up at me.
"What was that for? I did…"
Her slate-grey eyes caught sight of something in the doorway, and she did a double-take, her words dying on her tongue. I stepped behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, slid my other hand into the loose collar of her shirt, and pulled her against me. Grinding my hardon against her tight little ass, I stared over the top of her light brown tresses at the scene on my bed.
Helen sat at the foot of my California King without a scrap of clothing on. Her legs were spread wide and her perfect nails were gently raking through my assistant's silver hair, keeping Erin's face buried in her crotch. Her bottle-blonde hair spilled over one shoulder, gentle golden curls covering one breast completely as she palmed the other in her free hand.
The warmth in her eyes that she had for me was gone, and the Helen I'd known for the past month was back. Her icy stare radiated cold sensuality as she locked her gaze on the small woman in my grasp, and her dark pink lips curled in a predatory smile.
"Helen's little whore," she said, reading the words I'd placed on the collar. "Marcus," she practically purred, "You shouldn't have."
I smiled back at her, once again feeling a kinship with the dominant woman. This morning, we'd established who belonged to who, and I would make sure Helen always remembered it, but in my absence, Helen was a queen who needed to be obeyed. I would make damn sure she had subjects.
Speaking of subjects, Bobbi had been speechless the entire time. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow, and I could feel her shiver slightly in my arms. I gave the modest breast a firm squeeze and leaned down to whisper in my pet's ear, "Go welcome your mistress home, kitten." Giving her a gentle shove into the room, I watched her stumble two steps before she halted… and then slowly walked toward the blonde goddess on my bed. I followed a beat later and shut the door behind me.
Helen watched Bobbi approach like a lioness watching food; the muscles in her arms tensed as her fingers curled tighter around Erin's hair, pressing the younger woman's face a little deeper into her folds. Her hips rolled as she ground herself into the lips pleasuring her. I wasn't sure what it was about Bobbi that drove Helen to the depths of depraved lust. The angry little submissive was sex in a tight little package, to be sure, but so was Erin, and as much as Helen seemed to enjoy my assistant, there was no denying that Helen was never quite as on fire as when we included Bobbi in our play. It had to be the power I'd given her. God, Roger was a fool to not see what she was capable of.
Or maybe he had, and he didn't like it. Whatever… his loss.
In what appeared to be a very reluctant move, Helen released her hold on Erin's hair and gently pushed the younger woman away. I watched as she reached down and placed her free hand under Erin's fingers, encouraging the girl on her knees to look up at her. "Erin," she asked, "Do you mind if my pet takes over from here. It's been a while since I've felt her lips on me."
"Not at all," Erin said, scooting away from Helen and then standing up. She slowed while passing Bobbi and ran her slender fingers over the submissive's far cheek while pressing her lips to Bobbi's other cheek. "Have fun, kitten." Then she bounced over to me just as I pulled up a chair from the sitting section—a wingback piece upholstered with soft leather that might have been suede.
As soon as I sat down, Erin slipped onto my lap, scooting her small ass back against my groin as she leaned back against me. She turned her head and pressed her lips against the side of my face, and my nostrils were immediately filled with the heady musk of Helen's arousal. I could feel traces of her wetness left from Erin's lips. Erin's cute little nose brushed up against my ear as she nuzzled me, and then I heard her groan softly as she pressed back against my erection. "Bet you Helen blows her top in less than a minute."
"What's the wager?" I asked, slipping one arm around her naked abdomen and palming one of her firm tits.
"Mmm… blank checks?" she suggested and kissed my ear softly. I shivered as I felt her fingernails graze across my scalp.
"You sure you can afford that?" I growled back, my eyes never leaving the scene before me—Bobbi had walked within a few feet of Helen but hadn't done anything else. Instead, Helen stood and was currently circling the younger woman, fingering the light, baggy material of her shirt as she looked her up and down. Stopping back in front of Bobbi again, Helen reached between the submissive, and I gave a pretty good guess that her fingers had found the sweet nectar dripping from Bobbi's folds. Retracting her fingers a moment later, Helen brought her fingers to her lips, inhaled deeply, and then slipped her fingers between her lips, tasting the young woman's juices.
"I'm sure I can find ways to work off any debt I might incur," Erin breathed and placed another wet kiss on my ear.
"Deal," I said, shivering once more. I reached up, placed my fingers on Erin's jaw, and guided her to look at the sensual scene playing out in front of us. Helen was turning Bobbi slowly, so they both faced us and reached down to grasp the hem of the younger woman's baggy shirt. In one fluid motion, she pulled the shirt off without a shred of resistance from Bobbi. In fact, I'd not seen a single bit of resistance since the moment she'd entered the room.
It was my turn to press my lips to Erin's ears. Still holding her jaw in my hands to keep her focus on the two women in front of us, I whispered, "Now, watch this woman work… I think you'll learn a thing or two on how to control a collared woman." I inhaled deeply, picking up Erin's strong natural scent mingled with Helen's arousal, and said, "I know I have."
My lips ran down Erin's neck, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin and reveling in the feel of her silkiness. Erin was young, with smooth, nearly flawless skin, and I marveled at how perfect it felt to run my lips or fingertips over. I gently sucked and nibbled on her neck, enjoying the feel of her shiver in my grasp while watching Helen toss the shirt aside and mirror what I was doing to Erin; only the object of her affection was the little submissive we shared.
Still palming one pliant breast, Helen wrapped her fingers around Bobbi's slender neck and pulled her roughly back against her breasts, gazing down the younger woman's torso as she sank her teeth into creamy skin. Her fingers tightened around Bobbi's throat, causing the kitten to raise her head, her mouth opening as she wheezed out her next few breaths. Helen released Bobbi's neck, leaving visible teeth marks where she'd bitten down. "She's lost a couple of pounds," Helen observed.
I released my suction on Erin's neck and left behind a noticeable red welt on her neck. It felt like Helen and I were vampires dining on two beautiful victims. "She's been working out with Tara," I said.
"You're going to love her," Erin chimed in.
Helen released Bobbi and spun her so that she stood facing the blonde lawyer in nothing but a small pair of gauzy panties. The older woman twined fingers through Bobbi's dark honey tresses and held her in place while tracing her fingernails across the submissive's teardrop breasts and flat abdomen. "Good. Just… please don't change her too much. She's nearly perfect as she is."
And then she pulled Bobbi in so they could share a deep, soul-searing kiss.
I couldn't take it anymore… I needed some kind of relief. "Suck my cock," I simply whispered in Erin's ear. Foreplay was done. It was time to get down to business.
Erin happily fell into the role of my submissive little assistant, sliding to her knees as I let go of her and deftly undoing my belt and pants. I leaned back in my seat and watched as Erin peeled back my clothes and skinned them until they were completely removed. My cock hung at full mast, the head already damp from precum-soaked underwear.
Helen did the same with Bobbi, pushing the younger woman on her knees so her eyes were level with her mistress' cunt. With her fingers twined in her little toy's hair, my blonde lawyer shoved that beautiful face into her wet cunt and sighed audibly.
"Oh god… I've missed this," Helen muttered.
"What?" Erin said, pulling her mouth off my dick. "I'm not good enough at it?" I immediately guided her lips back to me so she could continue sucking.
"Oh, honey," Helen purred as she placed one foot on the bed to give her little kitten as much room as possible to play. "Of course you are, but there's just something about creaming all over this slut's face that's just… different."
She looked back down at Bobbi. "How about it, pet? Have they been treating you well?"
Unable to respond with her mouth full of pussy, Bobbi simply nodded, the jerks of her head slow but plainly visible.
"Hm. Good," Helen said through gritted teeth as she ground her pussy into Bobbi's nose, mouth and chin. "When was the last time she came, Marcus?"
"Last night," I said. "The two ladies here have been getting used to each other. Bobbi doesn't care much for her, but I think Erin is fond of her." I stared into Erin's eyes as I held her head in both hands, humping my hips into the air to drive my cock into her willing mouth. She stared back into mine, those dark pools twinkling with amusement rather than offense at hearing how Bobbi felt about her.
Helen didn't reply; she couldn't. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and she was shuddering as Bobbi pressed her attack, making her mistress shudder. Her knees buckled, and she nearly dropped to them, catching herself just in time. The older blonde backed away, and then I witnessed something I'd never seen from Bobbi. The reluctant submissive followed as Helen stumbled backward and hit the edge of the bed. As her ass hit the mattress, Bobbi lunged forward, burying her face between Helen's legs as she continued to eat the older woman out.
"Oh, what the fuck," Helen gasped and fell back on the bed, her hands gathering most of Bobbi's hair, and I couldn't tell whether she was holding the younger woman in place or trying to pull her lips off Helen's overstimulated folds.
Erin backed off my cock and looked over her shoulder at the other women lying on my bed, stroking my cock. "Looks like I win, boss," she said, looking back at me with a grin.
"Lucky," I said, launching forward and sweeping her into my arms as I stood up. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds and felt incredibly light in my arms.
"Nah," she said, encircling her slender arms around my neck as she brought her lips close to mine. "I warmed her up. I knew how close she was."
I snapped forward, capturing her lips as we neared the bed, not minding that I'd lost the bet to Erin. Honestly… there wasn't much I would have denied her at this point; owing her a favor didn't seem like a big deal.
She squeaked as I dropped her on the bed beside Helen, her dainty legs hanging off the end. I knelt next to Bobbi and slipped my hand around her neck, slowly pulling her off Helen’s crotch as I made her face me. My lawyer immediately groaned, rolled over, and pulled Erin toward her. The two of them feasted on each other’s lips as I stared at Bobbi, admiring Helen’s juices coating most of her face. Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue up her cheek, tasting the thick tang of arousal that clung to her.
“You missed her, didn’t you?” I asked as I pulled back to look her in the eyes.
Her chest rose and fell as she took rapid breaths, but she didn’t immediately reply. I slid back on my ass and drew her on my lap, positioning my painfully erect cock at the opening of her pussy as I drew her toward me. The sensation of Bobbi’s drenched cunt enveloping my dick as I impaled her made me groan, and I nestled my face in her chest, nuzzling her smooth skin.
The smell of Helen’s arousal, the feel of silky flesh against my face, and the sound of the other two women making out were making it difficult to hold back a quickly-building orgasm as I settled into the submissive woman in my lap. I wouldn’t last long.
“Say it,” I said, pulling my face from Bobbi’s chest as I slid my hands on each side of her head, holding firmly to it to make sure she could look nowhere else but directly at me. “Tell me how much you missed your mistress,” I commanded, smearing some of Helen’s juices across her face with a thumb. Movement out of my peripheral vision caught my attention, and I glanced over to see Helen had snuck to the edge of the bed, her face mere inches from mine and Bobbi’s. Erin lay on top of her, pressing her lips to the creamy skin of Helen’s shoulder.
The lawyer reached out and placed her fingers on Bobbi’s jaw, directing the younger woman to look at her as she softly said, “Tell me, pet. Tell me how much you missed my taste.” She inched closer. “Tell me how much you missed the feel of my lips on yours.” Seeing Helen tease Bobbi with their mouths hovered ever so close to each other was hot enough, but the look on the sub’s face and the feel of her fingernails digging into my skin where she grasped my shoulders were evidence of how turned on Bobbi was. On top of that, she practically had a faucet running between her legs… I’d never seen her so wet. If she denied missing Helen, she was simply a liar, and I’d make sure she was punished for lying to her mistress.
“It’s okay, pet,” Helen said. “You can—”
Before Helen could say anything else, Bobbi doubled over on me, burying her face in my neck for the first time as she began convulsing in my arms, letting a loud, guttural cry escape through clenched teeth as her nails continued to dig deeper into my shoulders. I simply held her against me, churning in and out of her as she came in my lap, avoiding answering the question altogether.
Half a heartbeat later, I sunk my teeth into the tender flesh of the woman in my arms as I came deep within her womb, grinding our groins against each other as we both came simultaneously. Our very cores throbbed in tune as we clung to each other as if we were debris being tossed about by waves of pure, orgasmic chaos. Time, space… everything was lost as wave after wave of bliss crashed over us. God… sex had no right to be this good.
I don’t know how long we stayed in that position, clinging to each other, Bobbi’s crotch glued to mine, and my hard cock speared deep within her. Eventually, I felt delicate fingers run gently over my back and warm breath on my ear. “Fuck, baby, that was beautiful to watch.”
Only then did I realize my eyes were clenched shut, and my teeth were still locked over Bobbi’s shoulder. I slowly opened them and released my hold on the kitten, feeling her slip free from my grasp as she fell on her back to the floor. I fell against the side of the bed and into Helen’s awaiting arms—she still lay on her stomach at the edge of the bed.
“Ughhh,” was all I could manage as I nuzzled into Helen while riding my post-sex dopamine high.
I felt her tender lips kiss my temple as she softly said, “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re through already.”
Opening my eyes, I cast them up toward her and caught her smiling down at me, our faces so close they were nearly brushing.
“We have some lost time to make up for,” Helen said. “Besides… I hear you were waiting for me before enjoying the rest of what our little pet has to offer. I’d certainly like to see it.”
It was going to be a long night.
Friday 6:42 am
Maybe the foursome with Erin, Helen, and Bobbi had energized me. Perhaps it was the fact that I was on cloud nine after banishing Roger VanCamp from his office, turning his partners against him, and taking his wife. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing the vacation home I’d inherited from my grandfather. Whatever it was… something had compelled me to wake up before seven in the morning without any desire to go back to sleep.
Upon waking, I was aware of a body curled up on me. The weight and dimensions led me to think it was Erin, but I was surprised to see a tangle of honey-brown hair spread across my chest and a fair arm lying across me. Bobbi was curled up at my side, clinging to me like a lover. I knew she would be absolutely disgusted if she woke up and found herself in that position.
Spooned up behind her was Helen’s tall, lithe form, her arm wrapped around Bobbi’s middle as she held the submissive close. The sight was a palpable concoction of adorable and sexy.
I reached out and gently ran my fingers through Helen’s blonde hair as I stared at them both. Looking in that direction put my nose in proximity to Bobbi’s head; the faint scent of some kind of moisturizer mixed with a whiff of morning breath impressed upon me just how real this situation was… how real these women were. I spent the next five minutes stroking Helen’s head and staring at the pair of them, dwelling on the things I could do with them—and to them… but also on the responsibilities I had toward them. I let the weight of those thoughts settle over me, enjoying the feeling of having them to care for. It was almost as enjoyable as what they could do with their bodies.
Eventually, though, I decided to slowly slide out of bed, trying to disturb the two sleeping beauties as little as possible. Bobbi stirred a little but didn’t seem to come to full consciousness. Instead, she turned and settled her face into Helen’s bosom while the older woman pulled her tighter and muttered something unintelligible.
Satisfied that they would remain asleep, I slipped on some sweatpants and a T-shirt before leaving the room with my phone in hand. There had been a third person to fall asleep with me, but she’d been nowhere to be found, and she was the one I needed to talk to so that we could make preparations to leave for the Catskills today.
On my way to the kitchen to make some coffee, I checked my phone and found a few messages. Richie messaged me to ask if he could visit me next week, and Dillon invited me to a party this weekend, which I had to decline.
I also found a message from Charity. Hey Marcus, if the offer is still on the table, I’ll take that job. When do you want me to start?
I texted her back immediately. Hey, Charity. The offer’s still open. I’ll have an apartment prepped for you. I’d like you to start as soon as you’re ready. Don’t bother packing. Just hire some people to pack and move all your stuff and send me the bill. Let me know when you want to fly out, and we’ll get you a ticket.
I wore a shit-eating grin as I entered the kitchen to make coffee, only to find a pot was already made, the smell of caffeinated beans and chicory wafting through the air even though no one was around. It looked relatively fresh, so I poured a cup and started to doctor it as I checked the rest of my messages. There was another one from Jessica, informing me that she was almost done packing, had received an airline ticket, and confirmed that she had Erin’s instructions on getting into her apartment.
Coffee in hand, I did a little more wandering around the apartment until I found Erin in the gym with Tara. The two of them were dressed similarly—lycra pants that molded to their perfect asses and sports bras that held their breasts firmly in place and left plenty of midriff available for my eyes to feast on. They even had their hair pulled back in similar ponytails.
Erin had a fine sheen of sweat coating her arms and neck, subtly reflecting the overhead lighting as they seemed to rest between workouts. They were talking at a volume too low for me to make out and stood so close together that they were clearly invading each other’s personal space.
My assistant must have said something funny because Tara giggled, her torso inching closer to Erin’s body so that their faces were inches apart. I sipped my coffee and idly watched as the personal trainer, still laughing at whatever Erin had said, lightly touched Erin on the arm, her fingertips tracing along its length and lingering a little longer than seemed reasonable.
I was reluctant to interrupt whatever was happening, but continuing to spy on them felt creepy, so I walked into the gym.
“Morning,” I said with a sigh. I might have awakened without the need for an alarm, but that didn’t mean I was suddenly a morning person.
Tara immediately stepped away from Erin as she turned to look at me, her hands clasped behind her back. She didn’t look guilty, but there was something in how she held her shoulders that suggested she was a little uncomfortable with me catching her like that. “Morning, sir,” she said in that musical Australian accent. “Didn’t expect you up so early.”
“Me either,” Erin said. Unlike my personal trainer, she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that I’d walked in on them, which was unsurprising. I had no reason to distrust Erin, and she knew my wishes. If she was flirting with the lesbian, I was sure she knew what she was doing.
“Gotta get my workout in before we leave for the weekend,” I said, placing my coffee on a table.
“I’m a little surprised you’re interested in a session at all,” Erin said. “Not after the workout we gave you last night.”
“Yeah. Marcus had a good day at work yesterday. Made an acquisition, so Bobbi and I helped him celebrate last night. Then we did it again.” She grinned. “Then we took a shower and did it again.”
“Christ,” Tara said, both eyebrows arched this time. “Sounds like quite the night.”
“Hope you’ll take pity and go easy on me this morning,” I said.
Tara turned to look at me, her eyes positively green with envy, and I had the feeling she was devising workouts that would border on defying the Geneva Conventions. “Sorry, sir. You don’t pay me to take it easy on you.”
“Well, fuck,” I threw my hands up, only half-kidding.
“Sorry, boss,” Erin said with a Cheshire grin as she approached me. “I guess you’re just in for a world of hurt this morning.”
She placed her hands on my arm, slowing but not stopping, and I sensed she was preparing to leave. “Wait… where are you going?”
“I’m gonna get Camille started on breakfast, then wake Helen and the kitten up.”
“Wake them up, how?” I asked, but her bright eyes twinkled in mischief, and I already knew the answer to that question.
“I glanced at Tara. “No offense, but I want to work out with Erin this morning.”
Tara shrugged and said, “Hey, you’re the boss. Can’t exactly argue with you… or blame you, really.”
“No,” Erin said as she drew close enough that I felt her body lightly brush mine. “Get a good resistance session in. There’ll be plenty of time for cardio this weekend.”
She sealed that promise with a kiss, placing a hand on the back of my head to draw my face to hers. It wasn’t superheated like so many of the ones I’d received last night; this was more of the kiss a lover would give another first thing in the morning. Her lips remained soft and pliant under mine, and her tongue teased lightly against my mouth, brushing it with gentle caresses without invading.
She pulled away and bit her lip. Despite the kiss’s gentle caress, there was nothing but dark heat flickering in her eyes—flirting with Tara had obviously gotten her engine going.
“Tara,” she said and then looked over at my trainer. “Don’t break him, okay? We’re gonna need him in one piece this weekend.” She reached down and ran her fingers lightly over the newly formed erection in my pants before giving it a single, firm squeeze.
“No promises,” Tara said, her tone dry.
My assistant pouted at her but didn’t respond. She gave me one more peck on the lips.
“Tell Camille I won’t be having breakfast here. I’m taking Danni to brunch. We’re gonna talk,” I said.
Erin’s features grew more solemn as she asked, “Are you gonna tell her about your conversation with Natalie?”
“Yeah. I’m going to be completely honest with her.”
“Have you decided?”
“Yeah. I think so.” I said.
She eyed me for a silent moment and then gave me a knowing smile. “Thanks, Marcus.”
And then she bounced off like the tiny bundle of 5’2” energy that she was.
“Hell of a woman,” I said, turning to find Tara watching Erin disappear through the door.
The tip of her tongue was teasing her upper lip. “You’re telling me,” she finally said as she tore her eyes away from where my assistant had vanished. It looked like it had taken her several seconds to even process what I said. “Where do I get one like that?”
I could have suggested an arrangement between us in exchange for access to Erin, but I didn’t want to set that kind of tone with Tara. For one th
ing, she appeared to be some sort of pet project Erin was working on, and I didn’t want to get in the way of whatever she was doing. Second, I liked Tara—she was cool, funny, and easy to talk to. She was also one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever met. I didn’t want to inject something awkward into what felt like the beginnings of a good relationship. If I wanted that authoritarian dynamic, one of the three girls in my bed would scratch that itch. If something happened between Tara and me, I wanted it to be organic… or as organic as possible. Erin’s machinations didn’t exactly strike me as a natural development.
“Tell you what,” I joked. “Go easy on me this morning, and I’ll talk to Helen. She’s the one who found Erin.”
Tara looked deep in thought as she studied me, but how she stared suggested she may have been slightly surprised at my response. Maybe she expected me to make a pass at her. Was she expecting that? Would she have accepted my advances with the understanding that it would lead to my assistant? I’d assumed she wouldn’t have, but maybe I’d miscalculated…
Her cupid’s bow lips compressed into a thin line as she looked me up and down. “No,” she finally said in that very Australian way that sounded like she was chewing on the word.
“You’ve got goals, mate. If you want to make ’em, we’ve got our work cut out. Especially if you’re gonna be disappearing regularly.” She gave me a broad smile, “Nice try, though… using a lovely little bird to try and buy me off. You’ve got my number.”
I hiked my thumb in the direction of Erin’s departure. “Not so hard when our interests are so aligned. Alright… let’s get this over with.”
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