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The Love Of Money - Episode 91
27-07-25 (17:16)
"Yes," Helen said, "But I don't think he expected my
involvernent to be so... thorough. The time away from
the office, and the time spent with you... it's been
gratuitous."
"So he just expected this to be a temporary thing until
he got me to sign on the dotted line?"
Helen tilted her head to the side, obviously weighing
her words carefully. "I think he expected me to start
weining you off my affections a bit sooner. It was one
of the reasons to push for an assistant the day after
you signed. We needed to find you a new toy to play
with so you could relinquish the current one back to its
'rightful owner"
"Jesus, Helen," said, "you make it sound like you didn't
have a choice in the matter."
"Oh I most certainly did," she said, leveling a gaze at
me that backed up her words. "I just went a further
than Roger might have wanted."
When she didn't immediately offer more I offered to fill
in the gaps, "The deal we made. He doesn't know
about it, so now that they have my business, and I
have Erin, he doesn't seem to understand why we
keep seeing each other."
Helen nodded. "At first, I was able to convince him that
you were primarily interested in staying with us
because of our relationship, but I haven't been the only
voice whispering in his ear."
"Ashlee?"
Helen nodded. "You're handsome, young, and Ashlee's
type."
"She has that kind of sway over Roger?"
"Normaly, no," Helen replied. "That's where' I
miscalculated. Your account was so important that there
was no way any of us was going to let Ashlee within
ten feet of you. They needed someone more seasoned
to handle you. When I interrupted Ashlee in the
bathroom, I thought that would be enough. I suspect
she's been saying things to her father about the
amount of hours I've put in with you this week."
"As I've said, Roger and I have an arrangement. I've
been useful in the past at securing agreements, and
we've both had our share of extramarital affairs. We've
even shared a few. When it comes to me, he's not a
particularly jealous man, but he does care about his
pride. Roger has made sure that every man I've been
with was aware that he knew. He's even watched me
with a few of them, but he keeps me on a tight leash.
Anyone I'm with has to be on his terms. He was more
hands-off with us because of your importance.
"And our deal happened," I concluded.
"He still doesn't know about that," Helen said. "No one
does. As far as they know, I'm simply more enthusiastic
about you than some of the others, and Roger's starting
to lose patience that I haven't been at his beck and call
lately."
I turned and leaned back into the couch next to Helen
and mulled over what she was telling me. The situation
she described to me sounded an awful lot like a form
of forced prostitution, but even after giving me all the
details, Helen didn't seen upset, ashamed, or scared.
She still seemed cool, collected, and ready for business.
It was a testament to her strength and made her seem
even more formidable.
"Do you want out of our deal?" finally asked.
"No," Helen sald. "Unless you'd prefer to not have me.
I'm not interested in being in a relationship where' I'm
not wanted."
The word 'relationship' threw me for a second, but
based off the context, it was probably a reference to
our deal. "Why did you make it in the first place? Don't
you like your life? Doesn't this put you in the possible
position of losing everything?"
"I like the money," Helen admitted. "I like the power
and prestige of being on one of the best firms in the
world and managing the money of powerful and
influential people, but as much as I enjoy those things
now, I'm limited by whatever Roger lets me have. I
married him when I was twenty-seven and he was
fifty. He was handsome, intelligent, and powerful. He
swept me off my feet with all sorts of promises and
expensive gifts. For the first five years, I was happy. I
even tried to take on the roll of Ashlee's mother, but
after the first few years, he started getting bored with
me. I caught him cheating a few times, and then there
were the extended nights away. By then, I knew what
I'd married into, but I was stuck. If I left him, I'd have
nothing. Within a decade of our marriage, we came to
the arrangement I told you about."
"Meeting you, and seeing how you looked at me
again... I liked it.
Not only that, but you were naive. I saw you as
someone could
leverage to get out of my current situation. When I saw
how relaxed Roger was with us, I assumed I could use
it to my advantage. I thought I could work for you,
slowly turn you against the firm, and then when it
came time to renew your contract with them, I could
convince you to leave them for another firm and
become your primary manager. I convinced them that
you wanted a stipulation to renegotiate the contract in
a year. I basically gave them a trial period. It's
relatively standard. A year would have been enough
time to convince you that the relationship with YPV
wasn't for you. Bringing someone like you to any other
firm would probably make them grateful enough to
bring me in as a partner."
"Wow," I said. "You had it all figured out."
Helen nodded, her face an emotionless mask, but her
body language was tense. I could tell this was making
her uncomfortable.
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. "I just asked
about your daughter and husband. You didn't have to
tell me about trying to use me."
"Because like you, Marcus," Helen said, She turned
toward me, our knees touching as she gave me a small
smile. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not in love with you.
Honestly, I don't know that I can be in love again.
Roger did a lot of damage to the younger me, but I
enjoy you."
She slid one leg over my lap and straddled me,
reminding me of the first time she showed up at my
apartment a week ago. She draped her arms across my
shoulders and gazed down at me with her crystal blue
eyes. That small smile of hers remained.
"I've enjoyed your company. I've enjoyed building a
new life for you, and I've really enjoyed the sex."
The scent of her flowery body wash was light and
pleasant as Helen brought her forehead to mine and
nuzzled our noses against each other. It felt oddly
intimate and romantic, which was very different from
our other trysts; those had been slow, all-consuming
desire and lust, like the edges of a sheet of paper
curling and blackening by the smoldering embers that
marched inexorably across it. For the first time since I
met her, Helen felt like an actual person and not some
succubus. I didn't get the sense she was trying to
distract me with sex or manipulate me. She felt...
vulnerable.
Then I felt her hips slowly rock back and forth in my
lap, grinding
her crotch against mine. There she was. There was the
temptress,
"Roger only-"
My phone buzzed beside me on the couch, cutting
Helen's words short and stalling her gyrating hips. We
both stared down at the name on the screen.
It was Ashlee.
"Answer it," Helen said softly as she began to push
herself off me. I felt a strange mixture of reluctance and
relief as Helen backed off of me, Helen's presence
always filled me with a level of lust that was nothing
short of palpable. Simultaneously, I felt very unpleasant
things deep in my gut after her admission of
manipulation after trusting her so implicitly. I wasn't
surprised by the revelation. More than once, Helen's
actions felt calculated, but it still stung.
"I don't want to talk to Ashlee right now," I said as she
slid off my lap.
"Answer it," Helen insisted in a still-quiet voice as she
knelt in front of me. She reached up, and her slender
fingers curled around my belt, undoing my buckle as
she urged me on with her eyes.
Once again, my libido did the thinking, and I reached
blindly for my phone as I stared directly into Helen's
ice-blue eyes. I hit the answer button and brought the
phone up to my ear as the woman kneeling in front of
me pulled my pants down enough to expose my cock.
It was already halfway to hardness thanks to Helen's
slow grinding moments ago. She slowly wrapped her
fingers around the base of it and leaned forward to lay
her cool cheek against the part she hadn't grasped.
"Hello?" I said, trying to make my voice sound as
normal as possible. Helen kept her eyes fixed on mine
as she nuzzled my warm member on the smooth,
unblemished skin of her cheek.
"Marcus? Hil It's Ashlee!"
"Hey Ashlee. How are you?" I asked, letting Helen
know that I was definitely talking to her daughter and
not someone else using her phone. Despite what she
told me about her troubles with Ashlee, Helen gave a
small smile in response and turned her head so that her
lips met the side of my prick. She delivered a long,
moist kiss to its sensitive skin and and closed her eyes
as she continued to drift her lips across the top half of
my length.
"I'm okay. Just at work. I heard you were getting
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