The Love of Money I – Chapter 24: Meeting Henry Psalter by MindSketch
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Marcus meets with a PI who has some interesting information
Tuesday, 4:06 pm
One airplane and helicopter purchase later, and we headed back to the Dunbar building. Once all three of us had satisfied our carnal desires, Erin opened the plane, and I was astounded to see that the entire squad was still out there waiting for me to make a decision. I felt terrible about leaving them all hanging, but a part of me also felt powerful. It didn’t matter if I’d taken more than an hour to decide; they were still waiting on me.
I notified Sam that I would be purchasing the plane, and just as he was about to initiate the purchase, Erin asked about helicopters, stating that they would be a safer and faster way of getting around. I loved the idea. The apartment already had a helipad, and I could have one built on top of the Dunbar building. Photographers would have a hard time chasing someone flying around in the air.
Erin already had a pilot picked out, and Vikram was there to ensure everything went as smoothly and quickly as possible, freeing up my time to head back to the office. Sam and Vikram assured me the plane would be entirely purchased, vetted, insured, registered, and prepped for take-off tomorrow morning for Vegas. I couldn’t believe a purchase like this could move so fast, but Erin insisted that, with enough money, any amount of friction and red tape could be removed.
Assured that everything was handled, Chloe, Helen, Erin, and I piled into the SUV we came in while Ray and the Johns followed behind us as we made our way across town to the Dunbar building. On the way, Erin and I made plans for the trip to Vegas tomorrow, deciding on me, her, and Danielle. I asked Helen to come, but she declined, claiming she couldn’t go because of other business in the city, but the look she gave me from the front seat made the real reason vividly clear. Helen VanCamp running off to Vegas with YPV’s largest client wouldn’t be a good look, something her husband would take issue with.
I called Danielle to see if she could go, but she had already called in a few favors to spend the entire weekend at my place and couldn’t afford to abandon her job to spend the week with me. I almost suggested she quit, but from what I saw, she seemed to enjoy it and I didn’t want to put her in that position. Her genuine disappointment in turning me down made the let-down more bearable.
“Is there anyone else you want to invite?” Erin asked.
“What? You don’t think you’re enough for me?”
“Oh, I’m enough,” Erin said, flashing me her patented grin. “I just think it’d be a shame not to share the wealth.”
Natalie was the first person to come to mind, but that wasn’t an option now that she was officially dating someone else.
Erin’s phone rang before I could answer, and she glanced at it. “It’s John,” she said, her brow knitted in confusion.
“One of the ones back there?” I asked, hiking my thumb over my shoulder.
“No. The one at the apartment,” she said and answered the phone. “Hello? Yes.”
Her eyes went wide, and then she squeezed them shut. She slapped her hand on her forehead. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, John! I meant to tell you Bobbi Nanford would be moving in there today. Yes, let her up.” She glanced at me, watching my reaction as she continued. “Tell her to find a room to put her stuff and then make herself at home. We’ll be at the Dunbar building for a few more hours. After that, we’ll be home, and I can help her get settled.”
She listened as John spoke on the other end and said, “Okay, thank you, John.” Then she hung up, looked at me, and said, “I don’t suppose you’d consider Bobbi for Vegas?”
“Fuck no!” I said. “Have you even met her yet?”
“I haven’t, but Helen’s told me stories.”
“Yeah… I want to have a good time there, and Bobbi is definitely not a good time.”
“I beg to differ,” Helen said, and I could see a slight smirk playing about her lips. I felt my dick stir at the memory of the time we shared with Bobbi and wondered if we were overdue for a repeat performance.
“This trip is about removing stress, Helen,” I said, “not adding to it.”
“Fair enough,” Erin said as the car stopped in front of the Dunbar building. The four of us got out and made a beeline for the front lobby before we attracted too much attention while one of the Johns got out of the car behind us and jumped into the SUV to park it.
“What about Natashya?” Erin asked as we entered the lobby. I stopped briefly to say hi to Andrew before passing through security.
“You mean for Vegas?” I asked as we reached the elevators.
“Yeah,” she said. “I saw how well you two hit it off this weekend. I’m sure she would be a lot of fun.”
Natashya was one of the three exotic dancers Erin, Danni, and I met in The Starlight – a high-end gentlemen’s club for the rich and famous. The three of us, along with Natashya and two of her friends, Rose and Honey, ended up in the high-end VIP suite where we’d participated in a six-person orgy. Not finished, the six of us went to my apartment, where we continued well into dawn. Honey left the following morning, but Rose and Natashya stayed the entire weekend. The five of us spent the next day and a half consecrating every room of my vast apartment with at least one person’s fluids. I’d enjoyed them all, but Natashya’s exotic, half-Asian features and dreads fascinated me. Our personalities had also meshed well, so my dick ended up finding its way into her more than anyone else during the rest of the weekend.
“Yeah,” I said, reminding myself that she and Erin had also become especially cozy that weekend. I suspected she would be a good fit if she was open to coming with us. “That could be fun.”
I called her, and she answered on the second ring. Like Helen and Danielle, she told me she couldn’t take that much time off work, but unlike Danni, I knew she wasn’t as attached to her job.
“I’ll cover it,” I said. “Whatever a good Saturday night is for you, I’ll pay that for every day you have to miss work.” I regretted it as soon as I said it, concerned that she would take it as some sort of commentary on how she was essentially a prostitute.
“Hm,” Natashya said, “That is tempting. I would accept if The Starlight could find someone to cover for me for that many days.”
“The Starlight would need someone to cover your shift so you can go?” I asked.
“Suggest that you pay the company their cut,” Erin muttered.
I did, and Natashya immediately said yes.
“Good!” I said, grinning. “I’m glad you said yes. It’ll be me, you, and Erin.”
“Two of my favorite people,” Natashya purred, that subtle hint of an accent bleeding through her words.
Erin watched my face and could tell I was happy with the outcome. “Tell her I’m going to rock her fucking ass off when we get there.”
“I heard that,” Natashya said. “Tell her I can’t wait. See you tomorrow?”
“Be ready at eight o’clock,” I said. “We’ll send a car for you.”
“Fancy! Talk to you tomorrow.” She made a kissing sound and hung up.
“She said she can’t wait,” I said to Erin as the elevator doors opened. As we stepped into the lobby of my office floor, I noticed some building supplies stacked in one corner. Erin must have found a contractor to remodel this space to my specifications. After sleeping in the office a couple of times, I asked Erin to find someone to turn this floor into a small apartment on top of being a workspace.