Thursday, 9:53 am
"Who the fuck put the kitchen on the second floor?"
Ashlee's head appeared as she climbed the stairs to the open kitchen, her eyes taking in the large dining table, massive island, rack hanging from the ceiling with pots and pans dangling off hooks, and a fully-stocked fridge. Fresh from a shower, she wore a plush, light pink terry cloth robe. Her damp hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she'd already applied some makeup to make herself more presentable. Even though she kept the makeup to a minimum compared to some of the other ladies in my company, I'd learned that she never left her room without it, always wanting to look her best, even if it was to get breakfast after a shower.
"I dunno," I said, piling some fresh-cut watermelon on a plate next to a few pieces of link sausage. The dining room table had been set with plates, and the island contained a well-placed assortment of breakfast. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, omelets, bacon, toast, fruit, and several other types of food were all present, being kept warm thanks to burners underneath the catering hardware. There was enough here to feed a small army.
"Well, they should be fired," Ashlee said as she approached the island and scanned the different food. "It's bad floor planning for a luxury stay."
Making sure she was distracted, I picked up my phone and texted,
Now
.
"It's not that bad," I said and took a bite of sausage. "A little exercise helps wake you up."
"Ugh.
Please
tell me you're not a morning person. That's a red flag," Ashlee said in disgust.
"God, no! That's why the stairs are a good thing. I need all the help I can get."
"That's what coffee is for," Ashlee muttered. "Speaking of which, where is it?"
I pointed toward the far end of the kitchen, where a full cappuccino machine sat.
"Oh, thank god!" she said, grabbing a cup and heading toward the caffeine.
My phone started buzzing, and I answered, "Hello?"
"Hello, my handsome boss," Erin said. Her tone was teasing and playful.
"Oh, hey, Erin. What's up?" I asked, sounding more businesslike.
"I just thought I'd let you know that I'm lying in bed naked and all alone."
I glanced at Ashlee, who was working the cappuccino machine. "What? They found him?"
"I don't know if they found him," Erin replied, "but I found what I'm looking for. I'm rubbing my clit right now, thinking about that big, hard dick inside of me."
I turned away from Ashlee so she couldn't see the grin I was failing to suppress. The last thing I needed her to see was me grinning at the "news" I was receiving.
"Wait. What?" I said, regaining my composure before turning around. As I suspected, my exclamation had attracted Ashlee's attention, and she turned to watch me with interest as the cappuccino poured her coffee.
"You heard me." Erin purred, "I'm getting off just thinking about what I missed out on. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to taste that little bitch?"
I swallowed and cut my eyes back over to Ashlee, imagining what it would have been like to fuck Erin while she was going down on the princess. "So, they're sure it's Cartwright?" I asked, maintaining my facade. I watched Ashlee's face carefully for any sign that she recognized the name, but at that moment, she raised her cup to her lips, blocking half her face. She was too far away to pick up anything just off her eyes.
"Mm... how did she taste?" Erin asked, her voice a little breathless. Fuck, she really was masturbating. That was hot.
"Okay. Thanks, Erin. Tell..." I decided it was better not to mention my investigator by name while one of the people he was investigating was within earshot, "our guy to keep us updated."
"Yes, sir," Erin whispered into the phone, "I'll text you the moment I cum."
I hung up, and despite having morning sex, I had to fake reading a text to give my boner time to settle down.
"What was that about?" Ashlee asked casually.
"Nothing, "I said as I turned back to her. She approached me while my back was turned and stood a few feet away. "Well, not nothing. You remember me telling you about the guy with the gun who stopped by the bathroom?"
"Yeah?"
"They arrested him early this morning and have him in a holding cell. Someone from YPV is headed to the station to file a report on my behalf."
"Oh!" Ashlee said, looking slightly alarmed. It wouldn't have been enough to make me think anything was amiss, but I found it a little suspicious, considering what I knew. "That's good! Have they gotten any information out of him?"
I decided less information was better. "I don't know. They just told Erin that the guy matched the description and had the same name. Hopefully, we can get more information from him over the next twenty-four hours."
"Morning," Shea said as she appeared at the stairs.
"Hey! Morning!" I said without taking my eyes off Ashlee, who looked like she wanted to ask me another question. Finally, she tore her gaze from me to look at Shea.
"Good morning," she said as a slight blush crept across her cheeks. It was the first time she'd seen Shea since she woke up this morning.
The night had gone well. Ashlee never went down on the woman who had shared our bed, but that hadn't stopped her from exploring Shea in other ways. They kissed a surprising amount, she spent a gratuitous amount of time on the older woman's tits, and they had even ground their crotches against each other. Ashlee came twice while Shea went down on her, two more times with her fingers, and at least twice on my cock. While not extremely bisexual, there was no mistaking that Ashlee appeared to enjoy herself most of last night.
The three of us exchanged a few pleasantries about how we slept and mentioned having shower sex this morning. Shea expressed sorrow for missing out but returned to her room to get some sleep after we were all thoroughly worn out. Ashlee hadn't said anything but seemed grateful for the alone time with me.
When Shea asked what we were up to today, Ashlee expressed a desire to do more shopping since she was fifteen thousand dollars richer than yesterday. Shea was interested, but I begged off, saying I wanted to spend some time with my sister today, which was true. I knew Emily well enough to know that accidentally inviting herself on this trip was still eating at her, and I wanted to reassure her that it was okay.
Ashlee pouted about not going with them, but didn't push me too hard. Perhaps she thought I'd think less of her if she attempted to deprive me of time with my sister. Having Shea go with her placated her. Despite the slight awkwardness from her, the princess appeared to enjoy Shea's company.
My phone buzzed again, and I checked it to find a message from Helen. Opening it, I was treated to the familiar sight of Bobbi's pale ass on my bed; her cheeks were marked thoroughly with crimson. Another image appeared - this time Bobbi's face. Her heavy mascara ran down her cheeks, and several dark trails ran down Helen's hand as it cupped her chin. The dominant's thumb was inserted in the younger woman's mouth.
Bobbi's ruined mascara and damp cheeks suggested that Helen had pushed her hard, but I couldn't be sure of how she was feeling based on the image. Based on the way Bobbi's lips were firmly sealed on Helen's thumb, it almost looked like she was sucking on it with enthusiasm. Was Helen actually getting through to Bobbi? Was the wicked bitch actually submitting willingly?
I had to know more.
Ashlee was recounting her shopping adventures from yesterday, and Shea looked like she was listening with genuine interest. I was done eating, so I excused myself. "I need to make a call, and then I'm gonna make sure the others are up."
"Okay!" Ashlee said and then looked at me expectantly. I walked over and pressed my lips to hers for what was supposed to be a quick kiss, but she grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me against her, giving me a heated kiss that did nothing to assuage the growing hard-on that Bobbi's images had instigated.
Once we were finished and I pulled away, Ashlee licked her bottom lip and grinned at me. "That'll need to last me a while, so I wanted a good one."
"It certainly was," Shea said, smiling over her cup of coffee. I looked at her, and she gave me a wink.
