The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 16: The Housekeeper
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: The Housekeeper - Marcus and the others are no longer just surviving the world—they’re shaping it. Erin has always known what she wants. Now she’s orchestrating it. Helen is learning that submission isn’t surrender. Bobbi, stripped of her old identity, stands at a crossroads. New women cross his path. Old ones return. Some hand him their heart. Some, a leash. Some, a knife in the back. And then there are the ones waiting for him to stumble. It's hard to rest when you have a target painted on your back.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow Violence
Thursday, September 12th, 1:30 pm
“There they are,” Erin said, her face nearly pressed against the glass as the chopper descended. Several people stood about fifteen feet from the helipad as we neared it. I could see my pool and the garden; both looked pristine and untouched—ready for me.
At long last ... I was home.
“That must be Emiko,” I said, eyes fixed on the woman leading the group.
“Yep!” Erin looked at me, grinning. “Finally! No more party planning for me. Emiko and Charity can take care of it.”
“You threw such a good one last time,” I said.
“They’ll throw even better ones,” Erin said.
The skids made a touchdown, and I could already hear the faint sounds of the rotor soften, each decibel dropping as the pilot powered down.
Chloe opened the door and stepped out first, adjusting her jacket. She scanned the area through her aviator sunglasses as if there could possibly be danger on top of my own roof.
I stepped out first, squinting to protect my eyes from the sun and rotor wash as I looked at my welcome committee.
Helen drew my attention immediately. She looked radiant in a dark purple button-down that opened at the top to show a tantalizing amount of skin. Her black pants hugged her hips, and she wore heels that made her a couple of inches shorter than me. Her golden blonde hair fell in loose waves down her back and fluttered in the wind from the slowing helicopter blades.
The collar around her neck was still in place and spoke volumes about our relationship—hard-earned ownership. I had crowned her and claimed her—lifted her higher than her husband ever did, even as I wrapped a symbol of submission around her neck.
She was mine ... body and soul.
And she was a sight for sore eyes.
“Helen,” I said, her name tasting like the sweetest wine as I closed the distance between us.
What was once an icy, calculating stare was now twin azure flames as she looked back at me with a radiant smile. Her faint laugh lines didn’t detract from her beauty. They matured it and gave it weight.
As soon as I got in arm’s reach, I grasped her face and brought her lips to mine for a soul-searing kiss that she returned with interest. I felt her moist tongue immediately press against my lips and let it in. We spent the next several moments fully making out with each other in front of more than a dozen people.
“Is she going to greet us all like that?” Natashya murmured behind me.
We parted, and she gave the bohemian dancer a smile tinged with demure warmth—an almost-girlish flicker beneath all that poise.
“I don’t think Miss Upton would be thrilled with that notion, Miss Lazarev. Apologies for the overt display. It’s been a week, and our...”
Helen hesitated and searched my face for a moment. “Marcus ... he gave us quite the scare.”
What had Helen been about to say?
Helen moved on. “Oh, Marcus! I’d like to introduce you to your domestic manager. Marcus Upton, this is Emiko Hoshino.”
I turned fully toward the woman beside Helen, giving her my full attention.
Emiko looked about five years younger than Helen—maybe a little younger. Several inches shorter, she stood around five foot four, her posture poised without stiffness. Her dark chestnut hair was gathered in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, held with a silver clip.
She wore a silk sheath dress with a Mandarin collar and an intricate Japanese floral pattern. The cut was modest but deliberate—tailored to hint at a slender waist and the soft flare of her hips. The silk outlined her breasts just enough to notice they were slightly smaller than Helen’s. The dress wasn’t designed to seduce, but it made the option available.
Her fair complexion set off the dark sheen of her hair. Her eyes—deep, dark, endlessly patient—seemed to drink in the light and turn it into warmth. And her mouth ... full enough to soften her elegance, curved just slightly to the side in a smile that suggested she already knew your secrets and simply chose not to mention them.
She was breathtaking in a way that suggested no effort at all.
And I’d been around women long enough to know: that kind of presence was never effortless. It was art. Studied, refined, and worn with quiet pride.
She gave me a slight bow and a warm smile. “Mr. Upton. Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”
Her voice held a soft, natural husk—unforced, unpracticed. Not seductive, just steady. It reminded me of Shea in spirit more than tone: warmth personified.
“Emiko.” I offered her my hand, and she took it in both of hers. They were velvety soft, and I could feel the slightest caress of her thumb across the back of my knuckles. She gave my fingers a light squeeze and let them go.
“It’s good to have you. I look forward to seeing what you can do for the house.” I glanced to my left at Erin. “I know my assistant is happy you’re here.”
Emiko’s smile widened a touch. “Yes. Erin has taken on too much. Looking after your direct needs is a full-time duty. Managing a household as well only detracts from her responsibilities. That she has maintained all of it is a testament to her capabilities.”
She gave Erin an admiring smile and then said, “Now that I am here, I hope that I improve, not only your life, but your staff’s, so that everyone may serve you better.”
Her words ... the way she spoke ... her elegant beauty ... I might have already been a little smitten.
Erin gave a soft snort beside me, modest but unmistakably pleased.
“Well put,” I said. “How about we walk down to my study. Helen says you have some thoughts.”
Emiko bowed her head slightly. “I would like that.”
“Em,” I said, turning to my sister, “I know you guys have to be tired. I’m going to be tied up with this for the rest of the day. You want to do dinner here tonight?”
“Sounds great,” Emily sighed. Her eyes were already starting to get heavy.
“No naps,” Natashya said as she threw her arm around my sister and gave me a wink. “You have to stay awake at least until the sun sets.”
Emily groaned.
Tara smiled at the other two as she followed, stopping long enough to say, “Tomorrow morning?”
“Jesus ... you’re relentless,” I sighed. “We just got back.”
“You’re the boss,” she chided, “but if you want—”
“I just stepped out of a Jack London novel,” I said, cutting her off before she could finish. I already knew what she was going to say. “Give me tomorrow.”
“Fair enough, mate. See you the day after. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking a nap!” She trailed off after the others.
“Go on,” I said to Bobbi, jerking my head toward the others. “Go get settled.”
She only glanced at Helen for a heartbeat before obeying my orders. The tightening of her mouth as if she had just tasted something bitter was minuscule.
“Alright, lead the way,” I said.
Emiko quietly excused Camille and Jessica—neither of whom I’d even spoken to yet. They left without so much as a glance in my direction. Curious ... Camille usually had some kind of flirty jab for me, and Jess was usually looking at me like I would change my mind and take her back as a girlfriend any moment.
I glanced at Emiko as she led us toward the elevator. Was the change in my staff’s behavior her doing?
“How was your flight?” Emiko asked.
“It was the best flight I’ve ever had, considering I slept in the woods for most of a week. That’d make most flights feel nice by comparison.”
Chloe was just behind me, and I chanced a look back at her. She was wearing her sunglasses, so I couldn’t tell if she was meeting my gaze. I imagined I felt something behind the mirrored lenses, but with Chloe, imagining was dangerous. I gave her a weak smile and turned back to Emiko.
I gave her a summary of the flight, leaving out the argument with Chloe and the encounter with Bobbi, of course. I told her about all the boring stuff—getting acquainted with my phone, enjoying the hot tub after a nap (post coitus), and watching a movie before falling asleep again.
I had a feeling that jet lag was going to hit me particularly hard.
“What about you?” I asked as we piled into the elevator. “You started Saturday, right? How are you settling in?”
“I arrived on Saturday and started my duties on Sunday,” Emiko said. “I’ve already assessed the available staff, audited the building, and taken inventory.”
“Miss Malik gave me a suggested list of things to start on that was quite helpful. I’ve designated guest rooms, and they have been prepared to be used at a moment’s notice. I understand you occasionally take in strays who need more than a guest room. I’ve prepared a few apartments, just in case.”
She smiled at Erin. “Thank you for your recommendations. They were invaluable.”
Erin’s smile shifted—less assistant and more daughter basking in quiet praise.
“Happy to help! Just let me know if you need anything else.”
Emiko turned her attention back to me. “One of the apartments has already proved useful. Phoebe Lucas is here. She was distraught when she arrived, so I thought it better to give her an apartment so she could grieve her situation without fear of bothering anyone. I’ve had Jessica deliver meals to her.”
“Phoebe’s here?” I asked. “Can I see her?”
“She isn’t available at the moment, I’m afraid. Mrs. Lucas left early this morning looking for work. Years as a housewife left her unprepared for this.”
I frowned at that. Phoebe’s husband ditched her and took her kid. The last thing she needed to be doing was looking for a job.
“Alright. Will you let me know when she gets back?” I asked.
Emiko nodded. “Of course.”
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into my apartment’s living room. Before I left, it had started to feel like home, with clothes and other things lying around. It was so big that I didn’t think it would ever be cozy, but at least it had signs of being lived in.
I was wrong. New couches, fresh art on the walls, updated fixtures—every detail had shifted. My house hadn’t just changed. It had become a home.
It actually did feel cozy.
“Emiko,” I gasped. “Did you do all this?”
“It was a concerted effort,” Emiko said with a big, beautiful smile as she stepped into the middle of the living room. She spun on her heels to look back at me. “Erin, Helen, and Charity were instrumental in making this possible.”
“I don’t know what to say...”
“Hopefully, that we can keep her,” Erin said.
I looked from Erin to Emiko. “Yeah ... you’re hired!”
Emiko’s smile turned playful. “Good. I’m relieved that my trip around the world wasn’t in vain.”
“I’d like to hear more about your first few days on the job,” I said.
“I would love to debrief you, but I would suggest doing it alone ... possibly in the privacy of your study? It might be more appropriate.”
I looked back at Erin and said, “Sure. That makes sense, but Erin should probably come with.”
“No,” Erin said. “That’s okay. Emiko should have the chance to speak freely. Besides, I need to catch up with Chandler and a few others before the day’s over, so this will be a good time to get after it.”
“Speaking of Chandler,” Helen said. “He’s dying to talk to you about Carla Tanaka. You asked him to get her a job, and now he’s threatening to throw himself out of his office window.
“Fuck,” I said, remembering the conversation I had with Chandler. As a result of her help in maintaining my control of VistaVision, I’d promised Carla a position inside the company. Days before fucking off to Europe, I remember pawning that job off to Chandler, who had expressed doubts about her ability to fit in the company culture. Chandler was a team player, so if he was complaining, maybe she was a little more than he could handle.
“Alright. I’ll talk to him.”
I glanced down at the collar that graced her neck. “Let me speak to Emiko first, then I’d like to hear a bit more about Carla, VistaVIsion, and how you’re settling in at YPV.”
“Sounds good,” Helen said. Her gaze was steady and sharp. She hadn’t missed the way my eyes lingered on that collar.
“Before I forget,” I said. “I’d like to have a little get-together tomorrow night. Just some close friends. I guess that’s ... you?” I pointed at Emiko.
“It depends,” Emiko said. “You’ll want to give Erin your guest list. I’ll take care of the arrangements for the party. Miss Manalo would handle any celebrities, sensitive invites, press releases, or publicity surrounding any events you throw.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
Emiko chuckled. “If you provide me with the details, I will make sure everyone is involved who needs to be.”
“Easy enough.”
“Before I let you go,” Charity chimed in, “I’m gonna need you at some point soon. We need to figure out how we want the news to break about what happened to you. We also need to discuss the next steps for your public image, and I want to talk to you about the movie production opportunity.”
“Yeah,” I said, already feeling slightly overwhelmed. I’d literally just stepped off a helicopter, but I guess this was my own doing. “Tomorrow?”
“Breakfast?” Charity asked.
There was no way I would be up early enough to eat anything that could be justified as breakfast.
“Best I can do is brunch,” I said.
“Sold!” Charity grinned. “I’ll see you then!”
She scurried forward, stood on her toes, grabbed my shoulders, and kissed my cheek. Then whispered, “I’m going to need you to follow through with where we left off last time. Don’t make me chase you.”
She backed off before I could respond, but her gaze suggested that if my dance card wasn’t already full, she’d be dragging me to my room. Last time we saw each other, she was still recovering from a gunshot to the abdomen, and I ended up eating her out after offering her a job.
“We will ... promise,” I said.
Then cleared my throat and turned back to Emiko.
“Office?”
Even the study had transformed under Emiko’s care. The bookshelves, the large globe, and the massive television were in the same place, but there were other decorations. A sprawling rug that looked soft and expensive lay across the floor between the ebony desk and the door. Tapestries and old collections of weapons and books lined the walls in spaces where available. The books looked like they had been completely rearranged, and even that small change contributed to the overall aesthetics.
“Goddammit, Emiko! Are you a witch?”
Emiko’s laugh was soft and musical. “I was told to spare no expense in making this place feel like a home when you returned. I just did a little research on your interests. Miss Malik assured me that you would not mind me contacting your mother for additional assistance on how I should decorate.”
I looked up from the glass case holding an original Tolkien-annotated map of Middle-earth. “Is this real?”
“It is,” Emiko said. “I wish I could take full credit, but Miss Malik has been in communication with the seller for a while. I only finalized the deal after I was hired. It arrived in New York a week ago, and I arranged to have it delivered after I arrived.”
I blinked back down at the map. It had to cost a hundred thousand dollars, easily. I had to remind myself that this wasn’t a dream.
“You spoke to my mom?” I asked Emiko, my head still catching up.
“I did,” she said. “She’s a sweet woman. I hope you don’t mind. I did not wish you to return without a properly decorated space.”
I whistled, not having been as impressed by someone since Erin.
Circling behind my desk, I examined the chair; it was different. My old one was one of the most comfortable pieces of furniture that I had ever sat in, but it looked like the kind of office chair that belonged to someone interested only in comfort. This one looked more vintage and conformed with the rest of the decor. I sat in it to test whether they had sacrificed function for form.
Nope. I could have fallen asleep in this thing.
“Well, I’m impressed,” I said.
Emiko had walked up to the other side of the desk and stood in front of it, hands clasped in simple elegance. “You honor me. Thank you.”
When she remained standing, I said, “Please! Have a seat! Can I call you Emi?”
“Thank you,” Emiko said, as she pulled a chair close and sat in it, crossing her ankles. She even made something as simple as sitting down seem elegant and graceful. “I would prefer Emiko, if you don’t mind. Emi is a little too casual for my comfort.”
Something in her tone left an unspoken ‘for now’ on the end.
“Alright then. Emiko, once again, thank you for all this. It’s amazing.”