The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 22: Radical Honesty
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 22: Radical Honesty - 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
Natalie looked good in a burnt yellow two-piece.
She’d always been stacked, but this outfit made her into a piece of art. The top of her bikini consisted of two pieces of yellow fabric that covered most of her breasts, but the straps crossed her chest before wrapping around her neck. It meant that her breasts were lifted and cinched, giving her cleavage a depth it usually lacked when left unrestrained. A blood-orange skirt wrapped around her waist, obscuring the other piece of the suit, but left a slit up the side, showing off a beautiful amount of thigh and hip. A few bangles dangled from one wrist and matched the gold hoops she wore in her ears.
Erin escorted Natalie to me, both of them looking my way occasionally as they talked to each other. Natalie laughed at something Erin said, which was a green flag. Considering Erin was one of the most important people in my life, having Natalie like her meant a lot to me.
“Hey, boss!” Erin said as they approached me. “Guess who I found hanging out inside!?”
“Glad you could make it!” I said, grinning at her as I gave her a once-over.
Fuck. She was gorgeous. It always astounded me how Natalie never seemed tempted to follow in the footsteps of so many other women with above-average looks. She could have easily had as many followers as Venus or one of the other girls. She possessed a unique blend of African and Native American heritage that made her beauty truly exotic. Her almond-shaped eyes could destroy me with a look, and I wanted to drown in eyes so dark that you could barely distinguish irises from pupils. Her lips were gorgeous and perfect for so many illicit things.
Her long hair was piled on top of her head, leaving her graceful neck bare. I wanted to chase its gentle slope with my tongue.
I tried not to be too obvious as I stared back at her, but there was no doubt that both ladies noticed me eyeing Natalie like I was a starving man confronted with a seven-course meal. No one could blame me ... especially after that dream.
Only ... now, I had the real thing standing in front of me.
“Thanks for inviting me,” she said, glancing at the ground before cutting her eyes up at me. It made her look bashful, which was so strange considering how long we’d known each other.
Erin placed her hand on the small of Natalie’s back and gave her a little nudge. My old friend’s eyes grew wide in surprise as she stumbled forward a step or two before putting a steadying hand on my chest.
“Sorry,” Erin said. “You two are hopeless, so I thought I’d give you a little help.”
Natalie blushed and looked up at me ... her lips dangerously close to mine. “You gonna let her get away with that?”
“It’s part of her job,” I said, glancing back at Erin. She was staring at Natalie’s ass, and her eyes traveled up the woman’s bare back until she caught me watching her. She grinned and mouthed, “If you don’t get between those legs soon, I will!” Then she promptly went back to staring at Natalie’s ass, biting her lip.
I snorted.
“It’s part of her job to shove women at you?” Natalie asked
“Only the ones I like.” I let another few heartbeats pass between us before stepping back to give us a little more space but still held onto her hand. “So, what do you think?”
“Of the place?” Natalie said, looking around. “I’ve been here before.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you last time.”
Natalie winced. “Yeah. I remember that. Sorry if I came off a little bitchy to ... what was her name?”
“Danni.” I recalled the way those two had been at each other—nothing overt ... just a handful of comments and looks that resembled two alley cats circling each other.
“Ah, yeah,” she said. The way she looked at me with a mixture of apology and playful coyness created a lump in my throat. “She was pretty. Whatever happened to her?”
I could feel it. This was one of those small moments that could contribute to shaping our relationship.
I could take the easy way—gloss over what happened with Danni and make Natalie feel more important. It’s something I would have done a month ago.
Or, I could be honest and give her the real story.
“She wanted something I couldn’t give her,” I admitted, opting for honesty.
“What was that?” Natalie asked.
“My undivided attention,” I sighed. I tried to give her my best lopsided, roguish grin, but I could feel the regret in it. I didn’t want to break Danni’s heart. I didn’t want to break Natalie’s either. I just wasn’t sure I could commit to an exclusive relationship the way Danni had wanted, which was something that Natalie was used to.
She stared back at me, the playful look in her eyes fading a little as she worked through my meaning.
Then she said something that surprised the hell out of me.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out, but if she wanted things you couldn’t give her, then maybe she just wasn’t meant to be.” She fixed me with a meaningful look and said, “There’s someone out there better.”
And with that, the groundwork had been laid. Without saying it outright, I’d let Natalie know that there wasn’t an exclusive relationship in my future, and she’d just let me know that she was interested despite that.
We spent the next ten minutes catching up over cocktails. She told me a little more about what she’d been doing since I left for Europe, and I gave her a bit more insight into my adventures. As she began to discuss the fallout from her relationship with my brother, I noticed some of the laughter fading from her eyes with each passing moment, replaced by a haunted look.
“Let’s not talk about him right now,” I said. “We have plenty of time to cover that later.”
Our wandering had brought us close to the dance floor, which had become more lively, thanks to Natashya and my sister. Both of them moved with fluid grace and seductive precision. Natashya was currently rubbing her crotch against her girlfriend as her hands lightly brushed down Emily’s sides. Em had her arms lifted high, her curvy frame silhouetted against the last remnants of the day. Her hair tossed from side to side, and she kept throwing glances at her partner as she ground her ass against her.
I’d never known my sister to be that much of a dancer; being around Natashya must have rubbed off on her. Not only did she look like she was enjoying herself, but she was good!
“That’s your sister, right?” Natalie asked, leaning in close and pointing at the pair.
“Yeah,” I said, watching as Jonah and Honey joined them on the dance floor. Jonah wasn’t that great, but Honey more than made up for it. She had more curves than just about anyone else at this party, but she moved with Rose and Natashya’s deftness, and the look on Jonah’s face made it clear that he was aware that he’d scored a girl out of his league.
“That’s Emily,” I continued. “The woman she’s dancing with is her girlfriend!”
“Girlfriend?” Natalie said. “I didn’t know she was a lesbian!”
“Bi,” I corrected. “It’s a recent thing, but they’ve been dating for over a month, and they seem good together.”
By now, Venus had joined the dance floor, along with Kwan and a few others. Venus immediately made her way over to Honey, who was now sandwiched between her boyfriend and the internet influencer. They writhed against the curvy blonde, treating her like royalty, every grind ... every look a tribute.
“How do you know all these people?” Natalie asked.
“Ah...”
Once again, I found myself hesitant to answer. It would mean revealing more than I was comfortable with and risking that she’d see me as just another misogynistic pig ... especially after Tyler. My knee-jerk instinct was to obfuscate.
But if I wanted to give this a shot—if I wanted Natalie to see the real shape of my life—I needed to lead with radical, unapologetic honesty.
“Well, you know Jonah,” I said. Natalie nodded. She’d met the guys a few times. “I met Venus at my last party. I think she’s starting to get serious with one of my lawyers. Honey and Natashya...”
I glanced at Natalie to see her staring up at me curiously while slurping on the straw in her drink, and I took a moment to appreciate how starkly beautiful she could be even when she wasn’t trying, sometimes hovering between classically gorgeous and girl-next-door good looks.
“I had a bad Friday,” I continued, “so Erin took me to a high-end strip club. I met Honey and Natashya there ... and ended up spending the weekend with them.”
Natalie blinked and spit out the straw. “You spent the entire weekend with two strippers?”
“Three,” I corrected. “Rose is around here somewhere. And Erin ... and Danni.”
“You spent the weekend with three strippers, your assistant, and the girl you were dating!?”
Radical honesty.
“Yeah,” I said as unapologetically as I could.
“Jesus, Marcus. You’re cute, but I didn’t know you had that kind of game!”
“Oh,” I said, “trust me. I don’t. It’s the money ... and Erin. They made it all happen.”
She gave me a long side-eye. “Hm,” she said, her mouth twisting in thought.
“Is it a problem?” I asked.
“No!” She said quickly. “Why would it be?”
“No reason,” I said, eyeing her closely. I couldn’t tell whether she was trying to hide jealousy and judgment or if she was genuinely accepting of what she was hearing. This whole thing felt a little like some kind of dance, and I didn’t fully understand the rules.
Honey and Venus had started getting into it—to the point where Jonah was looking a little like a third wheel. He bowed out with grace, letting the two flirt and writhe with each other as he made his way over to Natalie and me, wiping his glistening forehead with his sleeve.
“Looks like you’ve got competition,” I said, jutting my chin at Venus.
“I mean,” Jonah said, glancing over his shoulder, “can you blame her?”
Natalie and I both checked her out. Venus was stunning—more curves than Rose or Natashya, but nowhere near as stacked as Honey. She moved with feline grace as she danced around her partner. Her dark brown hair and slightly Greek features made her particularly striking, likely contributing to the nearly one million people who followed her.
“Yeah,” I said. “You might have lost her, buddy.”
“Shame,” Jonah said good-naturedly. “I’m not great at it, but I love a good dance.” He looked back at me. “What about you? Gonna get out there?”
“Maybe in a minute,” I said, holding my drink up—it had about a third left. “If I can find a partner.”
I glanced at Natalie, who grinned at me. “Are you asking me to dance?” Her smile felt genuine—pleased.
“If you’re up for it.”
Natalie put her hand to her chest like a debutant at a ball. “I’d be honored!”
“You mind if I warm her up for you?” Jonah asked.
“If she’s ready, go for it!” I said.
She handed me her empty cup and offered her hand to Jonah. As he led her out onto the dance floor, she looked back at me, all smiles. “Don’t take too long!”
I worked on finishing my drink as I watched Natalie and Jonah slip out onto the dance floor, stopping next to Honey and Venus so Jonah could show off his new partner to his girlfriend. Throwing back the last of my drink, I set both glasses on some nearby surface, my eyes locked on the sway of her hips.
I stared at Natalie, hunger squirming in my gut as I watched her sway to the music. Her generous hips snapped with every beat before sensuously rolling back, her crotch thrusting slow and deliberate, her torso writhing with the same skill and finesse as Rose or Natashya.
Natalie could move!
She raised her arms, hair cascading back as her body leaned into Jonah’s. Her dark gaze flashed from beneath hooded lids, her smile dripping with dark promises.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Come on!” Helen’s voice cut in as she swept past, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the heat. She landed beside Natalie and Jonah, spun, and pressed her toned ass into me. Her head tipped back onto my shoulder, and when I met her icy blue eyes, they were anything but cold.
Sliding my hand around Helen’s waist and across her toned abs, I pulled her more firmly against me. She whipped her head around, her blonde hair trailing in an arc to land behind me as she rested against my other shoulder. She tilted her head back a little more so her lips hovered near my ear.
“Still chasing her, Master?” Her nose nuzzled against my earlobe, and I felt her arm wrap around the back of my neck. Fingernails grazed through my hair as a small moan escaped her lips as her firm ass ground against my cock.
My immediate reaction was to glance at Natalie, but she was so distracted by Honey and Venus, who had included her and Jonah in their private dance party. Natalie was currently sandwiched between Honey and Jonah, while Venus was back-to-back with the buxom blonde.
“Can you blame me?” I said into Helen’s ear.
Helen whirled in my arms, pressing her chest against mine as she wrapped both arms around my neck. She gave me a warm smile—something very few received from the cold blonde—and shook her head. We were so close that her nose nuzzled mine.
“Hardly,” Helen said. Helen was tall enough to brush her lips against mine as we moved to the beat. “Be careful, though ... you’ve got a lot of hungry mouths to feed.”
She punctuated her words with a roll of her hips against my crotch.
Goddamn, she was right—Helen, Erin, Rose, Bobbi, Shea, Jessica ... and now Natalie.
Not to mention that I’d promised to give it to Charity at some point soon. My house was getting very full of promiscuous women with needs, and I was only one man.
Maybe I was getting too greedy.
But the dance floor at my party was hardly the place to start worrying about that. They were here, and I’d worry about little things like dehydration and recovery after the fact.
And while I appreciated Helen’s concern, it wasn’t necessarily her job, and I managed to catch myself just in time from making a horrible mistake—forgetting who wore the collar and who held the leash.
On the dance floor as we ground against each other, I reached for Helen’s choker and hooked my fingers through it, using it to keep her face close to mine.
Her reaction was immediate—jaw tightened ... eyes flashed brilliant blue. It wasn’t anger. There was only pure, unadulterated lust staring back at me.
“What are you suggesting, baby girl? That I can’t handle some extra pussy?”
I could feel her throat work against my fingers as she swallowed. Her jaw jutted in a mixture of sultry and subversive heat, and I could feel her hot breath roll over my face.
“No, Sir,” she said. Her body still swayed to the beat despite my keeping her anchored against me. I felt her fingernails dig into my back as she clung tighter to me.
“Who owns you?” I growled low, my lips hovering millimeters from hers.
“You do,” she said in a whisper I could barely hear.
“And if every single woman here is waiting their turn to sit on my cock, what will you do?”
She licked her lips. “I’ll keep them warm and ready for you.”
I smiled, savoring the image of Helen’s mouth as little more than a tool to keep others warm until it was their turn.
“That’s what Bobbi’s for. You?” I pulled her tighter against me. “You’re there to help me fuck them.”
“Uggggh...”
I released the collar and dropped a hand around Helen’s waist, picking the dance back up where we left off. A beat later, my beautiful blonde recovered and pressed her face into my shoulder. I felt her teeth sink into my shoulder as her hands slid up my back to grab fistfuls of my shirt as she clung to me.
For a second, I thought she might have climaxed.
“Fuck me, Marcus,” she hissed, her lips dripping with desire as she raised her head from my shoulder and rested her chin on me. “You can’t do that to me out here on the dance floor ... in front of everyone.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want with you,” I whispered, holding her close.
As I said the words, my gaze was locked on Natalie, dancing between Venus and Jonah as she stared at me. Her eyes were massive, and for a moment, I thought she was angry. Part of me cared. Regret twisted in my gut ... sure I’d just blown it with her.
Another part of me—a darker part—dared Natalie to get mad at me. I still wanted her, but I was also growing tired of tiptoeing around her sensibilities.
It was like slow motion as we watched each other—her dark, unreadable eyes traveled from Helen back to me, and we locked gazes for what felt like hours. Then she pulled her plush bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it, smiling at me before looking back at Venus and losing herself in her dance partners once more.
“That was hot!” Honey said. A soft pair of breasts pressed into my back as Honey began dancing behind me.
“Glad you liked the show!” I called out from over my shoulder. “Not good enough to pull you away from that party, though!” I indicated to Natalie and the others.
Honey shrugged prettily and batted her eyes at me. “Jonah’s dancing with your girl. I assumed I could dance with Natalie’s man!”
Despite not actually dating Natalie, I couldn’t help but smile at Honey’s words.
The next few minutes were a blur—I was sandwiched between Helen and Honey, grinding on one and then the other. Natalie noticed what was happening and followed suit, her moves becoming more exaggerated as she leaned back against Jonah, who looked like a deer in headlights. Then she leaned forward and loosely embraced Venus. Natalie’s cleavage overwhelmed the other woman’s as they danced.
Helen took the escalation as a challenge and leaned in to kiss me. Honey hovered over my shoulder, tugged on Helen’s hair, and stole her lips, giving me a very up-close view of the two blondes as they fully made out.
Cheers erupted from some of the crowd. Kwan stopped dancing with a redhead to cheer with her near the edge of the dance floor.
Honey grabbed my hand, and I turned to face her, fearing for a second that she might try to initiate some kind of make-out session with me. We’d fucked before, but that was before she met Jonah, and I wasn’t about to make a move on one of my best friends’ girlfriends.
Instead, we danced.
Up to this point, most of what I’d referred to as dancing had been little more than glorified dry humping. That wasn’t what Honey and I did. We held hands and stepped across the floor to the beat. Not having much experience, I followed her lead and was pleased to learn that she was fantastic! I was able to pick up on her cues perfectly, spinning her around, pulling her against me, and pushing her out into a twirl at precisely the right time.
She was all smiles and laughter as she twirled around, dropping in and out of my orbit as we moved across the floor. The deep dimples in her round cheeks worked in tandem with her golden hair to give her a youthful and vibrant appearance. I’d never seen Honey so radiant ... she’d always seemed cool and distant.
There was no mistaking ... she was fine as hell, in that cute/hot way, but now that she was less standoffish, I could see what Jonah saw in the girl.
I had just turned to press my back against hers, enjoying the movement, when my gaze found Natashya and Emily. They were a sweaty mess as they continued to move across the floor. Natashya was watching me, her hands on her knees, pressing her ass into her partner’s crotch. Her hair had fallen out of its messy bun and was draped around her shoulder, partially obscuring her face. She grinned up at me, those mahogany eyes watching me hungrily. The tip of her tongue slid across her top lip, reminding me of a tigress staring at her next meal.
And I felt a hunger for her stir—something I hadn’t contemplated in weeks. I remembered the way she felt in my lap ... the way my cock felt buried so deep inside her. I felt a sudden aching need for Emily’s girlfriend that had been reduced to a dull roar all this time.
I broke eye contact with her before giving that fire any more fuel...
Only to find myself face-to-face with Natalie.
While I’d been distracted by Natashya, she’d switched with Honey, who I noticed was dancing with Jonah and openly making out with him.
Natalie put her fingers on my jaw and guided my gaze back to her. She wore a little smirk as she said, “A girl could take it personally if her partner’s not paying her enough attention.”
“You’re right,” I said. “Let me make it up to you.”
And we danced. Natalie was my sole focus for the next few minutes as we bumped, ground, twirled, and stepped our way back and forth. At some point, she lost her skirt and was left in just her bikini, while my shirt had also become unbuttoned.