21 - A Couple Rolls of Quarters and A Sock

“We’re supposed to be back this afternoon,” Barbara whispered across Owen’s sleeping body to Brandy. They were both naked and had smaller girls spooning their asses. Roxxi’s drool ran down Brandy’s shoulder blade.

“What’s it matter?” Barbara said. “Jacob’s in on this now. Mom and Dad spend half the year in Florida. We hang out with Jewel and Paul. She’s here and Paul’s gonna come for her.”

“Eugh,” Brandy said. Then she shushed her sister terribly.

“It’s OK, girls, I’m awake.” Owen smiled.

“Oh, sorry,” Barbara apologized reflexively. “I’d suck your dick hello, but I’d rather do it in the shower. This whole room reeks of pussy and you’re covered in it.”

He laughed madly. “Of all the troubles to have, eh?”

“What?” Roxxi asked, lifting her head.

“Can I go back to bed?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t have a shift today.”

“Of course you can,” Owen said. “If you’ll get your hip off my wrist.”

“Oh fuck!” Elizabeth was awake and up in a heartbeat. She looked down and saw Owen’s healthy hand. He waved his cast from over Barbara’s shoulder. “Oh? Fuck.”

“Thanks for caring,” Owen said. “What about you Roxxi?”

“I’d rather get up,” she said. “The twins can suck your dick in the shower.”

“Yes. They can.” Owen agreed.

Elizabeth fell back into the empty bed. She breathed in and scrunched up her face. She climbed back to her feet and started dragging all of the sheets, pillowcases, comforters, and blankets into a laundry basket.

Janice ran her fingers through Tamara’s hair. Jewel was curled up at the foot of her bed like a puppy. Darlene was clattering around in the shower. Life was good.

“When does Owen go back to work?” Tamara asked.

“He took leave for medical and bereavement. It was supposed last until Friday. I figured he’d be back on Monday,” Janice said. “But then the coins are superpowered and worth millions. Why would he ever go back?”

“He’s not going to sell the coins,” Tamara frowned. “Women are expensive. What if he starts knocking us up?” Tamara blushed. “Us, not including you.”

“Yeah, no need for flipper babies,” Janice laughed. “Just because he’s not going to get that money in a sale, doesn’t mean he’s not going to get that money, right?”

“What do you mean?” Jewel asked.

“He buys the buyer,” Janice said. “Easy, peazy, lemon squeezy.”

“He’s going to buy a man’s body?” Tamara’s lips cocked in disgust.

“Yeah, and I don’t think that thought’s going to cross Owen’s mind.” Janice laughed and clapped Tamara several times on the cheek. She sighed and got up. “Though, it’s gonna cross my mind for the rest of the day.”

“I dated a boy in high school...” Tamara frowned.

“Yeah, Owen.” Janice snorted.

“He came back for you?” Jewel twisted her face in disgust.

“Fuck off,” Tamara jabbed a finger toward Jewel’s face. “No, I meant before Owen. Devon was’bi’.” Tamara overemphasized the air-quotes. “It’s not like girls getting attention. He was just gay.”

“He was also a teenager, in high school.” Janice rolled her eyes. “And you dated Owen when he was 16? That means this kid was even younger, more confused, and uncertain. Besides, I’ve licked your asshole while you were getting fingered by Jewel.”

“When we do it, it’s for the guy,” Tamara countered.

“I do it for the orgasms,” Janice rolled her eyes. “Leave me alone in the shower. You sluts don’t have to work and I don’t want your company. Don’t get blood all over my bedroom.”

“My period doesn’t start for a week...” Tamara said, as Janice slammed the bathroom door behind her.

“She meant ‘don’t murder me’. You spiteful bitch,” Jewel said, getting to her feet.

“She said don’t get blood everywhere. I can still fucking smother you.”

Twins were great! The green hair for Brandy ... Barbara rather. The green hair that set the unmarried twin apart was kinda like icing on the slutty cake. Better than tattoos anyway. Though, Jewel had a cute one on her ankle. Zera wore hers well and--

Owen moaned madly as Barbara ducked under her sister to begin working his balls as Brandy sloppily gobbled his shaft. He twirled his fingers madly around in their hair. The hot spray of the shower was getting rid of that smell of pussy they had complained about.

“Fucking--Yes!” Owen growled out. He was celebrating. He hoped he’d have more to celebrate tonight. He just didn’t know how to get Maxim to take his coin. Whatever happened, he’d always have the girls to party with.

“Inheritance is the only way.” Is that was Grandpa had said? Shit. The twins pulled Owen’s planning session straight out of his brain. Be. In. The. Moment.

Two beautiful twins eagerly sucked and licked and fondled his cock and balls. Their dark eyes looked up at him. Their bangs were plastered to their foreheads. Their mouths were rapid and hot. He knocked his fist into the wall. He barked out.

There was no holding on, holding back. This blowjob was an incidental. Something more than he needed. He didn’t have to think about their feelings, or try to return the favor, or seduce them. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling light.

Hey, have meaningless, limitless, heartless blowjobs. You know you want them!

He did. He couldn’t deny what he was feeling. Sex is awesome. Just the triggers, the touch, the tension. His life was better. His women made his life better.

He kicked away guilt and dunked his head into the shower. He tightened his fingers in their hair and bellowed as he spasmed and came. Barbara, she was on the cock now, pressed the tip of his cock into the bulge of her cheek as he dumped his cum over her molars. She moaned, theatrically. In the moment, that was perfect.

“Stiffen your arm and help me up,” Brandy was saying. He closed his hand tightly on hers and pulled her up to her feet. She touched his cheek and kissed him.

Barbara climbed up to her feet on her own. Barbara didn’t radiate the same excitement for her position. He broke his kiss with Brandy and gestured for Barbara to take his elbow.

“You still gotta wash off,” she said, as he held his cast outside the curtain. “You want me to do your hair?”

“That would be great.”

“Excellent!” Brandy cheered joyously. “That gives me your muscles!”

Owen smirked. Today was worth celebrating. He just had to keep that up all day.

Giselle sat at a small table in the hotel restaurant. She watched the door and sipped her coffee. Maxim appeared to be late, which was like him. Giselle knew well that her boss had arrived earlier, taken a lay of the land, and knew where he’d make an entrance. And when. When it would unbalance Owen. The man who owned her body.

Her ambition. Her loyalty. Her love. Her respect. Her secrets. There were so many things of Giselle that weren’t her body. He was in for the worst.

“You.” Kirk Marcusson arrived. Giselle gestured to the chair across from her. “You can fuck off. Where’s your boss? Where’s the seller?”

“Je ne sais pas,” Giselle answered. “Maxim will arrive shortly after Owen. I’m sure.”

“I’m sure.” Kirk mimicked her French accent back at Giselle. “I hope this is finished today.”

“Finished for yourself,” Giselle said. “Can I call over the waitress? Would you like a coffee?”

“You can fuck off,” Kirk said again.

Hm ... Giselle considered. The daughter had been there after her tryst with the fiancee and Owen in the pawn shop. “You may wish to appear professional when Maxim arrives.”

“You may wish to fuck off.”

“Bien sûr, “ Giselle said. “Fille! Uh, ‘allo!“

The waitress came over. Giselle ordered Kirk a drink. It didn’t change the look on his face but he accepted it nonetheless.

Tamara brushed something off of Owen’s shoulder. He had been looking in the mirror. There had been nothing there. She fussed his tie straighter on his neck.

“You clean up nice,” she said, with a smile.

“Thanks,” he nodded. “Does this suit say ‘Future millionaire’?”

He asked. He turned. The twins and Elizabeth watched from his couch. Darlene busied herself with a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter. Jewel stood in front of the bookshelf flipping through random novels.

“Um ... It says ‘court appointed attorney’,” Brandy said, with a smile. Elizabeth looked shocked at the girl.