Chapter 163

"I'll need a few things." Quickly she packed some clothes for the next day and the bathroom kit all women seem to need. She put on some shoes and a coat over her pajamas.

"Ready." She announced. Half an hour later we were in the elevator at the Bel-Age. In the elevator we kissed again. We walked down the hallway to my room holding hands.

In the room she asked me to undress her. I removed the long coat from her, showing me again the silky pajamas and her pointing nipples. I embraced her and we kissed again. I wanted to go slowly. I wanted Marge to enjoy this.

"Nick, stop. I've changed my mind. There's something I want you to understand. When I read the card at a little after twelve this afternoon I got wet. I've been wet ever since. I have fantasized about you being inside me for many hours. Can we do the romantic stuff the second time? I want to feel you inside me!"

"I love when someone tells me what they want. Subtle and I are not friends." I took her pajamas off in record time and we headed for the bed. Along the way I lost my clothes.

Marge pulled the covers back and not too gently put herself in the "come fuck me" position. At that precise moment I remembered that Dale Jacobson had used all my condoms and I had none. I stopped. Marge must have heard my thoughts.

"Nick, I cannot get pregnant. I have no diseases. Please be inside me."

I had a physical before I went to Nebraska for the funeral. They checked for everything. I was clean too. I resumed my approach. The hanger opened and I landed.

"Ohhhh. Yes! You feel even better than I thought! Oh, Nick!"

It may have been a long time since she had entertained someone in bed but she had not forgotten how. She welcomed me and thrust herself against me as though there were a way to get more of me inside somehow. She was vocal, with praises and moans and squeals at all the right moments. We spoke the missionary prayer of thanksgiving for a while and then she asked me to enter her from behind. It was a blessing and a mistake. It was a blessing because she felt even more incredible from behind, a mistake because I couldn't hold back any longer. I held her hips and pounded deep within her as I bellowed.

Marge held still as I shrank and then she twisted around and took my cock in her mouth. She was gentle and cleaned me while looking up at my face. Her eyes were still filled with lust and satisfaction.

She motioned me onto my back and she molded herself alongside me. We kissed and held and talked for a while.

I woke up in the middle of the night and the lights were out, the sheet pulled up covering us, and Marge was spooned against me. I got up and headed for the bathroom.

"Hurry back." I heard her say.

I did.

At nine the next morning Marge called in to say she needed a personal day off. After the phone call she came back to bed and we explored each other again, slowly. I discovered she had some very interesting qualities. She loved having her nipples and breasts sucked and nibbled. They were wonderful breasts, quite pale and tipped with areola the size of quarters and nipples that swelled to blueberry sized when they were excited. She loved being nibbled on and played with down below. I loved how she tasted, both by herself and with my taste mixed in.

Eventually we had breakfast. I put shorts on to bring breakfast in. Marge stayed covered in bed until the young delivery guy closed the door on his way out. We ate on the bed.

I asked Marge what she did for the company besides answering the phone. She said was a trained accountant who was doing just a piece of that for the company. She also answered the phones sometimes when the receptionist needed a break. I asked if she knew about investments and stocks and such. She did. In fact she had invested enough from her forty thousand a year job to have a quarter of a mill in her accounts.

Sitting naked in bed in a hotel room I offered her a job as my accountant. I offered her $60K and a bonus. She asked what the bonus was and I said, "Me."

"The job means moving from L.A. to somewhere in the Pacific Northwest and it means traveling. Want the job?"

"Wait! Sue said the one bad thing about you was that you didn't have money. How are you going to pay me if you don't have any money?" "When my Aunt died she left me everything. I now have millions. Almost a hundred millions. Do you need proof before you accept?"

"I think I do. I want to trust you, but quitting my job is big."

I powered up my cell and called my lawyer.

"I'd like you to give MS Marge White an idea about how much money I inherited. Then ask her whatever you need to know to put her on my payroll. Yes, sixty thousand a year." I handed the phone to Marge.

She said hello and listened for over a minute. Then she gave her name, social security number and address. She said the word monthly. She thanked him and hung up.

She started to laugh.

"What?"

"Sue screwed around on you because you were poor! She said she would never do that if you had enough money to support her. She told all the women in the office she could be faithful if you were rich."

I dialed the cell again. "Sue, I'm glad I caught you. This is Nick. Listen, I didn't get a chance to tell you anything about my trip to Aunt Mary's funeral. I inherited her entire estate. It amounted to over a hundred million dollars! You won't get any of it. If my math is good that means you spent eighteen million every time you fucked him in my bed."

"That's a lie!" She screamed. I hung up.

We stayed in the room for hours. We talked, mostly. I made other calls and handled things so I could leave L.A. and Marge made a few calls too.

She used the hotel phone. When she called HR to quit the woman she spoke to was a friend. She told her an abbreviated version of what had happened and how now she had a new job with Nick Enterprises. She asked me for the address of Nick Enterprises and I gave her the lawyers address and phone number. She had them send her final check to her sister.

She called her sister. She told her another abbreviated version of the story and told her that she had quit and was now an employee of Nick Enterprises. Her sister asked something and Marge said, "I'm in his temporary office sitting on his bed nude." From six feet away I heard the scream from her sister.

All my business in L.A. was complete by lunch time. My credit cards were paid off. I was out of the lease on the apartment. My stuff was either with me, given away or in the trash. I called United Air Lines and booked two first-class seats to Seattle on the next available flight. It left at four that afternoon.

"Marge, will your sister take care of your place for a couple months?"

"If I ask her, she would."

"Then please call her and ask. We have tickets for Seattle, leaving at four this afternoon."

Her sister answered and that call lasted for half an hour. Finally, I held out my hand and she handed me the phone. In a stern voice I said, "Marge has been making personal phone calls on company time. She has a plane to catch. She needs to put some clothes on so we can go to the airport. Would it be alright if she calls you tomorrow evening?"

Her sister was laughing as she said that would be fine. I said, "She loves you. Thanks." and I hung up.