Bathtubs Are A Fun Way To Relax

May 24, the next day. One of the Najbreit estates in Los Angeles.

“You’re here on doctor’s orders?”

Claire leans against her front door, arms folded. I take off my helmet, slinging a leg over the side of my motorcycle, and give her a guilty smile.

“She told me that warm baths would be good for the recovery,” I say. “I don’t happen to have a bath back at my apartment, and I couldn’t help but notice that yours the last time I came round…”

“Come on in,” Claire laughs, opening up the door for me. “I'll get the staff to draw up a bath for you.”

I let out a low groan of relief as I slip into the warm bath. It’s faintly scented of lavender and sage, the heat of the water a soothing balm as I start to relax, letting my arms and legs gently float up. My body sinks deep down into the marble depths of the bath, gentle waves lapping against the side of my face. I gaze up at swooping dark curves of the ceiling. Something about its design calms me down further, until I’m drifting away in a blissful almost-sleep, languishing in the warmth of the water.

I almost don’t hear the door opening and closing.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist taking a peek,” I say, watching as Claire, in a cute red dress, steps into my field of view.

“I’m only returning the favour,” she says, leaning over the bathtub rim to give me a generous look down her dress.

It would appear that she’s not wearing anything underneath it.

“I hear you spent plenty of hours in the hospital room watching me,” I say. “You didn’t get enough then?”

“I got none of this,” she says.

She dips her hand into the water and fondles my cock, playing with the limp thing with fascination, gently pulling it, letting the swirl of the water do as much work as her hands. Blood begins rushing downwards instantly, my cock stiffening in her hands, and she starts jerking me off properly, her hands feeling curiously slippery against my cock.

“I was surprised that you came onto me last time. I was just teasing you. I thought you were into Tiffany,” she says as she continues to slowly jack me off.

“Who says that I’m not?” I reply.

“What a naughty man you are, chasing two girls from the same family. Most wouldn’t be so brazen as you.”

“Who said it was only two?”

The German-Korean beauty’s hand pauses by the base of my cock for a second as she eyes me curiously.

“You want Mandy, too?”

“Erin.”

“You do know that she’s no longer—”

“I’ve been looking into her case,” I say. “I think there’s more to her story than the media is letting on.”

“What do you mean?”

“She didn’t do anything wrong, did she? Those accusations about her sleeping with students, they don’t hold up,” I say. “She must have told you guys that, you must have the evidence. So why is she out of the family now?”

“You don’t want to get into this,” Claire says, shaking her head. “You’ve seen what my Father’s willing to do, what he’s making Tiffany do. I can’t talk about this.”

“You left your phone outside the bathroom,” I note.

She frowns.

“Tiffany’s told you about the monitoring?”

“I think this story involves Markus Najbreit,” I say, ignoring her question.

She freezes then, looking into my eyes.

Does she see it?

“Please, if you want this to continue,” Claire says, gripping my cock tightly. “Don’t bring that up.”

“Tell me just one thing, then,” I say, and I see Claire’s eyes widening as she prepares for the worst. “Do you think that Erin deserved the treatment she got?”

Her expression softens by magnitudes.

“No,” she says quietly. “Definitely not.”

I sit up, water cascading off my body, and I kiss her on the mouth, our lips meeting in electric **** again.

“We’ll talk about this some other day,” I say as our lips part.

She kisses me again, and then her hand slips away from my cock, leaving water as the only warmth around it.

“Perhaps we will,” she says.

She backs away from me, drying her arms off on a towel.

“You’re leaving?” I ask.

“The staff are probably already suspicious. They report to Father,” she says. “But we’ll continue this some other day. We can talk about how we’re going to raise that two billion once you’re done bathing. I don’t want Tiffany to have to…”

“Trust me, neither do I,” I say.

Claire nods and walks away, the door softly shutting behind her. I sink back into my bath, reflecting on what just happened.