Making More Money

You wake up with a lot to think about. The crisp hundred dollar bill that Liza gave you lies on top of your nightstand, right under the fifty that your daughter Renna added as a tip. You're still a bit sore from all the punishment Liza gave you before Renna got too turned on to remain an observer. A lot of the night after the nipple twisting and spankings are just a sweaty, messy, flesh-colored blur that involved a whole lot of your face buried in Liza's sex while your daughter sat on her face. The two younger women remained passed out, naked in each others arms. If you didn't know what malicious little perverts they were it would've almost looked sweet. But of course you don't really have time to waste on that kind of sentimental drivel, you need to get up for work. The thought of going to work, of getting a paycheck, and getting more of that wonderful wealth already had your pussy warming up. You rubbed yourself to orgasm twice in the shower just because thinking of your paycheck made you uncontrollably horny. Afterwards you touched up your makeup and halfway through getting dressed, you were tempted to wake up Liza. That bitch still had some sapphic red on her lips and probably would be more than happy to get you off again before you left for work.

As you stand there looking at the girls' naked bodies and reached over to wake them up, you begin to realize that work could be a problem. It may be hard to keep your hands out of your pants while thinking about all the money you'll be making researching and creating new products. And the more money your ideas could make, the hornier you'll get, and the more you'll need to masturbate. Which would slow you down. You needed something to deal with your lust if you were going to accomplish anything at a decent pace. For a moment you thought about touching up Liza's lipstick and dragging her to work with you but after a moment's thought, you decide against it. No, having her and Renna out selling the shit, building a brand, and creating demand was more important. In fact a little smirk forms on your lips as your think of a way to make them a little bit more dedicated to making you and The Company rich. Barely loud enough for yourself to hear you whisper at them, "let's be honest, red just isn't your color." The two were sleeping too deeply to notice as you wiped off their current lipstick and replaced it with golden glory. After that, a quick slap to the side of each of their faces woke them up as you woke your pawns up to help you with your plan. "Time to get up and dressed whores, I need help."