The Millinoaire Twins

 I didn’t even look up when the bartender came over to take my order.                 “What will it be sweetheart?”.                 “Woodford neat” I mumbled as I sat staring at the bar top. My head in my hands.  Very quickly a class was slid in front of me. Before I could  wrap my hand around it, tears had already begun to fall inside. I  brought the glass to my lips as the faint taste of salty tears , one gulp then two. It burned going down, but it was a good burn, and it distracted me for a moment.                 “Another one?” I heard the voice ask. I simply shook my head yes and like magic another one appeared.  I held this one in my hand for a minute, I played with a bit. Titled the class and watched the legs slowly slide down the side of the glass. Then with one swallow it was gone.  Before I could ask for another one it appeared.                 “You’re a mind reader” I mumbled.                 “Sure” I heard with a slight laugh.                 “Now tell me, because sometimes my mind reading is a bit spotty, why is a pretty girl like you crying in a bar, in the most amazing town in the world.”                 I finally looked up and saw piercing blue eyes curiously staring at me. I was taken off guard by his perfect jet black hair, a strain laying playfully across his forehead. His arms were crossed and they seemed to be testing the strength of his sleeves as they bulged out. I could see a faded logo in the coroner saying “Peacocks.” His eyebrow lifted as he waited for me to answer.                 “Uhh well” I looked back down at my glass and then I started laughing.                 “I’m sorry, I said,  “It’s just I use to be a bartender, years ago and I remember all the weird stories I would hear, and now I’m one of those stories.” I looked up and saw that those eyes never left me. I playfully put my  head in my hand and smiled.                 “I get off in twenty minutes” he said, glancing at his watch.                 “I’d love to hear your story if your willing to wait.” I looked into those eyes and all the hurt I was feeling seemed to melt. Maybe it was his eyes or maybe it was the Whiskey, but I felt warm inside. I’d wait a lifetime, I thought. Then I shook my head. Don’t be that girl I wanted to tell myself. Don’t be desperate.                 “I’ll make it easy for you”, he said. My head shot up, he pointed to a small booth in the coroner.                 “Go ahead and keep that booth warm for us, I want to hear that story.” I simply nodded and grabbed my purse and  headed over to booth. If felt good to rest my back against the cool leather. A cocktail server came over without a word and dropped at water off and scurried off. I smiled and looked up to the bar where he simply winked at me. He was right I needed this. The water felt amazing going down and a few minutes later a plate of hot cheeses sticks was dropped at the table with the same silence as my water. I didn’t realize how hungry I had been, until I bit in to the first one. I looked over to bar to say thank you, but he was gone. I looked around the small bar but as a panic set in, from not being able to find him, I felt him slide into the booth next to me.                 “So that story”. He said leaning back, a glass of whiskey now in his hand. He saw me looking at it wanting, and shook his finger.                 “Maybe after to tell me your story, I don’t want you getting too sloppy.” With that he slipped from the glass never losing my gaze.                 “Buckle up buttercup, this ride is going to get bumpy.” “It started about a month ago. My boyfriend and I, ….. “Boyfriend ? “ He questioned “Ex boyfriend now “ I stated. It seemed an important fact to state. “I’ll get there , I promise.” He took another sip of Whiskey. “My than boyfriend and I had been together for five years. Well things were getting boring, we were starting to get on each other nerves, things were just unraveling. But slowly in an almost unnoticeable way. The kisses slowly stop coming.  Little things start to irritate you. They do things like drink the last cup of coffee, let the milk expire, start leaving their clothes everywhere. Well I wanted to  get out of this rut, I wanted include some more excitement, bring life back into this relationship I had spend to much time into. So we decided to take a trip. We came here to the wonderful city of New Orleans and well it was what we needed. But it still didn’t seem like enough. I needed to do something else. Something that would be like an atom bomb to our relationship. I wanted us to have a threesome. “ I watched his eyes get big. Now I had his attention. “Can I get that drink now please? I’m going to need it to finish this story.” I watched him looked down and there, like magic a drink had appeared. “It’s like I’m a Disney princess and these drinks are my pet birds. They just keep coming around when I need them.” I heard him laugh, a deep belly laugh. I looked down and found his leg on my knee.  When had we scooted so close to each other?? Why did I feel pulled to him. I took a more modest sip and then continued my story. “So I set up this threesome. I’m thinking this is going to be a whole new chapter for us, this is it. Well she came to the room, a girl I had connected with on the internet a few weeks before. She was young and blond she had blue eyes. I wanted her to be the opposite of me. We had a couple of drinks in the room. He asked if their were any rules …” “rules? “ he asked. He was leaning  on his arm. I wanted to get lost in those eyes right now, why did his lips seem so kissable. I felt myself leaning forward and I stopped myself. “Ya like rules of engagement I guess. I told him there were no rules, I guess I hadn’t really researched the whole threesome thing. Just thought it would play out like ….” “Like you’ve seen in porn?” He asked with a smile. “Well I guess,” I said laughing. Here I was embarrassing myself and I still felt so comfortable. Like we had known each other for years. I took another sip of whiskey and pushed through the rest of my story. “So  he starts to kiss her, and well I’m watching it’s a little hot and then they  keep going. I watch has they lean back onto the bed,  he slowly reaches into her mini skirt and pulls her panties off. I can see his hands reach in between her legs and I hear her moan as he starts to massage her. Soon the skirt is off, Her shirt swooshes off only interrupting their kissing for a mere second. They are working in sync as her hand works quickly to unbutton his pants. Like and dance  , a waltz if you will. Their naked in minutes and I’m watching. A fly on the wall, I can feel myself getting aroused. I reach down with out realizing it. I’m drawing slow circles around my clit, I feel myself getting wet. Then I hear it, the sharp intake of breath as he enters her. I can hear his groan. That’s when I realize….i’ve been uninvited to my own threesome.”  I looked over at him and his jaw had dropped opened. “You’ve got a knack for story telling, I’ll give you that.”  The hand on my leg was gone and part of me missed it. He took a good long drink and signaled for another round for us. He let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through  his hair.  I glanced down and could see the bulge in his pants. I smirked. I guess I did have knack. As the Drink landed on the table,  I picked up where I left off. “So realizing I was no longer needed, I packed my bag. I left.” “You just left? ?? They didn’t even notice??” “Well while I walking out I took one last look at the couple. She was sitting squarely on his face. I could hear as he was lapping her up. She would stop and moan and then put him back in her mouth for a few  bobs, before she would have to stop to moan again.” I had him, I had his attention now. I looked forward over the crowd of the bar as a I took another sip. “They didn’t even hear the door close” I said coolly. I looked over at him and he was close to drooling. He quickly snapped out it and shook his head. “Well you win for tonight that’s sure”. “Tonight?” I questioned. “ I wanted to be the heavy weight champion with this story.” He laughed and then looked at me, placing his arm on my leg again. “Maybe “ he said. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad in that moment. He maybe wanted me to? The bulge was slowly disappearing into his jeans. “So when do you leave?” I dreaded that question. But maybe , maybe this was going to lead to something else. “Tomorrow, my plane leaves at noon. I’ve already checked in my bags.” I sighed “ It’s going to be fun sitting next to him for five hours on the way home. “Yeah” he said taking another sip of his drink.   “Come with me tonight” he offered  “ Let me show you a good time before you leave. “ I smiled. Who was this guy, what was his name even?  More importantly how often did he do this. How many heartbroken girls  are this young mans midnight snack. “I don’t even know your name, “ I said “Is that a no?” he asked playfully. “Not at all” I said with as much playfulness as I could muster. “My name is Mark, and you are?” “Charlotte, but I’m more of a Charlie “ “I see” he said, with that I watched him look me up and down. I felt as if he was breathing me. Then he quickly turned and swallowed the rest of his drink. “Lets go….Charlie “ he said as he slid out of the booth. “Don’t we have to pay?” I asked trying to keep up with him while looking back at the now empty booth. “No, love, you’ve done enough paying for one night” and with that he grabbed my hand and lead me through the crowd,  into the warm awaiting night.                   It was hard to keep up with him. I hadn’t realized until now exactly how tall he was until I was trying to keep up with his long legs. He finally stopped. I swung around his side and saw he stopped in front of a motorcycle. A Harley, the kind you see in the movies, with chrome pipes and the leather bags on the side.  Before I could even intake what was happening he  had slid on and was handing me a helmet.  Without question I put it on and heard a click. I got on the bike behind him just in time to hear the loud roar of the bike being turned on. I was surprised at how large the seat was.  That didn’t stop me though, I scooted in as close as I could to him. Then we were off. I felt my hair whip around my face and on the back of my neck. The little bits of pain were nothing, compared to the complete and utter thrill  of riding through the night. The lights were all a blur and but a beautiful blur. The greens and blues and purples all meshed into one amazing collage. The smells were amazing. The smell of southern cooking, the spices and flavors dancing up in the air, slowly dancing down to tickly your nose. We took a turn and I squeezed him a little tighter. He lightly stroked my arm letting me know, we were good.                 Who was I and where was I going? I can tell you now I don’t know and I don’t care! We finally pulled up to an apartment building made with bricks, that were old rustic and beautiful. He didn’t hesitate to grab my hand as he led me upstairs. Four flights of stairs, and we finally reached ou destination. He opened the door and followed him in, exhilarated and breathless. There wasn’t much to notice in the apartment. Clean and man style. As I caught my breath he moved from in front of me and I was able to finally see the view.  Just as quickly has I had caught my breath it was gone. The whole fourth wall of his apartment was nothing but one large window. I could the life of the city dancing before me in the night. “Amazing view isn’t it?” I could only shake my head yes. “I couldn’t image living anywhere else” he said as he handed me a drink. We both stared out of the window.” “ Would you like to go on the patio? “ He didn’t wait for my response as he walked out to patio, I followed never letting the view out of my sight. We sat in silence for a minute and then he finally broke the silence.                 “So you said you were a bartender, what do you do now?”                 I turned to answer him, but found myself swimming in his eyes. Shaking my head I brought myself back. “Uhh um well I own a small accounting business.” “Sounds thrilling” he said with smile. I laughed looking down into my drink. “Well you know what they say about accountants?” “I don’t” he said with a lifted eyebrow. I bit my lip, how much longer could I take this. “They like to get fiscal” I said with a smile. He laughed, harder then I thought he would but he did and I was relieved. “Your one funny girl Charlie brown”. I rolled my eyes. “I take it no one ever called you that.” “Never” I wanted to take in the stars and the sights one more time, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. That smile,  that laugh, those eyes. He interrupted my thoughts by getting up and reaching his hand toward me and as I accepted I felt him lift me up pulling me close to him. I turned my head and felt his warm tongue explore my mouth. I let out a moan as I felt his arm slowly reach around my waist. He moved from my mouth down to my neck. The nibbling and sucking was exciting me. I moved closer to him feeling him grown against my leg. “Lets go inside he whispered” I only nodded . With one swoop his arm was behind my knee caps and he was carrying me into the apartment.  I felt myself being lowered to the bed. His weight on top of me made my back curl up so my body curl up towards him. I wanted him and he knew it. My fingers worked his zipper down our lips never parting from each other. I got is has low as I could reach before he pulled away from me. Letting his jeans fall to the floor he pulled his shirt off with one smooth movement.  I quickly sat up and removed my shirt just in time to feel his skin touching mine. Smooth and warm. I didn’t even realize my pants were off until I felt his fingers pressing against my clit from outside my panties. I moaned as he moved his mouth down to my breast. His tongue circled my n*****s while his fingers played with my other one. My hips were moving in small circles trying the keep up. I felt his mouth lower down my stomach and over to my thigh. My breathing kept getting heavier and heavier as I felt him slowly bite me. He slowly moved over making me wait, making me drip with anticipation. Finally, just when I thought I would explode I felt his tongue explore me. I could feel his tongue’s rhythm against me.  The tension was rising, before I could catch my breath I was comming. I felt him grip my legs and hold me in place as I tried to squirm from the  mounting pleasure.  He held his position and I felt the pressure mounting again. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as he made me c*m once again. I looked down at him between my legs, slowly crawl up to me. He kissed me deep and hard and I could taste myself on him. I could feel him slide into me and he had stopped for a minute, over come with pleasure.                 “f**k, you feel so good” he moaned as he picked up speed. It didn’t take him long to find my spot. Before I could grasp what was happening, I was climbing the mountain again. How was I so close so quickly? I didn’t have time to think before the explosion over came me.                 “Ohhhh  gooooood” I felt Mark bite my shoulder. As soon as it was over, another one wasn’t far behind. Before I could catch my breath I found myself on top of him. It took me a minute to take his size inside of me, but as soon as I did we found our rhythm quickly. I was getting pleasured from inside then from outside has my clit rubbed against him. I came two maybe three times, it was almost exhausting. The soreness was setting in a bit but the pleasure took over.  I finally took over the speed, not letting him slow down. I could see the pleasure take over him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I felt him explode inside of me. I slipped off of him and rolled over. I  laid down next to him, as we caught our breath.                 We locked eyes and started laughing.                 “Thank you I needed that.” I said leaning over to kiss his forehead.                 “Anytime Charlie brown” he smiled back running his hand through my hair. I sat up and swung my legs over the bed.                 “Bathroom this way?”                 “yeah” he managed to get out. As I walked out of the bathroom with the sheet covering me, I was stopped by sun climbing over the sleepy city. The pink and purple skies kissing the city that was once so alive, now asleep. “Amazing isn’t it. “ I heard Mark say from behind me. It is, and I felt him kiss my shoulder. My hand went to meet his face. I could feel his scruff against the palm of my hand.                 “I better get dressed, I need to get to the airport.”                 “MmmmHmmmm” he mumbled as he slowly moved from shoulder to the side of my neck.                 “Feel free to take a shower”  he said to my neck. I met his lips for a long kiss,  one that was maybe too long. I wanted to drink him up, drink up this place. Never leave. He finally pulled away and walking towards the shower told me over his shoulder “I’ll warm it up for you.”