Impulse (Sample)

3. Tapping The TapRoom

Coco sat at the far end of the bar where she could see prospective dates come up to her from all corners of the room.

She had her legs crossed making the distressed denim of the skirt ride up high on her thighs.

She was sipping on a Manhattan that a possible date had bought her. The man said his name was John and he was just as boring as his name suggested.

She listened to him chatter on about his work. She had caught something about real estate and now he was talking closing costs and points.

Whatever.

He was pleasant enough to look at but Coco had a feeling her future lay elsewhere.

Or at least this weekend's future. She didn't usually think much further ahead than that.

Coco unobtrusively looked around the bar searching for better company as John prattled on about the hassles of foreclosures.

The bells that signaled a new face had entered the establishment jangled loudly over the music and Coco turned her head towards the sound.

Holy Hell, she thought.

Twins. She had never had twins before. Step-brothers, yeah. Two close friends who didn't mind sharing was an affirmative. But she had never had the pleasure of two twins in her bed yet and the thought intrigued her.

I must have them, she vowed to herself.

Excusing herself to head the lady's room, she took her leave after downing the rest of her drink. She would not be coming back to boring John whose idea of a good time probably included walks on the beach and picnics in the park.

Dull as dishwater the man was.

After leaving the lady's room after freshening up, she headed towards the aging jukebox that was the centerpiece of the establishment.

She bent over to peer into the jukebox to pick a song. At this angle, her skirt rode up almost to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Most of the men seemed to become aware of the sight of the pale flesh that had so recently been hidden underneath the scarce clothing.

Putting in a few quarters, Coco stood there with her hips twitched to one side and waited for "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails to start up.

Thankfully the music was set low-more for background noise so the electronic beat and lyrics were more subliminal than an outright statement.

Coco smiled slowly as the lyrics invaded her brain. It was a perfect song for a conquest such as this. She only turned from the jukebox when she felt a massive presence behind her.

She pivoted on her heels and smiled up at the two identical faces.

"I didn't realized I had drank so much that I was seeing double." she said smirking. She had only drank two cocktails so far and was far from being intoxicated.

The twins smiled back and parted so that Coco could pass between them. She sauntered over to a new spot, further away from John the Realtor.

As she made her way across the bar floor she felt eyes on the back of her head-or ass. No matter.

She climbed nimbly up into an empty high bar booth where her legs would be on display.

As she settled into her spot she saw the twins had followed up until they were 10 feet away. She c****d her head and smiled and they smiled back, following her like the puppy dogs she suspected they were.

They stopped at the edge of the booth and spoke. The twin on the left had a pleasant rumbling voice.

"I'm Cole and this is Spencer my twin." He had a faint British accent, like he had spent most of his time in the states.

"Twins. You don't say." Coco purred sarcastically and rolled her eyes. They better do that as an introduction. Not that she planned on conversing a lot with them-or at all.

But Coco, did hate boring personalities. They made for mediocre s*x and little to no dirty talk between the sheets.

"Yes, twins." the one name Spencer said. "We're actually step brothers but no one believed us so we choose to live the lie of being twins."

Coco smiled, happy at least one of the DoubleMint twins had a sense of humor-or at least a brain cell.

"Is he your wingman then?" she asked of Spencer.

"I could be his." Spencer shrugged. "That all depends on you."

"Hmmm," Coco hummed. "What if neither of you need a wingman?"

Spencer and Cole looked at each other, brows raised. They seemed to be having a silent conversation. After mere seconds, they both took a seat at the booth, Cole gliding into the side with Coco and Spencer across from them.

"What's your name, Gorgeous?" Cole asked.

"Coco." she said with no hesitation.

Second skin.

"You live around here?" Cole asked again and Coco's smile faltered for a moment.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said smoothly back to him. "What about you two? Are you local or are you here for business and-pleasure?"

She eyed their suits. She suspected they were businessmen of some time.

Spencer spoke. "We're from back east. Baltimore actually. We're here for a meeting with a tech company looking to expand. They are interested in some of the hardware we produce that they might interested in utilizing."

The way he said hardware, it was obviously an innuendo and Coco brightened a bit more. These two were going to be fun.

A waiter came over to take their orders and Coco ordered another Manhattan before the server left to fill their orders.

Once the waiter was gone, Cole turned back towards Coco and leaned in towards her face. Coco didn't look at him, letting his warm breath skim over her face and neck as he spoke.

"We have a lovely suite nearby if you cared to join us some time." he spoke. "We're here until Monday and I think you would look stunning with your thighs wrapped around my head."

Coco clenched her thighs subtly so they couldn't see they had an effect on her.

"It's an interesting proposition." she said swirling her hand in the air. "Why don't we have a few more drinks and see where the night takes us?"

She smiled serenely at them both and her eyes gave a promise that words alone couldn't voice.

******

A couple of hours later, just as the last of the sun was tinging the fluffy clouds a lovely shade of pink, Coco left the bar with the two men in tow.

A Lyft pulled up after a few moments and the three entered the back seat of the small gray Prius. It made for a comfy little situation, thighs pressed to each others and a practically purring Coco settling in the middle of the two, grinning slyly.

"Where to?" asked their driver, a young hispanic man of about 25 years.

"The Palo Alto Sheraton please." Spencer said.

Coco had noticed the more they drank, the more their accents came out. It was lovely to listen to.

She couldn't wait for them to talk dirty to her with those delightful accents.

"You know, one of you can sit in the front, if you like. Up to you." said the driver before pulling away.

"We're fine." Cole said curtly and turned back to Coco. He ran his right hand up her thigh and drew patterns on the skin high up on her inner thigh.

As if not one to be undone, Spencer scraped his fingernails across Coco's bare stomach and laid it there, his thumb dangerously close to the bottom of her breast.

They sat like that whispering into Coco's ears and nipping lightly at her ears and neck with an awkward Lyft driver in the front seat, sneaking furtive peaks at them in his rear view mirror.

The Lyft driver left them off at the front of the Sheraton and Coco giggled as she heard his tires squeal as he drove away.

"I think we made the driver uncomfortable boys." she said as she walked blithely toward the front lobby of the Sheraton.

"He'll either have to get off work to take a cold shower or rub one out on the side of the road, more like." Spencer chuckled at Cole's observation.

All three went through the revolving door in the front and made their way to the bank of elevators at the right side of the lobby desk.

Spencer lifted his brows at the man who was behind the lobby desk when he stopped his work to stare at the swing in Coco's hips.

The man caught Spencer's look and hurriedly started shuffling papers and looking down.

Spencer smirked at the man and followed his brother and Coco to the elevators.

Spencer and Cole did indeed have a suite on the top floor of the building.

The room had a view of the garden and a large koi pond. It had 2 large bedrooms and a dining and living area. One of the two bathrooms had a inset jacuzzi that screamed luxury.

Coco went into the living quarters and took her cell phone and wallet out of the pockets of her jean skirt and set it down next to the phone.

She sat down the couch and crossed her legs slowly, letting the skirt ride up to show bare creamy thigh. The two men both unconsciously loosened their ties at the neck and undid their cufflinks. They shed their jackets and put them on the backs of the dining room chairs.

They sat down on either side of Coco and when they went to reach for her, she smoothly evaded their touches and walked slinkily over to the mini bar.

She looked back at the two and grabbed a few mini bottles of booze, some tonic water and a few glasses.

She raised and brow and said, "Mind if I make myself a drink?"

Without waiting, she poured herself a vodka tonic and did likewise for the two men.

Bringing over the drinks, she overtly leaned far over, letting her crop top hang low, giving the two men a peek of her cleavage.

She perched on the arm of the sofa with ice clinking in her drink looking amused at the two men.

She lifted a well-manicured brow and took a sip.

"Well, boys." she said with a purr. "Where shall we begin?"