Impulse (Sample)

5. Weakened by The Weekend

Coco rose up and tilted her head back as she sat back down on Cole's lap.

She could hear the water lap over the sides of the jacuzzi even over the sounds of Cole's groans.

They had made significant use of the bed and inset jacuzzi this weekend.

She didn't think either one could ever be truly clean again. She pitied the janitorial staff of the Sheraton that would have to clean up the mess they had made over the last 48 hours.

Maybe they should douse the room in holy water for good measure.

The 'Do Not Disturb' sign had hung untouched since Friday night and today was Sunday.

Coco watched as the bubbles that got disturbed by her movements floated away in the air and she felt a tug at her n****e.

Spencer laved away the sting of the bite he had given her and she swiveled her hips back down upon Cole's length, eliciting a soft hiss from his lips.

She swiveled her hips as she worked up and down his erection. He was seated tightly in her and he leaned his head back thinking that he had never been harder for anyone in his life.

She thanked God for the kegel exercises she did daily to keep herself firm.

Coco giggled down at him and started to bounce a little more vigorously on him.

Cole started to thrust up into her from his seated position in the tub and Coco started to stroke Spencer's c**k as he played with her n*****s. He reached between her thighs to play with her p***y as she was f****d by his brother.

Coco moaned out as she felt Spencer's d**k twitch in her capable hands.

She let Cole f**k her from beneath as her core started to clamp down, gripping him tight.

Her legs started to lose grip of the slick tub floor beneath her and the fact that they quaked as the precursor to her orgasm didn't help matters.

"s**t!" she cried as she spasmed around Cole's length, milking him. He slowed his thrusts but continued to slide up and down between her thighs.

She shook throughout her orgasm. She had honestly lost track of the times she had come by these two men's hands that weekend. And how many times they had cried out her name as they came as well.

Coco cupped Cole's head and slid her tongue briefly into his mouth. He reached his head for more and she stayed just out of his reach.

"Don't come yet." she whispered breathily and he looked at her inquiringly.

"I've always wanted to have two men come on me at the same time."

With that she gave a hard tug at Spencer's c**k and it jumped in her hand. It was his silent reaction to her words and actions.

Cole lifted her up off his lap and placed her gently on the step he had been sitting on.

Coco spread her arms on the back of the jacuzzi, inviting both of the men in towards her with a look.

The men stood on either side of her looking down as her breasts swayed with her light movements in the water.

"Where would you like us to come, Gorgeous?" asked Spencer lustily.

Coco smiled but didn't speak. Her facial expressions were all she needed to get a point across. Plus-she was a woman of action and showed them by running her hands up and down her breasts and up her neck to her mouth.

"Fuck." Cole said and started to palm his erection, ripping off his condom and tossing it towards the garbage bin in the corner of the room.

Coco leaned back and made a show of her hands slipping down between her breasts. One kept going south as the other massaged her heaving chest.

She watched as they both stroked themselves slowly at first, almost shyly.

She arched her back as one finger reached her sensitive c**t and started to rub slowly around it.

She moaned, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When they fluttered back open a second later, she took in the sight before her.

The two men were jerking themselves off, every once in a while shifting their weight and edging closer to her body.

Just watching them was erotic and she found herself close to coming undone by her own fingers, something that usually didn't happen unless there were toys involved.

She stuck a finger inside herself and rubbed at her g-spot. It was a place she was well acquainted with and she knew the exact placement and motion to get her hurtling towards her end.

She moaned loudly and the tiles in the walls sent the echoes of her own arousal back at her, spurning all three of them on.

Coco squirmed and panted as she continued to finger herself, the waves from her arms movements becoming more like white water rapids.

"f**k yes!" she cried out as she watched the men watch her. Their arousal fed off each other and a wave of heat flashed over Coco's body as she came around her fingers.

"Mmmm, I'm coming." She could barely get the words out of her mouth as her body jerked and shook with the force of her orgasm.

Just as she was coming down from her high, she splayed herself across the back of the jacuzzi, making the perfect canvas for Spencer and Cole to paint.

"s**t f**k!" Spencer's c**k shot out ropes of come across Coco's breasts and all the way up to her mouth. Cole followed quickly behind him with his own curses. He was tempted for a moment to thrust his d**k in Coco's open mouth.

They both watched as she licked her lips, breasts heaving as she smiled lazily up at them.

"I believe I need to wash myself clean after that performance." She closed her eyes and relaxed her body. "But after that-I want to get dirty again."

Coco stood up from the jacuzzi letting the water stream down the lower half of her body. She made her way out of the jacuzzi without drying off, leaving a slippery path to the large walk in shower.

Before opening up the shower door, Coco turned around and looked at the twins.

"Are you coming or not?"

******

Constance had shed Coco like a snakeskin about an hour after coming home from the Sheraton.

Shedding her clothing and washing away the experience in the shower always did that to her. She was now just Constance.

It was as if the weekend's events had been encapsulated and put aside.

She sat in front of the living room television watching Investigation Discovery and shaking her head at the stupidity of some people. She was in awe though how some of the investigators had been able to crack some of the cases.

She clicked off the TV and took her Macbook out of her oversized bag. She turned on the machine and waited for it to boot up as she took a long sip of wine from the glass she had perched on the side table next to the couch.

She perused the next day's schedule. Meetings at 10 and 2 that she would have to sit in. Yawn-worthy they were sure to be and she sighed.

This job was more of the same old same old and she wondered why she had stayed this long at this particular temp job.

She was already pushing her limit. Her intolerance for staying at one place for too long was easily conquered when she had signed up with the temp agency a few years ago.

She thought it was time to call up Betty at the Agency and have her replaced at Kintech. Constance was itching to find a new place, a new tempo- a new beat to dance to.

Something that would keep her professional persona occupied with the new atmosphere and people that she would inevitably meet. Her feet itched to get moving and she decided that she would leave early for work the next day to give her two weeks notice.

Constance knew it was not necessary for her to give her notice since she was only a temp, but she always felt it left a better impression with both the employer and the agency when she was courteous enough to give the employer the heads up.

Not doing do often left a bitter taste in her own mouth as well. You never knew when you might get rotated back into a job at a previous employer.

It had not happened to her yet, but there was always the possibility.

Settling in to pen her resignation letter, Constance caught her own reflection in the Macbook's monitor.

Her dirty blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her glasses lay slightly askew on her nose.

She wore them all the time though it was actually unnecessary for her to do so.

She had nearly perfect 20/20 vision. It was simply an affectation to wear the cheap Foster Grants on her person when she was under the guise of Constance.

Besides the Constance most knew had died long ago.

She had died when her parents had turned a blind eye to her abuse. She had died when the social workers from Child Protective Services had come and torn her away from the only life she had ever known, as f****d up as it was. She had died each time she was bounced from one foster home to the next.

She had died when the State had finally thrown up its hands at her at the ripe old age of 18 and let the chips fall where they may.

If Constance had been a cat, she would have run out of lives long ago.

It was the reason why she picked up the broken pieces of her shattered life years ago and made her way to the west coast. She had found a reputable non-profit organization that was based on Treasure Island in San Francisco that helped further the education of homeless teens and adults so they could 'be productive members of society'.

She didn't care what their tagline was. She needed a fresh start and she took to her secretarial courses like a fish to water.

It was at that time in her life when she found out that s*x didn't have to come with strings or pain.

She became involved with someone she shouldn't have become involved with.

Her teacher.

Granted, Constance didn't know the man was married at the time and she was lonely, having no friends and only her coursework to keep her occupied, but she felt she should have known better.

The day his wife decided to surprise him for lunch at work was an eye opening experience. Constance had hardened her heart from that day forward.

All his comforting words and gestures meant nothing. She had merely an ends to a mean.

She re-doubled her efforts in her work and ignored the teacher and her fellow students from there on out and graduated top of her class.

Although she ever bothered making it to the commencement ceremony. She preferred staying in the background.

Her only other source of comfort during this time of change was the tattered blue composition book she wrote in.

It was mostly full of letters she wrote to family and friends back home that were never sent.

But getting the words from her head to paper was cathartic and she kept the book with her everywhere she went like a security blanket.

The book became her reason for moving forward.

Though it also served as a reminder to herself.

Don't trust anyone.

And she didn't plan on changing that any time soon.

That silly sentimental movie with Robin Williams as the Englsh teacher? Mostly bullshit. But-

Carpe Diem. Seize the day.

So she did.

At the age of 20 she landed her first full time secretarial position. Just like with her schooling, she seized the day-or more precisely, seized the d**k.

She ended up sleeping with her boss and getting caught by another one of the secretarial pool. No bigs. She could easily get a new job.

After all-one call or email to her boss' wife was all it took for him to write a resounding recommendation letter for her next employer to read.

Of course Constance then found herself caught on a f****d up merry-go-round of s**t relationships with co-workers. Usually ones with higher level or management co-workers. She never stayed at one job for very long.

Either she would get caught or it got awkward.

So instead of the s****l downward spiral she had crafted for herself, she decided to make a change.

And Coco emerged.

She decided to toe the line while at work and use all her pent up hurt and aggression outside the job by pursuing a neverending torrent of one night stands.

One night. That was all anyone ever got.

That way she couldn't get hurt again.

It was both her shield and the anchor.

It left her invulnerable to deeper feelings and kept her feet firmly planted an entire continent away from everything and everyone she blamed for the situation she was in.

Let the east coast have its New York pizza and the Appalachian mountains and the hurried sense of having to be somewhere immediately. She would take the west coast's pokier pace anyday.

Some people saw California as surf and sun. Constance thought of it as a place where she can dip her toes in the foamy beaches letting the undertow pull her only slightly in until she was ready to trudge back across the scorching beach back to reality.

Bringing herself out of her little pity party, Constance tapped her fingers on the her leg before opening up her Macbook's Word document application to finally pen the letter that would close one door and open another.

Dear Sir,

Please accept this letter as.....

She paused.

Constance had penned so many resignation letters before, she should be able to write them in her sleep.

Why the hell was this one so hard to complete?

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