*Mature Content*

Benson

I'm having one hell of a morning. I got in late last night, got my dick wet with the flavor of the week, and now she won't leave. She's in my kitchen making breakfast. I look at the time. I could be a total asshole and escort her tight ass to the door so that I can make my 9:00 meeting or do the decent thing and have breakfast with her. I sigh, run my fingers through my hair, push back my appointment, and eat breakfast. The girl gives a good head, and I might want to tap that ass again.

After moving the meeting back by half an hour, eating a somewhat decent breakfast, and escorting Stacy, Tracy, Lacy, or whatever the fuck her name is to the door, I'm on my way downtown to the Gaslight District.

I pull up to an attractive old building and am impressed with its architecture. Call it a trick of the trade, but one of my particular skills that has catapulted my career is seeing a building and knowing right away its potential and worth.

I open my door and make my way into the entrance. Once inside, I look around and am fascinated by the inside of the building. I can tell that the owner has kept the original crown molding. It still has its beautiful mahogany wood exposed. The wood hasn't been painted over like so many other older buildings in the district; instead, the architect restored it to its authentic glory

My thoughts are interrupted by a pleasant voice. "Good morning. I'm assuming that you're Mr. Easton."

I turn to see a pretty receptionist. I acknowledge her with a nod. I'm a man of a few words. I only speak when it's necessary. She makes a call, and a moment later, two of the most beautiful brunettes approach me. Twins! Damn! That is a wet dream come to life.

They pleasantly greet me and take me into a meeting room. A large oak conference table takes up most of the room. Powder blue padded chairs surround the table, matching the color of the walls with Posters featuring their talent. One of the beauties offers me a seat at the head of the table, and then each sits on opposite sides of me. The pretty receptionist enters with refreshments and places the tray and beverages on the table.

"Please, help yourself." The left-side twin pushes the tray towards me. I raise my brow and look at her. I know that I'm an asshole, but I'm curious about these two. I have a desire to see how far I can push them.

The left twin doesn't flinch. "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, black, please," I speak for the first time since arriving here.

She pours my coffee, gives me a napkin, and offers a pastry.

The twin to my right begins to speak. I don't even pay attention. I watch her mouth move and imagine it sucking my cock.

"Is that satisfactory?" Shit, I have no idea what she said, so I nod then turn towards the screen.

We all sit silently and watch the promotional video that they prepared. I'm impressed. When it's over, I stand. The twins don't need to change a thing. They were in my head, and I knew what I wanted.

"Send the video and the contract to my assistant as soon as possible." I turn to leave.

The left twin opens the door and thanks me for my time. She let me know that they'll send the contract to Cindy.

Before I leave, I turn around and get a good look at the twins. I want to memorize every feature of their stunning faces. They don't know it yet, but they will be mine.

It wasn't until I got into my vehicle that I realized they never told me their names. I mean, I know one is Grace, and one is Faith Henson, but I don't know who is who. I smile to myself. I love a good challenge. I can't wait to figure out who is who.

I enter my office building and greet my attractive auburn-haired receptionist. She nods back, knowing full well that I don't do pleasantries. I hire qualified eye candy. What can I say? I like to be surrounded by beautiful, capable women.

I make my way to the elevator and up to my floor. I have the entire third floor of the building. My assistant is the first thing you see when the elevator opens. I have two meeting rooms, my office, and a good-sized apartment in the back. I stay there most of the time. I also have an apartment on the outskirts of the Gaslamp District. I use that one when I'm partying downtown. That's also where I take my lady guests.

Cindy gives me the morning report. "Good morning, Mr. Easton. I received a contract from Double Faced Advertising. It's on your desk for your signature. Also, Lance Crawford from Times magazine called to set up your interview. I jotted down some possible times open in your schedule to meet with him."

She hands me her note. "Thank you," I reply and head straight into my office.

Cindy is a stunning blonde with a body that could stop any man in their tracks, but she's also brilliant and is very good at her job. I may like to surround my work environment with beautiful women, but I never sleep with any of them. If they're too flirty, I have a professional conversation about their inappropriate behavior and give them one warning. If it continues, I dismiss them.

I sit down and pick up the contract from Double Faced. All I can think about is having one twin suck me off while my face is deep into the other one's pussy. Shit! I feel my cock twitch. I need to know more about these two ladies. They have me very intrigued.

I press the intercom. "Can I see you briefly, Cindy?"

"Yes, sir," she promptly replies.

My office door opens, and Cindy stands there with her notepad and pen ready for my instructions.

I quickly sign the contract and hand it to her. "I need you to find out everything you can about Faith and Grace Henson," I demand. "Everything!"

"Of course, Mr. Easton, I will get right on that. Anything else?" she adds.

"That's everything," I glance at the note of my available times to meet with the journalist. "One more thing: set up a lunch meeting with Mr. Crawford; any of these dates will be fine."

She nods and then quickly leaves my office. I lean back into my chair, trying to devise a plan to get those twins into my bed. I'm looking forward to finding out everything about them. Cindy is the best at digging into people's backgrounds. If she ever decides to leave here, she would make a great detective.

My computer notifies me with a ding that I have a message. I opened it to see the promotional video attached to a forwarded message from Cindy. The email originated from [email protected]. I wonder which one it is. Could it be the get down to business beautiful mouth twin or the help yourself to whatever you want twin?

I decide to do a little investigation of my own. Cindy usually vets the companies I do business with, so she was the one who recommended Double Faced Advertising to me to do our promotional video. I'll have to remember to give her a raise.

I open up their website. There the twins are. Right away, I know who is who. I can see that Grace dresses a bit more glamorous, and Faith, while she is just as gorgeous, dresses more on the conservative side.

I lean forward, examining every detail of both of their faces. They are exquisite. "I can't wait to make you gorgeous ladies mine."