**Mature Content**

Benson

I'm sitting at the Oceanaire bar when I notice the twins that I've been dreaming about all day enter the restaurant. Their simple beauty takes my breath away. Grace holds herself with such confidence, but Faith's innocence has me intoxicated, and it's her eyes that I catch. She gives me a small smile. I raise my glass to her, and she nods before turning away, blushing adorably. I think that I'm in love.

I asked the bartender to send a fruity cocktail to the ladies' table and let him know that I would be picking up their tab for the evening.

I see them accept their drinks and raise them in thanks to me. I smile, and Faith's face turns bright red. She quickly tries to hide in her menu. I love the effect that I already have on her.

I watch until the waiter takes their order before walking over to tell them how impressed I was with their promotional video. Grace thanks me, and Faith's mouth drops open when I address them with their names. I smugly smile before I turn to leave the restaurant. I have these women right where I want them.

I head over to the Whiskey House to continue my night of drinking. I'm also on the lookout to take a pretty brunette to bed. I can't have who I want, so I'll choose the next best thing. I look around and see a brunette sitting by herself at the bar. She is nowhere near the caliber as my twins, but she'll do. I walk over to her and lean across the bar. The bartender knows me and comes right over.

"I'll have a Blantons on the rocks, and please get this beautiful young lady another one of whatever she's having."

He nods, and she looks up at me with pretty green eyes. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." I stretch my hand out, and she places hers into it. I take her hand and gently kiss the top of it.

She smiles, and I know that she's mine. After a few more drinks and light conversation, I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Do you want to get out of here and take this party to my place?"

She nods. I quickly throw a hundred to pay the tab and take her hand into mine. I had texted my chauffeur, and he was already waiting outside. We get into the car, and I don't waste one second pressing my lips against hers. I lick her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth, fully accepting me with a deep moan. The next second, my hands are inside of her shirt and under her bra. I squeeze her tits and pinch her erect nipples. She hikes up her skirt and straddles my lap.

My hands take her thighs, and I pull her pussy into my hardness. She starts grinding herself on me, and I reach under her skirt to feel her bare ass squeezing it with appreciation. I find the string to her thong and move it to the side, exposing her wet pussy. I slide two fingers into her, and she throws her head back in pleasure. Her hands find my belt. She easily unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my pants. I lift my hips, still thrusting my fingers into her soft, moist goodness.

When she releases my cock, it stands at attention, ready to get wet. Condoms are in the cabinet by me. I grab one with my free hand and hand it to her. She bounces on my fingers but can still open the packet and roll the condom quickly over my cock. As soon as it's in place, I shove my fingers into her mouth. She moans and licks every last drop of herself off of me while I lift her soaking pussy onto my cock. She rides me hard and takes every inch that I have to give.

I move my hands to her hips and slam her down onto me. She lets out a scream of ecstasy before I feel her pulsating on my cock. I continue to slam relentlessly into her until I reach my release. I thrust into her hard till every drop has deposited into the condom. I pull her off of me, and she sits beside me. She pulls down her skirt, kisses my cheek, and quickly exits my vehicle. We never even left the curb. Neither of us says a word. My driver pulls away, I discard my condom, clean up, and my driver takes me to my downtown apartment.

The following day, I woke up alone in my bed, and I couldn't be happier. I love it when I find a girl who wants to fuck. No names, no call me's, and no sleepovers. I stretch, and my mind goes to Faith Henson. I fantasize about her beautiful crimson face and where I want that face on my morning wood. I pull myself out of bed and into the shower.

Thirty minutes later, I'm exiting the elevator onto my third-floor office.

Cindy gets right down to business. "Good morning, Mr. Easton. Your lunch meeting with Lance Crawford is at noon at the Greystone Prime Steakhouse. Also, I have the information that you requested on Grace and Faith Henson. Just let me know when you're ready to meet to go over my findings."

I raise my eyebrows. Damn, Cindy is good! "Let me get settled, and I will buzz you when I'm ready."

"Yes, Sir," she quickly responds.

I enter my office and smile at the steaming cup of coffee waiting on my desk for me. I settle in and buzz Cindy to let her know that I'm ready to meet with her. She comes in with a folder and sits across the desk from me. Cindy begins as soon as she sits. I don't take notes because her folder will be mine when she finishes.

"Grace and Faith Henson. Twenty-five-year-old heiresses to the Henson's hotel chain. Father Lewis Henson died along with Mary Henson in a helicopter accident five years ago. The girls purchased the building that houses their advertising business with their inheritance, which they started before graduating from Cal Tech with honors. Faith has a marketing and business degree, and Grace has a marketing and art degree. They took their new business from scratch to a Fortune 500 business in less than four years."

"Grace had a long-time boyfriend that ended in a breakup. He married six months after the breakup. Faith has dated, but nothing serious. Grace is the oldest of the twins, but Faith is the more responsible of the two. They have lived in a newly renovated brownstone together since graduating college. They're inseparable and extremely close. Their best friend since high school, Liza Graham, works for them as their assistant, office manager, and receptionist. Every year, they have an intern in the marketing department of the community college work for them in the second semester of their senior year. This year, it's a young man named Travis Johns. He'll be starting next month. I have their client list if you're interested?" Cindy finishes her report.

"No, don't worry about it. I can look over it later. Thank you, Cindy. As always, a job well done." I compliment her as she stands and places the folder on my desk.

"Anything else, Sir?" she asks.

"No, this is good for now," I reply, and she is out the door and back at her desk before I can take my next breath. Damn, she's good!

I get lost in my work until Cindy reminds me of my lunch meeting with the Times journalist Lance Crawford. I'm not a fan of talking about myself. He's writing about successful young businessmen and women in San Diego. I wonder if he has the twins in mind for this article, too. If not, he should.