“What is it guys, I’m really hungry” As if my stomach was agreeing, she made a retched sound. Smiling me to death, they chuckled.
    “Let us take you to dinner” The sounds intensified, by a thousand percent. Looking from one to another, I was suspecting them to start laughing with comments such as. ‘should of seen your face’ or my favorite ‘what a sucker’ But they never came.
    “Aww, I’m sorry did you just ask me out?” Shifting the weight of my bag.
    “Yes” Van nodded, confirming my ears were in fact working just fine. Gulping cause I hadn’t been on a date since I broke up with my ex.

    “Umm I’m not really dressed, you know to go out” Looking at my attire, should of not worn lime green.
    “That’s fine, we need to change anyways. How about we pick you up, say an hour?” Van asked, he seemed to do the most talking out of the two. With a nod, since its all I could do they smiled walking away.

Wow awkward……

Opening my front door, making sure to lock it. Dropping my bag on the couch before, running to the shower. I have no clue why I was running, or why my heart wasn’t keeping to a normal rhythm. All I did know was I was going out with two very stunning looking men, who just happen to be my clients.
    Silently yelling at myself, when I started to shave. What the hell did I really think was going to happen tonight? Frowning I decided my mothers old saying came into play. In her famous chirpy voice.

One never knows what the day may bring….

Wouldn’t she get a kick out of me, using it for sexual advice. I’m pretty sure that’s not what she meant it for, but hey whatever works. Satisfied that I wouldn’t be a laughing case, I scrubbed my hair and rinsed out the grime. Shutting the water off, wrapping my body in one towel while filling my hair down mercilessly drying it with another towel. Flipping it back over my back, before grabbing for the dryer.

    A few sprays of perfume and a little black eyeliner, while pink lip gloss smacked against both lips. Sighing I made sure to pick something that was not reveling, but sexy. Not sure why I cared, but I did. Maybe this was the opening I needed, to get them to give me a chance. The door knocked pulling my head to look out of the bathroom. Sighing I walked across my apartment in seven long strides. Taking in a deep breath I pulled the door open.

    Standing before me was Van and Owen dressed in all black. Each sporting his own pair of black shoes, black slacks and a black long sleeve sweater. Their hair was done up with a little gel, while they still held stone faces. As dark eyes looked me over, they softened until smiles formed.
    “She cleans up nice” There were subtle difference in Van and Owen, and I knew it was Van who said this. In my black heels, I had decided on a long black pencil skirt. A rich purple sleeveless shirt, that showed off my tattoo. Fidgeting in what I now felt was not enough, I was even more surprised when Owen took my hand.
    “Come on were going to be late” Without warning Van locked my house up, and I about squealed.
    “Guys my wallets in there” Turning around to go grab my money, like hell I was going to be left without cash.

    “You don’t need it” Van huffed taking my other hand. Now more then ever I wanted it. But with both hands occupied I couldn’t do much, but follow like a child holding its parents hands. My breath caught when I saw the cherry red sports car, the stunning line had me melting. A car girl at heart, I couldn’t of told you what kind it was. All I knew was it was shinny and had my panties soaking. Then if everything had come back to me, I realized that nine times out of ten, sports cars are two seaters.
    My observation was correct when Van open the passenger door. Thought fluttered threw my head, as I looked at the sleek beauty.

Where they going to put me in the trunk?…..

A few low laughs had my attention to the men, as Owen was leaning on the drivers side door. Van was now sitting in the passenger seat, his door still open.
    “Are you coming?” He asked sticking out his hand. My brain went hazy as I took a few steps around the door, to stand a few feet from him.

    “Where are you thinking of putting me?” Chewing my lower lip.
    “On my lap” He replied, not fazed by the fact that it was not only illegal, but he would soon find out real quick just how wet I was by their car. My face blushed, and I was more worried about the growing depth in between my thighs, then getting pulled over by a local cop. As if seeing my hesitation, Van grabbed my arm pulling me into his lap. Ass pushed up against his inner legs, as he buckled the seat belt.

Cause that’s gunna do a lot…..

His hand came around my stomach, pushing me to lean my back against his chest. The heart beat was a lot calmer then mine, and fear he was some kind of wild animal that could smell my fear, I didn’t make a peep. Owen started up the car, and the purring tiger made me lightly moan. Catching the attention of not one but, both twins. Letting my eyes travel around the interior, I was pleased red trim lined the black leather seats. While a deep wood grain was added for flare.
    “You like cars?” Van hummed from behind me, since I had indeed forgotten he was there.
    “Yea” Looking out the passenger window.
    “Do you own one?” Continuing are awkward conversation, or not seeing each other.
    “Yes” It wasn’t that I didn’t like talking about cars, it was I didn’t like feeling like a lamb between wolves.

    “Are you going to tell me what it is?” Chuckling, which made my body shake. Biting my lip as my eyes started to flutter closed, at the blissful feeling. Damn urges.
    “Its umm, a 46 ford” A low groan as I spin my head around seeing Owen with glazed eyes.
    “What color?” He asks, looking away from the road.

    “Aw, custom green” Watching as me with dark eyes, Van slides his hands over my legs. Tightening muscles I didn’t know I had in those parts of my legs, he slowly hikes my skirt up. Owen trying to keep his eyes on the road, but takes peeks as his brother gets closer and closer. A long moan comes out, as one hand decides to pull my lower stomach to him.
    “Brother you have keep her quiet” Owen growls, shifting the gears.

    “My pleasure” Turning my head to see him, my body is twisted so I can look Van in the eyes. Pushing his lips to mine, the top half of the seat belt snaps to the door. Moving his lips with mine, I’m finding it hard to not move along with him. When I refuse to let him taste all over me, my bottom lip and ass are forcefully grabbed and nipped. A cross between a moan and a gasp, pulls away from me.
    “Brother” Owen growls, my eyes catching the quick glare he sends to Van. Pulling away from me, to answer him.
    “Sorry, she wouldn’t let me in”

Need to get out of this car…….the trunk would of been safer…..

Soon the car comes to a stop, and Van once again pulls his lips from mine. The passenger door opens, as Owen sticks his hand out for me to take it. The belt it unclipped and I feel a heat wave leave my body, as the cooler calms me down. Holding Owen hand, Van gets out chuckling when he sees me fixing my skirt. With the car locked up, I have one twin on each side, as we make are we to the restaurant of their choosing.

    Its not the fanciest place in town, but its not a fast food joint either. The doors are opened for me, as I smile pleasantly at the well dressed door man. Catching the frowning faces of the boys, as the door man backs away from me. Owen stands in front of me, as Van is to the side. With their last name given, the hostess takes us to a quiet back area. There are hardly any people, as we take our seats. Now my body temperature rockets, as I’m a twin Oreo cookie.

    Thank god there is ice water, in front of me as I quickly take a long swig. Earning me a few looks, but I pass them by without a thought. A magical feeling slowly crawls up both sides of my legs, my brain finally caught up to what the feel was, when both hands tug at the skirt. Holding back a squeak, as I grab both twins hands placing them on their own laps. Keeping my eyes locked what’s in front of me. Simultaneously they lean on the table, peering into my eyes. Gulping I thank the heavens when our waiter comes over.

    “Good evening, what can I start you off with?” He asks looking at me. The deadly sounds that erupt from the both of them, send a shiver up my spine.
    “A bottle of merlot, and strawberries” Van growls shoeing the man away.

Shit….what’s mores code for fucking save me…..

    “You seem tense?” Van whispers, shaking my body to the core.
    “Would you like us to help you with that?” Owen asks, in my other ear. Pursing my lips together, I keep very still. As if their both T-rexes and I’m just a poor village girl.

Maybe if I don’t move they wont see me……

    “Riae?” In unison. Another hard swallow from me, when the waiter comes back, holding out the bottle. Grabbing across the table, I quickly pour a glass, sucking down the contents. Feeling the sweet warm feeling flooding my body, as I start to feel relaxed. Pouring another glass, the waiter sets down the strawberries before raising his brow to me.
    “Best bring another one” Holding the bottle up. Nodding he leaves. Sucking another glass down, its slowly starting to feel less like a prison camp in here.
    “Better?” Van hums.

    “I’m not sure” Taking a strawberry, before taking a small bite. They snicker as I take another sip, after another bite of strawberry.
    “Care to elaborate?” Owen asks, pouring his own glass.
    “Your messing with me, when I told you not to” Finishing off the strawberry. Leaning with my back against the plush deep red seat.

    “What if were interested in you?” He asks, spinning the glass in his hand.
    “I doubt that.” Making an irritated sound.
    “Are you truly convinced were not?” As his brother gives me a interested look.
    “Yes I’m positive. Rolling my hair to the back.
    “Oh do tell” Sipping his wine. While the waiter takes the empty bottle, leaving us a new one. Giving Van a chance to pour himself a glass.
    “I’m not your type”

    “Go on?” Van hums, placing the bottle back in the ice bucket.
    “Your more into meek woman, who take good to orders. I’m just a headache” Shrugging as I take another strawberry.
    “Well the last part could be very well true, but what gave you the assumption we like meek woman?” Lowering his glass, as Van takes a sip.

“Just a profiling thing I do” Nipping at the berry. Licking my lips when the juice starts falling. Draping their arms over the back of my seat, the cage has suddenly gotten smaller. Making sure not to chock on the strawberry, cause that would just give them another reason to go mouth to mouth.

Like they need one…..perking up

The atmosphere suddenly when the last remaining couple, leaves and I’m alone in the back with two powerful men. Taking small breaths, I can do this. I have five brothers, I can handle two men no problem.
    “What if your wrong about us?” Van asks moving closer, not that he needed to whisper anymore. There wasn’t anyone to keep it from.
    “I’m not” It came out weak and broken, which only made this situation worse.