They did wear their hair identically. They had long hair, lightened with ‘sun’ highlights that cascaded down their backs in rolled waves. Jennifer drank gin and tonics and Caitlin liked her bourbon. Other than that, they were very difficult to tell apart.
Jennifer spied Jonathan Palmer as he walked through the bar. Caitlin was lost in people watching via the bar mirror reflection. Jennifer teased it was so she could watch herself as well. Caitlin gently elbowed her in response.
“Look who’s talking?” Caitlin said. “You’re more in love with yourself than I am.”
It was true. Jennifer thanked her lucky stars every time she got ready to go somewhere.
Jonathan Palmer was a wonderfully tall man, thought Jennifer. He moseyed up behind them twins. The warmth from his body felt delicious on Jennifer’s back.
“Do you feel something hot?” Jennifer said mischievously to Caitlin.
“I do,” she said. “I didn’t realize we were going to have candy with our drinks.”
Palmer’s head fell back, doped from the flattery of Caitlin’s remark. He had a goofy grin on his face that didn’t look like it was going to come off anytime soon. Jennifer already knew where the night was going if that’s what she and her sister wanted. It was obvious, that was what Palmer wanted.
“How are things at Palmer Ideas?” Caitlin asked with slight sarcasm.
“They are good, Ms. Burrows,” he answered. “And if you had been, you would know that.”
“Oh!” said Jennifer. “You have been told.”
“I wasn’t the bad one, she was,” replied Caitlin dryly. “And you would be the first person to complain about our aforementioned badness.”
“Did I complain?” he asked. “Someone spank me.”
“That can be arranged,” said Jennifer wickedly.
Caitlin gave her scolding look. Jennifer sighed. She wanted to have fun and it looked like they were going to have to address business first.
“Hey,” Jennifer said. “All kidding aside, we do need jobs. We quit our paying jobs because we were promised internships at a marketing firm and the guy flaked.”
“I need to know,” he said and then swallowed his ice. “Do you guys always come as a set? Do you ever break up the band?”
“Sure,” said Jennifer very seriously. “But not often. There weren’t any positions for either of us in this case.”
“Well you are in luck. We have had somewhat of a turnover ourselves. We no longer have the HR manager you accused of being jealous of your nubile body,” he said.
Chapter Three
Palmer had a good twenty years on Jennifer and her sister but that didn’t faze either woman a bit. Jennifer had a sixth sense about when her sister was in with the hunt, as they would say. The more the idea played in her mind, the hungrier Jennifer was for Palmer.
She leaned casually passed Palmer and caught her sister’s eye. Caitlin nodded at her. It was on. Of course they needed the job and they could do good work for Palmer Ideas. But they also wanted what they wanted. They just had to get Palmer to agree that it would not interfere with their business relationship.
“So what do you think about it if Jennifer and I got our old jobs back at your place?” Caitlin asked. “I can wear a shirt buttoned up to here.”
“So can I,” agreed Jennifer. “We can even make them match.”
“Right,” said Caitlin. “That way it will be easier to keep an eye on us.”
“It’s pretty easy to keep an eye on you right now,” said Palmer.
His voice was low and seductive. He was gently grazing their bodies with his as he moved about in their conversation. He was getting more and more into them, Jennifer knew.
Palmer’s hand casually rested on the small of Jennifer’s back. She had a generous behind, the curve of which rose in a perfect “C” at just beneath his hand. His touch was warm and powerful. It was gentle but she could sense the strength.
She had a thing for tall, broad shouldered me. He was handsome even if technically he was old enough father to both her sister and her. He smelled nice too. When she caught a whiff of it, she remembered it. It was expensive and subtle and very masculine.
As his hand lingered just above her buttocks, he paid attention to Caitlin. Sometimes Jennifer pretended that when men or women interacted with her sister that she was watching herself in a mirror. That game was more effective when she was just the slightest bit inebriated. She was driving that night so she had her one and only drink which she sipped in very disciplined manner.
Palmer tugged the neckline of Caitlin’s dress. From where she sat, Jennifer could see a part of her nipple. Inadvertently, Jennifer felt her own breast. Just a little bit. As Palmer toyed, so did Jennifer. She was watching the nearest thing to herself while experiencing it at the same time.
The look on Palmer’s face was intense. He was entranced. Mesmerized with Jennifer’s sister. Caitlin had something of the same expression. They were hot for each other. Jennifer thought she might just help it along. She cupped his buttocks lightly. He looked up at her, looking in the bar mirror.
“Are you ladies hungry?” he asked.
“I could go for something to eat,” said Caitlin.
Jennifer felt her voice go sultry when she suggested, “Why don’t we order room service?”
Caitlin and Palmer lifted their heads like they heard the ice cream truck.
“That’s a great idea,” said Palmer wickedly.
He disappeared from the bar in the direction of the hotel front desk. He returned with a couple of pass keys.
“Ladies,” he said offering each an arm.
Caitlin, Palmer and Jennifer strolled through the bar to the elevator. Jennifer shivered as they stepped into the car. He had gotten them a suite. When the elevator doors closed, Palmer turned to her, touched her face with her fingers and kissed her.
At first it was a tender kiss. Tentative, explorative. He brushed her lips with his. They were so so soft and warm, she thought. He turned to Caitlin and did the same. Until the elevator stopped and let them out.
Jennifer knew that once they got into the suite, Palmer would want to launch into sex. She and her sister originally called him for a job. They still needed a job. She was going to control the situation until she and Caitlyn got what they wanted.
The suite was definitely nice. As soon as they were in, Palmer called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. He looked at both of the women and amended his order, “Make that two bottles,” he said.
“Food?” Jennifer whispered.
Caitlyn looked at the menu. “They’ve got sushi. Let’s get twelve pieces of the avocado roll and what do you want, Jonathan?”
“I’m looking at them,” he said.
“To eat,” said Caitlyn.
“Same answer,” he said.
He ordered the food and the alcohol. Two bottles of champagne meant they would be there the entire night. Jennifer and Caitlyn anyway.
“Can we talk about business for a little bit?” Jennifer asked.
“Sure,” Palmer said not taking her too serious.
He reached out and tweezed her nipple. He found it through her dress. She let him unzip the back of her dress just so far and then she took hold of his wrist and put it back with him.
“Caitlyn and I need jobs. I sent you our portfolios. I want something in writing that we have positions.” said Jennifer.
She left out the part about or she and her sister were not going to sleep with him but she was sure he got the idea.
“And if I do put it in writing?” asked Palmer. “All night long?”
“Yes,” said Jennifer. “But I can only speak for me.”
“I am game,” said Caitlyn. She was lounging on the sofa lazily. Wantonly. She had one ankle draped over the arm of the furniture and one foot on the floor, spreading her legs.
“You two, graphic artists and copywriters?” he asked.
Palmer opened a bureau drawer and pulled out hotel stationar
y. He drafted the terms of their work arrangement, describing their duties and their rate of pay. Jennifer and Caitlin reviewed it. Caitlin raised a brow.
“Hmm, is this the going rate for copywriters/graphic artists who make deals in hotel rooms with the managing partner/owner of the company?” she asked.
Palmer sharply revoked the paper from their eyesight.
“You wanna lord this moment over me?” he asked in a tone that counseled them both to think it over.
Jennifer thought the man was positively hot when he was bossy. She always thought he was attractive. Whether he was older or not, the man was classically good looking. Tall, blond hair, blue-eyed boyish face. He maybe had one too many sun tan or cocktail. Or maybe blonds had vulnerable skin. He had laugh lines around his eye and the corners of his mouth. Otherwise, Jonathan Palmer was so smooth.
He had such the coolness about him. In his touch and demeanor and the way he didn’t really flinch at the situation. Jennifer knew that Caitlin and she had leverage in this deal making but Jonathan Palmer, their once and hopefully future boss, had the upper hand.
“Okay, no more remarks like that,” said Caitlin. “This is plenty. Especially when it’s way more than we are making now which is nothing.”
“I’ll take care of you,” said Jonathan.
“I love you honey,” Jennifer mocked.
They passed the makeshift contract around, each of them signing and dating it. Perfect timing, room service knocked on the door. Having food and drink would put even more distance between negotiating the business of business and negotiating the business of pleasure.
Chapter Four
Jennifer spied on Palmer as he coolly interacted with the waiter who wheeled in their food. He suavely decanted the champagne and served each of them out a taste. He raised a toast.
“To a mutually beneficial relationship,” he said as he made a toast.
“Be clear that you wouldn’t be getting your jobs back if your portfolio wasn’t worth a damn. I don't care how fine your asses are.” he said.
The twins smiled. It was a simultaneous, identical reaction. They both liked hearing how good they were at what they did as much as they liked the reaction their looks created.
Caitlin picked up a piece of sushi, swirled it around in the dipping sauce and fed it to Palmer.
“When is the last time someone did that for you?” she purred.
He reached his big strong arm around her and cupped the curve of her ultra-firm buttocks. Yep, thought Jennifer. She was definitely a voyeur. Seeing her sister interacting with her boss was like watching herself. She sidled up next to her sister and Palmer and joined in.
Jennifer had already surpassed her drink limit. Even though she decided she would spend the night in the suite, she didn't go past the one gin and one glass of champagne. She put the second bottle of champagne in the mini fridge. It might make a lovely souvenir to enjoy another time if Caitlin and Palmer didn’t drink it.
She picked up a piece of sushi and fed Caitlin who made an exaggerated expression of pleasure. Caitlin oohed and awed, and lowered her eyelids lazily like she was orgasmic. Palmer stroked Caitlin’s long hair down her backside like she was a kitten.
While her boss and her sister flirted, she got up and moved about the room. As she did she slowly removed her dress. It zipped up the side of her tight, fit body. She lowered the zipper and gently, with no rush at all, slipped the spaghetti straps from her shoulders.
The dress fell stiffly to the floor. Jennifer stepped out of it with an almost bike-peddling motion. She was in her heels and her exquisite satin and lace push up and matching thong.
She caught her reflection in the mirror. Jennifer liked looking at her own amazing body as much as she liked showing it off. She stalked around the corner of the bed, while her sister continued to feed Palmer.
Jennifer went to the closet of the suit and discovered plush bathrobes with ties at the waist. She removed the ties.
“Interesting,” she remarked. “Look what I found.”
The suggestion of bondage revved up the atmosphere in the room. She had both Palmer’s and her sister’s attention.
“Let me know when you’re ready boys and girls,” she said with the tone of a dominatrix. “And we shall begin.”
Palmer filled Caitlin’s glass and his glass. Jennifer waived off a refill. He leaned back on the bed almost in the perfect position to have his hands bound to the headboard. Caitlin took a cue to remove his shoes and socks. She went to work on his belt while he lazily watched. His eyes met Jennifer’s. He was going allow himself be the submissive but his eyes were anything but. He definitely had the look of a predator glittering there. Jennifer shivered with anticipation.
She carefully approached the foot of the bed. It crossed her mind that hotel room designers probably had this sort of moment in mind when they chose furniture. She smiled. She lifted Palmer’s heavy foot and placed it over to one corner of the bed.
“Oh no,” he said as though he caught her in a trap. “Whatever are you going to do now? You only have two sashes. I have four limbs.”
“I’ll just cut them,” she said.
Room service had included a knife on the tray even though sushi and champagne didn’t require it. She picked up the serrated blade and looped the fabric around it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said in a predator’s tone. “That will be very expensive and you haven’t drawn your first paycheck yet.”
Even though Jennifer had assumed charge, she was very aware that he had the tone of a master. She was vigilant. And excited. Something was going to happen. Something she couldn’t figure out and it aroused her like crazy.
Caitlin looked on. Now she was the voyeur watching the interplay between Palmer and Jennifer. Jennifer could see that her own vulnerability transferred to Caitlin who looked up to her for guidance. Jennifer was the older, more dominant twin. She was definitely the big sister and Caitlin the little sister.
Both sisters were tuned to the fact that the tables were about to be turned on Jennifer. Her head beat like fragile animal in the sites of a hunter. She laughed because she dug the game. If she moved, he was going to give it to her. Jennifer wanted it to happen but at the same time she liked the challenge of trying to figure out a way to outsmart him.
He chuckled darkly. “You going to make a move?”
She went for it. She attempted to string the sash around his foot but in a blur he was on her. He lifted her like she was laundry. She giggled at her own defeat. Palmer had her on her belly, flat on the bed. He ordered Caitlin to assist him.
He removed the pillow cases from the king sized pillows and fashioned ties from them by rolling them up as narrowly as they would go.
“Dang,” remarked Jennifer at the fact that his good idea had not even occurred to her.
Palmer gripped her hair. “Speak only when spoken to. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” she said, expecting fully that he wanted a ‘sir’ or some other sign of respect and submission as well.
She was right.
Palmer flicked her earlobe hard. It hurt. It didn’t suggest pain. It was painful. He stroked her gently afterwards.
“Belt okay with you?” he asked her. “Once, maybe twice? It will hurt but I’ll be cool. Do I have your permission?”
Jennifer was game for anything once. At least so far in terms of things that had been offered her. She consented.
“Grit your teeth,” he said.
She obeyed. But when she felt him rear up before he struck, she nearly fainted. He was right. It did hurt. He landed two blows that were almost like small electrocutions.
“All done,” he said softly. “Those will leave marks.”
He lowered her thong and twisted it tight around her ankles. Even though her sister had already bound her feet with the ties of the robes, Palmer added more to her imprisonment. He very thoughtfully placed a pillow beneath her head.
“Caitlin, sweet. Take off your clothes,”
he ordered firmly but gently.
Caitlin complied. She had a time negotiating her zipper so she turned around so he could assist. Jennifer lay in wait on the mattress. Even without binding, Palmer had them under his control.
Once his hands were free, they searched the crevice between Jennifer’s curvaceous buttocks. His touch made her come alive. Whatever was coming her way Jennifer knew it was going to be good. She could tell just by his touch; this man knew what he was doing.
He got up from her. He kissed Caitlin. Jennifer watched as he raked his hands through her sister’s long blond hair. She made an observation not out of jealousy, because that was not an emotion she had towards her sister, but Jennifer noted that Palmer had tender feelings for Caitlin. He was hot for her like he was hot for Jennifer but there seemed to be more to it for him when it came to Caitlin.
Palmer broke the kiss and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged with a bottle of lotion. It was the small bottle that the hotel provided guests. He took the top off and immediately a delicate puff of fragrance filled the air.
“Nice,” remarked Jennifer.
“Think so?” asked Palmer in his Dom voice.
He spilled it on his finger tips and reached between her cheeks again. He very boldly lubed her up.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked, pressing as he inquired.
“Yes,” she said.
He plunged a finger into her.
“What was that?” he demanded.
“Sir. Yes sir,” she corrected.
He gave the bottle of lotion to Caitlin and instructed her to make sure he was good and lathered with it. Jennifer looked on as her sister took Palmer’s very large, very hard erection and greased him with the lotion.
Palmer levered himself over Jennifer. He plied her flesh, making sure she had plenty of lotion where she most needed it.
“Are you ready?” he whispered in her ear.
Jennifer nodded. His lips brushed her hair. He remained like that as he entered her. She stiffened. He stiffened. He gasped as if the feeling of being inside of her very tight spot made him completely weak. It was an amazing sensation as he pushed all the way into her with patient purposeful thrusts.
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