The world outside of the warm muggy café was brisk and cold; Lauren could see pedestrians holding onto their belongings, wrapping and rewrapping their scarves against their bodies in hopes to keep out the unusually biting wind.

The day was irrevocably boring. Her co-worker, a flighty girl named Skye (and yes, she was an aspiring actress) was doodling her name into a rather large mountain of sugar she had poured onto a vacant space of counter, when an incredibly attractive man stepped into the café. Lauren looked up at the sounds of the bells jingling above the door and smiled warmly at the lanky customer in front of her.

“Excuse me,” he said in the most attractive drawling voice, “I was wondering if you could help me find this store.”
Lauren leaned over the countertop and rested her head on her hand, “sure, why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for?”
The man smiled warmly and showed her a piece of paper. It wasn’t an address, it was a note: “Meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes” it said in sprawling script. She had to stop herself from laughing but nodded quickly.
The man gave her a smirk and said he’d be right back.
Skye, still futzing with condiments, hadn’t noticed a thing.

Lauren eyed the clock, waiting for the ten minutes to be up. Finally, after checking herself over in a spoon and the espresso machine she readjusted her bra and was off to the bathroom saying something about making sure there was toilet paper. Skye hardly acknowledged.

She reached for the doorknob but hardly had time to turn it when the man quickly pulled her in and pushed her against he tiled wall. The lights were off but the door was slightly ajar so a strip of light poured in from the hallway.

“I have been waiting for this for like…freaking six hours!” Lauren gasped as his face moved closer towards her.
“I was preoccupied for a while.” He said slowly taking time to make her anxious.
“I can’t think of anything being more important than this…” she mentioned moving in to kiss him.
He shrugged underneath her arms, which were wrapped around his shoulders.
By the time Skye walked towards the bathroom, the man was halfway down Lauren’s neck making her moan slightly (despite how she was suppressing the feelings to rip his clothes off and scream his name).

“Lauren? Do you know where that extra case of the whipped cream is? I can’t find it. Wow…did you know under this light like, my nails look…like rainbowy? So cool…”
Lauren had the urge to shut the door and lock it but instead she pushed him away from her and grabbed a can of cleanser she conveniently hid there to look as if she was working.
“I think it’s in back behind cases of Peruvian coffee grounds near the freezer,” she said out of breath hoping the shabby appearance didn’t give her away.
Skye looked her up and down and figured she must have been cleaning, if she let herself willingly look like that. She skipped happily away into the backroom.

Lauren turned on the bathroom light and pulled him out and pushed him into the front of the store, “okay, that’s enough of our bathroom escapades. I’ll be off at five,” she said checking her watch.
The man grinned slyly and grabbed her into one last kiss, “hope you’re not too tired after work” he said nearly in a low growl.
She raised her eyebrow and pushed him back, “I wouldn’t worry about my health but I would worry about yours…there’s no way you’re coming out of tonight alive.”
He ran a hand through his hair and winked, leaving just as Skye came back to the counter carrying a couple cans of cream.
“Hey it’s that guy…so did you help him find what he was looking for?” She asked as she began to stock the mini fridge.
Lauren blushed slightly and preoccupied herself with stacking some napkins, “yeah he’s going to come to the right place.” She muttered.

It was nearly another two hours until Lauren finished her shift and as she stepped out into the brisk spring wind she thought it couldn’t have ended a minute sooner.
She started her 10 block walk to her apartment and nearly missed smashing into three annoying businessmen. She was convinced that they were trying to bump into her merely to cop a feel.
As she looked to glance at what her neighborhood movie theatre was playing a boy walked straight into her and knocked them both down. She could feel her hand scrape hard against the sidewalk and when she looked little drops of blood were already prickling against her skin.
“What the fuck! Honestly, watch where you’re going!” She yelled angrily at the guy next to her. He stood up and reached for her hand, helping her up as well.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he stated calmly, “your hand doesn’t look so well, I think it’s best if I were to walk you all the way home just in case.”
Lauren shot him an angry look and smoothed her shirt, “That’s not necessary.”
“It’s the least I can do” he said quickly and they walked all the way to her apartment together.
As they reached her door and she began to walk in the boy grabbed her hand, “aren’t you even going to invite me in?” he asked with a small amount of desperation in his voice.
“Zac why is it you always have to resort to hurting me somehow to be invited inside of my apartment?” Lauren asked moving aside so he could walk in, “why can’t you just ask?”
Zac shrugged his shoulders and shot her a knowing smirk, “I like seeing you beneath me I guess.”
Without a blink of an eye Lauren smacked him for the remark and continued to walk to her bathroom to rinse off her hand. Knowing this city anything could be on the pavement and now absorbing into her bloodstream.
Zac followed behind her and watched her put her hand underneath the stream of water from the faucet. He grabbed some soap and began washing the scratch for her, reaching for a towel he dried her hand off and bandaged it up.
“There you are, good as new,” he said softly with a smile.
“Does your brother know you’re here? I’m supposed to go over to your apartment later on tonight.” Lauren remembered after staring at his mouth for a few seconds, losing her thoughts.
Zac rolled his eyes, “no he doesn’t know I’m here and why are you bothering to see him? I thought I was the only man you needed.”
Now it was Lauren’s turn to give a sarcastic eye-roll, “one man is never enough for me. And besides, lover, there are things about your brother that you don’t possess that I can’t live without.” She explained smiling at the mere thought of it.
Zac walked with her to the kitchen and let out an annoyed sigh, “we’re related, what could he possibly have that I don’t exactly?”
She cleared her throat for a moment and noticeably had a rather dreamy look on her face, “well for starters, his ass is a point…his hands…did I mention his ass?”
He moved closer and pressed himself against her so that she was up against the refrigerator; “if I recall properly, you’ve never given me any complaints” he murmured, so close she could feel his warm breath against her skin.
She smiled shyly; “I never said you weren’t good…” she trailed off as his lips met her jaw line and worked their way down towards the nape of her neck. Looking up at her with his eyes he smiled deviously and continued towards the back of her neck, “So you’re telling me Ike is better at this than me?” he asked, his warm lips leaving imprints against her flesh.
“I…no….good” Lauren babbled happily.
As if it were second nature Zac’s hands nimbly ran across the buttons on her shirt and removed it within a matter of seconds. He began directing her backwards from the kitchen towards the living room where she fell back against the couch. He gave a lascivious smirk and leaned in over her, “see?” he said, “You look good underneath me.”
Lauren grabbed him by the belt buckle and pulled him on top of her.
He lay between her legs and proceeded to a kiss a path from her collarbone to the top of her pants which she quickly began removing. Throwing both her jeans and his t-shirt aside, landing somewhere near the dead fichus, he took his finger and traced random patterns against her thigh. She raised her arm and signaled with her finger for him to come closer where she quickly took advantage of his soft lips. Hardly keeping her hands off of his naked skin she rolled over so that he was now underneath her and she was straddling him by the hips.
“I think I like it when you’re underneath me,” Lauren purred with a smirk and grabbed both of his arms by the wrist and held them above his head. She trailed a finger down his chest, as he had done to her, and stopped at the waistline of his pants, giving a raise of her eyebrows to her next action. The flush in his face was an incredibly intoxicating and she had to contain herself from ripping his pants off and going at it.
Instead she moved slowly and went button by button and wriggled his pants halfway down. Zac’s eyes, full of utter lust, made Lauren question what the fuck she was waiting for and decided playing hard to get was a waste of time when she could be having rough hot sex by now. So, she ripped the jeans from his legs and threw her bra, this time actually hitting the fichus and made a mad dash to his lips. He placed his hands roughly against her back and ran them across her spine before moving them between her thighs.
“You’re right,” she murmured against his ear, pressing her body against his naked torso, “you have everything Ike doesn’t” she said hotly, losing herself in the moment.

It was well past nine o’clock by the time Lauren had untangled herself from the bed sheets she was currently lounging in. The setting sun, which dipped behind a few buildings, had briefly painted a myriad of gold and raspberry against her kitchen walls making the apartment seem like a Degas painting. Zac had left a few hours ago; he dressed slowly and leaned in, so that she could smell the mix of sex and cologne on his skin before he planted a soft kiss on her lips. He cast a sly grin to her and headed out the door, mentioning something about seeing some friends uptown before the night was over.

She didn’t really care whether he stayed or not. Walking towards the bathroom she turned on the water in the shower and let it run for a few minutes before stepping in. The water was warm but gave a wave of chills across her goose pimpled flesh; she rested her head against the white tile and let the water cascade across her back and through her hair, draining what little energy she had left. Eventually she stepped out of the shower and surveyed herself in the mirror, wiping a lengthy film of condensation from the glass to see two quizzical eyes peering back at her. She quickly broke the gaze and proceeded to get dressed; throwing a newsboy hat on she grabbed her purse and headed out the door towards Ike’s.

The night air was chilled but not nearly as cold as it had been in the day. The city was buzzing, Lauren could feel the energy seep from the very sidewalk she was traversing; it was Friday night…how could it not be alive?

Stepping into the familiar lobby she pressed the warn number 5 button in the elevator and waited for it to come; the hallway was dimly lit. The landlord hadn’t bothered to replace the burnt out bulbs that ran along the ceiling; a socket nearby hissed and popped as it flickered on and off sporadically. She quickly knocked on the door, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the hall by herself. No one answered after the second knock; reaching above the door frame and beneath the wood she grabbed the spare key and went inside. She could hear the throb of a heavy bass from outside the door, but as she entered the pulsating vibrations beat against her insides as if her organs were trying to dance too. She looked left into the living room; no one was in sight there nor in the adjacent kitchen. Deciding to walk back further, she saw a light coming from the very back bedroom which was Ike’s. Lauren grinned and snuck slowly to the frame and took a peek inside; a guy, naked all but for the loosely wrapped towel around his waist, was standing in front of the full length mirror obviously admiring himself. He started to dance with the music which Lauren finally recognized as “Milkshake” by Kelis. The guy started singing, “my milkshake brings all the girls to the yard and they’re like it’s better than yours, damn right it’s better than yours…” all the while dancing and forcefully shaking his hips. He was just really getting into himself and singing the rest of the chorus when he saw Lauren in the mirror and the words fell quickly from his mouth while the song continued “I could teach you but I’d have to charge…”

A quick red blush crept through the man’s body and he awkwardly tried to hold onto his loose towel, which evidently only made it slip worse when Lauren got an eyeful of reflected ass in the mirror. She gave a smirk and tried to stop herself from laughing, “Uh, hi there…I’m Lauren and you are most definitely not Ike.”

The man gave a brief grin and clutched his towel, “no…hi, I’m Taylor, Ike’s brother…I was just taking a shower and then…um, well, I didn’t hear you come in and…”
Lauren’s bemused face only made his verbal diarrhea worse.
“Honestly I don’t stand in front of the mirror and do this all the time,” he said managing to get out a coherent sentence in his defense.

She gave a chuckle, “so are you saying I’m lucky to have found you doing that?”
Taylor blushed again, harder even, if that’s possible at all, “no I meant…”
“Well, at least you’re a man who knows how to dance and,” she said giving a noticeable sweep of his body with her eye, “and if I looked like you I’d probably be watching myself in the mirror too,” she said in a low nearly inaudible voice. But Taylor had heard it and he let out a quick breath which sounded more like a nervous chuckle.

“Could you turn around?” He asked politely as he grabbed some of the clothing that was lying on the mattress.
Lauren rolled her eyes but complied to the request, “so you’re Ike’s brother huh? How come I’ve never met you before?”
“Well I’ve been moving around a lot trying to get more out of this music career…,” he let out a sigh of frustration, “it’s difficult to explain but anyways I came to visit while my place is being renovated in Brooklyn. How do you know my brother?”
How do I know your brother? Lauren thought. She smiled at the memory; she had just been dumped by her latest boyfriend for reasons that weren’t really known to her. It went from, “I can’t live without you” to “I’m going away over seas” to “I’ve found this really great girl from Sweden and I think I’m in love”. Thanks-so-fucking-much you ass.
So, in efforts to cheer herself up she decided to rent a pair of ice skates and go out on the ice at Rockefeller Center. It was a mild fall evening and a great Beatles song came on which she had trouble not dancing to and as she skated faster and faster and spread her arms and let the wind push against her as if she was flying she ran into Ike. Literally. Well, he wasn’t hurt or anything, but he had been watching her intently and hadn’t realized he was in the destruction path…so he was bowled over. Lauren always manages to knock down the ones she interested into. But nonetheless it was okay because he invited her for a warmer-upper at the Rainbow Room and later a nightcap at his apartment overlooking central park; it’s been sexual history ever since.

“It’s a long story…” Lauren said with a bit of a grin, “Let’s just say I’ve known him long enough.”
Taylor gave a puzzled look and slipped a dress shirt over his shoulders, “you can turn around now.” He said softly.
She did so as he began to button the shirt up, as he neared the top she quickly reached out her hand and stopped him, “no don’t” she said quickly, “it’s uh, warm in the apartment so, you…might want to stay cool.”
He raised his eyebrow and stopped where she said.
A loud noise came from the living room and they could hear the front door slam, “God Tay you’re not listening to this again, are you? Please tell me you’re clothed in my bedroom!” Isaac walked down the hallway to where he found Lauren and Taylor, her hand over his on his chest.
Ike gave a cough and smiled, “I didn’t know you were even coming.”
“Well I thought I’d stop by and see my Ikey,” she said with the purpose of annoying him.
He rolled his eyes and accepted the rather passionate kiss she gave him. He could see Taylor stand near the bed awkwardly, unaware of where to look.
“So what are you plans?” he asked his brother.
Taylor shrugged, “Dunno, I was about to ask you.”
Lauren had a brilliant thought and quickly voiced her opinion, “how about we all go clubbing?” she said, replaying the vision of Taylor naked and gyrating.
A quick blush crept up Taylor’s face again and he shook his head, “No…I think I’ve done enough dancing tonight.”
Lauren suppressed a smirk, “Oh come on…you’re coming out and that’s final so accept it. C’mon Ike let’s go get our fuck on.”
Ike gave a chuckle, “I’m not a man to complain,” he said to his brother as Lauren led him by the hand out.

The club they were headed to, Mantra, was relatively close to the apartment. The line to get inside was already around the block, which is by far no big surprise for New York City. However, Lauren knew the bouncer who was someone her co-worker Skye used to date frequently a couple of months ago.
She made her way through the crowd and caught eyes with him giving a small wave, “Hi sexy!” she called trying to sound as seductive as possible.
The man grinned broadly and reached to give her a kiss on the cheek, “How goes it?”
“Oh it goes well,” she said with a wink, pulling Ike and Tay to her sides as escorts, “it goes very well now that I know I’ll be able to get in and take off this hot restricting coat.”
The man gave a chuckle and motioned with his head for them to go in, “you take care of my girl,” he said to the guys and gave her a slap on the ass before she entered completely.
By no means did Lauren exactly like the bouncer especially when he leered at her or when she had to pretend to flirt and show off her tits but, hey, this is New York…you gotta give a little to get a little. That’s the way this city is. And she was always good at giving if you catch my drift.

Mantra itself was a dance club that was solely influenced by trendy Southeast Asia; there were vibrant and seductive colors everywhere; rooms with giant floor pillows, floors made of mattresses even. A hookah lounge, an oxygen bar, and private VIP rooms of course, three dance floors….it was definitely a place to be. A large group of entertainment was also in the club; belly dancers, snake charmers, waiters and waitresses dressed as Indian dancers…it was sex, that’s all there was to it.
Ike quickly motioned that he planned on going to the bar to get something to drink and that left Lauren and Taylor by themselves off the to the side. Tay gave an impressed glance around the club and smiled at the hot waitress who glided past and also gave him a wink. Taking her chance Lauren took Taylor’s hand and leaned in as close as she could, “so am I going to see what you got, or what?”
He gave an awkward glance towards her and gave a half shrug, “don’t you think we should wait for Ike?”
Lauren rolled her eyes and quickly led him to the floor, “I am not a girl who waits,” she said forcefully, wrapping his arms around her back and her leg around his hip, “now fucking dip me!”
And he did with a laugh and swept her back and up again with poise.

A middle-eastern like song came on and she quickly pressed her backside to him and began to roll her body, with her arms out and up gracefully swaying like a snake charmer seducing her prey.
She could feel his eyes on her body as she rubbed against his thigh and his hands found their way to the side of her waist, before they turned her around and pressed his chest against hers, looking down at her with desirous eyes. Lauren pursed her lips and wrapped her hands through his hair at the back of his neck, keeping his knee between her legs; she hadn’t spent the better of six years clubbing and taking dance lessons for nothing. She decided to slide her knee a little closer to his hips as she continued to sway her body; he bit his lip and ever so slightly closed his eyes before placing his hands towards her backside, bringing her closer.

Wherever Ike was, Lauren couldn’t have cared less. This has got to be a family thing, she thought as he fondled the back of her neck and her backside. She wished everyone would have disappeared so she could be doing what she wanted to do for the past five minutes. Eventually she thought, fuck it, and really began giving him a once over as she turned around and wrapped his arms across her chest and pressed her ass into his crotch. It was too dark for anyone to really notice; the room was filled with gyrating thrashing arms and bodies…hot and full of seduction like liquid airborne X; it was hard not to feel the pulsating red lights inside, beating along with the throb of your heart, quickening your breath. Speaking of which, a ragged sigh came from Taylor’s mouth against the back of her neck, his lips were right against her ear, and she could feel the comings of a 5 o’clock shadow along his skin. Her left hand kept his at her stomach and her right reached behind her entangled in his tresses; she closed her eyes briefly and smiled broadly when he let out a breathy gasp of a moan against her ear. Finally, she thought, progress.
“You like that?” she asked, voice dripping with seduction.
“Oh god…” he said in what sounded like a low growl as she continued to dance.
His quick breathing and let’s just say, noticeable attention jutting into her back, made her grin with control; it’s so easy to get guys to do what you want.

Lauren took a look towards the bar, which was elevated by a few steps and saw Ike holding a couple of drinks, searching the massive crowd for her and his brother.
She turned back around and brought her face very close to his for a few moments before kissing him lightly on the lips…which turned into an intense kiss that made her knees feel weak and her ready to fall to the floor and let him have her way with her.
The song began to patter out and fade into the next remix and she decided to pull away and end the “Holy shit I’m going to consume you, you’re too fucking hot” kiss.

Taylor looked breathless and she noticed a fine sheen of sweat along his face, traveling down the open part of his shirt she convinced him to leave undone, down his chest. Grinning mischievously she left him standing on the dance floor and joined Ike, gratefully grabbing the drink he provided.

“I was wondering where you were,” he said smiling affectionately. “What were you doing?”
“Oh nothing special,” she offered as Taylor began to make his way towards them, “just showing your brother a few moves to welcome him to the neighborhood.”
He raised his eyebrow, “why do I think there’s something else to that?” he asked amusingly suspicious. She gave a bit of a shrug and continued to drink.
Taylor joined them and took the drink from his brother’s hand and drank half of it in one gulp, “it’s hot in here” he said out of breath.
Ike laughed, “well it’s about to get hotter” he mentioned, finishing his drink too and placing it on a table, “let’s go dance, shall we?” he suggested placing his hand on Lauren’s hips.
She placed her cup down and began to walk down the steps to the sunken dance floor ahead of Taylor and Ike.
Tay gave a quick look to his brother with a noticeable feverish gleam in his eyes, “that is one hell of a girl.”
Ike gave a large laugh, “you have absolutely no idea,” he said wrapping his arm around his brother’s ideas, “I could tell you things that would make your head spin.”
“And I do not doubt that whatsoever,” Tay agreed laughing as well.

Lauren began dancing by herself, getting carried away in the music. She turned and saw the two of them nearing her. Ike quickly took his place behind her grabbing her arms and wrapping them back around his neck. She laid her head against his chest and met his lips briefly before sliding down his front and popping her ass on the way up, all the while Taylor watching. Lauren noticed his gaze and she motioned with her finger for him to come closer; she grabbed his hands and began dancing with him as well making a Lauren sandwich which by all means, she highly enjoyed. Seeing Taylor in front of her and feeling Ike behind her she quickly lost her control; feeling the colors and the ragged breath and the music beats thrash in her very skin, setting it afire. Someone was getting laid tonight, that she was definitely sure of.

The D.J. began to spin an up-tempo song and out of the corner of her eye, Lauren could see a flash of gold. She looked over in the direction and saw Zac dancing with two other girls whose hands were all over him. She looked at her partners and feinted being warm and they took the signal as a time to break up and go back towards the bar again. Ike was first to go and Taylor joined him while Lauren sauntered off towards Zac’s direction. His eyes were closed, his face up towards the strobing lights with a very satisfied smile upon his face. Lauren moved a little closer behind him and put her finger on her lips to signal to the girls near-by to not give away her appearance. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her and began dancing with the beat up the music.
Zac’s smile grew wider, “shit Gina…” he said with a sexual growl.
Lauren gave a wink to the other girls and turned him around, “hey orgasm-boy,” she whispered into his ear while dancing down the length of his body.
Zac opened his eyes and he smiled brightly, “what are you doing here?”
She popped back up and put her back up against him, “getting my fuck-on, you?”
He gave a chuckle and smiled, “same.”
The girl, Gina, took her place behind Zac while Lauren pressed against his front; she smiled at the girl, who looked more serious than entertained.
Looking to her left she saw Taylor standing by himself near the bar surveying the crowd; nearby was a group of sluts eyeing him up like a piece of prey, ready to pounce. If it’s one thing she was sure of was that she was going to be the only slut Taylor went home with tonight.

So, leaving Zac with a gratuitous wink and a, “have fun sexy” she went to join the lost looking Taylor.
It was funny. She was attracted to him yes, of course; which isn’t an unusual thing because she was attracted to lots of guys and they always were available to her. But the thing is she actually felt…like she had some urge to protect Taylor while he was standing there being eyed like meat. It was strange.

Taylor caught her eye from the steps up above and waved lamely at her. She grinned in return and hooked her arm under his, “so what have you been doing?”
He gave a wry look and shrugged his shoulders, “feeling like someone is going to attack me” he said motioning to the pack of horny women to his left.
Lauren gave a look and saw the pack of predator-women she noticed before and she laughed, “Obviously you have no idea how to take care of a situation like this,” she said softly, leaning in closer.
He gave her a dubious look as she leaned in close enough to kiss him; it was soft at first. Lauren was surprised he didn’t try to shove his tongue down her throat like his brothers…well then again; they all had a pretty intense relationship. Eventually his mouth began responding harder and he placed his hands on the sides of her face, lightly palming her jaw line.
It was probably, one of the most vulnerable and powerful kisses she had ever experienced.
He let go of her slowly; their lips parted…she could feel his breath against her face and he stared into her eyes for a few brief moments before parting quickly.
“I’m…so sorry I didn’t mean to,” he stumbled along an apology, “honestly I don’t go kissing people I’ve just met…I…”
Lauren grinned; it was cute how he thought that he was imposing upon her. His eyes clouded over with a layer of guilt. She reached and put her hand on his arm, “Taylor…”she said softly, moving in closer again, “don’t be sorry…I” closer still, until she could feel the heat emanating from his lips.
“There youu-are,” slurred a voice behind her. Ike stood, well…swayed rather, behind her smiling gleefully as if he just won a lottery.
“Why are you grinning?” she asked with a laugh as he only blinked with one eye, “and why are you…is there something in your eye?”
“Shhh…” he said noisily and sloppily, “I’m winking at that girl ovuh ther,” he said motioning to the general direction Taylor was in.
“That’s not a girl Ike, that’s your brother.”
Ike looked horrified for a moment and then smiled down at Lauren with a drunk grin, “yer hawwttt,” he then lunged in for a wet and sloppy drunk kiss but Lauren dodged the bullet and got out of the way. However Ike looked nonplussed and he began smiling again after a brief stint of confusion.
“I think…” he said, wavering still, “I am…go-wing dance…go-wing dancing,” and before Taylor or Lauren could do anything he took a step forward towards the dance floor and fell down the steps, out cold.
She stifled a laugh and looked at Tay who looked just as confused.
“Let go have a drink,” she suggested leading him towards the bar where they did several sex-on-the-beach’s. His eyes, once glazed with a bit of remorse were now wide and glazed with happy-alcohol. He smiled genuinely at her and moved in closer, “you are really hot.” He said agreeing with his passed out brother.
Lauren smiled in reply and ran a finger down his chest, “you’re hot too. But do you know what would be really hot?” she asked with a low seductive voice.
“W-what?” he asked, grinning but trying to look serious.
“If we went home together,” she said with a raised eyebrow.
He furrowed his own together, “but we are going home together…I mean…wait”
Lauren began smiling again and put her hand on his shoulder, “I’m going to do something I don’t usually do Taylor I’m going to be honest and I’m going to tell you exactly what I mean. I want you to take me home and I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you have never fucked anyone before and I want to hear you scream my name tonight,” she said bluntly.
He stared at her and blinked a few times without really saying much, “wow…um…okay…I…but shouldn’t we do something about Ike?” he asked looking over at his passed out brother still lying on the steps.
Lauren rolled her eyes, “Fuck no, let’s go get it on.”
And with that she pulled him out of the club, managing to stick her tongue out at the group of whores who glared at her for getting to leave with Taylor first.

The two of them stumbled home the fifteen blocks, literally holding each other up. Taylor reached for his key in his back pocket but by the look on his face, he seemed to have misplaced it. Lauren, without a second glance, swiped the key from above the door frame again and opened the lock, pulling Taylor inside by the shirt. He smiled as she kicked the door closed and threw her coat carelessly to the side.

She began walking backwards slowly, motioning with her finger for him to come closer. He chuckled softly and looked away, a noticeable blush creeping up his neck. So she took a few steps forward until she could reach his hands and began pulling him backwards down the hall.

By the time they reached the second bedroom, Lauren had pushed Taylor onto the bed and positioned herself kneeling over him, “so,” she said softly, fingering the buttons of his dress shirt. He looked up at her expectantly and wrapped his fingers behind her neck, guiding her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t as soft; his mouth was heated, tempting her like a snake. She laid herself against him; a myriad of recollection warped together in her thoughts….his body, nude, hot, pressed up against her body as they moved to a heavy bass intrinsically, like animals. The thoughts raced in her head faster and faster, entering into her veins like a drug, quick to the touch.
She ran her hand down his shirt, popping the buttons one by one as he warmly placed his hands underneath her shirt at the small of her back, working his way up new flesh. She gave a moan of anticipation and reached to pull her shirt off; he fumbled with her to remove the clothing and she laughed, giving him a soft kiss before sitting back up, reaching behind her with one hand to unclasp her bra…the other placed gingerly on his temperate flesh. Finally with succession she pulled the straps from off of her shoulders slowly, and removed the bra from its entirety, letting it drop to the floor.

Taylor looked up at her and blinked a few seconds before moving her off his body and onto the bed, “I think I’m going to be sick” he said, fleeing the bedroom into the hall. She lay there, half naked, the cold goose-pimpling her flesh as she heard him get sick in the bathroom. Running a hand through her hair she yelled out meagerly, “are you okay?”
He reappeared at the door frame, slumped against it looking tired and worn, “yeah” he spoke quietly. She stood up and placed her hands around his shoulders, opened the bedspread and told him to get in. She put her shirt back on and went to remove his shoes and his pants before climbing in behind him; her face right against the back of his neck.
“Sorry,” he offered meagerly. She shrugged her shoulders quietly finding nothing to say.

Taylor turned over and faced her, “I…” he began, feeling the loss of words too, “I…just broke up with someone.” His face twisted into a grimace and she thought he may start crying, “I’m just not ready for---” she cut him off by opening her arms and letting him lay there against her, running a hand through his hair in hopes to comfort him.
The only action she’d be seeing, Lauren thought, would be in her dreams.

Ike awoke groggily. It was extremely bright and the light felt as if it was stabbing his head with a knife several times. He felt around for the cord to pull the shades down; feeling…feeling…feeling…no cord, no wall, no window…what the?

Peering with one eye open, his hand above his head meagerly shading the light he took a look around his surroundings. It was all white; a dresser lay open with panties and bras spilling from the top drawers. A chair off to his right held his clothes and…a girl’s…; he sat straight up in bed quickly, muttering “FUCK” loudly as he held his head and winced in pain. Jesus, who turned on the lights!

Someone moved in the room next to him; he turned his head as the steps got closer. A girl’s head appeared, then her body, leaning against the doorframe, “Morning,” she said in what sounded like an attempted voluptuous voice. “Lover…” she added, moving to traipse to the bedside but instead tripped against a Nike cross-trainer and landed with a loud thump on the floor, her face making a giant “O” of surprise.

She popped up from the floor swiftly and smiled embarrassed, “I’m okay.”
Ike groaned and fell back against the bed again. She joined him and ran her hand through his hair, “it’s okay, you can rest here as long as you want while I go make some breakfast, ‘Kay?” she asked chipper, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before bounding off down the hallway again; “I’m never fucking drinking again” he groaned loudly.

“What’s that lover?” said the girl.
“Nothing!” he replied wincing, “whoever the fuck you are…damn you alcohol.”

Zac walked into the apartment early, early being one pm. He immediately saw a woman’s coat flung off to the side and with an impish grin he walked quietly down the hallway fighting a mild urge to yell “score” to Ike and whomever he brought home. However before he got to Ike’s room he saw that his door was partly closed and from the view he noticed a black lace bra laying across the floor; “Oh come on, not in my bed” he said annoyed. Pushing the door open he nearly choked on his shock, “Lauren?” he said laughing, doubling over.

She was sitting up in bed looked befuddled, her hair completely fussed and sticking up on one side and sleeping soundly next to her was his brother, out like a light; his brother, Taylor.

She put a finger to her lips and signaled him to be quiet as she got up and pushed him out of the room, shutting the door quietly.
“What are you doing with…I mean…Jesus he’s been here a day! You do not take long to…honestly what if Ike were to have come home and”
“ZAC!” she said angrily, holding her head, “I didn’t sleep with him. Jesus.”
He rolled his eyes and grinned harder, “yeah okay sure you didn’t, I know you.”
She punched him hard in the arm, “That’s for being smart. I was going to fuck him but we didn’t get that far. He puked after I took off my top…and no not because I took off my top before you go saying it. And then, fell asleep.” She explained limping to the kitchen.

Zac laughed again, louder now that he could, “he puked? Ha-ha oh man that’s priceless why do I always miss these things? That’s my brother, the ladies’ man.”
Lauren rolled her eyes and groaned, sinking into an armchair after futilely searching for coffee, “Zac…”she groaned, “I need caffeine, make me some.”
He stood close to her, “and why should I? You hit me, I’m angry at you.”
“Please?” she asked as sweet as she could manage hung-over, “what will it take for you to make me coffee?”
He suppressed a grin and moved closer to her lips, “that remains to be seen…”
She ran her finger across his lips softly, “I’ll give you a blow-job” she said with a gratuitous wink.
He laughed and kissed her lightly, “for that I’ll do just about anything,” and quickly set off to grind some beans.
“Thank-God,” she said sinking further into the seat, “I thought I’d have to do something myself.”
“So what happened to Ike? I saw you guys talking and then I couldn’t find you again but then some tall girl was helping him up off the floor,” he said laughing at the thought, “and I was all, what the fuck is he doing on the floor?”
“He sort of…uh passed out.” She muttered gratefully accepting the cup of warm liquid.
“He passed out?”
“Mmhmm,” she said chuckling at the memory.
“And then what…”
“What do you mean, and then?”
“Well, why was he on the still ground when you left?”
“ ‘Cuz we left him…on the ground…when we left?” she said confused.
“You just left him passed out…didn’t you…but”
“I was planning on getting my fuck on and I was drunk,” Lauren offered lamely, “and he was leering at his own brother besides. I knew some nice lady would take him home and care for him…he’d be too drunk to be picky anyways,” she said this time laughing loudly.

Ironically, Ike walked into the apartment looking really, really pissed.
“Hey, the man of the hour,” Zac said brightly.
“You!” he said pointing at Lauren.
“Me?” she asked drinking more.
“You fucking left me. On the floor! And I woke up and I didn’t know where I was!”
Zac and Lauren looked at each other and stifled the urges to laugh.
Ike angrily pushed past them and poured himself coffee, “and then I fucking woke up with this girl who…Jesus…called me lover all the time and fucking fell down twice, what the hell is with that?” he asked lamely.
He sat down at the couch and sighed angrily, “and like there was just…you have no idea…I don’t even know where to begin,” he said taking a sip.
Zac laughed hard and fell to the ground.
“Trolls…there were fucking troll dolls everywhere I swear to God. I awoke in a fucking den of troll-sin. I left the apartment and she’s all, ‘you liked this last night and I was thinking I don’t have a name for it so I’m naming it Ikey’ and I just fucking took off.” Even Lauren spit up her coffee laughing, “She knocked on the window as I started walking down the street and made the thing fucking WAVE GOODBYE,” he said truly confused.
Lauren and Zac were now laughing freely, gasping for breath as Ike began softening his scowl and joined grinning.
“It was a scary bedroom” he said freely offering information now, “you’ll never know what it’s like to wake up and have no idea where you are. And she folded my clothes…seriously and they smell clean. She folded and washed my clothes…do we not find something wrong with this picture?”
Zac rolled over, still laughing, “You fucked Mary Poppins with a troll neurosis.”
Lauren kicked him with her foot, “he’s had a traumatic experience” she said, standing up, moving to sit on his lap.
“Oh, my poor Ikey-poo,” she cooed, pressing his face against her chest, “my poor baby is scarred.”
“It’s going to take a lot for me to not think about that,” he said trying to sound pitiful.
She leaned down and kissed him, “we’ll think of a way to fuck the pain away, okay?” she asked patting his head like a boo-boo.
He grinned mischievously and moved in to kiss her more forcefully nearly knocking her coffee out of her hand, she squealed as he pushed her backwards so that he could lay on top of her.
Ike gave Zac a look and he took his exit, “no need to say another word” he explained still shaking his head and saying “troll neurosis ha-ha you sure know how to pick them Ike.”

As soon as he disappeared down the hall Ike looked back at Lauren and grinned mischievously, “now where were we…”
“Did you take a shower yet?” Lauren asked, a grin ebbing at the corners of her mouth.
Ike looked confused, “why?” he asked, “do I smell or something?”
“Well…no but, I don’t want any troll cooties on me or anything,” she said laughing. He playfully hit her and rubbed himself over her body yelling “troll cooties, troll cooties!” all the while giggling like a three year old.

“Why are you people shouting about trolls?”
Lauren pushed her head further backwards and saw Taylor standing in the hallway looking sleepy and annoyed.
“Ha-ha-ha fucking trolls!” Zac said still laughing in his room.
Rolling his eyes he followed the smell of coffee and poured himself a glass, taking a sip slowly he let his arm rest against the counter and a dreamy smile came upon his face, “Ahh” he said satisfied.
“So, how did you sle-”
Taylor motioned Ike to be silent, and waited another ten full seconds until he opened his eyes and said, “You may continue.”
“How did you sleep?”
Lauren avoided Taylor’s gaze and ran her finger around the mouth of her coffee cup as he spoke, “really good actually, Lauren got me home safe and sound.”
“Well that’s good,” Ike agreed with a smile kissing Lauren’s cheek, “that’s my girl, above and beyond the call of duty.”
Lauren blushed slightly, feeling Taylor’s eyes on her now more than ever.
“Yeah she’s something alright, definitely deserves a merit badge for helpful service.”
Lauren gave a quick cough and stood up, “I think I’ve had enough caffeine,” she said breaking the moment, moving to put her cup in the sink.
She walked around the counter and grabbed her coat, “I think I should get going, you know go home and take a shower or something.”
Ike shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, though I’d rather you stay and take a shower here” he said with a wink.
Lauren laughed uncomfortably and shook her head, “no I think a shower by myself is a good idea.” Ike stood and wrapped his arm around her waist, “well, give me a call later and tell me what’s going on” he said, moving in to kiss her.
She dodged his lips and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “not in front of your brother” she chided carefully.
“Why? You’ve never cared before…” Ike mentioned smiling with bemusement.
“Yeah…well, I’m…I’ll see you later. Taylor it was nice to meet you,” she said, reaching to shake his hand. He reached over the counter and grabbed her hand, moving it slowly up and down gazing at her with unavoidable intensity.
She retracted it quickly and left without looking back, hurrying towards the elevator and through the front doors.
The cool air rushed against her warm cheeks she almost cried in surprise. Her face was burning like someone turned up the heat by 20 degrees.
She briskly began walking down the block when she heard a door behind her slam and someone begin running, thinking nothing of it she shoved her hands in her pocket, feeling chilly from the sudden contrast of temperature.
“Lauren!”
Turning around slowly she saw Zac jog to join her, he placed his arm around her neck and she quickly shoved it off, “someone might see” she said looking back at the apartment building.
“You didn’t say goodbye to me,” he explained putting his arm around her again, “I was beginning to think you didn’t like me anymore and replaced me with Tay. You know, out with the old in with the new?”
She shrugged his shoulder off her again and gave him an annoyed look, “first of all, nothing happened with Taylor and I. Second, I was drunk Zac you know how I,” a seductive grin of knowledge spread on Zac’s face and her anger melted. “You know how I get,” she said softer, “and third I never said I was giving you up” she mentioned, thrusting her arms underneath his coat, wrapping them in his warmth. He laughed jovially and ran a hand through her hair, “I didn’t think so.”

“So what happened with you last night?” Lauren asked as they crossed the street, heading towards her work.
Zac gave her an amused look, “I don’t kiss and tell.”
Lauren laughed loudly, “You mean fuck and tell sweetie?”
“Maybe.”
“Mmhmm,” she said knowingly, “I know you…and I know,” she looked down towards his waist and brought her attention back up his eyes, “well let’s just say I know all of you and I’m sure sex was a big part of last night. So which one was it?”
He turned his head avoiding her gaze, suddenly interested in the store front windows, which as of now was maternity clothing.
She slapped him, “you didn’t!?”
He smiled wider but didn’t return her gaze.
“Zachary! You’re such a whore! I can’t believe you, yelling at me!” she said shocked but laughing.
He shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t say anything.”
Lauren gave him a suspicious look but didn’t go on.

By the time they entered the coffee shop Lauren felt all her energy completely melt from her body. She walked behind the counter and reached underneath, looking for her paycheck. After several moments of blind feeling she managed to find it, “Aha! There you are.”
She ripped it open and a bright smile quickly grew on her face, “score.”
Zac raised his eyebrow, “score you’re taking me to a strip club or score we’re renting a 99 cent movie?”
Lauren looked up briefly, “score I’ll rent you a hooker.”
“Score!” he agreed happily.
Lauren’s co-worker Skye wandered out of the backroom slowly, looking a bit dazed.
“Hey Skye, how’re you?”
She looked up lost for a moment and then cocked her head to one side, “are you working today?”
Lauren shook her head, “Hell no. Just getting my paycheck and getting some free coffee my co-worker will let me have.”
Skye shrugged her shoulders and frowned slightly, “Okay.” She walked back down the hallway towards the office.
“What the hell was that about?” Zac asked, joining Lauren behind the counter.
She made a noise, “private personnel only!” she said shoving him over which really didn’t do anything.
“She looked…”
“Stoned?” Lauren finished.
He grinned, “Something like that yeah.”
Lauren began mixing things together; her own little drink she often made when she needed to stay awake for all day shifts or finish writing some music.
“Taste,” she demanded handing a cup to Zac.
He took a sip and began coughing violently, “Oh man, what the hell was that.”
She laughed hard and muttered, “lightweight” while taking a large gulp. “Mmm, caffeine.”
“I think there should be an octane level on that thing,” he mentioned wiping his mouth.
Lauren winked and put her drink down, so that she could place her hands on his chest, “you know…caffeine is a good thing.”
“Why’s that?”
“It makes me want to…” she wiggled her eyebrows.
“Really…”
What was a hot moment was broken by a family with two screaming toddlers.
“Can I get a coffee?” yelled the father loudly, trying to be heard over his children.
“And aspirin? Do you sell aspirin? Oh God I need aspirin…” the mother spoke holding her head wincing.
“Yeah hold on a second, let me go get you someone who can help,” Lauren said trotting off to the office.
She opened the door and was greeted by a cloud of smoke. There Skye sat, drinking a giant glass of something...whatever it was it smelled horrible, and beside her a shiny glazed pipe rested in her hand. She was leaning back in the boss’s chair, her eyes closed as she blew out a giant puff of smoke. Lauren coughed as it wafted her way and felt herself get a little tingly.
“Skye!” she yelled, “what the hell are you doing?”
Skye looked up slowly, “getting baked. Why? Do you want a toke?”
Lauren furrowed her eyebrows, “Uh…no. You’re on shift Skye, there are customers. You should go take care of them and then smoke. Okay?”
Skye nodded her head but still sat there.
“Now would be good,” Lauren mentioned.
“Oh,” she said coolly, “okay.” She got up and stumbled to the door, giggling slightly but continuing to the front.

Eventually the screaming family left after Lauren handled them herself. Skye stood there gawking at Zac while she worked, instead of actually doing anything productive; while Zac felt slightly uncomfortable.
“Lauren…your friend is…hot,” she said slowly as if it was the most natural comment as ‘the sky is blue’.
Lauren raised her eyebrow and Zac looked confused yet pleased; even if she was sort of insane person it was always nice to get one’s ego buffed.
“You have this aura…”she said moving towards him, her arms raised feeling an imaginary bubble around him, “that’s really bright and sexy. I’m so turned on, like seriously,” she mentioned, continuing to feel the invisible area.
Zac grinned stupidly, “really?”
“Yeah,” Skye kept moving in closer until Lauren threw a metal cup in the sink breaking the girl’s concentration.
Zac looked over at her too, looking as if he just woke out of a daze, “did you say something?”
“Yeah I did,” Lauren said angrily, “get back to your fucking job Skye.” She walked around the counter and grabbed Zac by the arm along with her jacket and left the building. “Fuck that if I’m going to stay and do her fucking job while she fucking stares at your aura. Fucking stoners.”
Zac cracked up laughing so hard that he physically stopped, bent over, holding his stomach. Whatever upset Lauren ebbed and she couldn’t stop the twitches of a smile at the corners of her mouth until she joined him laughing as well.
“Why are we laughing?” She asked regaining some breath.
Zac just shook his head amused, “I’m not really sure, but only with you Lauren do I have these kinds of days.”
She smiled and reached for his hand, “what kind of day is that?”
“The kind of days where I’m happy to be alive,” he mentioned, bringing her hand to his lips to give it a kiss.
Lauren grinned stupidly, “Aww, you say that to all the ladies, playa.”
He responded with a laugh and squeezed her hand, “only to you boo, only to you.”

They continued the long walk to her apartment together until Zac randomly stopped at some store, claiming it really urgent, and told her he’d meet her later. She asked what it was about but he just began bellowing with laughter…she thought she could make out “fucking trolls” but then again she wasn’t too sure.