We do not own Twilight or any of the Twilight universe.

That is all owned by Stephanie Meyer.

We are however, owned by these characters.

They speak to us, but we wish they did more, a lot more. ;-p

Okay so you know how we got started on this tale of smutty goodness- All hail Dena my twilight guru, who got me into the series.

I have to dedicate this chapter, and my first fanfic piece ever to the High Priestess of Awesome, My best friend Dena. You inspired me with you words, and had faith in my abilities, thank you. I hope I make you proud! Let the games begin!

On a side note, although we have thus far decided to make all of the characters human, we have decided to gift them with abilities for added fun….

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JPOV (De – MonksGodMamaDe)

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Here we go again.

Jesus Fucking Christ, does Edward really have to allow these skanks to attach themselves to his dick the second he walks into a club?

I stare at him from my position at the end of the bar, watching as the blond hoochie continues to rub her tits all over his chest while she grinds into him reeking of lust. Well I guess if that's what does it for you...

I scan the writhing bodies on the dance floor, hoping to see anyone that may make this night turn out worthwhile. Short blond with a decent ass....brunette with the legs for miles...another brunette, short but stacked... it's like being a kid in a candy store, at least for Edward, but somehow, nothing is tantalizing my more discerning palate. I always say, why stuff your face with fucking Big Macs, when a beautiful, rare filet is really what you are craving?

And then I see her, and I feel my juices start to flow. I 'm not sure what it is about her, I can't seem to quite put my finger on it. Although, I wouldn't mind putting my finger, or fingers more accurately, in it, I think with a grin. She is average height, tight little body with firm perky tits, a round ass, and milky porcelain skin that looks positively delicious next to the contrast of her dark, almost black hair with streaks of red swirling through it. Even from here I can see her emerald colored eyes, and I immediately picture them underneath me, rolling up in ecstasy.

Oh fuck!

I see her walking towards Edward and the trashy blond. Shit, shit, shit. I try to catch Edward's eye, so I can call dibs. On the rare occasion that he, Emmett or I are after the same piece of tail, usually calling it entitles us to the first crack. But it's in vain, I see my filet eyeing Edward appreciatively, like he is what she has been craving. I tell myself, well she hasn't seen you, otherwise who knows? She presses up against him and whispers into his ear. Shit shit shit! I can see that Edward is not blind to the undeniable charms of this one, and for a moment I am tempted to send out a wave of annoyance, just to interrupt their flirting. I realize although she may not know what was going on; Edward would immediately realize I was fucking his game up. I can feel the lust and sex roll off of them in waves; damn I can feel myself getting hard even though I am yards away from them.

I see the blond shoot daggers at the hottie as she stalks off, anger, annoyance and embarrassment that she didn't even stand a chance next to her. Edward leans in and whispers into the hottie's ear, I see the little flicker of her pink tongue across her ruby lips as their lusciousness curl into an inviting smile. He put his hand on the small of her back and guides her towards the bar, only a few seats away from where I am trying desperately to figure out my next course of action.

Before I can decide what I should do, Edward sees me, glances down at my hard-on and suppresses a laugh as they walk right up to me. She is so close that if I lean a foot forward, my mouth will be on hers.

"Hey Jazz, what's up buddy? Meet Bella, Bella this is my brother Jasper."

"Nice to meet you Jasper" She purrs. I am tongue tied when she says my name; her voice is like sex on a stick. I want to grab her, bend her over the bar, and make her scream it, over and over again.

These thoughts doing nothing but make my erection even more obtrusive, I am sure she can feel the heat radiating off of me.

"Hello Bella, it is my pleasure to meet you." Would you like to go back to our loft now so that I can fuck you 6 different ways to Monday?

"Can I get you something to drink?" Real smooth!

I see Edward smirking as he gets a flash of the myriad of sexual fantasies flying through my head about our Miss Bella.

"Sure, I'll have whatever you boys are having."

"Well my dear, I'm a scotch man, while this pussy over here usually just drinks beer, sometimes a gin and tonic." I smile at Edward, as I see the smile leave his face, just for a moment. She grins back at both of us, oblivious, or enthralled by the competition between my dear brother and me, I am not sure.

"Actually I do love a good scotch." Jesus, I may come in my fucking pants, not only is she hot, but she drinks SCOTCH! All these little bar whores that Edward attracts usually request Long Island Iced Teas or Sex on the Beach; but this one, Scotch, honest to god Scotch. The shock must have shown on my face because she laughs a low, throaty chuckle.

"What, does that surprise you? I don't believe in doing anything half-assed. If I am having a drink, it better count. Anyways, I love my boys; Jose, Jack, Jim, and Johnny." She says with a smile. I signal the bartender, who with a flick of my wrist is in front of us, knowing that an overly generous tip awaits him every time he comes running. He pours us two highballs half full of Johnny, Blue Label of course and another of Bombay and tonic for Edward. She raises her glass, "Salud, Amor y Dinero*, and of course new friends," tips it to her lips, and swallows the amber liquid like she was drinking water. I think I am in love.

*my usual toast, in Spanish means Health, Love and Money