mandyghfan

They say don't go into business, or to bed, with friends. But what if those friends are four hardcore rich and handsome alpha players? Did I really think I could keep it clean with guys like that? And when reality set in, I realized dirty was much more fun. That's my kind of business. Four different men, alpha as hell, and serious as hell about their special, secret nightclub. The biggest thing they had in common? Me, and what they wanted to do to me behind closed doors.

When you think about how easy it is to lose keys, phones, sunglasses and your dignity on social media, you might figure it'd be a cinch for me to ditch my V Card. You'd be wrong. At 25, I run a successful business, live in a fantastic apartment, and have fabulous friends to go out with any night of the week. And yet I'm still a card-carrying member of a club I don't want to belong to anymore. Good thing I know just the man for the deflowering job - my brother’s business partner and best friend.

Some call me "the good twin". If you met my brother, Justin, you'd agree. But with us Cocker Brothers, what exactly is 'good' anyway? Every single one of us will rip your dress rather than slide it off. We'll talk dirty until you slap our faces. Then beg for more. And more. And...oh my gawd...more. Yes, yes, yes.