When you are born with the names Bambi and Summer, you are doomed to a certain lifestyle. When you grow to be twin girls who bleach their hair and have huge fake tits, you agree to the fate you were born into.
Bambi and Summer were favorites at the LANDING STRIP, the best upscale gentleman's club in town. It catered to rich businessmen and these men, with their money, catered to Bambi and Summer. The police knew about the "alleged" prostitution, but little was done. Avoiding investigation was Bambi's and Summer's forte, as well.
Their looks would make them a hit at any club. Their willingness to do whatever it took to please a customer would make them even bigger. But the fact that they were twins who looked the way they did and played the way they did made them legendary. They were months away from escaping the land of titty bars. Their spread in PLAYBOY would be out soon enough, just a matter of time.
They loved what they did though. When they stripped, they loved the interaction with the customer. They loved the power. They loved when other women came, trying to show their husbands they were sexy.
That's what they thought they saw tonight. A young woman with short, jet-black hair is sitting alone at the edge of the runway. They were surprised however, when the woman approached them.
"How much for a private show?"
Bambi spoke first, "umm...500 for both of us."
"I will give you an thousand dollars now and a thousand later, if we go upstairs right now." Jade offered.
Summer said nary a word, but grabbed Jade's and Bambi's hand, leading them upstairs to a private room...
"Dinner was wonderful, Shan," Ieasha said.
She joined Jim and Shan for dinner. Jim wanted to introduce them, partly because Jim and Shan were completely open about their other encounters and partly, because he needed to get his mind off the case for a while.
"So, how long have you and Jim been partners?" Shan asked, as she opened another bottle of wine, their third.
"Four days, " she chuckles.
"Wow Jim, you moved quickly, Shan say with a false look of accusation.
"No more quickly than you and I." Jim replied, not taking the bait.
"I am surprised at this. How open you two are."
"We figured out a long time ago that you cannot be happy if you ignore part of yourself. So we embrace it. We are careful, and it makes he and I much closer," Shan explained.
"Speaking of closer, Esha care to join us in the living room."
Ieasha looks at the glass of wine, swirling it back and forth. She makes eye contact with Shan. "I thought you would never ask...
Jade leans back in the leather couch, waiting for her show. Before her is a stripping poll and a 5x5 square of mirrored floor. George Michael's "I Want You Sex" pulse through the small sound system as Bambi emerges, in silver hot pants and a silver shirt, ties off Daisy Duke style.
Wrapping one leg around the pole, she smiles at Jade, "thought you would want a show first."
"You thought correctly,' Jade said, sipping a martini.
Summer struts out to her twin, standing behind her. Wearing the same silver outfit, with additional silver, elbow high clubs, she lightly runs her hands up and down Bambi's hips, sides and lover her breasts.
Jade gets comfortable, drowning in the sea of blond.
With a flip of a wrist, Bambi's top comes off. Jade leans forward, at this point, dying to get a glimpse of Bambi's melons, but Summer has deftly positioned her hands over her sister's orbs.
She grips them tightly for a second, but then loosens her grip. She removes her fingers slowly, revealing more and more of Bambi's faux-tanned tit. She stops, only her middle fingers covering her nipples. She winks at Jade, who nods. On command she moves, the tiny pink bud springing to life. She runs her hands down her sister's belly, sliding them into the waistband of her silver hot pants. Jade can see her hand, through the silver material, sliding into and over her slit. She withdraws her hand, covered with a liquid, visible sign of her excitement. She sashays over to Jade, offering the finger to her succulent lips...
Shan is sitting against the couch, the glass of wine on the floor next to her. She is dressed in a white cotton thong and her white button-down blouse. Ieasha is sitting beside her, her right foot on the ground; leg bent on a 90-degree angle, while the leg nearest Shan is on the ground, pressed against Shan's leg. The two are engaged in a sensuous kiss, their tongues gently exploring their mouths. It is the kind of kiss two lovers share when they feel an instant, deep connection. Shan feels lost in Ieasha's warm mouth. She feels as if she is floating, as if this is the first kiss she has ever experienced and that no other would ever be better. Ieasha's heart is pounding, nervous as to what will happen next. She feels like a 14 year-old girl playing spin the bottle in her folk's basement. She nervously runs her hand up and Shan's neck, feeling her excitement racing. She loves the softness of her skin, the delicacy.
Ieasha moves to her knees, continuing the lip lock. She feels Shan's hand on her arm, running up and down. It stands the tiny hairs up on end.
