"You're doing what?!" The tall blonde's eyes widened.
The twins looked down. They were even blonder than the dismayed woman, but far shorter, and the older of the two, Sarah, frowned deeply, "I'm sorry, Janelle. We've been dreading telling you, but our ma is really sick and we're moving back to take care of her."
Janelle took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah... I understand. Gotta take care of your family," she smiled weakly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak out; it's just so unexpected. We're right at the beginning of an exciting new season, and the competition..." she stopped herself and shook her head before stepping up to both women. She placed her hand on Sarah and Beth's shoulders and smiled, "Go do what you gotta do. It's been a privilege having you both around, and it's not an understatement to say that we never would have gotten this far without both of you."
Beth began to tear up. She was the quieter of the two futa sisters, but she leapt forward and embraced her boss, "It's been a lot of fun."
Janelle hugged the woman tightly and tried not to cry herself as she swept Sarah into the hug, "It has been." She stepped back and cleared her throat, "I hope your mother's health gets better, and I hope the move goes smoothly. If either of you ever need a job and you're back in L.A., you know where to look."
The three hugged a bit more before Sarah flailed her hands, "That's enough goddamned hugging!" She laughed as she wiped her face, "C'mon, Beth, let's get out of here."
"Do cute."
Cecilia blinked, "How do I do that?"
The girl behind the camera giggled, "You're always cute, I just want you to do a cute pose. These are the pictures we're going to use for the scoreboard, so we have to make sure you're satisfied with it."
The Hispanic futa wasn't exactly sure what the woman meant, but she smiled widely, held a wink and flashed the peace sign at the camera.
"Oh my god, perfect!" The girl, whose skin was a slightly lighter brown than Cecilia's, beckoned her over, "Come and look at this."
Cece scurried over and smiled at the picture that had just been taken, "Muy bonita," she laughed, "My parents would be proud."
The girl standing beside her startled, "Really?"
Cecilia frowned, "No, it was a joke. They are not ashamed of me though, that's what they say, anyway. As long as I keep sending some money back to them to help, I don't think they mind so much what I do for work as long as I feel safe. You're so serious all the time, Rosey," the curly haired girl nudged her playfully, "When are you gonna come hang out with us?"
Rosanna flushed slightly. She'd been working for the shooter girls for over a year, but still wasn't use to the openly flirtatious atmosphere. Most of the shooter girls, new and old, were just naturally relaxed and adaptable, and Rosanna had always been a little reserved when it came to her own sex life.
"Maybe next time," she replied hesitantly as she fiddled with the camera stand. "Mi-na and I are trying to finish..." she trailed off as she heard a commotion coming from the other end of the arena.
"What's going on?" Cecilia cocked her head and looked in that direction. A throng of girls, probably six or seven, were huddling around someone, and all of them were chattering excitedly.
Rosey frowned, "Sarah and Beth are leaving. It's supposed to be a secret, but I'm pretty sure everyone knows."
"Oh no," Cecilia frowned deeply, "Por que?" The girl blinked suddenly and shook her head, "I'm sorry, I mean, how come?"
Rosanna chuckled, "It's okay, you don't need to apologize." When the two had first met, Cecilia had excitedly begun to speak Spanish to her, but like many American hispanics, Rosey didn't speak a lick of the language. Still, a bit of Spanish always slipped out here and there when she was around the girl, but it didn't bother her. If anything, it made her happy that Cecilia felt comfortable enough to let her guard down, but at least she knew what 'por que' meant. "Their mom is sick and needs help at home. If they don't move in with her, she might lose the house and have to go into an assisted living home and all that kind of stuff."
Cecilia looked genuinely upset, "That's so sad! I just barely got here and really have not had a chance to talk with them. They seem fun."
"They are fun," Rosey grinned before she became serious again, "It's going to be a rough season without them; they've been here since the beginning. The whole twin sister southern belle thing is really popular, and I seriously doubt Janelle will ever find another pair like them, even if she does manage to recruit another set of twins."
Cecilia nodded with determination etched into her features, "I'm gonna go wish them luck."
There were far too many girls crowding around the pair for Mitzi's taste, so she sat off to the side until most everyone was done crying and bitching. She'd really been looking forward to competing against either of them, since both of them were contenders, but life happened and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Usually, the tall black girl wasn't the sentimental type, but she at least wanted to thank the pair for everything they'd done for her. As the small crowd died down, she watched Cecilia, one of the newer girls like herself, step up to them and wave goodbye.
"Man, she's got a lot of energy," Mitzi mumbled to herself. She was wearing a slicklube t-shirt ( her sponsor) and a pair of comfortable fitting jeans, and as she stood her shirt crept up a little bit and she pulled it down.
"Hey, guys," Mitzi raised her hand a little awkwardly as Sarah and Beth walked past. "I know we haven't talked much and I'm sad to see both of you go, but I wanted to tell you that the very first clip of the shooter girls I ever saw was of you two."
The twins smiled, "Who was more impressive, me or Beth?" Sarah asked as she glanced at her sister.
Mitzi laughed, "Both of you. I was like, 'what the fuck'," she widened her eyes with a smile. "I thought you were both wearing strapons or something and that I watching some weird fetish shit."
Beth snickered then snorted then blushed, "No, they're attached pretty good."
Sarah took a deep breath and looked Mitzi over, "Well, maybe it's time for us to move over anyway to make room for some new shooters. If I haven't said it before, congrats on getting sponsored before officially going pro; that's a damn impressive accomplishment."
Mitzi wasn't usually affected so much by compliments, but if it was coming from someone she respected, she always got fidgety, "Thanks. Good luck with the move."
Sarah nodded and pointed her finger, "I'm gonna be watching the finals to see who comes out on top; good luck, Mitzi!"
"Good luck to you too with all your family stuff," Mitzi smiled and waved, but her smile turned downward as the pair walked off. "Shit... stupid family stuff."
"You're getting close," the dirty blonde whispered into the brunette's ear, "Just a few more sets."
