Alex
Alex swore, flooring it out of their driveway. "A job," she said, irritated. "I don't want to get a fucking job. I'm in goddamn High School still."
Her father had sat Toni, Sam, and her down earlier that Thursday morning and had given them a new rule to follow.
"I want each of you girls to try and find a job," he said.
"But Daddy, we have lots of money!" Toni complained, adopting her "baby of the family" persona. She only used it when Alex wasn't around to take the fall or she really wanted something from her parents. Their mother didn't ever succumb to her charms, but their father was susceptible to them.
"I know we do, and you won't ever have to ask if you need something, but you need to learn the value of a hard day's work," he said.
Their mother, Claire, was sitting next to him, nodding in agreement. "All you girls do is sit around and watch T.V., or go out with your boyfriends," she said.
Alex rolled her eyes as she thought back to the conversation.
"I can see if there's anything they can pay me to do at Church!" Sam said, smiling excitedly.
"That's a good idea, sweetheart," her dad replied.
"But Daddy," Toni said, starting the waterworks and tearing up.
"Don't start with me Toni," he said, shaking his head. "That worked when you were little. You're an adult and you're going to be getting a job. It can't be full time, but you need to have something for after school and on weekends. Both of your older brothers have jobs, and now so will you girls."
Alex had grown irritated.
Toni pleaded, but her dad was just growing more impatient. "You'll do it and that's final!" he yelled, glaring at her.
Alex stood and glared back at him. "Don't yell at her!" she screamed.
"Alex, calm down," he said, raising his hands defensively. "I know you're protecting her, but this is going to happen."
She continued to glare though, thoroughly pissed. Grabbing her keys and purse, she'd stomped from the room and left.
She didn't really know where she was going, but she knew that she needed to cool off before she said something that got her in further trouble. It was nice having a vehicle that she could do that in. After an hour or so, she drove back home and apologized to her parents for losing her cool again. "I just get so mad so quickly when it concerns Toni. I'm sorry. I don't know why that happens."
"Oh, we know," Marcus, her father, said chuckling. "Do you remember third grade? That little boy hit her in the face with the tether ball and you went and sat on him, punching him in the stomach, and then Toni told you later that it had all been an accident."
Alex nodded smugly.
"Or sixth grade when that other girl called her something and made her cry, you went and yanked her by the hair up against the wall and punched her in the stomach?" Claire brushed a hair away from Alex's face lovingly as she reminisced.
She snickered and nodded, accepting her mother's hand.
"Or eighth grade, when those trailer trash skanks tried to corner me. You punched one and then another, and another before they even knew what was happening." Alex turned and saw Toni come in to sit next to her. She leaned in and laid her head on Alex's shoulder. "Love my big sister," she said, pouting playfully at her. Alex rolled her eyes, kissing her on the forehead.
"She's always been our little scrapper," her dad said, smiling. "You never know girls, you might actually like your jobs."
Toni shook her head and frowned. "I don't think I will Daddy." Her features brightened for a second as she turned to look at him. "If I don't like it, can I quit?"
"Sure!" he said. "Then you get to go and find another one!"
She frowned, rolling her eyes and standing. "Fine," she said, exasperated and irritated that she couldn't whine her way out of it. She left the room in a tiff and pulled Alex upstairs. As soon as they were out of earshot she turned and whispered, "Don't tell them, but I think I have a plan."
Alex sighed. "Let's just do what they ask, Toni. They're serious this time."
"Listen, Sam might have her job all lined up, the little Jesus-freak, but we don't," she said, stopping and turning. "I've heard of a business here in town that might be right up our alley." Toni smiled at her and winked. "Wanna take a drive with me?"
Alex sighed, knowing that she was probably not going to like this.
"Are you fucking crazy?" she asked 30 minutes later.
"What? It's perfect!" Toni said, hopping out.
Alex looked at the small building, standing on its own in a half deserted part of town. It was small and had a drive-through window. A pretty girl was standing there, looking down into a car as she passed a cup of coffee to him.
"She's wearing a damn bikini," Alex pointed out.
"She's a bikini barista," Toni replied.
"Mom and Dad will never go for this," Alex told her.
"Mom and Dad don't drink coffee, and Dad doesn't work on this side of town. Mom always gets her groceries from the store near our house. They don't have to know. We can tell them we serve coffee at a coffee house."
Alex sighed, knowing that before too long, Toni was going to get her caught up in one of her schemes.
"Plus, look at the name," Toni said, pointing at the sign.
"Twin Mountain Coffee Company?" Alex asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Come on, the owner is going to love us," Toni said. "It won't work if you don't do it with me."
"You're gorgeous enough on your own to work there," Alex informed her.
"Aleeeeeeex," Toni whined. She stared at her, bottom lip protruding for a few long moments.
She sighed. "Fine!" she said loudly, exasperated.
That evening, Alex and Toni drove to where they were meeting the businesses owner, Mr. Kazinsky.
"Alex and Toni I presume?" the overweight man said, standing and shaking their hands. "You two are gorgeous!" he said, smiling. "Irwin Kazinsky," he said.
"Alessandra and Antonia," Toni said, pointing at each of them, "but Alex and Toni are just fine."
He smiled and nodded. The interview was cursory, Alex could tell by the way he'd kept ogling them that they were going to get the job. They discussed the base pay and that most of their money would come from tips. They discussed what was legal, what was illegal and what was a gray area.
"Basically, you can wear anything you like, as long as your nipples and your pussies are covered," he said. Alex didn't like the way he spoke, almost like he was spraying the word pussy when he said it. "Police do come by and check on us every once in a while, so you have to be careful if you flash the customers for a bigger tip."
"So would any bikini work, or are there limits?" Toni asked
"A few wear bikinis, some wear lingerie. I've even had one use pasties on her nipples and the tiniest bikini bottoms you've ever seen!" Mr. Kazinsky grinned excitedly as he spoke, spittle flecking his lips. He ran a single hand across his mouth to dry it.
"We'll let you know," Alex said, pulling Toni away and leaving.
Alex tried to get Toni to agree to talk about it outside, but it was no use. She'd decided and there was no stopping her. She turned around and went back into the building and said that they'd be glad to accept the positions that he offered. They talked about scheduling and when they'd work.
As they drove back home, Toni was literally bouncing with excitement. Alex rolled her eyes in frustration.
"You'd better start picking out stuff for us to wear if we're going to do this, and you'd better hope that mom and dad don't find out where we're working," she said.
"Aww, baby," Toni said. "I think you'll love working there. I get to make you do naughty things and we can let them take dirty pictures of us. Think about how much we can make in tips if we let them take pictures of the two of us! Two gorgeous twins like us in skimpy bikinis?"
Alex sighed. "It's not that I'm not excited about having more money than dad gives us," she said. "I'm just clearly the more levelheaded and I'm just worried about mom and dad or someone else we know finding out."
"You and I both know that you don't give a shit what people at school think of us," Toni said.
"That's not correct," Alex said. "I don't like them thinking bad about you. I don't give a shit if they think I'm a slut."
"Aww, sweetie," Toni said, her face beaming as she leaned over and tried to put her hand in between Alex's legs.
"Stop it, Toni," Alex said. "I don't think you've thought this through."
The words were lost on Toni though, and she began to sing along with the radio.
Alex sighed and shook her head.
That rest of the week had proceeded normally for Alex. The teachers continued to grope her, as did the boys in her class. She wasn't all that bothered by it anymore, truth be told, and actually tended to encourage it. They'd approach and she'd slide into a secluded corner to give them a modicum of privacy, her arms out wide. Some were brazen and groped her breasts openly, now quite sure that she didn't mind. Others jiggled her shoulders playfully and sent her breasts swaying, to which she laughed and shook her head, signaling to them that she knew exactly what they were doing.
Principal Jeffries didn't seem fazed at all by their previous encounter in his office, when she'd let him shoot his load into her mouth so she could swallow it. They still met every morning in the same corner of the main hallway near his office. She'd back into a corner for him and he'd run his hand along her ass. He was growing more and more brazen, though. Wednesday had been a simple squeeze of her rump, Thursday was a squeeze and some fingers sliding along her crack for a few seconds, and Friday was an attempt to lift her skirt, his fingers cool on her butt-cheek. She quickly shook a finger at him admonishingly.
Saturday evening, she poked her head into Toni's room. "When is Wade coming back by to practice with me?" she asked.
Toni looked up and smiled. "I can text him anytime sweetie. Tomorrow?"
Alex nodded. "Make it earlier than last time. I'm swimming at the Logan's tomorrow."
Toni nodded. "Letting those little pervs and that lecherous old man ogle you?"
Alex smiled. "Maybe," she replied, turning and leaving the room.
"Sluuuuuuuuut," Toni said, playfully shaking her head in mock admonishment. "I'm picking your suit then," she yelled. Alex couldn't control herself and grinned widely.
