Two twin cats competing for his

“Walter, I am going to take the limo tonight.” stated Jarret. “Take the rest of night off.”

“Thank you Sir, shall I keep the light on?”

“No need to Walter.”

Jarret grab the keys and headed for the garage. He had first seen the Twins two weeks ago. Their images were haunting him even now, forever plastered into his mind…

Francine had entered the nightclub first. Her red hair up in a bun, wearing a black skin tight sweater over her perfectly rounded C breasts, her gold patterned vest pronouncing them perfectly. A tight black knee high skirt, her black stockings with black pumps enhanced the elegance of her shapely legs. She sat alone in the corner. It was only when she crossed her legs that he noticed she had on a garter belt, a rarity in this day and age.

She sat alone, nervous and figity, like someone who was very uncomfortable with the situation. Since she was only two tables away, Jarret almost stood up to introduce himself, after all he was the owner of the place as well as five of the other night clubs in the city, not to mention the local power plant. The money he made in a week, most people never saw in a lifetime. And for all the wealth he had, he carried a suprising low profile, and liked to keep it that way. This ravishing red headed marvel, however, intrigued him, and he wanted to know more.