Two twin cats competing for his
“You’re just a jealous bitch because I could always fuck them better than you!”
Francine glare hardened “I hate you,” she whispered loudy.
Patricia glare hardened into an identical face “I don’t exactly like you either.” she whispered back.
Francine got up quickly and walked toward the door. Three steps away from the table she turned to lay down the gauntlet to her sibbling. “Next time I see you, your a dead woman.”
Patricia retorted “Not if I see you first!”
That was two weeks ago.
Being an owner of a club had it’s priviliges. Through Cid, his head bouncer, he found out the Twins last names, and luckly they were both listed. He had sent a seperate mailings to each of there houses stating that “she” had won a night on the town care of the night club. The night club would supply them with wardrobe, limo, and an escort. After recieving there measurements he sent out identical black designer dresses, nylons, pumps, and even under garmets.
His next step was to make a few modifications to the white limo, he tinted all the windows so not only could you not see in from the outside, but you could not see out from the inside. He also made a modification to the partition seperating the driver from the riders, a mirrored glass that did not allow the passengers to see up front, but allowed the Driver to see all. He cusomized the door locks so that no one could escape from the back seat. And most importantly. he installed a video device in the front passanger seat to capture this magic moment.
