07-08-2025, 11:30 PM
It was the first of July, and Lucian Lurid was recounting a stack of money for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of the past hour.
His nerves felt shot as he sat at his desk, making absolutely sure once more that he had counted this right.
Sure enough, he'd gotten the same total he had every other time he'd counted, and that spelled trouble.
Lucian: God damn it! I really thought with business booming we'd have made enough to make this happen without eating too deep into our bloody profits! How the tits is this suddenly going so pear-shaped?
Lucian slammed his fist on his desk, huffing in frustration. Deep down, he knew the answer to his own question and he had nobody but himself to blame, but considering how deep in he was now, he couldn't afford to blame himself because he wasn't the only one who was going to pay at this point.
Certain that he'd missed something, Lucian rifled through his drawers until he found a specific black folder stamped with the word “PROBLEM” in big, bold red lettering. Pulling a checklist from it, he assessed every avenue he had taken for the month to make sure he'd covered every available option, knowing that if he'd exhausted all of them, his only two options were to eat into the profits he was trying to set aside for actual business expenses (and otherwise just having to line his pockets with) or to try and justify a 'pay cut' to all of his performers that would certainly give them reason to riot, especially two in particular...
Lucian: Wait a tick...
Thinking about the two performers in particular that he knew were going to raise hell if he stiffed them this badly on pay had him frantically running his finger down his checklist, noting that he'd collected the pay from the few independent bookings they'd had for June, but as for their SCW pay...
Lucian: Bupkis... that's the missing piece! I swear, if those two sluts finally fucked off and left me to drown, I'm gonna make damn good and sure they're going down with me!
Scrambling to grab his phone (and panicking when he almost knocked the stack of money off his desk), Lucian practically pounded the touch screen with his fat fingers until he dialed the number of one of his top performers. Which one? Like he cared, they were likely together anyway so it really didn't matter. After a few rings he was grinding his teeth through, he finally got an answer.
Gina: What do you want Lucian?
Lucian: I want to know where the fuck you and your sister are with the bloody cut of your SCW pay that you promised me! I swear-
Gia: Will you chill, boss man? We've got your money.
The response from Gina's twin didn't come from over the phone, but rather from directly in front of him. Lucian looked up at the sound and realized that the Glimmer Sisters were just now sauntering into his office, dressed in skin tight black skinny jeans that hugged their ample asses so snugly you could see the faint outline of their panties through the denim and black crop tops that were so small and tight you could've mistaken them for sports bras. Lucian probably would've been drooling over the view, as he practically always did with the twins like the lecherous sleazeball that he was, under any other circumstances, but his nerves were so shot right now that Gia & Gina swore he looked like he was about to pass out. Gina hung up her phone with a clearly annoyed roll of her eyes, as if to further prove to Lucian just how senseless it was that he even resorted to calling in the first place.
Lucian: Care to tell me why the bloody hell you two top tier whores waited until the literal last second to hand over my cut of your earnings?
Gina: Uh... because we just got handed our paychecks right as we were leaving that Rocket whatever dump in Cleveland? Maybe we would've said something earlier if we weren't almost the main event.
Gia: Embarrassing that skeezy preacher man and that useless teacher would've made for a much more entertaining finale than whatever the hell that shitshow was that followed us if you ask me, but we get it. This place has its favorites it loves trying to whore out to the people even when it's clear they're not even doing it right.
Lucian: Still doesn't answer my fucking question.
Gina: Have you seen how anal some of these bank tellers have been getting lately? Gia and I lost track of how many we went through who took one look at how much we wanted to withdraw from our account and assumed we had to have somehow scammed someone out of it to have as much as we do. I swear, it's like you can't even be hot and earn an honest paycheck anymore without someone raising an eyebrow.
Gia: On the plus side, unlike a lot of those small fish on the indie scene, SCW actually signed us to separate contracts, meaning we each get a pay day even if they deposit it to the same account! Yeah, it's not as much as someone like that Frost cunt or that drugged-up hippie who's World champ right now probably makes, but being paid separately goes a long way baby!
Gina: In any case, here's your cut, you greedy asshole.
Gina reaches down into her visible cleavage and fishes around a bit before extracting a roll of bills held together by a rubber band. She tosses it and it barely bounces off the desk before Lucian is all over it, quickly breaking the band and counting it before that wide, off-putting grin of his surfaces as he realizes it's exactly enough to cover the remainder of what he needs. Gia & Gina could've certainly done without the big sniff he took of the cash after he finished counting it, though.
Lucian: Oh yeah, that's just what daddy needed, mates.
Gia: Ew, you could've waited until we went back to our trailer before you started trying to get high off a scent cocktail of cash and my sister's boob sweat.
Gina: Yeah, that's not what Gia meant when she told you to chill out earlier.
Lucian: Fuck both of you, I can celebrate finally having everything together however I bloody well please. That should keep us out of trouble for the month, and I've got high fucking hopes for July, yeah? Knowing you two are basically getting double the pay day from SCW is music to my bloody ears right now. With that, especially the big fat pay day this hopefully means from that big “granddaddy of 'em all” or whatever show that place is putting on at the end of the month, along with our usual big seller of our annual 4th of July Carnalval, this month should be a breeze to keep this monkey off our backs and actually make some good fucking money.
As disgusted as the twins were with him, they knew their ringmaster was making some solid points right now as he added their contribution to the pile of money and recounted it one more time for good measure. The 4th of July Carnalval was an anomaly in the touring schedule of Cirque du Sins, but for good reason as they went from being an R-rated circus show to a full-scale carnival of raunchiness and debauchery, almost like a holiday festival had a baby with a strip club. Only Lucian knew the truth of how he actually got the permits to pull it off every year, but most just assumed that since he always held it on the beaches of Miami that most people down there didn't care. Which, considering some of the wild spring break parties that Miami beaches have been known for over the years, definitely made sense.
To the Glimmer Sisters, the 4th of July Carnalval meant an excuse to stuff their sexy curves into American flag bikinis so skimpy that Uncle Sam himself would salute their glory, shake their hot asses for hundreds of horny losers and accumulate some “tips” like they were professional strippers, which they would then use to get completely wasted and maybe score with some hot studs or bombshell babes, whoever they happened to find that would have everyone involved screaming “God Bless America” by the end of the night.
The downside was that they were going to be completely absent from the Breakdown the night before as the carnival was an all-day event and setting everything up was one of the few “all hands on deck” situations they had no problem actually helping in given what they ultimately gained from it. That meant no trip to LA, no appearance to add to their SCW paycheck at the end of the month, and another missed show that probably wasn't going to help them any in terms of getting a spot on that big Rise To Greatness card.
On the plus side, however, the following Breakdown just so happened to be taking place in Miami, meaning the twins didn't have to do any traveling to kick the asses of the Shinigami Foundation. Should they be worried considering their third match is putting them up against a team that could've very well been Tag Team champions coming into this match, let alone a team that responded to their DQ loss by trying to put the champions on the shelf? Probably. But Gia & Gina weren't the kind of women to worry. They'd gotten this far by always having a plan and always finding a way to make the most of any opportunity given to them as they saw fit, and hotheads like the Shinigami Foundation? The twins knew they already had them beat before the bell even rang.
???: Excuse the interruption, but I figured it'd be alright if I let myself in. Wouldn't exactly be a good look if I was told I couldn't now, eh?
Lucian's glee over counting the exact amount of money he needed and Gia & Gina's twisted delight over what was coming up for them in the next few weeks immediately died the moment that Spanish accent met their ears. All eyes turned to the open office door as a rather tall and tanned man strutted in, arms folded across his broad chest and an almost predatory grin on his lips. His literal rose-tinted glasses didn't hide the sadistic delight in his eyes either. With his white slacks, black dress shirt with the top few buttons intentionally undone to expose his pecs and the gold chain to accent it all, the man looked like someone that men would aspire to be and women would instantly drop their panties for, the audible accent not helping to resist that urge. What did help, however, was the fact that this man wasn't alone, flanked by several other guys that looked even more jacked and made it clear by their body language that they were ready to fuck someone up and not in a hot way.
Lucian: Antonio, hey! Hope any of my staff you bumped into on the way didn't give you any trouble, mate. I can certainly talk to 'em so it doesn't happen again.
Antonio: No trouble at all, chico, and hopefully there won't be any trouble right now?
Lucian: Of course, absolutely not! Here's the payment for the month, right on schedule!
Lucian was practically drowning in his own sweat as he sprang up from his desk and grabbed hold of the stack of money before rushing over and thrusting it out for Antonio to take like his life depended on it... which it kind of did. Gia & Gina had never formally spoken with the guy, but they'd watched this interaction play out before and actually felt bad for Lucian, even if he was absolutely to blame for Antonio's monthly visits in the first place. From what Lucian had told them, validated by what they'd seen of him so far, Antonio was a crime boss of some kind, and one that was apparently pretty powerful judging by the respect he commanded. They knew he owned a series of high profile strip clubs across all of North America, having discovered this little fact themselves when his name kept popping up during their initial search for side hustles outside of Cirque du Sins as stripping was an option they pondered for a while, and could easily guess that's what served as a front for a lot of his more illegal activities. They'd also heard stories of how he was also a pimp who put some of his women on the streets to do more than just strip, which was what had turned them away from considering working at one of his strip joints.
If the Glimmer twins were going to give someone a night they'd never forget, it was going to be on their terms only, and certainly not for money they wouldn't even be able to keep by the end of it.
The most relevant piece of information they had on the guy, however, was that he was a notorious loan shark who was only “fair” in the sense that he gave his victims a monthly payment. The amount he asked for in those payments would've been impossible, and had been exactly why Lucian often resorted to stiffing his performers on huge chunks of their pay so he could put it towards repaying Antonio. The ringmaster had made the mistake of taking a rather hefty loan from the man in order to get his dream of an adult circus off the ground, and despite Lucian somehow managing to make his monthly payments, Antonio hadn't been shy about jacking up the interest rate to a degree that would make the national debt look like a joke by comparison, just to make sure he always got “his cut” of the circus's profits for as long as Lucian would probably be alive at this point.
Antonio: Gotta say chico, I was hesitant all those years ago to let you take a loan like that off my hands, but I can't argue with the results. You're that rare gem that always pays me back on time... I'd have sworn I would've had to bury your bloated carcass somewhere in Tijuana by now.
Lucian: No, no, no need for that, mate. Business has been doing alright and I'm happy to keep putting on shows for all those sick fucks out there to enjoy it.
Antonio: Glad to hear it.
Antonio just grinned down at Lucian like he was a piece of meat as he finished counting the money before tucking it into his pocket, followed by a subtle nod that got his goons to relax and step back a bit. One of them reached into their coat and pulled out a stack of papers, handing them over to Antonio who then handed them over to Lucian.
Antonio: There's all the permits you need to do your little Carnalval this year, signed and sealed.
Lucian: Thank you, Antonio! Oh shit, I cannot wait for this to hopefully be our best sinful celebration of America's birthday yet!
Antonio: What can I say, chico? My boys love what you have to offer, and it gives me an excuse to watch some of these Florida politicians squirm when they know I could destroy their lives with a snap of my fingers. Speaking of what you have to offer, though...
Antonio's gaze slowly turned towards Gia & Gina, who'd been leaning against the front of Lucian's desk and watching silently, though seeing the man's predatory gaze turned to them sent shivers down their spines that were equal parts hot and terrifying.
Antonio: Gia & Gina Glimmer, right? I've heard you two have been quite the little crown jewel of this sinful circus, and I've got to say... I'm quite a fan of what I've seen.
Gina: Thank you.
Gia: We aim to please.
The twins kept their responses brief and neutral, but it seemed to be enough to get Antonio licking his lips in a way that made their skin crawl.
Antonio: I've also caught wind of some of your other exploits as well, chicas. Wrestling for SCW? I'm quite interested to hear how two hot little sluts like you managed to pull that off. Almost kind of makes me think your talents are being wasted around here if you're already aiming for bigger stages to flaunt what you've got. Perhaps we can meet at one of my clubs and... discuss business?
Gia & Gina exchanged glances, the gears in their brains already turning to figure out how they wanted to handle this. As much as they wanted so badly to just tell this guy to fuck off like they usually did to Lucian or anybody else who thought they could have a say in the twins' lives, they knew they had to tread lightly here because Antonio absolutely had the power to just end them if the wrong words came out of their mouths, and they very much wanted to live to keep doing their thing, thank you very much.
Gia: It's a tempting offer, Antonio, and we're quite flattered.
Antonio: Buuuuut...?
Gina: But... the truth is, we really love being part of this circus. It's given us a chance to be exactly who we want to be, and... I mean absolutely no disrespect when I say this, but the skills we love showing to those horny freaks out in the world?
Gia: We just don't think it would work as well outside of our circus acts. And yeah, we've got the wrestling thing, but that's mostly just a way to make a little extra money.
Antonio just looked down at them, his eyes showing he was contemplating their words, though that unnerving smile never left his lips. After a minute, he just chuckled and nodded.
Antonio: Fair enough, chicas. I respect the honesty. But just know that if this hombre gordo over here ever screws you over... well, I'll be more than happy to treat you right. I'll even keep that promise if something happens like, say... Lucy chico ever falls behind on his payments and I claim the circus and everything tied to it, including you.
Antonio gives them a wink and a click of his tongue that had the twins wanting to vomit, but they restrained themselves from even making the motion to express their disgust. With that, Antonio turned and headed towards the door, pausing only briefly to grin over at Lucian, who was shaking in his boots, before he motioned to his men that they were done here as they all filed out, with Antonio being the last to leave as he closed the door behind him. Everyone left in the office was still for what felt like an eternity, but once they were sure Antonio was long gone, Lucian almost immediately dropped to his knees, breathing heavily over the fact that he'd survived yet another loan repayment meeting with him.
Gia & Gina found themselves reaching for one another before pulling their bodies close, a rare moment where they did so not to seduce but to actually feel the supportive weight of their sibling leaning against them. As much as they loved to always have a plan to stay on top of everybody, Antonio was a terrifying exception, and it both bothered and scared the shit out of them. He was simply too powerful to try and hold any sway over.
Maybe someday, they could figure out a way to either take him down or turn the tables on him.
For now, though? It was best to just play along and keep doing what they loved, because it was the only thing keeping them out of Antonio's clutches.
His nerves felt shot as he sat at his desk, making absolutely sure once more that he had counted this right.
Sure enough, he'd gotten the same total he had every other time he'd counted, and that spelled trouble.
Lucian: God damn it! I really thought with business booming we'd have made enough to make this happen without eating too deep into our bloody profits! How the tits is this suddenly going so pear-shaped?
Lucian slammed his fist on his desk, huffing in frustration. Deep down, he knew the answer to his own question and he had nobody but himself to blame, but considering how deep in he was now, he couldn't afford to blame himself because he wasn't the only one who was going to pay at this point.
Certain that he'd missed something, Lucian rifled through his drawers until he found a specific black folder stamped with the word “PROBLEM” in big, bold red lettering. Pulling a checklist from it, he assessed every avenue he had taken for the month to make sure he'd covered every available option, knowing that if he'd exhausted all of them, his only two options were to eat into the profits he was trying to set aside for actual business expenses (and otherwise just having to line his pockets with) or to try and justify a 'pay cut' to all of his performers that would certainly give them reason to riot, especially two in particular...
Lucian: Wait a tick...
Thinking about the two performers in particular that he knew were going to raise hell if he stiffed them this badly on pay had him frantically running his finger down his checklist, noting that he'd collected the pay from the few independent bookings they'd had for June, but as for their SCW pay...
Lucian: Bupkis... that's the missing piece! I swear, if those two sluts finally fucked off and left me to drown, I'm gonna make damn good and sure they're going down with me!
Scrambling to grab his phone (and panicking when he almost knocked the stack of money off his desk), Lucian practically pounded the touch screen with his fat fingers until he dialed the number of one of his top performers. Which one? Like he cared, they were likely together anyway so it really didn't matter. After a few rings he was grinding his teeth through, he finally got an answer.
Gina: What do you want Lucian?
Lucian: I want to know where the fuck you and your sister are with the bloody cut of your SCW pay that you promised me! I swear-
Gia: Will you chill, boss man? We've got your money.
The response from Gina's twin didn't come from over the phone, but rather from directly in front of him. Lucian looked up at the sound and realized that the Glimmer Sisters were just now sauntering into his office, dressed in skin tight black skinny jeans that hugged their ample asses so snugly you could see the faint outline of their panties through the denim and black crop tops that were so small and tight you could've mistaken them for sports bras. Lucian probably would've been drooling over the view, as he practically always did with the twins like the lecherous sleazeball that he was, under any other circumstances, but his nerves were so shot right now that Gia & Gina swore he looked like he was about to pass out. Gina hung up her phone with a clearly annoyed roll of her eyes, as if to further prove to Lucian just how senseless it was that he even resorted to calling in the first place.
Lucian: Care to tell me why the bloody hell you two top tier whores waited until the literal last second to hand over my cut of your earnings?
Gina: Uh... because we just got handed our paychecks right as we were leaving that Rocket whatever dump in Cleveland? Maybe we would've said something earlier if we weren't almost the main event.
Gia: Embarrassing that skeezy preacher man and that useless teacher would've made for a much more entertaining finale than whatever the hell that shitshow was that followed us if you ask me, but we get it. This place has its favorites it loves trying to whore out to the people even when it's clear they're not even doing it right.
Lucian: Still doesn't answer my fucking question.
Gina: Have you seen how anal some of these bank tellers have been getting lately? Gia and I lost track of how many we went through who took one look at how much we wanted to withdraw from our account and assumed we had to have somehow scammed someone out of it to have as much as we do. I swear, it's like you can't even be hot and earn an honest paycheck anymore without someone raising an eyebrow.
Gia: On the plus side, unlike a lot of those small fish on the indie scene, SCW actually signed us to separate contracts, meaning we each get a pay day even if they deposit it to the same account! Yeah, it's not as much as someone like that Frost cunt or that drugged-up hippie who's World champ right now probably makes, but being paid separately goes a long way baby!
Gina: In any case, here's your cut, you greedy asshole.
Gina reaches down into her visible cleavage and fishes around a bit before extracting a roll of bills held together by a rubber band. She tosses it and it barely bounces off the desk before Lucian is all over it, quickly breaking the band and counting it before that wide, off-putting grin of his surfaces as he realizes it's exactly enough to cover the remainder of what he needs. Gia & Gina could've certainly done without the big sniff he took of the cash after he finished counting it, though.
Lucian: Oh yeah, that's just what daddy needed, mates.
Gia: Ew, you could've waited until we went back to our trailer before you started trying to get high off a scent cocktail of cash and my sister's boob sweat.
Gina: Yeah, that's not what Gia meant when she told you to chill out earlier.
Lucian: Fuck both of you, I can celebrate finally having everything together however I bloody well please. That should keep us out of trouble for the month, and I've got high fucking hopes for July, yeah? Knowing you two are basically getting double the pay day from SCW is music to my bloody ears right now. With that, especially the big fat pay day this hopefully means from that big “granddaddy of 'em all” or whatever show that place is putting on at the end of the month, along with our usual big seller of our annual 4th of July Carnalval, this month should be a breeze to keep this monkey off our backs and actually make some good fucking money.
As disgusted as the twins were with him, they knew their ringmaster was making some solid points right now as he added their contribution to the pile of money and recounted it one more time for good measure. The 4th of July Carnalval was an anomaly in the touring schedule of Cirque du Sins, but for good reason as they went from being an R-rated circus show to a full-scale carnival of raunchiness and debauchery, almost like a holiday festival had a baby with a strip club. Only Lucian knew the truth of how he actually got the permits to pull it off every year, but most just assumed that since he always held it on the beaches of Miami that most people down there didn't care. Which, considering some of the wild spring break parties that Miami beaches have been known for over the years, definitely made sense.
To the Glimmer Sisters, the 4th of July Carnalval meant an excuse to stuff their sexy curves into American flag bikinis so skimpy that Uncle Sam himself would salute their glory, shake their hot asses for hundreds of horny losers and accumulate some “tips” like they were professional strippers, which they would then use to get completely wasted and maybe score with some hot studs or bombshell babes, whoever they happened to find that would have everyone involved screaming “God Bless America” by the end of the night.
The downside was that they were going to be completely absent from the Breakdown the night before as the carnival was an all-day event and setting everything up was one of the few “all hands on deck” situations they had no problem actually helping in given what they ultimately gained from it. That meant no trip to LA, no appearance to add to their SCW paycheck at the end of the month, and another missed show that probably wasn't going to help them any in terms of getting a spot on that big Rise To Greatness card.
On the plus side, however, the following Breakdown just so happened to be taking place in Miami, meaning the twins didn't have to do any traveling to kick the asses of the Shinigami Foundation. Should they be worried considering their third match is putting them up against a team that could've very well been Tag Team champions coming into this match, let alone a team that responded to their DQ loss by trying to put the champions on the shelf? Probably. But Gia & Gina weren't the kind of women to worry. They'd gotten this far by always having a plan and always finding a way to make the most of any opportunity given to them as they saw fit, and hotheads like the Shinigami Foundation? The twins knew they already had them beat before the bell even rang.
???: Excuse the interruption, but I figured it'd be alright if I let myself in. Wouldn't exactly be a good look if I was told I couldn't now, eh?
Lucian's glee over counting the exact amount of money he needed and Gia & Gina's twisted delight over what was coming up for them in the next few weeks immediately died the moment that Spanish accent met their ears. All eyes turned to the open office door as a rather tall and tanned man strutted in, arms folded across his broad chest and an almost predatory grin on his lips. His literal rose-tinted glasses didn't hide the sadistic delight in his eyes either. With his white slacks, black dress shirt with the top few buttons intentionally undone to expose his pecs and the gold chain to accent it all, the man looked like someone that men would aspire to be and women would instantly drop their panties for, the audible accent not helping to resist that urge. What did help, however, was the fact that this man wasn't alone, flanked by several other guys that looked even more jacked and made it clear by their body language that they were ready to fuck someone up and not in a hot way.
Lucian: Antonio, hey! Hope any of my staff you bumped into on the way didn't give you any trouble, mate. I can certainly talk to 'em so it doesn't happen again.
Antonio: No trouble at all, chico, and hopefully there won't be any trouble right now?
Lucian: Of course, absolutely not! Here's the payment for the month, right on schedule!
Lucian was practically drowning in his own sweat as he sprang up from his desk and grabbed hold of the stack of money before rushing over and thrusting it out for Antonio to take like his life depended on it... which it kind of did. Gia & Gina had never formally spoken with the guy, but they'd watched this interaction play out before and actually felt bad for Lucian, even if he was absolutely to blame for Antonio's monthly visits in the first place. From what Lucian had told them, validated by what they'd seen of him so far, Antonio was a crime boss of some kind, and one that was apparently pretty powerful judging by the respect he commanded. They knew he owned a series of high profile strip clubs across all of North America, having discovered this little fact themselves when his name kept popping up during their initial search for side hustles outside of Cirque du Sins as stripping was an option they pondered for a while, and could easily guess that's what served as a front for a lot of his more illegal activities. They'd also heard stories of how he was also a pimp who put some of his women on the streets to do more than just strip, which was what had turned them away from considering working at one of his strip joints.
If the Glimmer twins were going to give someone a night they'd never forget, it was going to be on their terms only, and certainly not for money they wouldn't even be able to keep by the end of it.
The most relevant piece of information they had on the guy, however, was that he was a notorious loan shark who was only “fair” in the sense that he gave his victims a monthly payment. The amount he asked for in those payments would've been impossible, and had been exactly why Lucian often resorted to stiffing his performers on huge chunks of their pay so he could put it towards repaying Antonio. The ringmaster had made the mistake of taking a rather hefty loan from the man in order to get his dream of an adult circus off the ground, and despite Lucian somehow managing to make his monthly payments, Antonio hadn't been shy about jacking up the interest rate to a degree that would make the national debt look like a joke by comparison, just to make sure he always got “his cut” of the circus's profits for as long as Lucian would probably be alive at this point.
Antonio: Gotta say chico, I was hesitant all those years ago to let you take a loan like that off my hands, but I can't argue with the results. You're that rare gem that always pays me back on time... I'd have sworn I would've had to bury your bloated carcass somewhere in Tijuana by now.
Lucian: No, no, no need for that, mate. Business has been doing alright and I'm happy to keep putting on shows for all those sick fucks out there to enjoy it.
Antonio: Glad to hear it.
Antonio just grinned down at Lucian like he was a piece of meat as he finished counting the money before tucking it into his pocket, followed by a subtle nod that got his goons to relax and step back a bit. One of them reached into their coat and pulled out a stack of papers, handing them over to Antonio who then handed them over to Lucian.
Antonio: There's all the permits you need to do your little Carnalval this year, signed and sealed.
Lucian: Thank you, Antonio! Oh shit, I cannot wait for this to hopefully be our best sinful celebration of America's birthday yet!
Antonio: What can I say, chico? My boys love what you have to offer, and it gives me an excuse to watch some of these Florida politicians squirm when they know I could destroy their lives with a snap of my fingers. Speaking of what you have to offer, though...
Antonio's gaze slowly turned towards Gia & Gina, who'd been leaning against the front of Lucian's desk and watching silently, though seeing the man's predatory gaze turned to them sent shivers down their spines that were equal parts hot and terrifying.
Antonio: Gia & Gina Glimmer, right? I've heard you two have been quite the little crown jewel of this sinful circus, and I've got to say... I'm quite a fan of what I've seen.
Gina: Thank you.
Gia: We aim to please.
The twins kept their responses brief and neutral, but it seemed to be enough to get Antonio licking his lips in a way that made their skin crawl.
Antonio: I've also caught wind of some of your other exploits as well, chicas. Wrestling for SCW? I'm quite interested to hear how two hot little sluts like you managed to pull that off. Almost kind of makes me think your talents are being wasted around here if you're already aiming for bigger stages to flaunt what you've got. Perhaps we can meet at one of my clubs and... discuss business?
Gia & Gina exchanged glances, the gears in their brains already turning to figure out how they wanted to handle this. As much as they wanted so badly to just tell this guy to fuck off like they usually did to Lucian or anybody else who thought they could have a say in the twins' lives, they knew they had to tread lightly here because Antonio absolutely had the power to just end them if the wrong words came out of their mouths, and they very much wanted to live to keep doing their thing, thank you very much.
Gia: It's a tempting offer, Antonio, and we're quite flattered.
Antonio: Buuuuut...?
Gina: But... the truth is, we really love being part of this circus. It's given us a chance to be exactly who we want to be, and... I mean absolutely no disrespect when I say this, but the skills we love showing to those horny freaks out in the world?
Gia: We just don't think it would work as well outside of our circus acts. And yeah, we've got the wrestling thing, but that's mostly just a way to make a little extra money.
Antonio just looked down at them, his eyes showing he was contemplating their words, though that unnerving smile never left his lips. After a minute, he just chuckled and nodded.
Antonio: Fair enough, chicas. I respect the honesty. But just know that if this hombre gordo over here ever screws you over... well, I'll be more than happy to treat you right. I'll even keep that promise if something happens like, say... Lucy chico ever falls behind on his payments and I claim the circus and everything tied to it, including you.
Antonio gives them a wink and a click of his tongue that had the twins wanting to vomit, but they restrained themselves from even making the motion to express their disgust. With that, Antonio turned and headed towards the door, pausing only briefly to grin over at Lucian, who was shaking in his boots, before he motioned to his men that they were done here as they all filed out, with Antonio being the last to leave as he closed the door behind him. Everyone left in the office was still for what felt like an eternity, but once they were sure Antonio was long gone, Lucian almost immediately dropped to his knees, breathing heavily over the fact that he'd survived yet another loan repayment meeting with him.
Gia & Gina found themselves reaching for one another before pulling their bodies close, a rare moment where they did so not to seduce but to actually feel the supportive weight of their sibling leaning against them. As much as they loved to always have a plan to stay on top of everybody, Antonio was a terrifying exception, and it both bothered and scared the shit out of them. He was simply too powerful to try and hold any sway over.
Maybe someday, they could figure out a way to either take him down or turn the tables on him.
For now, though? It was best to just play along and keep doing what they loved, because it was the only thing keeping them out of Antonio's clutches.