Double Desire

by Cassandra Dee

  Jimmy stuttered, grew red, and began sweating under the fluorescent lights, aggravating his acne problem.

  “Come back and see her,” I purred. “She’s on Thursday night at midnight for a blue light. You’ll like it,” I added coyly. “Maybe you’ll get picked as the special guy!” I tossed off lightly over my shoulder as I grabbed my tray, turning away.

  And with satisfaction, I saw Jimmy standing with his mouth open, gaping after me, his narrow shoulders trembling with anticipation, his breathing fast. It’d worked. I thrown the hook and the fish had bit. We’d see him at the Tigress this week for sure.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Karlie

  “Oh yeah!” squealed Joy. “This is going to be awesome.”

  That’s what I love about my co-worker. I’d figured I’d have to persuade her somehow. I’d have to cajole the girl into helping me, but instead she was totally game, her big boobies bouncing while wearing only a tiny yellow thong.

  “You sure?” I asked carefully. “Jimmy’s gross, so this isn’t going to be easy to swallow.”

  “No prob,” said Joy while waving her hand. “Trust me, I’ve already tasted him, so what’s a second time? Besides, anyone who takes our money deserves to be destroyed,” she added, drawing a threatening line across her throat.

  I had to laugh. Her gesture was so out of place with her breasts hanging out and her cunt practically visible, yet I appreciated the assassin’s gesture because no one likes to be cheated and we girls stick together. So here we were, getting ready for a blue light, the clock ticking towards midnight. Joy was ready, and I was ready. We were two women nude, beautiful, and totally lethal.

  “Oh, I think I see him,” breathed Joy, peeking out from behind the velvet curtain. “Oh yeah, he’s acting like the Queen of Sheba again.”

  I shook my head, disgusted. Trust Jimmy Long, cafeteria cashier cum wannabe blackmailer, to act like a hotshot. God, some people have such inflated ideas of themselves.

  But we were here to work, and Joy and I were prepared.

  “You want me to walk out first, right?” she asked, rubbing oil over her body, the glimmering lotion making her slick and slippery.

  “Yes, and make sure he sees you and follows you to the back,” I confirmed, parting my cunt lips a little and holding myself open to push in a pocket rocket. Oh god, that felt good and I closed my eyes slightly and moaned a bit as I focused on the insertion, feeling the little motor in my twat, stimulating my clit as it worked my channel. I needed to act sexy around Jimmy and this would make the job easier. I was seriously revolted at the thought of seducing him, but a job is a job.

  “Ooh, looks delicious,” breathed Joy, watching me with avid eyes as I positioned the toy in myself. “No worries, I can do it without props. I just have to be done in time for my special,” she said saucily. “Tonight, it’s going to rain on me!” she giggled gleefully.

  I knew she was excited for the blue light because it speaks to the dancer inside. Plus, the money is just so good. But I wanted Joy to be careful because we had a mission.

  “Come on,” I whispered, taking her hand. Jimmy had seated himself in the back, his scrawny arms spread along the back of the booth like he was Al Pacino in Scarface. “Let’s go.”

  My friend and I were on it. Strutting like peacocks, we entered the male crowd as another dancer was on stage, working the patrons with an air of practiced ease. We shook our asses and let them squeeze our soft breasts. Joy even let them stroke her little pussy a little as we chatted them up, making soft cooing noises.

  Slowly but inevitably, we made our way to the back, where Jimmy was sitting with his legs sprawled. God. He’d had another acne break-out and even the dim lighting at the Tigress couldn’t hide it.

  “Heya Jimmy,” purred Joy, throwing that blonde hair backwards, shimmying a little and shaking her nips at him. “It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”

  The words were like magic. If his dick hadn’t been hard before, it definitely was now. The little shit jerked as if he’d been electrocuted by Joy’s voice. He came alive like a wire, sitting up straight with his ears perked up.

  “Hi Joy,” he managed in a high-pitched voice. He was all about her, running his hands up and down her golden flanks like she belonged to him. He even snapped her yellow thong before pulling it back to inspect her ass. And she was a true professional. Joy shook her bootie, letting him caress and pet her a bit, his fingers all over those full cheeks.

  “Hey big boy,” I purred, making my way to his other side.

  By now, Jimmy had his face buried between Joy’s breasts, his head rolling back and forth as he lost himself in ecstasy. But he pulled back for a minute, squinting as he looked at me.

  “Damn, it’s you Karlie,” he whined. “You spoil everything you know that?”

  I could feel the rage rising again but hid it behind a sugary smile.

  “I just wanted to make sure you’re having a good time,” I purred, “you look so big, big boy.”

  I admit the words aren’t exactly Pulitzer-worthy, but hey, this is the Tigress and it’s about action, not talk.

  I skated nearer to the man, the bile rising in my throat as I got a whiff of his stench. Joy was really a pro, and if my eyes weren’t betraying me, his finger was now toying with her clit, flicking it back and forth as the blonde ground against it, giving low breathy moans interspersed with “work it, baby, work it.”

  Jimmy gobbled it up like he was a big man on campus, used to girls throwing themselves at him.

  “If you like, big boy, we can bring this backstage for a little privacy,” I intimated, now close enough so that he could touch me if he wanted to. My skin crawled at the thought of his hands on me, but my little vibrator made it easier. The tremors against my sweet spot helped me smile even though I hated his guts.

  “I want what Joy wants,” he gasped, his eyes never leaving her nude, oiled body, her hips now positively rocking on his fingers.

  At that, Joy took her cue.

  “I want to be with you, Jimmy,” she breathed, rocking her hips against his hand sinuously. He grinned and slowly eased a finger inside, making her moan and throw her head back with pleasure. “Come on, let’s do it,” she said, trailing a finger down the side of his face.

  And then Joy surprised me. Without pulling his hand from her cunt, she began walking, using his arm like a leash. If Jimmy wanted to keep touching her wetness, he was going to have to follow, and this guy was like an obedient dog. Jimmy Long stumbled along behind the stripper as she made her way towards the back, his hand buried between her legs, leering at everyone who looked up as if to say, “Yeah, I’m a fuckstud.”

  Just as she reached a private door, Joy looked back at him, purring, “Come on big boy, let’s get a private room,” and with a swish, they were through the entryway.

  I pranced behind them, winking at customers along the way, pausing only when we got to the long, dark hall. But Joy was already at the far end, still pulling Jimmy along with her pussy. She knew what she was doing, clamping down with her thighs to keep his fingers locked in her cunt.

  With a smooth move, she opened a door to the side, ushering him in.

  “Come on,” she breathed. “Karlie and I will show you a good time.”

  That was my cue. I gave the signal and in a flash, Colt and Cain appeared, hurtling into the small back room, their massive bodies moving at light speed despite their bulk. They shoved Jimmy in before the door clanked shut, leaving Joy and I gaping at each other on the outside.

  Within a few seconds we heard a howl of anguish, and the cry of a frightened man. Was it my imagination, or did liquid start to run from under the door, pooling wetly on the concrete floor, the smell pungent with fear? Oh yeah, my stepbrothers had made Long pee in his pants, literally soaking himself. Good. He deserved it because Jimmy had wronged us in a bad way and vengeance would be ours. Colt and Cain were there to make sure of it.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Colt

>   I probably shouldn’t get into details about what happened in that room. I mean, it wasn’t like we were waterboarding Jimmy, but two football players versus an equipment assistant slash cafeteria cashier? There was no contest at all. The pain only goes one way.

  We were rough with him but we know how not to leave marks. Football is a contact sport, and as a result, we know how the body works. We know where to strike, when to pull our punches, and how to triple the terror so that your mind’s screaming with pain even as your throat clenches silently in agony.

  There are non-violent ways to solve problems but Cain and I don’t preach that story. We’re about action, going for the kill when necessary, and Jimmy Long’s number was up.

  So yeah, when he came out of the room, he was worse for the wear. The dude was almost unconscious, his head lolling back and forth, supported between my twin and me. It was a joke. Jimmy was so scrawny that either of us could have slung him over our shoulder except that neither of us wanted that kind of physical contact with the loser.

  We lowered him into a wheelchair Karlie had waiting, her eyes big.

  “Goodness, is he going to be okay?” she breathed. I could tell why she asked. Although there was neither blood nor bruises, the small man was lethargic. Only the whites of his eyes were visible, and his breathing was labored.

  “Oh yeah,” grunted Cain. “Trust me, he’ll survive because he has to testify before the NCAA.”

  That was the second part of our plan. Jimmy was about to write a letter to the NCAA retracting all his claims, stating that he’d made the whole thing up as a misguided effort to blackmail Karlie. Our favorite girl had already ghostwritten the letter and she pulled it out now.

  “Come on Jimmy,” she said, reaching for his hand. “Time to sign.”

  I was merciless. I grabbed the man’s limp wrist, helping him form a fist around the pen.

  “No cameras around here, right?” I growled, scanning the walls and ceilings.

  “None,” confirmed Karlie.

  And that was that. With his hand in mine, I signed the letter with Jimmy’s name, topping it off with a flourish. Okay, it was a little shaky but what needed to be done had to be done.

  Karlie whipped the letter away and stowed it into her purse, to be mailed to the Commissioner himself. In the meantime, Cain went outside to find the poor guy’s car.

  “We’re going to drive him home?” Karlie asked timorously.

  “Unfortunately, yes,” I grunted. “Our job’s not over yet. This fucker’s getting a ride with us as his chauffeurs.”

  We wheeled him into the car, positioning him in the backseat, and even strapped on a seatbelt. So close to the end zone, there was no sense in risking his life.

  Slowly, we pulled into a shitty neighborhood, the yards overgrown, and the houses dumpy. The aggressive bark of pitbulls was audible behind rotting fences.

  “Man, he’s from here?” growled Cain, his eagle eyes scanning the scenery. I knew what he was thinking. Poor Jimmy Long. He must have been from some trashy family, if he even had any family.

  Pretty soon, we pulled up to a duplex with fading paint and shutters sagging on their hinges. A woman ran out when she saw the car pull up with Jimmy slumped in the backseat. Her straw-like hair was in curlers showing dark roots. She had on way too much make-up, and was dressed in ripped denim shorts with a cheap tank top.

  “Jimmeeeee!” she screeched. “What ya done now, ya fuckwad?”

  “Who are you lady? His mom?” grunted Cain, eyeing her warily. I’d gotten a glimpse of her teeth and they were rotted. There were open sores on her face, and she was scrawny like an elderly chicken.

  “His mom?” screeched the woman. “Fuck you, I’m his baby mama! Me and Jimboy, we have two kids together.”

  The three of us stopped in our tracks, gaping at each other. Oh my gosh, Jimbo was sleeping with this? Even more surprising, he had kids with her? Life was tougher for Jimmy than we’d previously thought. No wonder he’d thrown himself at Karlie, hoping for a piece of her delicious ass, going so far as to blackmail my brother and me. His life was so twisted and depressing that he was willing to risk anything in order to pretend he was someone else.

  But Cain and I were done with the douchebag. I was tempted to leave him on the sidewalk, and let the witch get him inside, but Karlie’s eyes pleaded with me silently. Our sister had a soft heart, and with a sigh, I nodded my assent.

  “Come on,” I said to my brother. “Let’s go.”

  We hauled his scrawny ass inside, leaving him right inside the door. Heartbreakingly, we could hear a baby crying, its howls loud and angry even as the sickly smell of marijuana hung heavy in the air.

  “Listen bitch, stop toking with your kids here,” growled my brother to the woman, who’d followed us with her bare feet.

  “You don’t get to tell me what to do! You have no idea what it’s like!” she screeched. “What you done to my man? You owe us money for this damage!”

  I looked around the home skeptically. The furniture was broken down. There were obvious burn marks on the carpet and a pile of something indescribable in the corner. The windows were papered over and it reeked.

  “There’s no money that can help you,” I ground out. “But I’m tempted to call Child Protective Services.”

  “You take my baby away from me and you’ll regret it!” screeched the woman again. Well, it seems that threats and blackmail ran rampant in this family unit.

  I shook my head at her, my massive form taking up way too much room in the tiny, dank space.

  “Come on,” I said to my brother, “Let’s get out of here.”

  We strode back outside, our expressions grim. Karlie waited for us by the car, her eyes big while taking in the squalor.

  “Everything okay?” she asked quietly.

  I loved Karlie for that. She hadn’t questioned our tactics. She understood the value of quick action and a “Shock and Awe” strategy. Because yeah, we’d completely overwhelmed the enemy, pounding him into the ground as necessary.

  “Everything’s fine,” I said, slinging my arm around her tiny shoulders. “Let’s beat feet.”

  Holding her close to me, her curvy form pressed against my big body, we made our way out of the trash … and into the light.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Karlie

  I wasn’t sure what to think. On the one hand, everything football-related was resolved. The letter from Jimmy retracting everything set the ball in motion, and Colt and Cain were cleared after a hearing.

  We’d gone to the NCAA’s local office, sitting in a chilly conference room as an inquiry took place. Jimmy was being questioned by officials and it was the twins’ right to observe and to confront their accuser.

  “So you made all this up?” asked a man in a slick suit, his hair combed back. I hated lawyers but evidently one was necessary, and my brothers had retained the best in the business.

  “Yeah,” answering Jimmy nervously, his voice trembling a little. I noticed that he hadn’t looked at the twins since entering the room. That half of the room was off-limits and he kept his head turned at a forty-five degree angle the entirety of his testimony.

  “Why would you do that?” asked the attorney. “Please speak to the panel because the allegations are serious.”

  Jimmy shook even more, his narrow shoulders visibly trembling as he looked down at his hands.

  “I wanted to date their sister,” he said in a small voice. “She was so tempting and I figured that if I blackmailed them, she’d go out with me.”

  “And who is this girl?” continued the lawyer.

  “Kar-Karlie Jones,” stuttered Jimmy.

  “Is she here today?” asked the lawyer.

  “Yes,” said Jimmy, pointing to me.

  “Please note that the defendant has pointed to one Karlie Jones, seated to the right of podium,” intoned the attorney.

  My heart curdled as a roomful of observers turned to stare at me. Not only were our parents present, b
ut there were coaches, recruiters, reps from different athletic departments, and basically anyone who might be interested in Colt and Cain’s football careers. This was serious business.

  I was dressed in a somber navy suit, my hair pulled back in a tight bun, but I dreaded what was sure to follow.

  “What did this plan for blackmail consist of?” asked the attorney. “Remember, you’re under oath.”

  I took a deep breath. Here’s where it would all come out. My escapades as a Tigress girl would be revealed, my penchant for dancing nude and displaying my body for dollars. Here’s where everyone would find out on the record that I’d had sex in public, and with my brothers to boot.

  But Jimmy committed the equivalent of perjury.

  “I figured Karlie would do anything for Colt and Cain. She’d date me if I helped them win, so I deflated footballs pre-game thinking that she’d like me more,” he mumbled.

  “That’s it?” asked the attorney skeptically. “What was all that about the … let’s see here, ahem, the so-called Tigress Club?”

  Silence for a moment.

  “It was fake,” Jimmy mumbled.

  “Excuse me?” asked the attorney. “You made it up? Why would you do that?”

  “It was all fake, okay?” Jimmy said, his jaw clenched. “I made it up so that Karlie would be humiliated. She wouldn’t go out with me. In fact, she wouldn’t even give me the time of day, so I made it up to hurt her.”

  The attorney looked at him askance.

  “What did you make up exactly?” he asked.

  Jimmy pouted. “Everything. That Karlie was a stripper, that she made money on the side dancing, and that she took off her clothes for money. I wanted to humiliate her and her brothers after being rejected.”

  The attorney paused.

  “So in fact, there is no Tigress Club?” he asked.

  Another pause. What was Jimmy going to say now? He flushed and grew red, wringing his hands.