“Knockin’ Da Boots” was the perfect song for the twins to show off their stuff. As they spun around on the stage and women tossed money at them, the announcer asked, “How many of you ladies think you can climb one of their poles?” as they both lowered the front of their boxers, revealing long-ass dicks covered in thin fabric. You could see the veins popping out of their dicks through it.
“I want to climb the North Pole!” Hannah yelled out. She chuckled and poked me in the arm. “She’ll climb the South Pole!”
They got to the part of the song where they said it was the intermission and that women should go get their towels. Someone threw two red towels on the stage from the back and, by that time, the twins were down to their G-strings. They placed the towels in front of their groins and then stepped out of the G-strings, leaving all of us to imagine what was hanging behind the towels as “I Wanna Sex You Up” by Color Me Badd came on. That was all she wrote. The women in the audience completely lost it as the twins came down the steps into the crowd and let chicks take turns copping a feel under the towels.
“You having fun?” Hannah asked as she called over a waitress to get some more drinks. “I shouldn’t have sent you to get drinks. We need something harder, pun definitely intended.”
I had gone to the bar to get drinks only to see if I would get carded again. I was so excited about flashing my license at the front door, proving that I was twenty-one as of that day. I had wanted that feeling again but hadn’t known what to order once the bartender asked what I was drinking, so I had gone with the flow.
“Give us two sea breezes,” Hannah instructed the waitress. “And make those joints strong. Double up that liquor.”
“That’ll be two dollars extra per drink,” the waitress informed her.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing Ladonna here”—Hannah pointed to me—“is filthy rich.”
The waitress looked offended and then started eyeing Hannah suspiciously. A few other women had thrown shade about Hannah’s appearance earlier and I was ready to jump anyone who came out the side of their neck with any negative comments. I was hoping the cute little waitress with the dreads wouldn’t be the one to end up getting my ass whooping that was on deck.
“I was just informing you,” the waitress said sarcastically. “The manager insists on it. Some people start tripping when they get their tabs.”
Hannah shrugged and turned her attention back to the stage, offending the waitress even more.
“The surcharge is cool,” I said. “In fact, bring us four of them so we won’t have to track you down for the next round.”
The waitress smiled at me and actually looked like she wanted to jump my bones. “No problem, sweetie. I like that top,” she yelled out over the music.
As she walked away, I asked Hannah, “What’s in a sea breeze?”
“Cranberry juice, grapefruit juice, and vodka.”
“Sounds delish.”
“Speaking of delicious!” One of the twins was upon us, in all his glory and with all his dick. Hannah started feeling his chest, from the middle of his pecs down to the top of his pubic hair on his lower torso that was a tease of what was below.
His brother caught me off guard by picking me up from behind and damn near impaling me on his dick through my jeans. I found it amusing—at first—but then he got kind of rough with me. He tried to bend me over and pretend to fuck me from the back. That was when it all came rushing back and I exploded.
I started yelling and attempted to push him off me. “Get off me! Get the fuck off!”
Hannah didn’t hear me apparently. She was still caught up with flirting with his brother.
The one behind me started moving his hips faster and faster and some of the other women were telling me to “take that dick,” “get it, sister,” and “work that billy over.”
I started having a panic attack and grabbed for my purse on the table beside me, reaching inside to get my can of pepper spray. I didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger over my shoulder and spray not only the beast trying to attack me but also anyone else within range.
He yelled out in pain and called me a bitch. His brother yelled, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Hannah immediately took me by the arm and started pulling me toward the exit. “Let’s go!”
There was a panic in the club, but we rushed out before the bouncers at the door could be alerted that I had done anything. Hannah pushed me into the back of the limousine that was waiting out front for us.
“Back to the hotel,” Hannah instructed the driver, who immediately took off as the twins and the waitress made it out the entrance to search for us.