old school mob party

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the scene is set around a large mob house in the suburbs, you know the kind big two story house with pool and hot tub.

just one of the many parties the host lincon holds. alot of alchahol and drugs and especialy fast women. so come on in and enjoy the party.. theres no rules in this party what ever you want goes.

Lincon- i dressed in black slacks and a white satin shirt for the evening. i had the bad playing jazz to set the mood. i had pretty girls serving drinks and almost anything else you want. i stand with a group of my associates just chatting about the worries of the world, but really just passing time waiting for that special lady to arrive..
 
Helllloooo? Is anyone home?

We received an invitation to your party from our booking agent ... he promised that there would be a lot of show business contacts here. He told us our host would be Lincon.

We are identical twins from California ... long-legged beauties, blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, with large breasts and full, round buttocks.

Although we are identical twins, our personalities are so different from each other.

Barbi is a bit of a hellion ... she likes to live LIFE to the fullest ... always the temptress and tease.

Babette is sweet and demure ... a very hot and sensual woman ... her intimacies are private and sizzling!

As we arrive at the mansion, ...
 
As we arrive at the mansion.......

I screech the car into park drawing stares from the other people who are entering the party. I look over a Barbi who is practically a mirror image of me. We both smile and then get out of the car. As we make our way through the house a waiter walks up and provides us each with a drink. I take a big gulp of mine as barbi glances around the room trying to find our host.

We are atrracting the attention of many of the men but like usual we ignore them. We love to play the game of hard to get, in fact you could say we wrote the rules! So we return smiles and shake hands but never stay in one place too long.

Just then my eyes fall upon a man on the other side of the room. He is laughing at something someone is saying to him. I nudge barbi and and nod in his direction. I can feel my heart begin to race as I take in his tight body clad in black pants and a white silk shirt that fits him prefectly.

Just then he looks in our direction and smiles. It lights up his whole face and my knees go weak. I smile back and look ever at Barbi to tell her only to see she is smiling at the man too! I look back at the man but he has moved his attention back to one of his friends. So which one of us was he smiling at I wonder?
 
"Why, me of course! dear sister"

Babette and I have always been competitive about men ... she NEVER learns! There could be a hundred men fawning over us ... and it always ends up with us wanting the SAME ONE!

Looks today will be another test for twins, as apparantly we have both zeroed in on the same man again.

Knowing my sister well, and how she can usually allure men away with her sweet and demure routine, as we stroll over to our host, I accidentally give her the elbow and she trips into the swimming pool.

"OH! Babette! you clumsy little thing!" as I reach down to help pull her out of the pool. Chuckling to myself, "Gee, your hair is all messed up now!" patting her face with a tissue from my purse, "you should have used the waterproof mascara dear"
 
I am just about to push Barbi into the pool when I notice the man is looking at me intensley. I look down at my white clingy dress and I realise why. My nipples now hard from the cold water of the pool are pushing through the thin material and you can faintly make out the the darkness between my legs. My hair which had been long straight and silky was now growing wavy with soft curls that caressed my cheeks. He smiles at me as he walks towards us. It looks as if my sisters plans have back fired on her.

He reaches out and tucks a stray curl behind my ear and my breathe catches in my throat. I lean into the touch for a brief few seconds then I shyly smile up at him. He smiles over at my sister, cleary knowing exactly what she had been up to. The naughty one like usual.

"Come with me...." he says to me as he pulls me away from the party and up the stairs leaving my sister behind gawking at us with her mouth wide open. I slide my hand into his as he leads the way down a long corridor.....
 
"DRAT!" I didn't see that coming!

Once again, Babette manages to turn my impish schemes to her advantage. Grumbling "hmph!" as she sashays away with the prize, playing the 'poor little lady' act to the hilt.

Smiling in her direction, I wink, and validate that she has won another round. As Babette disappears down the hallway, I look around at the other guests. There seems to be a wide variety of men here. All casually dressed, but yet clearly different.

There are the gangster type, speaking loudly and crudely. I feel their eyes burn through my dress. The tetesterone level screaming through their words and body language. Their choice of clothes accentuating muscles, so obviously.

And then, there are some refined, executive types. Carrying themselves in a dignified manner, speaking with well chosen words and humor. Dressed tastefully and powerfully.

"Let's see ...", I think to myself, "what will today's delight be? Hard and rough? Gentle and rewarding?"

I find a comfortable chaise lounge, and I sit seductively, sipping my cocktail, waiting to see who approaches first.
 
It's not been a great party for me so far .. but then I notice the Blonde sitting over there near the pool.

She's looking a touch peeved about something .. but she also looks like she's ready to party.

I grab a couple of glasses from the passing waiter, and saunter over toward her, offering one of the champagne flutes with a raised eyebrow.

"You look like you clould use a drink," I say, proferring the glass with a small flourish.

"I'm Todd, by the way".

She looks up at me through those long golden tresses, and simply says "Barbi". But she somehow managed to make the word a name, a promise, and a threat .. all in two throaty syllables.
 
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