At the club

This club was NOT like the ones they were used to. First off, there were like sooooo many women here for some reason. Nessa thought it was weird but Jessica explained that it must be like some kind of ladies night. And that’s why she was totally the smart one. That certainly lifted their spirits as they hugged in excitement at that news, cheered, and sauntered inside the new club, Ladykillers.

There was line outside but the place was packed and still they couldn’t find a single hot guy in sight, just a sea of women, how strange. Even stranger was the music playing, some grating hip hop nonsense. Even strangerer was the big stage thing in the center of the club despite no one playing live music.

Nessa and Jessica made a beeline for the bar for some hopefully free drinks. Everyone seemed to turn and stare at them, which wasn’t much of a suspense considering they were the hottest people here. Nessa had stuffed herself into the tightest little black dress and tallest heels she could find, chest on full display and bottoms of her butt hanging out if not for the constant pulling on the hem to cover herself. Jessica was in a similarly tight dress except hers went up to her neck, a big keyhole for her boobies showing off that cleavage that every man in Brockton wanted to shove their head into. The twins pouted though as they still hadn’t found some daddy to get them free drinks.

The crowd was thick, so many jealous bitches getting in their way until eventually they neared the bar top. Ugh even the bartenders were women. A hand took a pinch of Jessica’s ass, squeezing her butt and pulling up the dress. Jessica turned around and lightly slapped Nessa on the shoulder with a giggly grin, pulling her dress back down

“Oh-em-gee, Nessa! You can’t just grab my butt like that in public or people are going to think we’re like total lesbos!”

“Oh-em-gee, Jessica! I totally didn’t but wish I did, your butt looks soooo hawt tonight!”

“But if you didn’t, who did?”

“I dunno, there’s no boys.”

As the twins looked around, someone grabbed Nessa by the tit, pulling her dress down and exposing it to the club until the Bimbo finally noticed and fixed it.

“Maybe there’s a ghost?” Nessa suggested, rearranging her outfit.

“Ghosts don’t have hands, dummy,” Jessica explained.

“Do too!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yeah-huh”

Then the two shot up straight as their asses were slapped at the same time, hard enough they could hear the sound.

“Maybe it’s haunted,” Jessica suggested. Nessa nodded, rubbing her backside.

Finally they made it to the bar, only to find the bartender handing over two very glittery martini glasses.

“On the house,” the lady bartender said, already off to help someone else before they could ask what **** was in it.

“Woo! Ladies night!” Nessa cheered, grabbing the martini glass by the stem and ready to toss it back.

“Wait! Maybe we shouldn’t,” Jessica said. “What if it’s…bottom shelf ****.”

“Oh my gawd, good point,” Nessa said.

And so the Bimbo twins pondered what to do in front of the bar, guests taking liberal handfuls of their butts while they decided wether or not to have the free super pretty drinks or order they’re usually vodka crans.