Bad news for the workers

The next scene is a short one. The camera is taken outside and the men are shot pretending to work on a small patch of grass.

"Man, did you see what those two bitches were wearing." One man asks the others.

"How could I not, those were some fine hoes for sure." Another responds.

"Did you see their tattoos too? 'Slut' and 'Whore' written right there on their fat ass cheeks. Never seen anything like it." One worker says.

"Definitely adds up based on their appearance. And they're twins too. Practically identical except for their hair." Someone adds.

"What I'd give to get to fuck 'em both." One man says to himself.

"Might as well try. Based on their tattoos they'd probably be down." Another responds.

"Don't let hoes like that get to you. They only want your attention. The moment they get it, they want nothing to do with you." One of them says.

"You're probably right." Another responds.

With that brief conversation coming to an end, Bianca yells cut and moves onto the next scene. The camera is brought back inside and the twins are made ready to answer the door for the men.

"Action." Bianca shouts.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

One of the men stands on the other side of the glass sliding door awaiting the twins. Tracy and Mia soon arrive, still dressed in their whorish outfits, to answer the door.

"We're all done ma'am. The boys are just packing up and we'll be on our way." The man says.

"Amazing. Thank you so much." Mia says, before turning to leave.

The man clears his throat to grab her attention.

"Of course, we will still be needing payment before we go." He adds.

The twins look at each other nervously before turning back to the worker.

"Oh... right. See... money's, like, a little tight right now... and... I don't think we can afford to pay you." Tracy says.

The man who was previously quite calm in demeanour changes his attitude completely.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't afford to pay us. We just built your whole damn fence. If you knew you couldn't afford it, why'd you let us in in the first place. You better damn well..." The man spurts out in anger.

"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch." Mia interrupts. "We'll come up with some way to pay you. I'm sure we can work something out."

"Work something out? What do you mean work something out. Bitch you owe us MONEY. M-O-N-E-Y. Money." He says spelling it out for her.

"Calm down and trust me, it'll be, like, totally worth it. You'll be owing us when we're done. Just go finish packing up your things ok." Mia says.

With that the man lets out a huff and disappears off camera, slamming the sliding door shut behind him. Tracy turns to her sister to speak.

"What are we going to do? How can we possibly afford to pay them?" Tracy asks her sister.

"Relax sis. We may be out of cash, but I know one thing that will be sure to satisfy them." Mia responds with a sly grin.

"Ohhhh... I see. There's a lot of them out there. I can count 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6..." Tracy says, trailing off before she gets to finish counting.

"Nothing we can't handle. Come on, let's get changed and warm up." Mia says with a devilish smile, grabbing her sister by the hand and leading her away.

"Cut!" Bianca shouts.