Black: King's Bishop f8>b4 *check*

Reggie watched the crowd at his establishment, The Twisted Zebra, as the afternoon crowd began to trickle in. The bar was full of young men and women ordering drinks, some building up the courage before proceeding to the dance floor, others just needing a drink to relax after getting off work, and still others purchasing drinks for others, either partners or those they would proposition to join them.

The vast majority of this activity was innocent youthful fun, at least as much as any other hookup spot, Reggie made sure to eject any who could not mind their manners or accept the inevitable rejection. This wasn’t out of any moral or ethical considerations, it was simply business. Maintaining standards and a seemingly safe environment was essential when he eventually located and isolated a target for Charles' crew to pick up. Only those that met the highest criteria were considered and even then only when the opportunity was right.

Reggie sighed as he resigned himself to staying within his little domain, never to venture out further. He had planned to join his chauffeur, Aaron, out in the field earlier, he couldn't resist trying his hand at taking that Irish slut for his use in a potential new project back in Santolina. Charles sales were significant, but each one required replenishment of their 'stock' at considerable effort, coordination, and risk to all parties involved. He had hoped to get better insight into the process with that little fiery tart, Caitlyn, as she seemed the perfect candidate for a new more permanent arrangement where she would be put to use serving his patrons in his new property still under construction back home. Being the first to sample the goods was only a perk, he kept trying to convince himself.

Sadly, it was not meant to be. His duties in making arrangements for the last of the previous week's stock, a respectable 4 units, to be shipped off back to Santolina for processing had taken priority and by the time he had ensured that the shipment would clear customs he had watched on Carlos' stream as Charles and a pair of his helpers snatched up Caitlyn as easily as picking her up for a date. He could only imagine what it would be like to process that prize as he received notification from the bouncer that Charles' next prospect had arrived as instructed.

Reggie thanked his doorman and gently reminded him to stay focused on his duties as the businessman looked through the cameras and could instantly see what Charles saw in her. A petite bubbly blonde with hair as bright as her personality, yet timid in a new environment as she meekly wandered from the entrance to the bar, watching in awe at the dance floor, where dozens of bodies of her peers grinded against and slid past each other in what for her was surely an incredibly erotic display of passion and intimacy. Her gaze panned across from the dance floor to the booths along the side, where couples and groups were barely hiding even more lewd displays amidst the darkness as girls climbed atop their partners, climbed under the tables, or had a firm hand slowly press their heads down into a partner's lap. Despite the routineness of it all for Reggie, he could clearly see that Ingrid was completely mesmerized by the displays, doing a double take as a busty brunette leaned her back against the table as she gyrated her hips atop her man as he kept one hand wrapped around her back to help brace her in place as his other casually groped at her breasts. Reggie grinned as even through the camera feed he could see her blushing and putting her hands up over her mouth in a vain attempt to hide how she was feeling. Ingrid then watched as another blonde woman dressed in a black tank top and jeans with a cute black cloth choker was pulled up from under the table, her partner curling two fingers under her choker to lead her as if on a leash, and was quickly pulled away to one of several doorways along the other side of the room. The young woman giggled as she was pulled through the threshold and her partner slammed the door behind them, leaving Ingrid to stare at a sign that simply stated 'Private Room'.

Reggie was absolutely sure as he watched Ingrid practically melt right where she stood, legs slightly bent and trembling, biting her lip, that she would make another great candidate for his project. Perhaps he could purchase both her and Caitlyn off of Charles himself back home... he had the funds even if he'd rather not spend it, he could make the justification to the boss, he was sure of it. But maybe... maybe he could just save himself some of the trouble and take Ingrid for himself before Charles could get here. It would be the efficient thing to do, Charles would understand... well, he certainly would, but he was a professional and it's not like he wouldn't get his turn with the girl.

Still, there were other matters to attend to first if he was to make this work. As good as Ingrid and Caitlyn would be to have, he needed a hook, a draw, something truly special to market his new establishment to his intended clientele... and that's when he saw them. The twins were immaculately dressed in pure white halter mini dresses with deep V necks that seemed to go down below and between their perfect and firm breasts and almost tease their abs. Their dresses left little to the imagination, the mini skirt only going down to maybe halfway down their thighs, each dress backless with a deep cut going down to just above their waists, the bands tied behind their necks with a neat bow tie... it was a sign and Reggie wasn't one to ignore it. He watched tantalizingly as the identical twins giggled, sitting on either side of a local college athlete who was a regular. While normally in control, the twins were playing him like he was a cheap toy, one sidling up along his shoulder, the other leaning forward and rubbing at his crotch. Instinctively, predictably, the man leaned back into his seat, his expression almost confused, dazed into a stupor. The blonde along his shoulder made the first move and went in to kiss along his neck, not holding anything back as she put her whole body into the hypnotizing display of climbing up towards his ear, then whispered something to him. In a flash, the regular obeyed, obviously entranced already as he unzipped his trousers and let the other blonde take over, smoothly wrapping her hand around his unleashed cock, her bright blue eyes staring straight back into the man's gaze as she licked her lips, leaned forward, and let the cock nestle itself between both her pert tits. The regular was practically paralyzed, unable to process the unbelievable situation he found himself in as the twins seemed ready to devour him on the spot.

This is what he needed, these twins were the perfect centerpiece for his harem of whores. They would be the prized symbols of his new establishment no matter what he had to do. Ingrid would have to wait, he still wanted her, but he would either get her later or purchase her off of whoever laid claim to her. He clipped some bits of his camera recordings to send to Charles, this was too important to let jealousy or petty squabbles get in the way, if he couldn't secure these twins himself he would pay the fees for Charles team to acquire them for him. They were all professionals in their own trades after all.

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