Fall of the Twins

Francis considered his options. Sure, the Olsen twins were now legal, but would it be worth it do destroy the wholesome image they had built up? As he pondered the dilemma in his head, Francis studied the twins, who were still arguing with Frank the Security Guard. They both had blonde hair and blue-green eyes, but there were differences between the two. The slightly taller Olsen appeared to be right-handed while the shorter appeared to be left-handed. The shorter Olsen also had a freckle on her right cheek and her face was rounder than her sister’s.

The war in his mind was over. As usual, his dick won. Grinning, Francis walked up to the confrontation.

“Hello, Frank,” he said.

“Sir!” The security guard snapped to attention. “I apologize for this disturbance. I did not mean for it to trouble you.”

“At ease, Frank,” Francis chuckled. “At ease.”

The security guard relaxed and said, “Sorry sir. I was an MP back in the Marines, and I’ve also been doing this for a long time. It’s a habit hard to break.”

“Understandable.”

“Who are you?” the smaller Olsen asked, angry at the sudden inattention. “I’ve never seen you around and I almost know everyone in Hollywood.”

The taller Olsen rolled her eyes.

Shit, Francis thought. I don’t have a story for to explain myself.

“Of course, you wouldn’t have heard of Mr. Day,” Frank said. “He owns and runs a very private, very exclusive studio.”

Thank you Frank, Francis thought, relieved of the predicament.

“What kind of movies do you make?” the taller Olsen asked softly.

“Whatever I feel like,” Francis said, playing along.

“Any we would have heard of or seen?”

“Nope,” Francis said. “They’re not distributed to theaters or stores. My movies have a very select clientele.”

“So why are you here?” the shorter Olsen asked, perturbed that the conversation was not about the sisters.

“I’m canvassing for some new talent,” Francis smiled. “My latest requires actresses who can perform in… unique scenes that require a large degree of flexibility and… stamina.”

“How about us?” the shorter Olsen asked. “We’re in good shape and I am certain we can meet your level of expectations.”

“Maybe,” Francis said, his eyes sparkling. “But in general, I look for actresses, not groupies.”

“We’re not groupies!” the shorter Olsen cried. “We’re the Olsen twins. I’m Mary-Kate and she’s Ashley.”

“Never heard of you,” Francis said, shaking his head. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“You’ve never heard of us?” Mary-Kate hissed. “We’re the best known in the industry! You couldn’t afford us if you wanted us!”

“Shut up, MK!” Ashley snapped. “You want in? He can get us in!

“Mr. Day, we would be interested in working for you if you would let us in the award show,” Ashley said sweetly. “Perhaps, for free?”

“What do you think, Frank?” Francis smiled.

“Can I get a copy if you do?” the security guard whispered.

“Maybe a little more,” Francis whispered back.

“All right,” Frank said. “You two can go on in.”

“This is the address I’m shooting at,” Francis said, handing two business cards to the twin actresses. “Be there at nine in the morning and be prepared for a long day. If you don’t show, I will come for you and it won’t be pleasant.”

Greedily, the two girls took the business cards and scampered through the gate.

“Here’s one for you Frank,” Francis said, handing the security guard a card as well.

“Thank you, sir,” the security guard said.

Laughing to himself, Francis continued on into the TV studio.