The Sin Twins: Club Ballyhoo - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Club Ballyhoo

... of the food and drink reflected the quality of the wares and service. As Club Ballyhoo was a private club, the standard rules governing sexual contact in public, which are rarely enforced for feminine audiences, anyway, didn’t apply. While all-nude male strippers weren’t the complete focus of the place, they were a main attraction. The dancers all knew that anything was permissible, provided consent was given, and no money was exchanged. Tipping, however, was allowed.

The blond twins were quite popular there; twins tend to get more than double their fair share of attention. Tina and Tara always went to Club Ballyhoo when their victim bailed. If their mark got cold feet, couldn’t handle them, or terminated the game through something else that was no fault of either twin, they treated themselves to a very expensive meal and extremely decadent debauchery. It was also the one place where they still played the matching outfits trick.

The first time they went, they dressed exactly the same and made a big game about the dancers not being able to tell the two of them apart. Other than their deceased mother, nobody, not even their father, could. Ryanna, the hostess and emcee, made it into a running bet. Until the headlining dancer, known as Prince Charming, could tell which twin was which, the twins drank for free, and he had to pay the women’s tab.

That night, the two sisters chose identical, coral-colored, toga dresses that were incredibly sexy. A ruched, single-shoulder ...

... wrap, exposing most of their chests and cleavage, the matching dresses were blowsy, more than a little diaphanous, and cut to entice. The rounded hem rose sharply upward, exposing half of one leg and the other one almost completely. In those sexy frocks, the sexy, blond twins were all legs, ass, and tits—just a scant bit of thin, sheer fabric thrown over their delectable flesh.

A long slit up to mid-thigh gave the billowy, ruched fabric extra allure. Wide, sequined belts, all glimmering darkness, gave the pale color some contrast, and they did each other’s makeup to match. Charcoals and other somber colors with some added glitter tied everything together nicely. They eschewed restrictive undergarments for two reasons: they intended on getting wild, and the coral toga dresses were so see-through that the addition of anything beneath them would hinder the slutty vibe of sultry sexiness.

Ryanna gave them a huge introduction when they made their entrance, hyping up the bet, the twins, and their outfits, making all sorts of fanfare. Inside the Ballyhoo, the Pumphord twins were celebrities. The bartender, a loincloth-clad, bare-chested barbarian type, a foam sword slung over his back, had their drinks ready before they’d even made it to the bar. A tray of mixed drinks and tequila shots in hand, the horny blonds grabbed a table in the main dance room, close to the main stage.

The all-male staff dressed to please the female gaze. Chosen for their bodies and sexiness, they were ...