I don't own Street fighter
Day 15: It was still Day fifteen. Jay had followed Sammy and Pammy in the Jeep they had entered a rather risqué looking building, there was a portable sign up front that said 'Amateur night' and upon it many Polaroid pictures... most of them tourist-looking (and some homely) white girls, clearly too drunk to realize what they were signing up for, but Sammy and Pammy were clearly not drunk!
"Girls!..." he parked and rushed in after them, heading into the currently closed strip club to find the twins approaching a matronly looking older woman, sitting at a desk as a much younger dark-skinned African woman performed on the main stage twirling around the pole fully dressed, apparently practicing for later.
The matron woman eyed Sammy and Pammy with some interest, "Amateurs? Sign-" but see paused seeing him. "We're not open yet!" she declared as Sammy and Pammy looked at him. "Throw his ass out." She snapped her fingers and a tall black man with a military crew cut, clearly a bouncer, took his gaze from the woman on stage, now practicing her 'twerking' in full view of Sammy and Pammy, and approached a nervous Jay.
"W-wait a second." As the bouncer grabbed him. "W-wait I'm their-" he began but he started to be dragged away. Sammy and Pammy who were curiously distracted by the twerking woman realized that Jay was in 'danger'. Their heads turned so fast, they could've given themselves whiplash glaring at the bouncer, and immediately went on the offensive. Luckily Jay was smart enough to stop them from horrifically killing or horrifically crippling the man doing his job,
The bouncer certainly looked confused as the twins proceeded to grapple, bend and cling tightly to him, threatening to snap multiple bones at the mere THOUGHT of hostility towards Jay, who was quick. "No-no-no!" they blinked at him curiously. "Let's all take a breath, let the nice man, go." He said cautiously as if trying to calm down very angry bears unsure if they wanted to eat him or not.
The girls paused but eventually shoved the bouncer away from Jay, standing between them warningly as the woman at the sign-in counter frowned. "Who are you?" she asked irately as he cautiously mumbled.
"Oh I'm uh-Jay."
"Well, 'Jay', we are closed. "Do you have business with these girls?" she snapped, gesturing to the twins, and quickly realizing there were probably more than just amateur strippers... something far more dangerous judging by how quickly they restrained her bouncer. And as more bouncers were about to rush in, she waved them down.
Jay however paused, suddenly he was confronted with a question that he wasn't sure how to answer his relationship to Sammy and Pammy. Father? No: that's not accurate. Friend? Maybe. Guardian? They protect each other. "I'm... their manager?" he replied as the twins looked at each other, then back at the woman who sniffed.
"Manager? So they're professionals?"
"No, they've never been on a stage... but... well..." he then looked at Sammy and Pammy. But they were watching the practicing Stripper again. "...Look at them." He said, gesturing to Sammy and Pammy.
"Yes they are very pretty." Replied the woman with a shrug, "But if they are participating in Amateur night, they need to sign up. "So. Are you girls in?" she asked as Sammy and Pammy looked back at each other, then at Jay.
"Uh..." he paused, then realized that as scummy as it made him feel... this was a good opportunity to maybe get some local money. And it's not like they were going into the business... just enough to get to the embassy... maybe a motel room for a night or two. Gas for the Jeep... "Do they get paid?"
"They get to keep any tips." She said, eyeing the girls in their coats. "...And if they are good dancers I can tell you that might be a lot." She noted. The Twins were, in her opinion, easily 9s judging by their faces alone, and they looked so familiar. But if the curves barely hidden by those coats were anything to go by they were definitely living works of art. "Are they signing up or not?"
"...I..." he hesitated and looked at the twins, who as always tilted their heads at him in sync... it would be creepy if they weren't incredibly sexy. "I guess so."
"Sign here then." She said holding out a clipboard as Jay blinked, he was fairly certain that the girls didn't know how to write... so naturally they instantly proved him wrong. First Sammy, then Pammy, signing their names quickly on the same line. The woman raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. Producing a Polaroid camera. "Alright... let's take your photo quickly. Take off those coats."
Like flashers the girls then opened their coats suddenly revealing their perfectly sculpted bodies, the woman practicing on stage suddenly stricken with surprise at their beauty, losing her grip and crashing onto her thick black ass with an obvious thump. Only Jay seemed concerned for her, everyone else was staring at the twins in their patriotic bikinis...
"...You two are going to be popular." The woman declared with certainty before taking their photo, the picture sliding out as she waved it. "Pin this up outside." She said, slapping the starring bouncer in the face with it to get his attention as the twins closed their coats again. "Do you two want to practice? You have to wait until Starry Nights finishes."
"Practice? Um-Ah GIRLS!?" Jay blinked as the Girls grabbed him, and turned him around. Both of them smiled as they playfully pushed him to the exit. "H-hey what are you doing?!" he squeaked as they pushed him outside, still smiling at him before shutting the door. He stood there for a minute, "...Do they want it to be a surprise?" he noted nervously but sighed... rubbing his head. "This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea." He repeated, but turned to the jeep, crawling inside... suddenly feeling exhausted. Flopping onto the Mattress and almost immediately passing out after the adrenaline wore off.
...
When he awoke night had fallen, and the cheers and hoots of drunken perverts echoed outside. He stuck his head out the tent flap, the Paka Za Ngono was quickly filling with men... he hesitated. Inwardly he didn't WANT to watch Sammy and Pammy be drooled over by drunken perverts, but at the same time, he was fairly certain they were doing it for HIM, specifically... Not for the money, but because they wanted him, specifically, to watch them dance.
And that just made his heart flutter... and his dick hard. But that first one more than the second. He slid out of the tent and was making his way inside. He was stopped at the front door by one of the bouncers, there were two filtering the crowd, but the other said something in Swahili, and Jay was gestured inside.
Starry Nights who was practicing earlier was now performing on stage, her big black ass cheeks wobbling in a starry thong as she rested on her hands and knees, backside to the crowd and giving attention to one particularly generous tipper to the hoots of the crowd. He tried to find a spot out of the way, sitting at an empty table as topless women walked about, wearing pasties and thongs, passing out drinks.
"Do those girls not talk?" he jumped suddenly to find the woman who had them sign asked, appearing out of nowhere and staring at him darkly as he flinched.
"T-They are non-verbal. Yes." He replied nervously as a waitress approached the woman, handing her a margarita. The woman drank...
"...From what I gather they want you up front." She said, pointing to the stage. "They're on next. Starry's almost done." She noted. As he blinked.
"You Gather?"
"They can be very expressive." She replied sourly, "...And since I'm fairly certain they can break my bouncers, I can only comply with their request. There is a table reserved for you." She added, and sure enough, he just realized there was a table and a single empty seat. "Sit there." He said as Starry Nights began gathering her singles into a pile, crawling on the stage before taking everything and walking past a curtain out of sight as the DJ, another woman began speaking in Swahili.
He reached the chair just as the music began to change. It went from some generic pop song to something that was only a steady drumbeat. The DJ then spoke Swahili again, only with two distinct words he recognized. "Sammy! Pammy!" the crowd clapped and cheered, clearly they saw the picture of the twins outside with the rest...
The curtains opened and the cheers ROSE. The Twins in their flag bikinis, Sammy in Stars and Stripes, Pammy in a Union Jack. Strutted down the catwalk PERFECTLY in sync. As if there was only one of them walking along a mirror. Their beautiful faces were stiff, and their bodies were perfect... also a bit more glittery. Stripper body glitter apparently.
One-Two-One-Two... they both reached the chrome pole then they stood around it, pressing their hands flatly together and looking into each other's eyes. Again, as if looking in a mirror. They began to work together, thrusting their hips towards the poles, their crotches touching as the crowd whistled and hooted. Before fully pressing their sumptuous bodies together, bulging and rubbing together... then kissing. The crowd cheered as the girls continued their mirror dance, and the first shower of cash jumped onto the stage but Jay wasn't taking note of the notes, he was watching the girls make out.
They pulled away, then before doing little twists of their hips, still perfectly in sync: like one woman in two bodies. Swaying their hips side to side, their asses wobbling slowly as the men around them lecherously leered, licking their lips, one of them reaching up to grab at Sammy's leg, only for her to kick it easily away. Pammy in a mirror imitation, kicked the air behind her before they turned around, ass to ass... Squatting down together back to back as they rubbed their inner thighs.
...It was more of a fascinating burlesque show than a raunchy stripper session. People would still touch themselves watching it regardless.
The girls gyrated and rolled their hips together, perfectly in sync before glancing at Jay and flashing the first appearance of an emotion once they were on stage. They smiled seductively and rolled over together, on their hands and knees... as the crowd went WILD...
...They had learned to twerk. And twerk GOOOOOOD.
Jay watched in awe as those big, phat, beautiful pawg asses wiggled and jiggled, SOMEHOW, still flexing in sync. Wobble wobble, jiggle jiggle, perfect motion and muscle control as the bills rained down upon them. Their asscheeks seemed to swat the bills out of the air, Pammy catching a few between the shuttering claps of her ass cheeks.
Flexibly, they suddenly did the splits, facing each other as their asses continued to wobble, men tossing money onto them, some getting bold and slapping their hands onto Sammy and Pammy's asses. They mostly went ignored by the twins, focusing on each other as they continued their seductive dance, face to face again they push off the floor, squatting on their heels as they rapidly clapped their ass cheeks. Their hands above their heads before swinging down in loud dramatic CLAPS that echoed over the drumbeat of the music.
They haven't even taken off their clothes yet but hundreds of bills littered the stage. So much so you couldn't SEE the stage anymore just bills carpeting the polished floor as the girls stood up, and dropped down again, pressing cheek to cheek and pushing their asses out.
Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap. They looked Right at Jay and playfully stuck out their tongues, coiling them like curling their fingers invitingly at him, as if trying to encourage him to join them on stage... turn this dance show into a sex show...
He had no doubt they would, judging by the MASSIVE hard-on he was stifling under the table. They stood up, and grabbed the pole on either side of it. Sammy's hand above Pammy's as they both swirled clockwise around it, still mirroring each other, before cartwheeling athletically in the air, spreading their legs and dropping down in another perfect pair of splits, they leaned over each other's left leg, forming a 'circle' around the pole, before twerking their perfect pawg backside's once more... Sammy's ass was closer to Jay's face, so that was the ass getting the most of his attention.
Something Pammy clearly noticed. Scowling she suddenly broke character. Sliding suddenly from Sammy she did a one-handed cartwheel over her Landing in front of her sister and jumping her ass cheeks up and down, quickly getting Jay's attention. Sammy was somewhat insulted and slightly annoyed that her sister broke up their routine to take Jay's attention... she flipped onto her hands, spreading her legs in a perfect split as the crowd cheered, her ass looming over Pammy's head like a rising full moon... and rippling as if it was a reflection of that moon in disturbed water.
Jay did not play favorites... he watched both girls eagerly, and ignored the sheer fortune of money being tossed upon them... he was still starring at them when the doors suddenly opened and a collection of military men entered... one fired a pistol round into the ceiling.
A large fat man with a very Castro like beard and a military uniform roared out. "WHO'S JEEP IS PARKED OUT FRONT?!"
The music stopped and the twins stopped twerking, blinking angrily at him. How DARE he interrupt their dancing for Jay. The men stopped hooting, and hollering, and quickly cleared the area around the stage as the military men entered, most of them taking seats around the stag, lecherously gazing at Sammy and Pammy with interest as they both returned to full and upright positions...
Fat Castro, was furious... but even he could not tear his gaze away from the twins as he thumped towards them, eyeing the women lecherously. As they scowled at him. "...Who's jeep. Is out front? The one with the TENT?" he said coolly as Jay stayed silent..." the fat castro didn't even look around, still gazing at the girls. Clearly, his interest started with the jeep outside and ended with the sexy blonde twins. He licked his lips. "This is a strip club...Take off your clothes." He ordered, the Girls scowled at him.
These men must be the mercenaries, but why did they care about the jeep? Jay had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. But at least the fat Castro was increasingly more interested in the twins... as annoying and awful as he personally thought that was.
Regardless, there was only one man in the WHOLE WORLD who could tell Pammy and Sammy what to do, it was Jason 'Jay' Jameson. Certainly not Fat Castro. Who drew his pistol and aimed it at them, they seemed unconcerned. "Did I stutter you sluts? Take off your clothes!" the men laughed lecherously, eagerly awaiting full nudity as the girls scowled at him... and almost tiredly looked at Jay, as if silently asking him for permission to beat living daylights out of ALL of them. And there were at least a dozen.
Fat Castro, seeing as the girls were giving more attention to Jay than his orders held the gun to Jay's head in impotent fury. "Did I stutter!?" he repeated, snapping at the girls before they did some snapping... of their own.
Emotionally and Physically... you do not threaten their Jay.
While Fat Castro yelled at them one of his men reached out to grab one of the bigger bills on stage right by Sammy's foot... she stomped on his hand so HARD in her stripper heels she pierced RIGHT through his hand. He screamed as Pammy swung her leg up, knocking the gun from Fat Castro's head before leaping towards him, legs open, wrapping around his head... and twisting completely around until she was sitting on his shoulders and his face was looking down at his fat ass...
...Then all HELL broke loose. Jay hit the dirt as the mercenaries began screaming, along with the patrons, the other strippers, and waitresses... everything was utter chaos as Sammy and Pammy proceeded to utterly destroy the mercenaries just because one of them threatened Jay.
Finally peaking his head up he watched the decimation of the mercs, glancing at the stage, and scooping up bills into a neat pile. hhe squealed in horror as the sign-in lady appeared beside him, keeping her head low and handing him an old empty purse.
"Take the money and GO! There are more mercenaries in town!" she warned as Sammy kicked on so hard with a cannon spike he flew over their heads into the bar. She helped Jay scoop the money into the purse by the armfuls, they had just finished as the last Mercenary let out a horrific cry of insane fear. The girls surrounded him, much like their mirror dance, they twirled, and swung their shapely legs in a high, devastating arch right into his neck... when they pulled away he wobbled on his feet but his neck looked like the spring of a jack in the box... and he collapsed.
"Thank you! Girls! TIME TO GO!" he declared, rushing out of the ruined bar as the girls quickly followed him. He tried to quickly get into the Jeep as they caught him. "Ack! Girls!" he mumbled as they squeezed him lovingly tight. "URK! I'm okay! I'm fine!" he replied, blushing at their clear concern. "But we need to leave!" Sammy and Pammy finally lifted him from the ground. "Ah!" and rushed to the Jeep, faster than he could run certainly. They threw him into the back of the jeep. He blinked... "Wait a second." He mumbled before scrambling to the driver's side of the tent, sticking his head through the flap. "Wait! I'm driving!" he whimpered as Sammy and Pammy slipped into the driver's and passenger's seat. "You don't even know where we're Go-" he was about to say 'going' however-
"You there! Stop!" a collection of mercenaries pointed at the jeep. "Where did you get that Jeep?!"
"Go! Go! Go!" he squeaked as Sammy grinned, and hit the gas... speeding away from the mercs as they opened fire.
End