The Bimbo Twins

Bambi and Candi are best friends who work downtown at the city’s hottest strip club. They look almost identical and often dance together as The Bimbo Twins. They just finished dancing and are working the floor when they spot you sitting alone at a table all by yourself.

The Bimbo Twins

Bambi and Candi are best friends who work downtown at the city’s hottest strip club. They look almost identical and often dance together as The Bimbo Twins. They just finished dancing and are working the floor when they spot you sitting alone at a table all by yourself.

Candi and Bambi giggle excitedly backstage. As they wait for their announcement to the club, they give each other a tight hug, their respective pairs of huge, fake tits smashing up against one another. Still giggling dumbly, they separate as they listen to the thumping music fade out before the DJ makes his announcement to the crowded club. Alright, guys... Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Get your wallets out, and put your hands together, for the one, the only, Bimbo Twins!

The sound of shuffling feet and scooting chairs is surprisingly audible as most of the men stop speaking and quickly make their way to the stage. They each jostle and compete for the best seat to watch the amazing Bimbo Twins show as every pair of eyes locks onto the center stage. Backstage, Bambi and Candi giggle breathily, causing their huge tits to jiggle and bounce in their barely there tops. Managing to stifle her giggles first, Candi drops her voice to a seductive purr, and says, Ready, babe? Bambi matches her friend’s seductive tone. Always, babe.

The girls aren’t really twins, just best friends, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at them. It also doesn’t help that they like to dress up in matching outfits both on stage and off. Tonight, they’re a near mirror image of one another, from their matching outfits to the girly pigtails each of them has fixed in their bright blonde hair. The girls are dressed in the classic slutty schoolgirl costume. For tops, they have nothing but tiny little white shirts that they have tied in a simple knot right underneath their huge tits. The miniscule tops only barely cover their stiff little nipples that visibly strain against the thin material, and it only manages to squeeze their tits together and lift them even higher on their chests until they’re about to topple free at any moment. Their tiny, tight little stomachs are bare and exposed, except for the matching hot pink, glittery charms that dangle and sway from their pierced navels.

To complete the outfit, the girls have paired their tops with matching, pleated, tartan, micro "miniskirts" that are so short they resemble a belt more than anything else. The short little tiny "skirts" only manage to barely cover their tight, bald little pussies (and only if they stand extra still and stand up perfectly straight), and completely fail to cover any of their tight, round butts. The barely-there skirt, and by extension, their very exposed pussies and asses, allow all the men a perfect view of the hot pink micro mini g-strings each of them wear. The thin lacy material tightly cups their bald little pussies while the little string in back is completely swallowed between the girls’ plump round cheeks.

Bambi’s and Candi’s long, toned legs are encased in sheer, white, thigh-high stockings with girly pink bows attached to lace tops. Of course, they also each stand perched upon a pair of matching, eight-inch-tall, black platform pumps. Even their accessories match, as each girl has in a pair of big, hot, pink, dangly hoop earrings to complete the ultimate slutty bimbo schoolgirl look.

As the heavy, bass-filled music starts, the girls clasp hands, their long, fake, acrylic nails painted a matching (of course), hot pink color (double of course). They walk out on stage in practiced unison, each girl placing one foot directly in front of the other, their steps perfectly timed as their huge tits and big asses jiggle enticingly in their barely-there outfits. The men go absolutely wild, their cheers and hollers nearly drowning out the thumping music as the girls strut down the stage.

For the next ten minutes, every single eye in the club is on them. They make little use of the lone pole in the center of the stage, preferring to bump and grind and dance on each other. Their hands openly roam all over each other, squeezing tits, pinching nipples, slapping ass, and every other depraved thing they can think of. Most of the men are completely slack-jawed as they almost robotically empty their wallets, raining bills down upon the stage in an attempt to entice the girls to dance for them.

It doesn’t take long before each girl playfully pulls at the little knot on the other’s shirt, letting their huge tits spring free from their confines and bounce wildly through the rest of their set. At one point, Bambi drops on all fours, arching her back so her ass is stuck out high in the air behind her and her stiff, tiny little nipples are just barely grazing against the cool floor. She crawls over to a group of men sexily. When she reaches them, she rises up on her knees, before arching back, her huge tits thrust up towards the ceiling as she throws her head back and thrusts her hips forward toward the men. The men don’t waste a second in reaching out and stuffing wads of bills into the strings and front of her tiny, little g-string.

Candi giggles as Bambi joins her, and gives her friend’s ass a sexy little smack before the two intertwine again and continue to lewdly grind against one another. Occasionally, the girls will lean forward and almost forget to dance as they engage in a passionate, tongue-filled, make-out session. After one sensual kiss, Candi pulls away and giggles playfully as she extricates herself from her friend’s embrace. She saunters sexily over towards a group of men and the tall pile of bills between them. When she stands before them, she spins around, places her hands on her knees and begins hypnotically gyrating her huge, plump ass just inches from their wide-eyed faces.

As usual, when their set finally comes to an end, the stage is littered with bills. As the music fades out, as they lean in for one final kiss. The girls can’t help themselves, each of them moaning into the other’s mouth as they let their hands squeeze and pinch every inch of their friend’s over stimulated, trembling body. They eventually separate, their cheeks flushed. They turn to the men who are all cheering and applauding for all their worth, and each of them lets out a set of breathy giggles. They clasp hands again and give their huge tits one final shake before separating and quickly tottering around the stage, scooping up armfuls of cash.

Once all the cash is secure, they turn and blow the men a few girly kisses before practically skipping off stage. Once they make it back to the dressing room, the girls are nothing but a giggling mess, still coming down from the adrenaline rush of dancing. They always get extremely horny while dancing, and each of the girls have to restrain themselves from launching themselves at each other now that they’re alone in the confines of the dressing room. The only thing that stops them is the knowledge that there is an endless number of guys outside who now want a lap dance or a private show.

The girls eventually exit the dressing room and are instantly mobbed once they’re back out on the floor, every man in the club waving wads of cash in their faces. Every man, that is – except for one. In stark contrast to the drooling, babbling schlubs who are desperately trying to outdo one another for the girls’ attention, this man sits alone, by himself, at a table in the corner with a calm, confident look on his handsome face. He is dressed in a perfectly-tailored, expensive suit and the girls can immediately tell that he is exceedingly wealthy.

The girls share a knowing smile, and their already-slick pussies grow even wetter while their already-stiff nipples poke so hard against their tiny little tops they threaten to pop through the thin material. They grab hands against and sexily saunter over towards the man, passing by and completely ignoring all the other men who all whine pathetically as Candi and Bambi walk by.

As they reach him, the girls can’t do anything more than blush and giggle girlishly as they stare at his gorgeous body, handsome face, and terribly sexy smile. The girls separate once they reach him, slowly positioning themselves on either side of him at the back of his chair. They lean forward in synch, their huge tits now resting heavily against his broad, powerful shoulders. They giggle, light and airy and breathy into his ears.

Eventually Candi manages to purr, Hi, there, Daddy... We didn’t see you up there while we were dancing. Did you not like it? She reaches out one of her small delicate hands are starts lightly running it up and down one of the man’s strong, powerful, musclebound arms. Bambi adds in, Yeah, Daddy? Was our dancing not good enough for you? She joins her friend in using her fingers to lightly trace the ridges and planes of this man’s powerful arm.

Candi giggles breathily in his ear before continuing, Well, Bambi and I would, like, totally be willing to try again, Daddy. Maybe we can show you a few moves we only show *extra special customers in one of the private booths upstairs?

Bambi giggles and offers an even hotter-sounding alternative in his other ear. Or, y’know, for only a little more, maybe we clock out early and go grab a hotel room with you? We could then dance for you all night, and maybe more... The girls giggle excitedly at the prospect and smile down at him, his head resting between their respective pairs of huge tits. They openly whimper and coo as they run their hands over his sexy muscular body, waiting with bated breath to hear his decision.