Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 61
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 61 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
Sin City was swinging. It was the launch of a new range of watches by a French designer firm. And the entire Bikini Bowlarama had been taken over for a Fashion Show. The choreographer was a close friend of the twins, so they weren't just invited, they were practically a part of the show.
Annie, the transvestite choreographer preened and clucked over them admiringly. "Darlings, you really should have been models. You would have been sensational together on the ramp."
They laughed in unison, something they'd begun doing again over the last few days. They were happy to be together again, and it showed. They had both shed the couple of kgs they'd put on during the separation and had been working out together again at the gym, just like old times. Annie wasn't exaggerating. With their shapely physiques wrapped in body-hugging green minis, they were more watchable than some of the bony-assed models.
The show's theme was Sporty, because the watches being launched were the trendy Swatchy kind. But the only sport some of the outfits on display would have been suited for were bedroom sports!
Sherie and Shauna spent the entire show watching the reactions of a pair of prim-looking journalists who seemed outrageously offended by each new outfit.
As the show went on, and the outfits got more and more revealing, the two disapproving journos looked more and more disgusted. Finally, one got up and voiced a protest against "the obscenity" being shown. She was booed down by the audience.
After much fretting and fuming, both women got up in the middle of the last round -- men's sportwear -- and started to head for the exit, making a big show of their deliberate departure by walking across the ramp, which was basically the two centre-most bowling lanes of the concourse.
The problem was, the men were in these really skimpy bikini swim trunks, gyrating to the deafening pulse of "Ya Sexy Thing" (after The Full Monty) and they thought that the journalists wanted to join the act.
So as the two offended females tried to walk across the ramp to show their protest, the guys caught hold of them by the waist and began to do the hippy-hippy-shake with them, rubbing pelvises up so close, you could see the waistbands of their swimtrunks roll up and down!
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