02-03-2026, 12:33 AM
When it came to a brand new year, Gia & Gina Glimmer refused to set goals or have any expectations looming over their heads.
Such things were relics of their past lives, and ones they were more than happy to leave behind for good.
As far as they were concerned, the idea of new year's resolutions was stupid and only for people who felt there was actually something they needed to improve upon. Were there things the twins could probably have going their way a little more? Absolutely, but they weren't going to go around sharing such things so openly. After all, if there was ever a moment where the Glimmers weren't grinning and gloating about how they were always steps ahead of everybody else, then the door would be open for people to hunt for any weakness that could be used to make them feel useless, or perhaps gain any sort of control over them.
Kinky BDSM fun was one thing, but Gia & Gina were not anybody's to control, no matter what some out there probably thought or hoped.
That had probably been one of the biggest reasons why the one issue they'd probably cave and make a resolution for pissed them off so much.
What happened on New Year's Eve still rattled around in their skulls like the bullet that could have very well destroyed everything they'd worked so hard to build themselves into, and it made one thing crystal clear: for as smart as manipulative as he was, Antonio wouldn't think twice about letting the likes of Cirque du Sins, KABLAMia, SCW, and anybody else be left trying to pick up the pieces and explain what happened if he felt wronged enough to jump straight to ending lives. So long as he had the last laugh at the end of the day, he was a man who would get one over on you by any means necessary, and the harder you pushed back and kept him from his supposedly inevitable victory, the farther things would escalate.
While Gia & Gina knew that Antonio was a very dangerous and unstable man way too high on his own ego to really give a fuck about anybody else, up until that night, they had always believed Antonio would never dare cross that line because it would have the police knocking on his doorstep and dismantling his entire illicit empire right before his very eyes. Maybe if the twins had just been the raunchy stars of the sluttiest big top in all the land and that was it, this could've been a whole different story. But wrestling for SCW, being its tag team champions, practically being the reason the ratings constantly spiked through the ceiling whenever they strutted their sexy asses onto TV screens across the globe? Logically, that should've made them bulletproof.
In retrospect, either the twins had underestimated just how far Antonio would go at the drop of a dime, or they had gotten a little too cocky after going so long being able to somehow work virtually every situation they found themselves in to their favor, even against all odds.
Still, they had learned their lesson that night, just as they had also learned just how far some people in SCW would go just to try and stop them. Technically, the twins (Gia specifically if you really wanted to get anal about it) had finally tasted defeat... but it took Xander Valentine swallowing his pride and helping Selena's wife to do it, which also denied Gia the chance to add more gold to the Glimmer camp. Interestingly enough, Xander didn't turn right around and pull a repeat performance in helping Amelia Nevado as Gina happily messed with her, nor was there any effort to stop them from clowning on some new guy and that weirdo who complains about social media out in the parking lot the very next week.
Even still, the twins considered Fatal Fortunes an overall win, especially considering there was a moment in time where they almost wouldn't have been able to actually make it.
Gina: I still can't believe Antonio fucking lost it like that.
Gia: I can't believe I'm not doing this with a belt covering each tit. That big bitch is getting put out to pasture this weekend.
Gina: Funny how quickly you moved on from the fact that a psychopathic loan shark tried to put a bullet between your eyes.
Gia: Moved on? Hell no! But nobody needs to know that so I'm going to complain about something just as relevant instead.
The one benefit to a lot of the twins' acts for Cirque du Sins was the fact that they were often so high up that they could freely chat away and nobody would catch a word of what they were talking about. If anything, all the horny freaks putting their asses in seats would see their lips moving and probably imagine they were saying all sorts of dirty, kinky, downright filthy things while they danced and flipped about on the tightrope without a care in the world. It did make the act all the more impressive all the same, given that this was normally something you'd devote absolute focus to if you didn't want to fall and ruin the show, let alone break something if the safety net didn't hold.
Lucian: How about that folks? Bloody good shit, right? Just imagine what those sinful sisters could be saying right about now... bet your imagination's running wild and your goddamn pants are ready to be replaced, huh mates?
The crowd for today's show were more than happy to lose their shit in response, especially when Gia backflipped and contorted her body so her toes joined her hands and chin in balancing on the tightrope while her spine was bent in a perfect C-shape, leading to Gina using her sister's ass for her own handstand into a wide upside-down split that then gave way to a little bit of twerking, as a treat. This, combined with the Glimmers' seductive gazes looking down on all of them like these people had to earn the right to get their attention, only amped up the crowd even more, impressed by the absurd display of balance and acrobatics and absolutely horny for everything else on display.
Lucian raised the mic to his lips once more, ready to call an end to the twins' act, but he was cut off by an even louder roar from the fans. The ringmaster looked confused for a moment until he turned his gaze up to his star act... and about had a heart attack on the spot in the best way when a pair of tights landed right on his face. Whose were they? Who cares, especially when another pair followed suit, followed by tops, and we're pretty sure you get the point. Eventually, Gia & Gina are standing naked and proud on the tightrope, blowing kisses to the audience before they do backflips in stereo to lead into practically straddling the wire like cowgirls, a pair of sensual, unashamed moans echoing out and driving every paying customer absolutely mad.
Lucian: Holy... holy shit... well, that's one way to beat this fucking desert heat, am I right mates?
The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh as they finished up the improvised addition to their routine, leaving those fans practically begging to swarm the center ring and form a human ladder just so the twins could climb down on them. It did put Lucian in an interesting spot to wrap up the show a tiny bit later than planned, but as far as they were concerned?
Sex sells, and business couldn't be better.
Gina: Did you see how quickly these Phoenix fucks creamed their jeans when we started stripping up there?
Gia: Maybe we should've invited Amelia and her wife so they could get an uncensored view of your boobs. Ooh, or Selena's wife as a present for being the first to 'beat' either one of us... probably could show her a few things that snow cunt could never pull off in the bedroom.
Gina: Oh, are we playing homewrecker now? Or just inserting ourselves into marriages so both partners know what it's like to have a little more spice to liven things up?
Gia: Hey, we'd ask for consent first. It'd be rude not to.
Lucian: What in the absolute bloody fucking hell was all that now!?
With their routine over and no plans for any Lust Ticket fun times (mostly because despite being winter, Arizona was still so hot anybody would literally sweat their balls off), Gia & Gina had descended from their tightrope platform without a stitch of clothing to hide the heat they were rocking, mostly because they had tried to bury Lucian in them for their own amusement. Unsurprisingly, their pudgy ringmaster had almost immediately hunted them down before they got too far, holding the pair of tights that had turned into an impromptu addition to his top hat... though neither twin made a move to reclaim them, not that Lucian seemed too keen on coughing them back up just yet.
Gia: What? You didn't like our little last second addition to the show Lucy?
Lucian: If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be pitching my own bloody 'big top' if you know what I mean, now would I?
Gina: Gross. Also, you really can't blame us when Phoenix is so hot Gia and I could collect sweat in our cleavage and probably bottle it to sell to some horny basement dwellers for a few extra bucks.
Gia: Speaking of sweaty and gross... how the hell have you not keeled over yet wearing that getup?
Gia motions to the fact that Lucian is donning his usual ringmaster attire, and between that and the fact that he was an obese slob on the best of days, the man literally looked like he had just spent the past few hours in a sauna and not bouncing around the center ring like an oversized slinky.
Lucian: I mean... if you cunts want me to strip right here and now...
???: I don't think anybody wants to see what you're hiding beneath all that blob, Lucy. No offense, of course.
Gia & Gina's disgust at Lucian's proposal immediately disappears at the familiar snarky tone, and as all eyes turn towards its source, the twins have to stop themselves from trying to drape their naked asses over Angel like a pair of feather boas. Despite the bandage still covering his cheek from when Antonio had literally pistol-whipped him with that gaudy revolver of his, he looked to be all smiles as he strutted up to the group fully decked out like he was ready to go work the streets.
Lucian: First off, fucking rude mate. Second, it's bloody good to see you again, Angel.
Gina: How are you doing after... you know...
Angel: Making probably the most suicidal decision of my life to save you sluts? Eh... just another day in my life. Besides, this circus needs those tits and asses you ladies are packing to keep the moolah coming in.
Gia: True, but I don't see what's stopping you from joining us full time Angel. New Year's Eve really proved the three of us are impossible to resist and guaranteed to cause underwear to start hitting the floor.
Angel's smile slowly faded at that as he turned his gaze to the floor, and the twins exchanged concerned looks at whatever Gia may have accidentally caused. Lucian, for his own part, went from being excited about keeping Angel around as a full-time act that wasn't trying to fight with his top stars for the biggest spotlight to biting his bottom lip so hard he drew a bit of blood.
He knew, more than the Glimmers did, that if someone with ties to Antonio was hesitating about something, it was never good news.
Angel: It's tempting, believe me... especially since I still have no idea why the hell you two even went so far out of your way to try and save someone like me. But trust me when I say that you're better off stepping out of this while you have the chance.
Gia: And what the hell is Antonio going to do, huh?
Gina: Pretty sure his ass will be running from the law for at least a good-
Lucian: -nother week at best if we're lucky.
Gia & Gina did a double take at Lucian cutting in on their response, but aside from the fact that he was soaking a handkerchief to try and wipe the obscene amount of sweat from his fat face, there was nothing funny about the tone of his voice or the look of worry he was giving them now.
Lucian: Look ladies, I ain't gonna mince my bloody words here. The fact that you two are alive right now? Really fucking lucky, not a goddamn doubt. But Antonio? He don't run from the feds for very long, yeah? There probably isn't a police department anywhere in this goddamned country he couldn't ruin with blackmail and bribes to clear all his charges because he knows most of those pigs in suits have done business with him without even realizing it.
Angel: Lucian's telling the truth. I've been working for Antonio long enough to see him get busted for something and be right back to running one of his clubs in 24 hours flat as though nothing happened at all. You seem like you might've gone out of your way for god knows whatever reason trying to figure out what dirt he's got on me... now imagine just about anybody recognized as a cop and you'd be smart to know this is your chance to bow out and stop trying to play this game, because next time? You better believe he's going to fucking kill you, end of story.
Gia: So what? We're just supposed to let him keep abusing you?
Angel: Why the fuck do you even care!? I got brought into this circus for the sole purpose of replacing you so Antonio could drag you into his fold! I've been nothing but a dick from the moment we first spoke, for that exact reason! I am literally not worth all this effort you two are putting in because you're just going to throw your lives away over someone who's worthless. This place wouldn't even be alive without you! You have an entire goddamned wrestling company wrapped around your fingers and you're just days away from humiliating probably their two biggest stars of all time! Me? I made my bed a long time ago... so please, just let me lay in it.
Gia opens her mouth to respond, but she pauses as Gina places a hand on her boobs to stop her. Gia looks confused, but Gina proceeds to step forward, sauntering right past an equally confused and very concerned (not to mention painfully aroused considering she's still butt naked) Lucian and moves right up to Angel... before grabbing him by the bra covering his fake tits and pulling him in so they're nose-to-nose.
Gina: No... we're not going to do that. You may think you don't matter Anthony, but Gia and I disagree. You're a goddamn human being at the end of the day, no matter what that asshole tells you! You deserve to live your own life and make your own choices! You showed some real balls when you risked yourself to keep me from watching my sister get her brains blown out... are you seriously going to castrate yourself and go crawling back to that dickhead knowing full well what he's probably going to do to you?
Angel: At least I deserve it!
???: Well, looks like I arrived just in time for the juicy part! You guys are really putting all those boring ass daytime soap operas to shame right now, you know that?
The mounting tension growing between Gina and Angel was shattered by a voice that sounded way too much like it belonged on one of those stupid game shows that old people love to watch and idiots love to attend the tapings for in some vain hope they can be picked to play and win some useless prize. Everyone's attention turned to find a grinning face casually adjusting a three-piece blue pinstriped suit with a bowtie, a sight that honestly had the Glimmers both wanting to just punch this guy already for interrupting.
Angel, however, trembled in Gina's grip, looking like he was on the verge of shitting bricks.
Lucian: Oi mate! Who the bloody fucking hell are you?
???: Oh, you didn't hear? Ahaha... ah, of course not. I suppose my business partner is still getting all his affairs in order after he went and fucked something up on New Year's Eve. Heard you two hot little numbers and his favorite toy all had something to do with it?
Gia: Do you mind? We were kind of in the middle of something here.
Gina: Seriously, just beat it so we can go back to talking some sense into-
Angel: Vincent...
Gina raised an eyebrow at Angel's borderline horrified utterance.
Gina: You know this wannabe TV host?
Vincent: Wannabe? And to think Antonio wanted you and your tittylicious little twin there to star in some of my movies. I've seen your amateur work and your old OnlyFans stuff, by the way... real slick work ladies. But, no sweat, I'll leave you all be... once I finish collecting what Antonio can't for the month.
It took a moment for those words to process, but once they did in the brain of Lucian Lurid, you'd swear his heart dropped right out of his ass and smashed a hole in the floor.
Lucian: Wait, you're here to collect!?
Vincent: Bingo, got it in one! You can call me Vincent. Like I said, Antonio's a business partner of mine. Provides me a lot of fine pieces of ass that I make into god tier porn stars. Just ask Angel here! Huge fan of all the work Antonio's had him do for me over the years!
Vincent walked up to Angel, completely ignoring the fact that Gina still had him by his bra, and gave him a hearty smack on the back that caused the drag queen to wince and tremble a bit more. That was when Gina let go, stepping back from the guy as he tried to get right in her face with the kind of leer that had her wanting to kick his teeth down his throat.
Lucian: Well mate- uh, Vincent... follow me and I'll get Antonio his loan payment for the month so you can get on with your day.
Vincent: Marvelous.
Vincent chuckled to himself as he followed behind Lucian, the ringmaster sweating even more buckets now as Vincent strutted like he was the cock of the walk. He shot one last wink and grin to the twins before he and Lucian were out of sight, and that's when the lightbulb went off in Gia's head.
Gia: Wait sis, you remember that one director we were looking at? The one that put out the really high budget and high quality pornos we were considering taking our talents to if Lucian didn't stop screwing us on our pay?
Gina: Yeah, I vaguely remember that... you mean to tell me that director is another dickhead doing business with that psychopath?
Angel: Believe me... you sluts dodged a bullet there. Take my word for it: Vincent can be just as fucked up as Antonio is, so do yourselves a favor and don't try to screw with him. Maybe, if you're lucky, even Antonio will leave you alone if you stop trying to help someone who ain't worth helping.
Gia & Gina wanted to say something to that, but Angel was already adjusting his fake tits and turning around to walk off. Where he was heading off to? The twins couldn't tell. All they knew right now, though, is that this shitshow with Antonio ran a lot deeper than they ever could've imagined, and now there was another player in this game they had to account for.
One thing was for sure, though: just like it would be when they danced with Almighty Queen Selena and Big Bad Xander come Sunday night at A Taste of Things to Come, the Glimmers had no intentions of backing down from this challenge, even despite every warning they were given to drop it and walk away.
After all, they were the ones everyone should bow down and kiss the hot round asses of, never the other way around.
Such things were relics of their past lives, and ones they were more than happy to leave behind for good.
As far as they were concerned, the idea of new year's resolutions was stupid and only for people who felt there was actually something they needed to improve upon. Were there things the twins could probably have going their way a little more? Absolutely, but they weren't going to go around sharing such things so openly. After all, if there was ever a moment where the Glimmers weren't grinning and gloating about how they were always steps ahead of everybody else, then the door would be open for people to hunt for any weakness that could be used to make them feel useless, or perhaps gain any sort of control over them.
Kinky BDSM fun was one thing, but Gia & Gina were not anybody's to control, no matter what some out there probably thought or hoped.
That had probably been one of the biggest reasons why the one issue they'd probably cave and make a resolution for pissed them off so much.
What happened on New Year's Eve still rattled around in their skulls like the bullet that could have very well destroyed everything they'd worked so hard to build themselves into, and it made one thing crystal clear: for as smart as manipulative as he was, Antonio wouldn't think twice about letting the likes of Cirque du Sins, KABLAMia, SCW, and anybody else be left trying to pick up the pieces and explain what happened if he felt wronged enough to jump straight to ending lives. So long as he had the last laugh at the end of the day, he was a man who would get one over on you by any means necessary, and the harder you pushed back and kept him from his supposedly inevitable victory, the farther things would escalate.
While Gia & Gina knew that Antonio was a very dangerous and unstable man way too high on his own ego to really give a fuck about anybody else, up until that night, they had always believed Antonio would never dare cross that line because it would have the police knocking on his doorstep and dismantling his entire illicit empire right before his very eyes. Maybe if the twins had just been the raunchy stars of the sluttiest big top in all the land and that was it, this could've been a whole different story. But wrestling for SCW, being its tag team champions, practically being the reason the ratings constantly spiked through the ceiling whenever they strutted their sexy asses onto TV screens across the globe? Logically, that should've made them bulletproof.
In retrospect, either the twins had underestimated just how far Antonio would go at the drop of a dime, or they had gotten a little too cocky after going so long being able to somehow work virtually every situation they found themselves in to their favor, even against all odds.
Still, they had learned their lesson that night, just as they had also learned just how far some people in SCW would go just to try and stop them. Technically, the twins (Gia specifically if you really wanted to get anal about it) had finally tasted defeat... but it took Xander Valentine swallowing his pride and helping Selena's wife to do it, which also denied Gia the chance to add more gold to the Glimmer camp. Interestingly enough, Xander didn't turn right around and pull a repeat performance in helping Amelia Nevado as Gina happily messed with her, nor was there any effort to stop them from clowning on some new guy and that weirdo who complains about social media out in the parking lot the very next week.
Even still, the twins considered Fatal Fortunes an overall win, especially considering there was a moment in time where they almost wouldn't have been able to actually make it.
Gina: I still can't believe Antonio fucking lost it like that.
Gia: I can't believe I'm not doing this with a belt covering each tit. That big bitch is getting put out to pasture this weekend.
Gina: Funny how quickly you moved on from the fact that a psychopathic loan shark tried to put a bullet between your eyes.
Gia: Moved on? Hell no! But nobody needs to know that so I'm going to complain about something just as relevant instead.
The one benefit to a lot of the twins' acts for Cirque du Sins was the fact that they were often so high up that they could freely chat away and nobody would catch a word of what they were talking about. If anything, all the horny freaks putting their asses in seats would see their lips moving and probably imagine they were saying all sorts of dirty, kinky, downright filthy things while they danced and flipped about on the tightrope without a care in the world. It did make the act all the more impressive all the same, given that this was normally something you'd devote absolute focus to if you didn't want to fall and ruin the show, let alone break something if the safety net didn't hold.
Lucian: How about that folks? Bloody good shit, right? Just imagine what those sinful sisters could be saying right about now... bet your imagination's running wild and your goddamn pants are ready to be replaced, huh mates?
The crowd for today's show were more than happy to lose their shit in response, especially when Gia backflipped and contorted her body so her toes joined her hands and chin in balancing on the tightrope while her spine was bent in a perfect C-shape, leading to Gina using her sister's ass for her own handstand into a wide upside-down split that then gave way to a little bit of twerking, as a treat. This, combined with the Glimmers' seductive gazes looking down on all of them like these people had to earn the right to get their attention, only amped up the crowd even more, impressed by the absurd display of balance and acrobatics and absolutely horny for everything else on display.
Lucian raised the mic to his lips once more, ready to call an end to the twins' act, but he was cut off by an even louder roar from the fans. The ringmaster looked confused for a moment until he turned his gaze up to his star act... and about had a heart attack on the spot in the best way when a pair of tights landed right on his face. Whose were they? Who cares, especially when another pair followed suit, followed by tops, and we're pretty sure you get the point. Eventually, Gia & Gina are standing naked and proud on the tightrope, blowing kisses to the audience before they do backflips in stereo to lead into practically straddling the wire like cowgirls, a pair of sensual, unashamed moans echoing out and driving every paying customer absolutely mad.
Lucian: Holy... holy shit... well, that's one way to beat this fucking desert heat, am I right mates?
The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh as they finished up the improvised addition to their routine, leaving those fans practically begging to swarm the center ring and form a human ladder just so the twins could climb down on them. It did put Lucian in an interesting spot to wrap up the show a tiny bit later than planned, but as far as they were concerned?
Sex sells, and business couldn't be better.
Gina: Did you see how quickly these Phoenix fucks creamed their jeans when we started stripping up there?
Gia: Maybe we should've invited Amelia and her wife so they could get an uncensored view of your boobs. Ooh, or Selena's wife as a present for being the first to 'beat' either one of us... probably could show her a few things that snow cunt could never pull off in the bedroom.
Gina: Oh, are we playing homewrecker now? Or just inserting ourselves into marriages so both partners know what it's like to have a little more spice to liven things up?
Gia: Hey, we'd ask for consent first. It'd be rude not to.
Lucian: What in the absolute bloody fucking hell was all that now!?
With their routine over and no plans for any Lust Ticket fun times (mostly because despite being winter, Arizona was still so hot anybody would literally sweat their balls off), Gia & Gina had descended from their tightrope platform without a stitch of clothing to hide the heat they were rocking, mostly because they had tried to bury Lucian in them for their own amusement. Unsurprisingly, their pudgy ringmaster had almost immediately hunted them down before they got too far, holding the pair of tights that had turned into an impromptu addition to his top hat... though neither twin made a move to reclaim them, not that Lucian seemed too keen on coughing them back up just yet.
Gia: What? You didn't like our little last second addition to the show Lucy?
Lucian: If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be pitching my own bloody 'big top' if you know what I mean, now would I?
Gina: Gross. Also, you really can't blame us when Phoenix is so hot Gia and I could collect sweat in our cleavage and probably bottle it to sell to some horny basement dwellers for a few extra bucks.
Gia: Speaking of sweaty and gross... how the hell have you not keeled over yet wearing that getup?
Gia motions to the fact that Lucian is donning his usual ringmaster attire, and between that and the fact that he was an obese slob on the best of days, the man literally looked like he had just spent the past few hours in a sauna and not bouncing around the center ring like an oversized slinky.
Lucian: I mean... if you cunts want me to strip right here and now...
???: I don't think anybody wants to see what you're hiding beneath all that blob, Lucy. No offense, of course.
Gia & Gina's disgust at Lucian's proposal immediately disappears at the familiar snarky tone, and as all eyes turn towards its source, the twins have to stop themselves from trying to drape their naked asses over Angel like a pair of feather boas. Despite the bandage still covering his cheek from when Antonio had literally pistol-whipped him with that gaudy revolver of his, he looked to be all smiles as he strutted up to the group fully decked out like he was ready to go work the streets.
Lucian: First off, fucking rude mate. Second, it's bloody good to see you again, Angel.
Gina: How are you doing after... you know...
Angel: Making probably the most suicidal decision of my life to save you sluts? Eh... just another day in my life. Besides, this circus needs those tits and asses you ladies are packing to keep the moolah coming in.
Gia: True, but I don't see what's stopping you from joining us full time Angel. New Year's Eve really proved the three of us are impossible to resist and guaranteed to cause underwear to start hitting the floor.
Angel's smile slowly faded at that as he turned his gaze to the floor, and the twins exchanged concerned looks at whatever Gia may have accidentally caused. Lucian, for his own part, went from being excited about keeping Angel around as a full-time act that wasn't trying to fight with his top stars for the biggest spotlight to biting his bottom lip so hard he drew a bit of blood.
He knew, more than the Glimmers did, that if someone with ties to Antonio was hesitating about something, it was never good news.
Angel: It's tempting, believe me... especially since I still have no idea why the hell you two even went so far out of your way to try and save someone like me. But trust me when I say that you're better off stepping out of this while you have the chance.
Gia: And what the hell is Antonio going to do, huh?
Gina: Pretty sure his ass will be running from the law for at least a good-
Lucian: -nother week at best if we're lucky.
Gia & Gina did a double take at Lucian cutting in on their response, but aside from the fact that he was soaking a handkerchief to try and wipe the obscene amount of sweat from his fat face, there was nothing funny about the tone of his voice or the look of worry he was giving them now.
Lucian: Look ladies, I ain't gonna mince my bloody words here. The fact that you two are alive right now? Really fucking lucky, not a goddamn doubt. But Antonio? He don't run from the feds for very long, yeah? There probably isn't a police department anywhere in this goddamned country he couldn't ruin with blackmail and bribes to clear all his charges because he knows most of those pigs in suits have done business with him without even realizing it.
Angel: Lucian's telling the truth. I've been working for Antonio long enough to see him get busted for something and be right back to running one of his clubs in 24 hours flat as though nothing happened at all. You seem like you might've gone out of your way for god knows whatever reason trying to figure out what dirt he's got on me... now imagine just about anybody recognized as a cop and you'd be smart to know this is your chance to bow out and stop trying to play this game, because next time? You better believe he's going to fucking kill you, end of story.
Gia: So what? We're just supposed to let him keep abusing you?
Angel: Why the fuck do you even care!? I got brought into this circus for the sole purpose of replacing you so Antonio could drag you into his fold! I've been nothing but a dick from the moment we first spoke, for that exact reason! I am literally not worth all this effort you two are putting in because you're just going to throw your lives away over someone who's worthless. This place wouldn't even be alive without you! You have an entire goddamned wrestling company wrapped around your fingers and you're just days away from humiliating probably their two biggest stars of all time! Me? I made my bed a long time ago... so please, just let me lay in it.
Gia opens her mouth to respond, but she pauses as Gina places a hand on her boobs to stop her. Gia looks confused, but Gina proceeds to step forward, sauntering right past an equally confused and very concerned (not to mention painfully aroused considering she's still butt naked) Lucian and moves right up to Angel... before grabbing him by the bra covering his fake tits and pulling him in so they're nose-to-nose.
Gina: No... we're not going to do that. You may think you don't matter Anthony, but Gia and I disagree. You're a goddamn human being at the end of the day, no matter what that asshole tells you! You deserve to live your own life and make your own choices! You showed some real balls when you risked yourself to keep me from watching my sister get her brains blown out... are you seriously going to castrate yourself and go crawling back to that dickhead knowing full well what he's probably going to do to you?
Angel: At least I deserve it!
???: Well, looks like I arrived just in time for the juicy part! You guys are really putting all those boring ass daytime soap operas to shame right now, you know that?
The mounting tension growing between Gina and Angel was shattered by a voice that sounded way too much like it belonged on one of those stupid game shows that old people love to watch and idiots love to attend the tapings for in some vain hope they can be picked to play and win some useless prize. Everyone's attention turned to find a grinning face casually adjusting a three-piece blue pinstriped suit with a bowtie, a sight that honestly had the Glimmers both wanting to just punch this guy already for interrupting.
Angel, however, trembled in Gina's grip, looking like he was on the verge of shitting bricks.
Lucian: Oi mate! Who the bloody fucking hell are you?
???: Oh, you didn't hear? Ahaha... ah, of course not. I suppose my business partner is still getting all his affairs in order after he went and fucked something up on New Year's Eve. Heard you two hot little numbers and his favorite toy all had something to do with it?
Gia: Do you mind? We were kind of in the middle of something here.
Gina: Seriously, just beat it so we can go back to talking some sense into-
Angel: Vincent...
Gina raised an eyebrow at Angel's borderline horrified utterance.
Gina: You know this wannabe TV host?
Vincent: Wannabe? And to think Antonio wanted you and your tittylicious little twin there to star in some of my movies. I've seen your amateur work and your old OnlyFans stuff, by the way... real slick work ladies. But, no sweat, I'll leave you all be... once I finish collecting what Antonio can't for the month.
It took a moment for those words to process, but once they did in the brain of Lucian Lurid, you'd swear his heart dropped right out of his ass and smashed a hole in the floor.
Lucian: Wait, you're here to collect!?
Vincent: Bingo, got it in one! You can call me Vincent. Like I said, Antonio's a business partner of mine. Provides me a lot of fine pieces of ass that I make into god tier porn stars. Just ask Angel here! Huge fan of all the work Antonio's had him do for me over the years!
Vincent walked up to Angel, completely ignoring the fact that Gina still had him by his bra, and gave him a hearty smack on the back that caused the drag queen to wince and tremble a bit more. That was when Gina let go, stepping back from the guy as he tried to get right in her face with the kind of leer that had her wanting to kick his teeth down his throat.
Lucian: Well mate- uh, Vincent... follow me and I'll get Antonio his loan payment for the month so you can get on with your day.
Vincent: Marvelous.
Vincent chuckled to himself as he followed behind Lucian, the ringmaster sweating even more buckets now as Vincent strutted like he was the cock of the walk. He shot one last wink and grin to the twins before he and Lucian were out of sight, and that's when the lightbulb went off in Gia's head.
Gia: Wait sis, you remember that one director we were looking at? The one that put out the really high budget and high quality pornos we were considering taking our talents to if Lucian didn't stop screwing us on our pay?
Gina: Yeah, I vaguely remember that... you mean to tell me that director is another dickhead doing business with that psychopath?
Angel: Believe me... you sluts dodged a bullet there. Take my word for it: Vincent can be just as fucked up as Antonio is, so do yourselves a favor and don't try to screw with him. Maybe, if you're lucky, even Antonio will leave you alone if you stop trying to help someone who ain't worth helping.
Gia & Gina wanted to say something to that, but Angel was already adjusting his fake tits and turning around to walk off. Where he was heading off to? The twins couldn't tell. All they knew right now, though, is that this shitshow with Antonio ran a lot deeper than they ever could've imagined, and now there was another player in this game they had to account for.
One thing was for sure, though: just like it would be when they danced with Almighty Queen Selena and Big Bad Xander come Sunday night at A Taste of Things to Come, the Glimmers had no intentions of backing down from this challenge, even despite every warning they were given to drop it and walk away.
After all, they were the ones everyone should bow down and kiss the hot round asses of, never the other way around.