Four: Jerald in Captivity

"Whoohooo! We've missed the bar-time, girls. Let's head straight to the club; it's club-time!" Vera, Ixora's best friend since high school, exclaimed in excitement as they entered the gate of A-Good-Night and heard the distinctive roars of bands and music.

All eyes turned to the three of them. They looked absolutely stunning, but gasps escaped people's mouths at the sight of the twins. They wore black gowns that barely covered their hips, hugging them tight, accompanied by big diamond earrings, necklaces, and silver heels. Everything matched perfectly, and they appeared stunningly identical.

Ixora glared at her best friend, adjusting her gown slightly. "We said we were going to the bar, Vera, not the club. This gown is so uncomfortable."

"Your friend's right, bar-time is over. Look, the club is already heating up," Cherry chimed in, scanning the crowd for attractive men.

"But Cher, you said the bar—" Ixora began to protest.

Cherry grinned mischievously. "You can go to the bar, Ix. We'll meet up later. A girl's gotta club tonight!" She had already started making her way towards the club.

"Yeeeeh!" Vera seconded, following Cherry.

Ixora sighed, resigned. Not wanting to let her twin out of her sight, she followed them.

Inside the club, loud music thumped, dim lights created a dance floor spectacle, and the three of them headed to the bar for drinks before joining the dancing crowd. Even before they reached the middle of the dance floor, they were surrounded by men, many of them newcomers to the club.

"His butt is just too sexy," Cherry thought as she eyed one of the guys dancing with her. He had his eyes on her too, and she grinned seductively. She allowed the guy to rest his arms on her waist as she moved sensually with the music.

"Let's step away for a bit, what do you think?" the man whispered into her ear.

A quickie, huh? Cherry thought, glancing at Ixora, who was engrossed in dancing with Vera. She smiled widely. "I'm game, let's go," she replied, guiding the man away from the dance floor.

As soon as they were out of the crowd and away from the music, Cherry all but dragged him into a dark corner hidden from view. She faced him and, for the life of her, couldn't remember his name.

She shrugged; she didn't need to know it. "I should warn you, Sexy, my twin sister is a cockblocker, so we need to be quick," Cherry said as she began to fumble with his belt buckle.

Sexy laughed, "Your twin prevents you from having sex? Why in the world would she do that? You're a grown woman," he said, assisting Cherry in unbuckling his belt.

Cherry waved one hand dismissively. "Hallelujah, at least someone agrees. It's a bit of a long story, but we can save that for later. Now...?" She trailed off as she pushed his pants down.

She sighed; he wasn't as well-endowed as she had hoped, considering how attractive he was. Then she shrugged; he would do. With that thought, she reached into her purse with a smile to get a condom, only to open it and find it... condomless.

Damn, damn, damn! Ixoooooraaaa! She screamed in her mind.

"Is there a problem?" Sexy asked when he saw the smile wiped from her face.

Cherry exhaled, praying for patience. "Do you happen to have a condom?"

Sexy grinned, "I've got that covered," and he pulled out a foil-wrapped condom from his discarded pants.

Cherry grinned widely and eagerly shoved her gown up as Sexy prepared himself. They began kissing passionately, both ready for an exciting night.

Just as things were getting heated, a voice shattered the moment. "Woooooh! Cherry, I brought your medication. You know, it's time you take it or that deadly disease will never leave your body forever," Ixora shouted, arm outstretched, holding two pills, as she made her way toward them.

Cherry's eyes widened in disbelief and frustration. Deadly disease!? Seriously!?

Sexy pushed away from her so abruptly that he stumbled and fell. "AIDS?" he stammered, bewildered. "You never said anything about AIDS!"

Cherry couldn't believe what was happening. She glared at her twin, seething with anger. "I told you she's a cockblocker," Cherry grumbled.

Sexy glared at her, before he turned and stormed away.

Her night was ruined. Cherry sighed, shaking her head at the loss. Even she had almost fallen for her twin's act. She knew there would be no more fun tonight.

One of these days, I'm going to kill her. One of these days.

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"I'll kill you one of these days, Ixora. That I'll do," Cherry muttered to her twin an hour later as they exited the club.

Ixora snorted, "If I don't lose my mind first. How could you even attempt to have sex a few steps away from hundreds of people, in a night club of all places, Cherry!? Your level of madness is off the charts!"

Cherry threw her hands in the air, utterly frustrated. "You know what, I think I might as well start sleeping with you. It would make perfect sense since you seem to be the bane of my existence!"

Ixora scrunched up her face in disgust. "Ewww! That's absolutely disgusting, just the thought of it."

Her twin clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Yeah, right. So, leave me the hell alone! We're at a damn party, and we're supposed to have fun. I'm twenty-three, Ixora, not sixteen! You're not my damn mother, for crying out loud!" Cherry fished a cigarette from her bag. "Maybe you should try getting laid too. God knows you need it to get that stick out of your tight ass." She said as she produced her lighter and lit her cigarette.

Ixora raised her chin with a hint of arrogance. "A stick that you planted there, thank you very much, Cher. And no, I don't need to get laid. Unlike you, I don't place such importance on something as trivial as sex." She replied as they entered the bar, heading straight for the high stools facing the bar counter.

The bartender, a young man looking barely out of his teens, eyed Cherry apprehensively. "Ma'am, there's a no-smoking policy on this side of the bar. Please, head to the other side where smoking is allowed." He said cautiously, pointing to the designated area for smokers.

Ixora was well aware of the policy, as was everyone else, including Cherry. Her twin simply doesn't care.  Ixora could tell that the bartender had already deduced that; The young man looked like he really didn't want to have this conversation. He was just trying to do his job.

Cherry took another drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke toward the bartender's face. "What are you gonna do about it, lollipop?" She taunted, smirking.

Ixora let out a weary sigh. They had just been released from the town's jail earlier that day, and Cherry was already on the fast track to getting them back there. It was shaping up to be a very long night.

When Cherry blew smoke in the banister's face, daring him about what he was going to do, the poor man looked miserable. He wondered why it had to be on his shift that the Bella Twins had come to the bar. The evil Bella could get him fired, and he couldn't afford to lose this job. He glanced at the good Bella, silently pleading for help.

"Let's just order our drinks and move to the other side of the bar, Cher. You and I know the rules; there's no point in making the poor man squirm for doing his job."

Cherry responded by flipping her the bird.

Ixora kept quiet because she knew her twin was already on edge, having gone too far tonight by stopping her 'fun' in the dark corner of the club. She had lived with Cherry long enough to realize there was a limit to which she could be pushed at a given time.

She glanced sympathetically at the distressed banister, shaking her head in an "I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it" manner.

The banister turned back to Cherry, pleading, "Please, I don't want any trouble. Just move to the other side, or I'll have to call security to remove you."

Cherry chuckled, taking another drag of her cigarette, "If you try that, you'll be the one getting thrown out tonight, buddy. My fist in your mouth, and your balls on the floor, separated from your dick."

Ixora winced, knowing her fiery twin would follow through with such threats. "Cher, please, let's avoid a scene. I don't want to stay here any longer. It's past midnight; let's just go home."

Cherry ignored her, entirely focused on the banister, who now looked unnaturally pale.

"Leave her alone, Ken. Focus on your other duties," Don Dillon, the owner of AGN, said, emerging from a hidden room inside the bar.

Ixora and Ken the banister both breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously. Thank fuck, there wouldn't be a scene tonight.

Don Dillon was in his early forties, a menacing figure covered in tattoos all over his body, with a single earring dangling from one ear. He was also incredibly wealthy, being the owner of A-Good-Night and other notorious clubs in Castle Lore. Nobody knew why the man refused to marry, even though everyone was aware he was a rich manwhore. Ixora was relieved that he hadn't had the chance to get into her twin's panties, or her twin into his shorts.

"You have a penchant for trouble, Babycakes," Don Dillon drawled as he approached the counter and kissed Cherry fully on the lips.

Oh, hell. Ixora shook her head in sheer bewilderment. I'm wrong; these two have definitely been intimate, she thought, glaring at her twin.

"I'll be wiping the floor with one of your boys one of these days, Dilly," Cherry said, completely ignoring her twin.

Ixora winced at the nickname, expecting a negative reaction from the intimidating man who had a reputation of not taking shit from people. When he didn't react, she shrugged it off. Figures. Only Cherry can get away with that.

Don sighed, "I'll talk to my staff later. Forget what happened and enjoy your drinks, Babycakes. It's on the house."

Cherry extinguished her cigarette and said, "Alright, then. Come on, Crystabella, let's enjoy some free drinks." She turned and walked towards a table.

Ixora shot a glare at Don Dillon, then followed her twin to the table. "What's happening between you and Don Dillon?" she asked as soon as she sat down.

Cherry gave her a very sarcastic look, as if to say, "Duh, do I really have to explain, dummy?"

Ixora rubbed her temples, feeling a sudden headache coming on.