'Madam, I'm Sin! And this is my sister Dex!' The well-educated English accent was unmistakable.

'Pleased to meet you, madam!' They both held out hands and everybody touched, shook and greeted.

'Strange nicknames?'

'We were good girls at a good school and there is only one way to tell us apart!' Sin lifted her left arm, whilst Dex lifted her right.

'Your school obviously taught Latin!' Hers was now almost forgotten. 'Sinister and Dexter! I take it you're left handed and you're right handed. You're like those tennis players. Tim and Tom something or other. One of each!'

'They are so identical, madam. It's uncanny!' Melanie had broken into the conversation. 'I've laid them naked on the bed and as well as their faces, there's hardly a mole, a line or any blemish that is different. They once did shifts on this Japanese banker in the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco, who thought there was only one of them. They nearly fucked him to death!' There were peals of laughter.

***

'We've worked together for five years, now, madam!' All four of them were seated naked in a Jacuzzi and were indulging themselves in the foam and drinking pink champagne from plastic tumblers. 'I met the twins in Vegas, where we were all working as dancers at Caesar's Palace. Then one night, I was asked by this overweight and oversexed gambler, who had just won nearly half a million bucks, to put on a very personal show. He wanted four girls to dance only for him and then share his bed.'

'So that's how you and Suzanne got started.'

'Yes and no, madam!' Sin broke in. 'We did get started and we relieved him of about a hundred grand in a week! But we always used to work with another girl called Carla, who unfortunately got chickenpox last week.'

'That's bad luck! So Suzanne is a last minute replacement.'

'Yes, madam. Well, at least it was only chickenpox!' Melanie had taken up the conversation again. 'Suzanne seems fine and she came with the best of recommendations from a the man, who's company is paying. We'll soon have her up to our level.'

'You mean down!' Dex started more laughter.

These girls are going to be fun even if the job gets a bit tedious, she thought, as she leaned back and enjoyed the warm, relaxing massage from the water.

***

She was tired from the lack of sleep of the previous night and she must have been dozing. Or at least she was not paying complete attention to the conversation. She suddenly realised that Dex was talking to her. 'I've read your c.v. It's very impressive, madam.'

She decided to be a little evasive. 'Oh, nothing! I've done so many things to make ends meet. Lunches, dinners, sales and seminars.' She felt that changing the subject, might help conceal her ignorance of the document. 'I'm really a science teacher, you know!'

'We'd noticed that! I doubt that many have a teacher, who dresses like you! And wears rings like you!' Dex moved her hand towards a be-ringed nipple. 'May I look, madam?'

'Yes, of course, you may!' She turned towards Dex, to make examination easier.

It was the first time, anyone other than the piercer and herself had touched the ring in her nipple. Even, Clyde when he had gave a full massage, was still the complete gentleman, and avoided any contact. Dex took it gently in her fingers and rotated and examined the complete circumference. 'There's no join! You can't remove them at all! Can you madam?'

'No!' She indicated two half circles with her hands. 'Each ring is actually made from two platinum halves, with tiny pins from one fitting into matching holes in the other!' Her hands now closed around each other. 'A touch of superglue and they're permanent. Or at least until I have them cut off.' She lifted herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, spreading her legs wide, with her feet on the seat below. 'These rings are the same!' To fully expose herself to Dex, she learnt back slightly, resting her weight on her hands.

'May I, madam?'

Dex moved forward and taking each ring in turn, she proceeded to complete the examination of the jewellery, she had started at the breasts. She moved to the skin above her sex, as smooth as a baby's face and completely devoid of even the tiniest of hairs, with its prominent rose tattoo. Again, her fingers descended to the rings and gently folded and unfolded the labial lips to apply the softest and sweetest of massages. Now, Dex moved her face in close, kissing first the tattoo and then gradually in a trail of tender pecks, she worked her way down, until her lips, tongue and teeth were sucking, caressing and nibbling, deep inside.

The orgasm was the first she had ever received from another woman.

***

She must have slept for about an hour and when she woke, she found herself lying on a padded lounger, cocooned like a baby in one of the large white towels, that seemed to be everywhere in the gym, pool and the bedrooms of the house. Sitting close to her in a chair reading, wrapped in a towelling dressing gown, was Dex, who had noticed that she had woken. 'Are you feeling better, madam?' Dex was asking the question generally, rather than with any specific or sexual meaning. 'That nap will have done you a power of good. You looked very tired, when you got here!'

'I was, I'm afraid that the anticipation and excitement meant I didn't sleep too well last night!' She had now stretched herself and was sitting facing towards Dex. 'I've never done anything like that before, you know! It was lovely!'

Dex stood and placed her hand on her shoulder. 'The first time for everything is always the best! And I'm afraid, that I couldn't keep my hands off a body like yours! I'm sorry if I took advantage, madam!' She smiled back, thinking about how her life never ceased to be one full of surprises.

Dex turned away and addressed them all. 'It's nearly three and I'm hungry!' There were nods of agreement all round. 'We've only got some absolutely boring, smoked salmon or prawn sandwiches, and it appears that the only cold wine is some more of this pink champagne.'

Melanie waved the empty bottle of Laurent Perrier. 'Not more champagne! So we're going to have to slum it!'

***

It was nearly four before Suzanne received the fax and in many a less professional group, it would have created a degree of panic. The boss would be the first to arrive in forty-five minutes.

Copyright 1999 by Ewart Higgins