Kendall Vs. Twins

“How's it going, baby?”

“Okay,” she says but her voice has a wobble.

“What is it?” I take her hand in mine to steady her and I don't give a shit who sees.

“TV cameras.”

“You allergic?” I joke. “Wanted by the FBI? They're only here to film our stunt.”

“Yeah and mine.”

I don't know what she means.

“My boss made me do this as a charity thing, to promo our client. The TV crew are going to film my disgrace. Basically I had to agree to do it or quit.”

“Oh sorry, Babe, that's on me. Lemme make it right.”

“It's okay. Maybe it's good to test my willpower on no food and not too much sleep.”

I know she's not at all lacking in resolve.

“Did you sleep badly?”

“Truly, being in your arms, I fell into the best sleep of my life. There just wasn't enough of it.”

“Yeah there wasn't enough of a lot of last night,” I grin. “But we're gonna rectify that later.”

“I have to get back for work tomorrow,” she resists without too much willpower in evidence.

“However we deal with it, I want you naked in my arms all night again.”

“How sweet,” a snarky voice interjects.

I didn't notice Justine come up to the table behind me.

“Not like you Hunter, to come back for seconds.”

I'm about to ask her what she knows about my private habits. Rhino better not have been chattering, although that would be highly unlikely. I don't get the chance though because Kendall steps right in.

“I'm sorry. Are you trying to imply something by that remark?” she says, facing right up to Justine.

“Just that the twins aren't known for their commitment. They're one night beasts usually.”

“I guess that might depend on who they pass the night with,” Kendall immediately responds.

In a split second, Justine gives her a shove that puts her right on her ass.

“Fuck. That wasn't necessary.” I put my arm out to stop Justine advancing further. “You okay, Babe?”

I lift Kendall back up and she immediately pushes Justine right back.

“Don't you ever lay your hands on me like that,” she says, feisty enough to match anything the manipulative Justine can throw down. This girl has an edge to her that says she doesn't take any shit.

Then before I know what happening, they're going at it. Slapping and pulling at each other in a whirlwind of frenzy where you can't pick out the players, like a fight in a cartoon.

Jesus Christ, where did that come from, out of nowhere?

I grab hold of Justine and yank her hard away from Kendall, but she still has her hair wrapped around her fist. Kendall has a fast grip on Justine's collar and it's about to get serious. I pick Justine up with a fierce yank and then tuck Kendall under my arm also. Then I walk away with the two women scrabbling to attack each other around the breadth of my torso. Needless to say the camera crew are having a field day.