American Rehabilitators

Redsky airlines flight from Los Angeles to New York City arrived on time and landed smoothly on the runway. As the plane taxied, the pilot announced the time was 11 p.m., and the outside temperature was 10 degree centigrade. The pilot requested the passengers to be seated until the seat belt sign was off, but the passengers in the budget class lined up in the aisle.

After the airstair was in place, flight attendant Ingrid Erdahl opened the airplane door and put the stair lock in place. Later, she stood near the galley along with two other flight attendants to thank the passengers and throw a smile for flying with Redsky. Occupancy was at 100 percent, and this meant Ingrid had to deliver more smiles to the customers. She noticed a passenger sitting in the business class staring at her. Everyone in the business class had already deboarded, except for this passenger named Mickey.

After everyone in the budget class had deboarded, Mickey got up and walked towards the exit. He was wearing a navy blue suit and a red tie. He was six feet tall and bulky. He used too much hair gel and this made his side-parted hair look like a wig. He stood in front of Ingrid and ignored the other cabin crew members.

—I am Mickey ... Michael Dunne.

—Hello Mickey, Ingrid threw an awkward smile. —Do you have any feedback for us?

—I would like to have a cup of coffee with you, Mickey said and gave her his card. —I am a property developer from Midtown.

The other flight attendants smiled and looked at Ingrid. This made Ingrid uncomfortable. She never liked any romantic attention from a passenger. She took the card anyway.

—Are you from New York City? Mickey said. —Call me.

Mickey nodded at Ingrid and went down the stairs.

—You got a date, the flight attendant on Ingrid’s left said.

—Looks like a playboy, the flight attendant on Ingrid’s right said.

Mickey was the last one to get onto the shuttle bus. It didn’t bother him at all to make others wait. If I don’t get a quick response, I will kidnap the bitch, he said to himself. As his brain exploded with love chemicals and the shuttle bus started rolling, he fantasized about having sex with Ingrid. He had to have the new girls he desired. He had a thing for blue-eyed blondes and Ingrid from Minnesota fit into his fantasies.

Mickey was the middle child of an Irish real estate mogul who moved to New York City in the late eighties. Mickey’s father, who never saw him as the successor, had done many upscale housing projects in NYC. Mickey complained to his brothers and to his father that they are not involving him in every business decision. Deep down in his heart, he was glad to be left out of day-to-day business activities. All he cared about was keeping his share of business intact. As long as he had his share, he devoted his time to other questionable activities. By the time he was thirty, he had developed good contacts with gangsters and politicians in New York City and Boston. Whenever the family had a problem with a businessman or a government official, they involved him. He decided whether he needed to use a stick or a carrot. If the carrot didn’t work, he put Irish or Italian gangsters in charge to take care of the people who were stalling their development projects.

Ingrid was unable to sleep and stared at the ceiling. Sigrid, Ingrid’s identical twin sister, was sitting beside her on the bed and smoking a joint. They were both wearing identical pink colored tees and black colored boy shorts. The Minnesota twins lived in a one-bedroom flat in an apartment building in Greenwich Village.

—Babes, what’s bothering you? Sigrid looked at her elder sister.

—Mickey is bothering me, Ingrid said and shifted her head to place it on Sigrid’s thigh.

—Another guy, Sigrid played with her twin’s hair. —Who is Mickey? What’s he doing?

—Mickey saw me on a flight a month ago, Ingrid said. —He asked me to meet him, but I never met him. He even books tickets on Redsky, hoping to bump into me in the sky. He brings me flowers and gives me in front of everyone during the flight. He is not madly in love, but a madman in love.

—Why don’t you fuck him until his balls drop off, Sigrid smiled. —You can always dump him later.

—I don’t like him, Ingrid said. —His pale face and wig like red hair are just repulsive. I can’t even imagine his pubic hair.

—What does Mr. Ginger Pubes do? Sigrid said.

—He is the son of a businessman … property developer, Ingrid got out of the bed and went to the trash bin in the corner. She fished for Mickey’s card in the bin and found it. She got back to the bed and gave the card to Sigrid.

—Umm ... real estate rich prick, Sigrid said. —I will meet him.

—Thanks babes, you are the best sister in the world, Ingrid said.

The twins hugged, kissed each other and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

More than seven years ago, Sigrid had joined a flight attendant training center along with Ingrid. After a month, Sigrid stopped going to the training center and got a job at an event management company. After six months, she quit the job and went to Los Angeles to pursue modeling. When her modeling career didn’t take off, she tried for roles in movies. While looking for movie roles, she met a few Hollywood studio executives who wanted to sleep with her. She liked partying and went from one executive boyfriend to another. After a stint in rehabilitation center for cocaine addiction, she stopped fucking around in Hollywood for roles and went back to her twin sister in NYC.

Unlike Ingrid, Sigrid loved casual sex. She didn’t mind hooking up with a high-flying businessman. Sigrid wanted to marry a rich guy who would secure her financially and treat her like a queen. So, she took up the opportunity to meet Mickey.

Mickey reached the Blue Sapphire five-star hotel in Manhattan. The first Blue Sapphire was built in the ’90s. It had 40 floors and blue colored outer glass walls around the building. This was the first Blue Sapphire and two more were later built in Brooklyn and Queens.

Mickey entered the marble-floored hotel lobby and looked for Ingrid. There she was in her flight attendant uniform. She looked like the Viking girl of his dreams. It took her so many days to meet me, Mickey reflected. My Viking warrior looking queen from Minnesota. Maybe, she is the one. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep this one as the queen bitch, and use backup bitches when needed.

Mickey walked towards Sigrid with a smile on his face. He thought his hopeless romantic act had made Ingrid come around.

—Mickey.

Sigrid smiled and shook hands with Mickey. They went to the buffet area for a nice dinner date. They sat at a table to talk. Sigrid told all about Ingrid’s flight experiences, as if they were her own.

—Where are you from? Mickey said.

—I am from Minnesota, Sigrid said.

—You could have said that you are from Sweden, Mickey smiled. —I would have believed you. You look like that Swedish actress in that movie with two chicks … the one that doesn’t talk.

—Liv Ullmann is a Norwegian actress, Sigrid said. —The movie isPersona… Ingmar Bergman film. My ancestors are from Norway and I am an American citizen.

Sigrid stopped the discussion for a while and focused on the whole fishmeal.

—How long have you been working as a flight attendant? Mickey said.

—For seven years, Sigrid said. —I don’t think I can be a flight attendant for long.

—I am looking for a personal assistant, Mickey touched her fingers.

—Is that why you pursued me and brought me flowers? Sigrid asked.

—Maybe I want more, Mickey looked at her tits.

Sigrid smiled and liked his straight forwardness. I can milk a lot of money out of this love patient, she thought.

After they both had fruit filled vanilla ice cream for dessert, Mickey wanted to close the deal.

—We built Blue Sapphire, Mickey said. —It has good rooms. Every item in the rooms is imported. Do you want to see my room?

No ... no ... Mickey mouse you didn’t build anything, Sigrid reflected with the smile intact on her face. Migrant laborers, who don’t have a place to stay in New York, built all the buildings.

—You have a room? Sigrid smiled at him.

—I have a room permanently reserved for me, Mickey smiled. —Come on, I will show you my exclusive room.

Mickey used this room as a love nest and brought models and strippers all the time. He stood up, walked towards the reception and Sigrid followed him. The receptionist gave a room card to Mickey without asking any questions.

—We still own this place, Mickey said while leading Sigrid towards the lift. —We have leased it out to one of our relatives. One of the best five star hotels in New York.

They took the lift to the third floor and went into a corner room with a Mickey Mouse logo on the room door. This was one of the luxury rooms in the hotel with soundproof walls, a safety locker and a balcony view of a golf course nearby.

Mickey kissed Sigrid and removed Ingrid’s Redsky uniform with delight. He spent the whole night in the hotel room with Sigrid.

Six months later, on a foggy morning, Mickey and Sigrid were out for wedding shopping at a boutique fashion outlet, set up by a celebrity fashion designer who went by the name Sasha Silk. Few years ago, Mickey had brought another girl here for shopping and paid the bill.

—Sasha, these are all crap designs, Mickey shouted while Sigrid tried out wedding gowns. —I want full cleavage and some skin-showing cuts or holes ... near the ass and the waist. All my friends who come to the wedding should fantasize about my wife.

Sasha was showing all the conventional wedding gown designs. The kind of designs that would make the bride confident and comfortable on the big day.

—If that’s the requirement, Sasha bobbed his head. —Then I will show you a few designs from my provocative line.

—Get those sexy fucking wedding gowns out, Mickey ordered Sasha.

—Micks, I don’t want everybody staring at my butt and my tits on the wedding day, Sigrid said.

—Yes, you do ... you like showing off, Mickey smiled.

As part of the wedding preparations, Sigrid had changed her name to Ingrid. She managed for a couple of months using Ingrid’s identity cards. She got a new passport with the new name. She told Mickey’s family that her parents had passed away. This was a fact. She also told Mickey’s family that she had no siblings or relatives. This was a lie.

The couple was planning a winter wedding and a Switzerland honeymoon. The wedding cards were printed, and waiting for the right time to go out.

Mickey’s phone rang, it was his younger brother. He went out of the store to take the call.

—Brother, Ingrid is still working as a flight attendant, younger brother said.

—What are you talking about? Mickey smiled. —She is with me.

—I just got off the Chicago-New York flight, younger brother said. —She acted like she didn’t even know me.

—Are you sure? Mickey said, shaking with anger.

—I am positive, younger brother confirmed. —I saw the nametag.

Mickey looked at Sigrid through the glass door of the store. He took out a hip flask and took a swig of brandy. Sigrid was smiling and hugging the celebrity fashion designer. He rushed in, grabbed Sigrid’s wrist and tried to drag her away.

—Micks, what’s going on? Sigrid tried to free herself from Mickey’s left hand grip.

—Shut up, Mickey said without looking at her.

—What’s the problem? Sasha put a hand on Mickey’s shoulder.

Mickey threw a punch in Sasha’s feminine face. Sasha fell onto the carpeted floor, like a tall tree felled by a tornado.

As Mickey drove his sports car back to his room in Blue Sapphire, many questions sprouted inside his head. Sigrid was too afraid to ask any questions. She looked at him and then looked out through the window. She sensed that she would have to do a lot of explaining, when he gave her the opportunity.

As soon as they entered the hotel room, Mickey went to the secret locker and took out his handgun. He rushed towards Sigrid, grabbed her hair and pushed her onto the bed. He sat on Sigrid’s stomach and pressed the gun against her chest, right above the heart.

—What’s your name? Mickey said.

—Ingrid, Sigrid said.

—What’s your name? Mickey asked and pulled the chamber back to see if a round was inside. He cocked his semi-automatic and was ready to fire into her heart.

—I am Sigrid ... Ingrid’s identical twin, Sigrid was shit-scared and blurted out.

—Do you have identical pussies? Mickey pressed the gun hard into her breast.

—Whaaa? Sigrid muttered.

—Answer me, Mickey twisted the gun. —Do you have identical pussies?

These twin bitches have mind fucked me, Mickey reflected. They have cheated me. Nobody cheats Mickey.I will call my gangster friends and ask them to send a shooter to fill the twins with bullets. I don’t want to get my hands bloody.

No ... no ... I am not going to kill these twin bitches, Mickey’s mind was exploding with thoughts. I am going to play with them and punish them. They have fooled me. So, I am going to make fools out of these twin bitches. I am going to play a twisted game with these twin bitches. He took off the gun, and smiled at her.

—You could have told me Ingrid, Mickey said. —Sorry ... Sigrid ... Sigrid, right?

—Micks, you never give me any chance to speak, Sigrid said. —I was waiting … for the right time to tell you.

—Right time? Mickey shouted. —When will that right time come? After we get married and have a baby? Then you will tell me that you have fooled me and everyone in my family. You have faked love for my money, right?

—No, Sigrid screamed. —Get off me.

Mickey got out of the bed and stood on the carpet. Sigrid took a deep breath. She looked at the circle mark on her left breast. She spit into her right hand and rubbed some saliva on the pain zone.

—Why don’t we go to the farmhouse? Mickey said. —I am sorry, okay. Maybe you can call your sister Ingrid to the farmhouse ...

—Micks … don’t involve Ingrid, Sigrid folded her hands. —She never asked me to trick you or something. She didn’t like you, I did.

—You like me? Mickey raised his left eyebrow. —So, you treated me like a fool.

Mickey took a half-liter water bottle placed near the coffee maker. He drank some water and threw the bottle on the carpet.

—I am going to the farmhouse? Mickey smiled. —Where’s your sister now? We can hire her as a wedding planner or as a bridesmaid. What do you say?

—I beg you, Sigrid said. —Ingrid has nothing to do with this

—She has everything to do with this, Mickey screamed. —I didn’t desire you. It was your sister.

—We look the same, Sigrid said.

—No, you aren’t the same for me, Mickey said. —You have fooled me by posing as your sister.

Sigrid opened her suitcase, took a few clothes and went into the bathroom to remove her wedding gown.

—You are behaving like a kid, Sigrid shouted from the bathroom. —A kid who thinks his toy is different from the many identical toys in the market. I gave you sex, time and energy. Don’t forget the handjobs and blowjobs. Please don’t act like a victim.

—I paid for your pussy, Mickey smashed his palm on the bathroom door. —All those shopping dates, beach vacations and expensive gifts don’t come free.

—Okay, you paid me like you pay prostitutes, Sigrid said. —Should I stay or leave?

—Don’t talk like a whore, Mickey said. —I am only upset with your lies. Anyway, we were supposed to meet my mom and dad for dinner at the farmhouse. Pack your shit, let’s go and stay there from today.

Sigrid stepped out wearing khaki shorts, a red sleeveless tee and a jacket. She packed her suitcase as Mickey asked her to. She didn’t see any sense in walking away from everything now. If she was afraid of some turbulence, she wouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with Mickey.

Minnesota Twins is a chapter from the novel 'American Rehabilitators.'

https://www.amazon.com/American-Rehabilitators-Evil-Twins-Devils-ebook/dp/B0CDF1ZWKY