Katelyn and Catherine Winslow are identical twins. One an aspiring model the other a middle school teacher. They share two things, the fact that they were identical twins and they always looked out for each other.
Now that shared identity has anomalized Catherine being at a photo shoot---her beloved sister has to forfeit because of her recent tattoo---- instead of home with a romance novel. She was now the twin sister who modeled in red heels and a piano that brought forth some intriguing twist of fate.
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"Why the hell do I let my sister keep on talking me into these shitty situations?!" an exasperated voice snapped under her breath.

Because she is your sister and you would do anything for the little rebel, even posing half-naked for a stranger, her inner voice replied.

She paced the small length of the room in nervous anticipation. She belted the silk robe tighter around her waist like a chastity belt and sigh with nervous anticipation.

"O shut up?!" she snapped furiously wishing she could strangle her sister right now.

As her anxiety increased she pulled on the robe she wore and stared at her reflection in the dressing mirror. Her cheeks under the touch of rogue deepen to a brighter red.

Half naked was an understatement, the satin and lace teddy with the matching garter, and sheer black stocking left nothing to the imagination and the red pumps added a blatant touch of sex and sin.

"Lovely," she heard a voice say behind her in blatant appreciation of the sight she was equivocally displaying.

With a gasp and hasty movements, she belted the robe and turn to face the owner of the highly appreciative remark. Eyes just as appreciative roamed slowly over her blonde hair that cascaded in loose curls about her shoulders to where the ends brush against the top of the pert round globes of her breasts that the corset of the teddy framed to tempting perfection.

"Kate?" she heard him breathe, that one word speaking things she dear not try to comprehend as he made a query of her identity as well. She watch as he stepped into the room from the darkened doorway and her breath caught in her throat.

Christ did men like this exist outside of novels?! This man was----yes cliched but true---tall, dark and handsome. His body was outlined by a simple grey turtle neck sweater, soft stone-washed denim, and black canvas loafers.

"Yes," she replied almost choking on the lie. "Katelyn Winslow," she added and quickly made for the dossier that held the adverse details of her twin sister's modeling journey and practically shoved them at the stranger.

When he undid the string that held the leather folder covers in place and flipped through its contents, she felt her heart race beneath the flimsy lace that covered her breast. She nibbled nervously on her scarlet-painted red lips not realizing how seductive the nervous gesture was perceived.

"Absolutely splendid," he complimented staring at her. She sighed in relief but it was replaced by shock when she heard him say. "You do nudes as well."

"Wh...what?!" she stammered and stared at him wide-eyed.

He turned the dossier for her inspection and her face blazed at the sight of her sister artistically displayed in the collage of black and white nudes.

He looked at her his honey-brown eyes drowning her in its depths. When his sensual lips parted in a mischievous smile her knees almost buckled. "From these I want you to pose for the final shot semi-nude."

"But...but th..hat was..."

He cut off her stammering with a, "I'll pay you a thousand dollars extra Miss Winslow, and if I like the final result your face might be the face of my ad campaign."

She took a deep steadying breath and tried her best to focus on the matter at hand. She couldn't fail her sister now. Katelyn's agent had fought hard for this photo shoot that would progress Pleasure the next fragrance in the sex and sin perfume line.

Catherine knew that her sister's career depended on this charade; acting the hell out of her sister's character she would put her all in. Besides being a middle school teacher her life wouldn't get more fun than this.

She smiled charmingly up at the tanned Adonis as he stood a few inches above her in height. "I would appreciate that outcome very much," she replied.

"Follow me," he said tucking the dossier under his arm and leading the way out of the small dressing room. They walked down the corridor where he stopped and open a door. He waited for her to walk through as she did so her body brushed his and she was assailed by the musky scent of his cologne and the spicey mix of his aftershave.

She felt her body react in ways she thought were long buried when her fiance had jilted her three months ago. Her mind fought hard to control her body as she stepped into the room that was outfitted for a photo shoot.

On a platform draped with red satin stood a dark mahogany grand piano that shone to glistening perfection. In front of it sat a padded piano stool its burgundy seat the resting place of a red and gold tear-shaped bottle with a black tassel. That was the infamous sex and sin perfume Pleasure.

With an introduction to the photographer, a sexy Afro-American with a disarming smile Catherine proceeded to become her sister. She was told to remove her robe and was quickly propped by a serene woman on the pose she was to make.

As she followed and carried out the daring, seductive, and often tempting poses she was instructed on she found that she was quickly losing her restraint as was becoming a tempest that caused the man she had earlier met to wish he was the one behind the camera feasting upon her contoured creamy perfection.

Nevertheless, he feasted from where he stood. She was now perched precariously upon the piano stool her upper body half draped against the piano the perfumed bottle nestled between her thighs a come hither look on her beguiling face.

Lance Collohan felt his body come to life as her eyes found his across the room their blue depths offering him a prelude to a passion he so wanted to experience more of.

Catherine did not know what was happening to her but being here tonight was pulling out of her a woman that she often saw displayed in Katelyn. She shared nothing but her sister's physical features and that was that, but here right now it was like she was the wildfire that was always Katelyn. She marveled at this loving the daring exhilarated feel of it all.

"Splendid," she heard the photographer praise.

She came out of her trance as the devil with the honey-colored eyes moved from where he stood and proceeded to the photographer, they spoke briefly then left the room.

For a minute she felt disappointed until she heard the photographer instruct her to go behind the screen and remove the corset of her teddy remaining only in her panties, garter, stocking, and red heels under her silk robe. She felt a whirlwind of fear.

She did as she was told but cursed Katelyn for getting that damn tattoo that now propelled her into this position. With a deep breath, she returned from the screen to see her dark devil leaning casually half-naked against the piano.

"Ready?" he asked with that mischievous smile that mocked her. It was like he was testing her; like he knew something she didn't.

"Yes," she said with a stubborn tilt of her head.

She watched as he took her arm, and brought her to the now-closed piano where he lifted her like a feather and placed her to sit up on it before positioning himself between her thighs. He undid the belting of her robe letting it fall over her creamy shoulders before he nestled his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder, he then took one shapely leg in his hand and brought it up to his waist.

Fire leaped in her inner parts as his breath fanned her collarbone hot and arousing. She felt someone press the perfume bottle in her hand, then the photographer's voice instructing her to look into the camera.

If ever pleasure was personified it was there with those two that made the camera sing.

He breathed against her neck and without her control, her head snapped back and her body arched into his.

"Marvellous," she heard the cheers of delight.

"This is epic man," she heard the photographer congratulate but it was the man that still gripped her to his body that had her undivided attention.

"You're sister said you were a unique woman Catherine and I must agree she was right," his words shocked her but his warm smile put her at ease.

"Yes," he admitted. "Katelyn called, I am happy she sent you."

"You are?" she whispered caught up in emotions she was liking a lot.

"Yes," he said nibbling her collarbone, "because I got the identical twin that was made for me in red heels on a piano that I must admit drives me wild."

"It does?" she breathed.

He kissed her deeply in reply and liked that she melted into him. He was truly happy he met Catherine Winslow and he could tell from her surrending she was happy too.