My Sister Myself 2

Cam, or Camille now, sat at the kitchen table, staring at his nails while he waited on Cecile’. He always kept them clean, no woman would want to be with a man who couldn't present proper grooming after all, but now his once cleaned and plain trimmed nails were painted a deep acrylic red in color. They didn't appear to be overly long but whenever he reached to grab something or close his hands his nails were the first things he felt. Cecilie' was unfortunately right, it would take him time to get used to them. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to get used to them for more than one night.

As he was staring at his nails the front door opened and he heard a familiar feminine voice. “Oh, Cam!” Veronica cheered as she closed the door behind her. Cam looked to the small window meant to allow natural lighting in the room more than it was to facilitate an escape. Especially given it was an eight story drop if he managed to squeeze himself through. The only other way out was the way he entered the kitchen, and unfortunately Veronica was already there. “Oh, Cecile’. I didn’t expect you to be home this early.” Cam smiled nervously.

Veronica was a natural beauty with curly auburn hair and an athletic figure. While she had smallish breasts she had an amazing ass and long beautiful legs, tightened and toned from her years of performing track and field. She preserved her athletic build by running for fun. Something Cam had teased her about when they were dating. “If I’m ever running it’s because someone’s chasing me.” He joked when she asked her to join her on a run. “I…I took the day off.” Cam parroted his sister’s voice as best as he could.

“And went shopping without me I see!” She gasped with mock jealousy as she took in Camille’s dress. “You look amazing!” She cheered. “Did Cam help you pick that out? He always had such an eye for fashion.”

“I-in a way.” He forced a smile to his painted lips.

“What are you all dressed up for? Got a date?” She teased with a playful smile. Something Cam knew Cecile’ hated Veronica to do. Something Cam enjoyed immensely about her.

“No, I’m…I am going to a work function tomorrow n-evening.” He corrected himself. The fact even Veronica didn’t see through his disguise, someone he was intimately acquainted with ,put him at ease. If he was lucky he could end this conversation without her ever knowing.

“That’s surprising. Cam said you hated those things.” Veronica said as she opened one of the cabinets and retrieved a small cup of coffee grounds.

“I did?” Cam’s voice slipped for a moment as he tried to remember just how much he told her, “I mean, “he corrected, “I do. But…I’m in line for a promotion and…you know how it goes.” He sighed.

She nodded as she slipped the cup into the keurig, “I do.” She didn’t. Veronica was a trust fund kid. She went to the college she was supposed to, married the man she was supposed to, and even had a kid like she was supposed to. And now she was living off her trust fund and the alimony her ex-husband paid once a month.

“Do you really think I look okay?”

“You look beautiful.” Cam smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as much as his waist cincher would allow anyway.

“Camille?” Cecile’ called out as she opened the door. “I found you some shoes to match your dress.” As she rounded the small wall to the kitchen she found her wide-eyed twin and his monthly bed hopper.

“Camille?” Veronica asked, slowly turning to face the disguised twin.

‘How much could an eight story drop hurt really?’ He thought briefly, “Would you believe this isn’t what it looks like?”

“Unless you’re secretly triplets I think it’s pretty much what it looks like.”

Cecile’ smirked, covering her mouth to refrain from laughing. “Camille is helping me at work.”

“Your promotion?”

“Yes.” Cecile’ handed Cam a shoe box, “Put these on while I explain.” Cecile’ explained the situation she found herself in at work and her dear brother’s ridiculous idea.  “Oh, I have to say after hearing all of that, it isn’t what it looks like.” Veronica paused for a second. “Or what I thought.” She said, giving her ex and still friend a teasing smile that brought a blush to his face

The twins spent the morning finding a style of makeup to match the dress left by one of Cam’s lovers. Cecile’ wouldn't call her makeup daring or elegant but she did know what she was doing more than the average woman thanks to their mother. Their mother had her own little salon in Queens she was immensely proud of. Her shop offered everything a woman could possibly want to beautify herself. Their mother believed for a woman to make it in a man’s world they had to be fierce and determined, but most of all beautiful. ‘Beauty gets you in the door, your brain keeps you there.’ She had told Cecile’ on more than one occasion on the weekends she helped their mother. Cam only had to help out during summer break since he had extracurricular activities nine months out of the year. So he did a fairly passable job when he wanted to flirt with the boy at the coffee shop.

Cam sat in front of her vanity, laying down his foundation after finding  a makeup style appropriate for the party while Cecile’ looked through her closet. “Ah! I knew I still had it.” Cecile’ cheered.

“What?”

“Bloody Mary!” She smiled, holding up a long black wig, the length of which touched the floor even holding it at shoulder height.

“What the hell is that?”

“Bloody Mary.” She said as if that explained anything. “I wore it to Emma’s halloween party one year.”

“Oh yeah. Emma. She was hot.” Cecile gave her brother a blank expression for just a second when he said that, but moved on without further acknowledgement.

“Anyway. You’ll wear it since your hair is way too short to be mine and we don’t have the time to wait for you to grow it.”

“If I cut and style it maybe.” After Cam cut the wig to match my length, there was still something missing: “We could be twins.” He said with that stupid grin of his.

“We are twins.” Cecile’ rolled her eyes. How she always does instead of laughing at perfectly good jokes. “But dear sister, you’re looking rather flat chested.”

“Oh yeah. Hmm. I’ll have to borrow from Debrah again.” He said dumbly.

“That might fool the horny kid at the coffee shop but it won’t fool anyone else.” She sighed. “We’re gonna have to go out and get you some temporary help.”

“Great.” Cam grumbled.

If the train ride to the store was hell, then the return trip was the deepest pit in Tartarus. From the moment he got on he could just feel the men undressing him. Cam wasn’t even what he could call ‘dressed up’. He wore a pair of old jeans and just a t-shirt that was once white, now stained with various colors of paint. Cecile’ hid her enjoyment at Cam’s suffering well. Cam had carelessly stuffed a black bra until he was at least a B cup, claiming it to be the smallest size that people would still believe him to be a woman.

Returning was pure heaven for Cecile’. She wouldn’t describe herself as petty, but seeing the torment on her brother’s sister’s face as every single man stared at his her D cups was rewarding. The black pattern put his chest on full display to the hungry riders through his white, and now, skin tight top. Camille had often told her to “Relax.” Or “Chill out.” whenever she would complain around the scores of men that stared at her, or more accurately her chest.

Camille had teased and mocked Cecile’ even in the sex shop. She had been considering getting him a gaff to hold back his man junk. She was surprised to learn there were multiple options: the most basic of which was something called tuck tape kit, a sample pack of which only cost ten dollars, the next up was a silicone/rubber gaff that proclaimed to all it was perfectly capable of allowing the wearer to urinate without ever having to remove the device, beyond that was one that promoted itself as being perfect to have sex in, but not much else,  none of which looked excessively realistic in the cold light of day, but then no one would see what’s under his dress. So she decided on the tuck tape kit. One he could practice wearing today and the other he could wear to the party.

However her brother thought it best to mock Cecile’ and pick up the sex gaff, “Ooh, maybe I should get this.”

“Why in heaven’s name would you do that?”

“Well, you want me to seal the deal on your promotion right? Nothing seals the deal like a sexy lady willing to go that…extra mile to satisfy her boss.”

“Firstl; the whole point of this was to keep my dignity and reputation intact, secondly, he is not my boss, or my boss’s boss. He is just an executive that comprises a hiring committee. As far as that–” She gestured with disgust at the gaff– “If you want it you can buy it yourself, but, and this leads to my third point, under no circumstances are you to sleep with anyone! Especially not my boss, or Devlin.”

“Geeze, relax. I was obviously joking.”

“You need to take this more seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved her off as he stared at the rack of breasts on the wall obviously arranged from smallest to biggest from simple A cups to massive G cups. Or they would have been if not for three blank spaces. “Damn.” Cam whispered as he stared at the G cups. The box was the size of his torso. The breasts themselves, which sat glued to blue plastic mannequins in an otherwise empty space on the wall beside, were larger than his head!

“I’m not that big.” Cecile’ growled.

“Jealous?” He turned and smiled at his sister.

“The word you’re looking for is envious. And like I said; if you want to get them later you can use your own-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. God you can be such a stick in the mud. What size do I need?”

“Cs.”

‘Definitely jealous.’ Cam thought as he scanned the rack. Thankfully the shelf was clearly marked with sticky bright green sticky notes. “A. D…F. G. Uh…Houston?”

“They must not have restocked yet.” Cecile’ quickly scanned the store before finding a tattooed young woman with pink hair standing behind a counter absentmindedly reading a magazine. “Excuse me, but do you have any more breast forms in stock?”

“What we got is what we got?” She said without looking up from her magazine.

“Are you sure? Maybe in the back storeroom some-”

“The only thing we got in the back are glorified video booths that are really just gloryholes.”

“Thanks.” Cecile’ said sarcastically before walking away.

“Anytime.”

“So…this is all they’ve got.” She said with a defeated sigh.

“Sooo…what? Get a couple of As and stack them on top of one another?”

“Breasts do not work like that.”

“Yeah but these are just silicone and rubber.”

“Well mine aren’t. If they had a B cup we could possibly get away with a little padding.”

“We can’t do that with an A cup?”

“Fraid not.” Cecile’ resigned herself to her fate, or at least her brother’s. She was a true C but with a tight enough bra and Cam’s dress perhaps he could get away with a slightly larger size. “So if anyone asks, you're on your period.”

“Why in hell would anyone ask that?!” Cam gave his sister a horrified look.

“...It comes up between women more often than you’d realize.” Cecile’ pulled the box down from the shelf and started back towards the grumpy girl, “Men are really the only ones squeamish about it.”

“Well yeah. It’s nasty.”

“Man child.”

“Dried up old prune.”

“Anyway, it is unlikely you will be asked by anyone directly but one side effect of our menstrual cycle is temporary breast growth.”

“Really?” He raised one eyebrow, giving an intrigued look to his sister. “That sounds awesome.”

“Maybe if you wish really hard you can be a real girl and have boobs of your very own instead of plastic ones.” She said as she sat the box on the counter.

“Hey!” The tattooed teen glared at Cecile’, “If you’re gonna talk shit then get out.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Not yet but you’re gonna be!” She growled, “I won’t tolerate transphobic bigotry in my store!”

“Do you eve-Look, this is my bro-”

“She’s your sister as far as I can tell.”

“Cam.” Cecile’ turned and begged her brother for help clearing the confusion. Instead she found him pouting and forcing tears to his eyes.

“I told you, sis. It’s Camille now.”

“I think you should leave.” The teen growled, not so subtly gripping a baseball bat sat beside her stool.

“I’m paying for hi-”

“I don’t care! I said, out!”

“Ugh, fine. You handle this idiot, Camille. ” Cecile’ stormed out of the store as the teen walked around the counter and hugged Cam who continued to pretend to cry.

After a minute of pretending to slowly cease his sobbing, Cam cleared his throat, wiped the tears from his stained eyes, “Oh, Camille.” The girl said, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

"I…really just need the boo-breast forms. My sister has the mone-"

"Good point." She said grabbing the box, "Now we can get you fixed up. And don't worry, I won't charge you. I wouldn't take that bigot's money anyway." She dragged Cam into a store room and sat him at a desk. After moving the latest shipment of vibrators, dildos, and breast forms out of the way she started working on cleaning up his makeup.

When Cam met Cecile' out front of the store Cecile’ demanded to know “What the hell was that all about?”

“It was funny.” He shrugged awkwardly.

She glared at her brother, noticing his chest was not only smoother but twice as large as when she left, “How’d you pay for the breast forms?”

“Magic.”

“Bull.”

“I also got her number.” He shook his phone side to side with the tattooed girl’s cell number displayed along with a picture of her giving the camera the finger and sticking her tongue out. Somehow Cecile’ just knew it was directed at her. “Don’t be jealous.” Cam smirked and walked off towards the subway station.

Now, it was everything she could do to keep from laughing when a man finally did approach the pair of them. “Are you a doctor?”

“Huh?” Cam gave the man a confused look, “No. Why?”

“I think I’m seeing double.”

Cam looked to his sister pleadingly and found her covering her mouth and staring at the roof. Something she’d always do when she was trying not to laugh. “Uh.” He said as he turned back to the strange man, “We’re twins actually.”

The man grinned, “Then this is truly my lucky day.”

“Cecile’.” Cam hissed at his giggling sister.

“Jericho.” The man offered Cam his hand.

Out of habit Cam shook the man’s hand, “Uh, no I’m-”

“Camille’.” Cecile’ cooed as she gave her brother a mischievous look.

“You both have such beautiful names.”

“I’ll be sure to give our mother your kind regards.” Cecile’ smirked.

Jericho returned the smile, “I’m sure she hears that enough, what with her daughters being models after all.”

“We’re not models.” Cam said.

"Would you like to be?"

"Huh?" Cam's eyes widened at the familiar line.

"I have a small studio not too far from here. We can get you started on some…headshots.” He licked his lips as he finished his sentence.

“Uh, no thanks.” Cam bumped into his sister as he took a small step back into his sister.

“Cecile’, you really are a stick in the mud.” Cecile’ giggled. Repeating Cam’s words back to him from earlier.

“See, Camille wants to be a model too.”

“What?” Cecile’ blanched as she looked at the man.

“N-” Cecile’ clutched Cam’s hand, digging her nails into his wrist.

“Perhaps another time.” Cecile’ frowned and pointed to the quickly approaching platform. “Unfortunately this is our stop and we are in a hurry.”

“That is a shame. But it doesn’t mean we can’t all get to know each other.”

“That actually sounds like a great idea.”

“It does?” Cam asked, his eyes widening as he stared at his stone faced sister.

“Yeah. We could introduce him to Kyle too.”

“Kyle?” the man asked.

“Yeah, my sister’s boyfriend. He’s not a bad looking fella, right sis?”

Cam nodded, catching on, “He is. I tell him all the time he should be a model.”

“He just doesn’t listen enough.” Cecile’ shook her head as she positioned them both closer to the door, “Ooh, do you think he brought Brutus with him? He has the cutest puppy.”

“She says puppy,” Cam chuckled anxiously, “he’s a four year old pitbull.”

“He will always be a puppy to me.”

“Girl, I know what you mean.” Cam slapped his free hand to his chest, his heart pounding in his fingertips as the door’s slowly opened, “He’s like my baby.”

“Actually, now that I think about it, I do have an appointment.”

The twins stepped off of the train, “Are you sure?” Cam asked with a pout, as busy riders got on and off the train, “You could meet Pop and Ma. She’s making lasagna.”

“No, I’m afraid it’s an important meeting.”

“Well at least can we get your number?” Cecile’ begged.

“Oh sure. It’s 817-” The doors closed and in a matter of seconds took the man away. Much to everyone’s relief.

“What was that about?!”

“If a guy ever tries to take you to a second location, just mention a boyfriend. It’ll usually work.”

“Then why’d you offer me up to the asshole on a silver platter?”

“Oh, that.” Cecile’ shrugged. “Payback.”

“For what?!”

“Geeze, relax sis.” She smirked as they walked the three blocks to their apartment.

Cam stood in his new chunk heels after explaining the hell his sister put him through, his legs trembling as he tried to walk around the apartment on unsteady feet. “Have you ever worn heels before?” Veronica asked.

“Not really, no.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye she smiled, “Then it looks like you’re finally gonna have to come with me to the gym.”

“Can’t.” He chuckled nervously, “I don’t want to get sweaty.”

“Then change.” Cecile’ added, “Or you could practice on the street.” It was one thing for Cam to walk the street as a girl when he blended in well enough, but walking around like a newborn gazelle would draw too much attention and make it much harder to keep his confidence up.

“Fine. I’ll change.” he sighed.

“Goody, I’ll be right back.” Veronica giggled and ran out of the apartment.

‘The gym’ was once a first floor apartment when the building was originally built over fifty years ago. As the tenants improved, so did the building. About twenty years ago one improvement was removing the first floor apartment and refitting it to be a gym for the families who lived in the building. It came equipped with a sauna, whirlpool, and hot tub as well as the contemporary weight machines of the day and a wall of free weight dumbbells and barbells.

Cam stared at the wall of weights longingly from his position atop the treadmill fifteen minutes into his forced death march. “Pay attention, Camille.” Veronica said from the treadmill beside him. “You don’t want to trip and fall.”

“Another reason to not be here.” He whispered.

“Speak up dear, I can’t hear you.” She teased.

“Forget it.” He said making sure to keep his voice light and airy.

Cam always made a point to come to the gym when it was the least busy. It was hard watching the high school boys who were lifting weight he could have at one point in his life easily lifted. Now he struggled with half his body weight. And unlike the more athletic men in the gym he hardly ever exposed his body beyond what his shorts and baggy t-shirt showed naturally.

Cecile’ and Veronica both refused to allow him such comforts. “You need to get used to people seeing you as a woman anyway.” Cecile’ said as she forced Veronica’s yoga pants and sports bra into his hands.

Veronica looked where Cam had been staring at and saw the shirtless college boys flexing their muscles with effort as they moved monumentally heavy weights. ‘Good eye.’ She thought playfully. “Remember, heel toe.”

“I am.”

“Keep your head up.” Cam complied but she saw the frown on his face, “You’re sexy as hell, Camille. There’s no point in hiding it from the world.”

“I’m not sexy and I just need to get through one dinner party. Not walk on the catwalk.”

“All the more reason for you to get used to this quickly. You have one night to present yourself properly. There’s no second take in this.”

“No pressure.”

“You’re gonna be fine. You just have to remember who you are.”

“That’s kind of the problem.” He gripped the handlebars, feeling his ankle giving out slightly.

“No, you’re thinking you’re Cam. You have to remember you’re Camille. And she is sexy and confident.”

“Totally sexy and confident.” He rolled his eyes.

“How’s your tuck…thing?”

“It’s not pulling as much if I take smaller steps.”

“Good. You shouldn’t take big steps in heels anyway, that’s how you trip and fall.” Veronica frowned and stopped her treadmill. “C’mere. We need to stretch.”

Veronica led Cam to a yoga ball and ran him through a routine of stretches before she left him to continue on his own while she got them both waters. As soon as Veronica was out of sight Cam laid back on the ball, enjoying the deep stretch it gave to his back, unaware of the display he was giving anyone who cared to look.

Sensing someone approaching, Cam opened his eyes and saw thick legs standing in front of him. Shooting up he saw the owner of the tree trunk like legs was a sweat drenched man who looked to be college age, and judging by his build was likely on a wrestling scholarship. “Hey.” The half naked jock wore only a pair of gym shorts and a confident smile.

“Um…hi.” He cleared his throat and found himself at eye level to the boy’s crotch. “Can I help you?” He mimicked his sister’s cold and stern voice with practiced efficiency.

“You looked like you could use some help.”

“I was just stretching.”

“I’m really good at…stretching.”

Cam couldn’t help but glance towards the jock’s bulge behind his shorts. “I think I can handle it on my own.”

“I bet you could.” The jock chuckled. “What are you doin’ after this?”

Glancing behind the wannabe stud Cam stood with a smile, “Taking my girlfriend out to lunch.”

Veronica walked up holding two ice cold bottles of water, “Here you go. Who’s your-” Cam’s unexpected and passionate kiss stopped her cold. For a moment she forgot her surroundings and only remembered how much she enjoyed Cam’s tongue. Their kiss broke when Veronica touched the ice cold bottle to Cam’s side. “Ba-abe!” Cam giggled reflexively, pulling away from the bottle.

“Maybe I can join you.” The jock smiled hungrily.

Veronica noticed the group of friends not so subtly watching their friend hit on Cam and now her, “That’d be great.” Veronica smiled.

“Really?!” His smile broadened.

“For real?!” Cam’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, I was just saying how we should invite a guy who couldn’t last two minutes to join us.”

“I can last two minutes.” He grimaced hearing his friends laughing behind him.

“Hmm, he’s not very bright.” Veronica said, looking up at Cam.

“I mean-”

“Let’s cut to the chase. You want to have sex with us, my girlfriend here has never been with a man before.” The jock’s smile returned and his hungry eyes narrowed on Cam, “So, what are you packing?”

“Eleven inches.”

Veronica burst out laughing, confusing both Cam and the meathead, “Babe, I know you haven’t been with guys but pro-tip; if a guy tells you his dick’s in the double digits, cut that in half then subtract two.”

The boys laughed in the distance, as Jock’s face now burned with rage, “I don’t know what you heard but I’m not small.”

“It’s not about size, sweetie,” She said with a smug smile, “what do you think my girl’s packing?” Cam blushed deep red, “Her tongue is only a few inches, so it’s not about the size. But she’s smart and listens to her lover. That’s the brag sweetie. You don’t know how to please a woman so you think a big dick is what does it for us. But you’re wrong.”

For a moment Cam worried the musclebound moron was about to haul off and punch them, instead he turned around and spat back, “Ugly ass dykes.”

“Then why were you hitting on us?” Veronica laughed along with Jock’s friends. Cam wasn’t sure if it was out of relief or just how infectious Veronica’s laugh was but he soon found himself joining in as Veronica walked them both out of the gym. Once they had returned to the elevator and their laughter had died down Veronica wrapped her arm around Cam’s waist, “One more pro-tip, babe–” She smiled–“telling a teenage boy you have a girlfriend won’t stop him from hitting on you.”

“Apparently.”

“It was cute watching you squirm though.”

“Shut up.” He shook his head.

“Right. Let’s go get you looking sexy for your date!” She cheered, slapping Cam’s ass.

“H-ow!” He yelped and quickly covered his butt with his hands.

“What? You never complain when you slap my ass!”

“Whatever.” He pouted, “And it’s not a date!”

“Sure, but sexy sells, and you’re gonna need every bit of help you can get, girlfriend.”

Saturday evening, Veronica stopped her car at the entrance to the large tavern. “Last chance, Miss Rayne.” She teased.

“You’re right.” His voice quaked with desperation, “Let’s get out of here.”

“I was kidding.” Her voice softened while she placed her hand on his, “You can’t let your sister down.”

“But I will. Last time I was here I nearly got her fired and I was just me! If they catch me now…that’s too much pressure.”

“How would they catch you?”

“They’ve met me.”

“I’ve met you and I didn’t recognize you. How is this any different?”

“I don’t know. It just is.” He looked out the passenger window at the imposing bar that tried to capture that old world tavern feel in the middle of New York.

Veronica frowned. Cam always acted so confident but she knew it to be just that, an act. Even if he wasn’t willing to admit it to himself. “C’mere.” She said gently after taking a pill out of her purse. Cam turned to face Veronica, not seeing her place the pill in her own mouth before she pulled his head to hers until their lips met. The pill went largely unnoticed as she slipped her tongue past his lips. Without a thought he swallowed the pill and continued kissing Veronica, pulling her hair as he directed the kiss. Breaking their kiss, Veronica smiled at her feminized sometimes boyfriend.

Cam cleared his throat, having just unknowingly dry swallowed a pill,“What was that for?” he asked, his cock pulled painfully against his tuck.

“A kiss for luck and a promise for something later.”

“A promise for what?”

“Your sister needs you to put on a little show right? You stay for at least an hour and be your usual charming self and when I pick you up we can go back to my apartment and I’ll give you a reward for being a good girl.”

“For…” Cam blushed. She was teasing him and for some reason it was turning him on.

“Now scoot.” She said as she threw his door open.

“How about another kiss for luck?”

“That’ll cost you another hour.” She cooed.

Cam thought about it for a moment. ‘How long could these office parties last?’ he thought, ‘It’s already after eight.’ “If I stay until the party ends?”

“Remember that thing you wanted me to do for your birthday last year?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Deal.” Once again Veronica allowed Cam to pull her lips to his. If their night went the way she hoped it would be the last time he thought he was in charge.

Several minutes later, Camille strode into the party with a bright smile on his face as he greeted the female workers. “Wow, Ms.Rayne!” Richard gasped, taking in Cecile’s dress, “You look amazing!” Camille wore an asymmetrical pencil dress with a white trim which ran along the right side of the V-neck to the left side of his chest before trailing to his right hip.

Camille forced a smile on his face as he recalled the series of flashcards Cecile’ insisted he practice with all afternoon. “Careful, Mr.Verdona, people might talk with flattery like that.”

Richard chuckled, “I wouldn’t dream of dispensing undo flattery. But I must say, I did not think you owned something so…exquisite.” He smiled, taking her all in.

“This old thing?” Camille giggled, playfully slapping Richard with his black clutch purse.  “You know what they say about all work and no play.” He smiled.

“I’ll drink to that.” Richard cheered, raising his empty glass. “Seems I am in need of a refill. Care to join me?” Richard offered his arm.

Cam swallowed the frog in his throat but took the offered arm anyway, “I’d thought you’d never ask.” he said with a smile. Grateful to have some support in the unfamiliar strappy platform heels. Sure they had more balance than the stilettos his sister originally argued for, but they definitely had less stability than the wedges he had worn a week before and petitioned for again.

The two men made small talk for the next several minutes before Richard spoke seriously, “I heard you had gotten Eugene to your side.”

“You heard about that?”

“I am rooting for you after all.”

“So, I don’t have to kiss you? Kiss up to you.” He quickly corrected, already feeling the magnified effects of the alcohol.

“I could do with a little.” He laughed.

Camille put his glass down and gently wrapped his long feminine arm around Richard’s shoulder and held his right hand in his own. His body pressed tight against Richard’s side. “Mr. Verdona, from what I know of you, you are a brilliant and well versed man. Someone as intelligent as you would never fall for such cheap attempts at flattery. So what good would it do me to lie to you when you are already on my side.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t still like it.” He whispered with a smile.

“Hmm.” Camille blinked as he tried to hold on to the long wood grain bar.

“Are you alright?”

Camille shook his head, “I’ll be fine.”

“Perhaps we should sit down.”

Camille hid his worry behind his smile, “I’ll be fine, Richard. I appreciate your concern though.” He gave Richard’s hand a small squeeze. How long had his hand been there? “If you’ll excuse me.” He cleared his throat, stepping away before Richard could protest.

Camille spoke to several employees along his path, stopping for several minutes in some cases. He made sure to keep his smile just as bright and cheery as when he entered. A task made much easier once the drinks had fully mixed with muscle relaxer. None would guess that his path was one with purpose. As he was speaking with Richard he finally spotted Devlin. His true target of the evening sat with Lloyd in a booth. He wasn’t sure how long he had been at the party but he needed to get in good with this man before it was too late.

Devlin was an attractive man in his early forties. According to the flashcards Devlin was sensitive about his red hair and freckles and was warned to say nothing about either of them. Cam found women with red hair and freckles infinitely beautiful, Devlin however looked like an overgrown child. Granted the man wore a perfectly fitted suit, an expensive watch and silk tie and spoke with an air of authority but that did little to rid his face of the youthful features that made it much harder for others to take him seriously at the beginning of his career. Cecile’ explained that Cam should be direct and introduce “herself” again before trying to build up his ego.

“Lloyd, here’s where you’ve been hiding.” He smiled.

Lloyd stared wide-eyed in surprise at the physical change in Cecile’. “And where have you been hiding…yourself?” He was either too drunk or too much of a pig to hide the fact he was staring at Camille’s breasts.

“Oh I was just speaking with Richard. He is quite a treat. It’s a shame I have to go.”

“You’re leaving us so soon?” Devlin asked in mock sadness.

“Afraid so.” Camille smiled politely before narrowing his eyes at Devlin, “Do I know you from somewhere?” Camille asked curiously.

Devlin smiled as he examined Cecile’ up and down. He remembered meeting her briefly when she first started. She struck him immediately as a bit of a cold fish. One of the rare times he was glad to see he was wrong, “Devlin Lawkes.” He explained, “We met briefly a while back.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I would remember you. Hmm. Were you the kid who used to get my coffee?”

“No.” Devlin said through a clenched jaw.

He pouted as he pretended to think before turning to Lloyd, “Well, I just wanted to stop by and wish you luck getting the promotion.” ‘You’ll need it.’ They both thought as they shook hands. “Take care, Deckland. Hopefully we’ll run into each other again.”

Lloyd shook his head, chuckling behind his whiskey as he watched the woman crash and burn with Devlin. “Devlin.” He corrected her.

“Of course,” he smiled. “Well, until next time.” Camille said as he walked away from the booth.

“As I was saying,” Lloyd explained, “she’s just another airhead diversity hire.”

“Excuse me.” Devlin didn’t wait for permission as he followed Camille out of the bar.

Outside, Camille pretended to have been hailing a cab when Devlin stepped beside her. “You weren’t going to leave without letting me buy you a drink were you?”

“Any other time and I might take you up on that offer but I do have a previous engagement.”

“It couldn’t’ve been that important if you were hanging around here.”

“Oh this? That was just business.”

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow.

“Yes. Unfortunately to get my promotion I had to put in an appearance with Mr.Verdona.”

“Just Richard?”

“Not just him obviously. But I’ve already impressed my own boss.”

“No one else?”

“No, thankfully. I hate being so…phony just to get ahead, you know?”

Devlin smirked, “I do. So where are you heading now?”

“Ugh, unfortunately I have dinner with my parents.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It is when every dinner is just an excuse to set me up with my future husband.”

“Oh…”

“I keep telling my mother I’m not ready to settle down, I’m focusing on my career.”

The panic in Devlin’s eyes faded, “I can see where she might worry. One’s life can’t be all work and no play after all.”

“I suppose not.”Camille cast an eye over his shoulder at the party still going on inside the bar, “Shame.” He sighed quietly before throwing his hand up to catch the attention of a cab as it approached from down the street.

"Hear me out. If you stayed and let me buy you a drink you could tell your mother you were out with a man. Get her off your back for a while."

Camille smiled, "That is sweet but I'm not interested in dating."

"Not a date. Just a drink. Come on," he added, seeing her hesitation, "you clearly want to take the night off. But if it makes you feel better we can talk about work. This way it's a win/win for the both of us."

"How is it a win for you exactly?"

"I get to buy a beautiful woman a drink." He said with a flirty smile.

Camille blushed bright red with embarrassment but forced a smile to his face as the cab stopped in front of him. He looked between Devlin and the cab as he pretended to truly consider leaving. “One drink.”

“Just one.” He smiled.

Camille slapped the roof of the cab twice and turned to Devlin, “Looks like you’ve got your drink.”

Returning to the bar, one drink turned into two, then three. At first Camille talked up Cecile’ and her projects, both past and present. After their fourth drink their conversation was steered to more personal topics. “So finally we talk her onto the roof and she’s shaking like a leaf and I know she’s going to chicken out so I put an arm around her and I say ‘It’s okay. You don’t have to jump if you don’t want too.’”

“I imagine that isn’t the end.”

Camille shook his head, “I say, ‘Just take a deep breath.’ Then I give her a little shove.” Camille giggles behind his glass. “She’s cursing the entire way down and when she hits the water her top just explodes off her chest.” Devlin couldn’t help but laugh along with Camille.

“I doubt she was too happy.”

“Oh no, she was pissed.” His giggling slowed, “She got me back though. She put itching powder in my gym clothes.” Both once again laughed.

“The best part about siblings is having someone you’re just allowed to torture.”

“That’s what our Ma said.” Camille cleared his throat, reminding himself to speak like Cecile’.

“My brothers and I used to play the ‘watch her leave’ game.”

“What’s that?”

“If we saw one talking to a pretty girl we would come up to him and say something like ‘The pharmacy finally has your genital wart cream back in stock.’”

“That’s disgusting.” Camille laughed.

“That’s the point.” Devlin laughed with a broad smile.

“I didn’t know you had brothers.” He said after his laughter finished dying down.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“We’re twins.”

“Really?” His eyebrow arched as a smirk spread across his face. “What’s her name?”

“Cec–” Camille coughed, realizing at some point he had stopped telling stories from Cecile’s perspective, “Camille.” He smiled awkwardly. ‘Ah, not like I’ll ever see this guy again.’ He shrugged. That’s a mess Cecile’ can clean up if it even needs cleaning. “She’s actually looking for a job too. Though she’s more of a free spirit than I am.”

“But only half as beautiful.” He smirked.

“Oh no, she’s much more beautiful than me.”

“You’re twins.” He chuckled.

“Oh, well I guess I am just, eck, ex, eccseeding beautiful.” Camille blinked as he tried to bring the world back into focus. A normally easy task made more difficult by the relaxer still swimming in the river of alcohol. Keeping his wits about him took all of his mental strength.

“I have to agree.” Devlin smirked, “I don’t think it is possible your sister is anywhere as beautiful as you are. Twin or not. The Gods simply are not so kind.”

Camille bit his lip as a blush came to his face. “Y-you should be careful with your words. Someone might think you’re flirting with me.”

"And what if I am?"

Camille swallowed the rock in his throat. "Aren't you…I mean, I thought you said you were my boss's boss?"

Devlin shook his head, "I said I was an executive. But I'm not your boss. Or your boss's boss." He smirked, "As far as HR is concerned…as long as we're both consenting. They don't really want to know." Camille bit his lip as he tried to remember his sister's flashcards. She said it was Devlin lawkes. Right?

"That sounds exactly like something the kid who used to get my coffee would say." He mocked, hoping that belittling him once more would put him off.

Devlin smirked back at the beautiful woman in front of him. She enjoyed teasing him even knowing he was above her. Most people in her position were too afraid to joke with him. “I wouldn’t mind getting your coffee in the morning.”

Camille giggled, “I told you, I’m not looking for such a…long term relationship.”

“Another time then.” Devlin placed his hand over Camille’s, gently stroking his forearm.

Goosebumps shot up the length of Camille’s arms, he had never been touched so…delicately. “D-definitely.” he lied.

Camille's back slammed into the iron door, the momentary dulled pain did nothing to stop Devlin’s forceful kiss. ‘I need to stop this.’ Cam thought as this other man slid his hand up the side of his thigh, exposing it to anyone who walked by the bathroom that late evening. Why was his leg wrapped around this man? He had to have done that. He needed to get away.

The door sprung open and Camille stumbled back, he would have certainly fallen if not for Devlin’s quick hands picking him up off his feet. His heels dropping to the floor in tandem with the door being kicked shut behind them.

In a matter of seconds he felt a hard surface replace Devlin's hands to support his weight. Camille reached back and braced himself against the smooth marble countertop. Devlin refocused his assault from Camille’s lips to his neck. “D-D-We can’t.” he gasped, finally freed.

“I brought protection. Don’t worry.”

“That’s not–” his protests were interrupted as Devlin licked his earlobe. “F-fuck me.” He gasped at the new sensation.

“That’s the idea.” He chuckled.

Cam clawed at Devlin’s back, ‘I should stop this!’ he thought as he felt the man’s bulging erection pressing into his tuck kit. ‘He’ll find out if I don’t!’ he moaned into the man’s lusty kiss once more. He should stop this. He wasn’t gay. Despite how hard his cock was fighting against his tuck kit. He always loved physical touch, especially when he was drunk!

He should push the man away and slap him as hard as he could, or maybe just kick him in the crotch and run!

But he couldn’t risk Cecile’s promotion or all of this would be for naught! The dress, the flirting, the leering looks from men who think women are blind! The gropers on the train! He had to think of a way out that He gasped loudly as Devlin exposed Camille’s breasts. “Devlin…” He shuddered and racked his mind for an excuse.

“I’ll make sure you remember me this time.” He chuckled and groped the fake breasts with one hand. Thankfully he was drunk enough he couldn’t tell the skin tone was slightly off or they didn’t move in the same natural way true breasts did. What he did notice was the permanently erect nipples.

After a moment Devlin stepped back, took the condom out of his pocket and dropped his pants. Seizing his opportunity Camille spoke up, “We can’t…I…just started my period.” The feminine man burned beet red.

The arrow hit its mark however, “Oh. That sucks.” Devlin chuckled awkwardly. He closed the distance again and gently kissed Camille’s lips. A small price to pay if it meant the end of anything worse.

“I’m sorry,” he said sweetly once their lips parted, “I wish I could make it up to you.”

“Well…there are other ways.” He laughed.

Camille swallowed hard and looked up at the man with wide eyes, “O-other ways?”

“Yeah, you know. I had a few girlfriends in college who used alternative methods. Apparently they got strangely horny at the start of theirs.”

“Would you be okay with that?”

“Uh…yeah.” he laughed, “What guy wouldn’t b-” Camille interrupted with a kiss.

“O-okay.” Before Devlin could ask what Cam meant he had slid off of the countertop and lowered to his knees. In his inebriated state Camille didn’t notice Devlin had been leaning over not to kiss him but to pull his pants back up. If the cost of his freedom and his sister’s job was simply jerking off some stranger in the bathroom then it would be worth it, at least that’s what he told himself as he took another man’s cock in his hand for the first time.

It was warm and pulsed with life, although he wasn’t sure why he was surprised since his own did the same when he touched himself. Slowly he started stroking the cock in front of his face, he wasn’t sure where to look. If he looked away Devlin might grow suspicious, if he looked up all he saw was Devlin’s face moaning in pleasure. Looking down wasn’t an option as all he saw now was Devlin’s hard cock bouncing and throbbing in front of his fake tits. Cam bit his lip as he watched Devlin’s hips thrusting in front of him, obviously wanting to slip between the fake breasts exposed before him. A thought occurred to Camille, ‘If I let him then I won’t have to touch him anymore, and I won’t have to look at it either!’ Camille opened his mouth to ask Devlin in a husky voice if he wanted to fuck his tits but the second he tried he felt Devlin’s strong hand grip his hair and force his mouth around his cock.

Camille cursed the man out, or at least tried too while Devlin shoved his cock down Camille’s throat. Devlin loved hearing Cecile’ moaning in pleasure as he fucked her throat, and he especially loved hearing her gag around his cock. He had heard rumors she was an ice queen but she certainly knew how to please her man. Even if only for the night.

After a minute Camille stopped fighting, if this was what he meant by alternative methods then he would have to hurry the process along. Having never sucked a cock before of course he could only do what he knew he had enjoyed being done to him. As he stroked Devlin’s cock he imagined the sexy women he had managed to bed throughout his life and how they acted. He moaned as he kissed the head of Devlin’s dick. Looked him in the eye as he licked his shaft before he went back to bobbing his head up and down the length of his cock. Camille ignored the feeling of his own cock twitching behind the tuck tape. It had been a few days since he had been laid and just imagining it was enough to activate his lusts.

“C’mere.” Devlin said suddenly.

Camille smiled, thinking he was close to cumming. His smile faded when Devlin lifted Camille up. “Wha-”

“Shh.” He whispered as he grabbed a handful of Camille’s ass.

“I told you I’m-”

“I know.” He lifted the smaller man up easily as he lifted the dress to Camille’s waist and pulled his purple satin panties aside. Before Cam could protest further he was forced to wrap his arms around Devlin or slam head first against the mirror. In an instant Devlin’s slick cock slid into Camille’s formerly virginal hole.

“Aah!” Cam yelled somewhere between pain and pleasure.

“Shh.” Devlin hushed as he lowered his latest conquest further onto his cock. “There’s no lock on the door.” he whispered.

Biting his lips he glared at the man. “F-fuck-” Once again Camille was cut off by Devlin’s kiss, his curses turned into moans. At first Camille kicked his legs but this only lessened his balance and he slid down the full length of Devlin’s nine inch shaft. Once again he moaned against Devlin’s kiss. From the pleasure he shouldn’t be feeling. The relaxer and alcohol took care of any lingering pain. Changing tactics Camille pushed against Devlin’s freckled chest. Slipped his hand under the man’s dress shirt and dug his claws into Devlin’s back.

Cecile’ moaned eagerly as she gyrated her hips. Devlin knew from past experiences most women needed to ready themselves for the girth of his cock. He thought she slipped for a moment, dropping herself on his expertly lubed up cock and started to pull away to check on her when she raked her claws across his back. She was a flirty tease all night, she jumped at the chance and ignored any offer of stopping. This was not her first time. She may be one of the rare women he met that actually loved anal sex more. Either way, he didn’t care. She had given him the sign to proceed and he wasn’t going to deny her.

Camille broke their kiss with a sharp gasp as Devlin began to actually move his cock back and forth inside of him. The sensation was…wrong. He shouldn’t be enjoying it at all. And yet…he wanted to keep going. He fought feebly against Devlin, gripping the man’s hips and pushing him away. Maybe if he could free himself? He nearly succeeded, feeling the tip nearing the edge of his hole before it dove back inside. “Ah!” Camille moaned. “Fuck…w-wh-it feels good.”

“You like that?” Devlin asked between his own gasps. “You like my cock in your ass?” Camille started to deny the truth when Devlin suddenly bit his throat.

“Fuck me!” He gasped again. ‘Why?! Why do I like this?!’

“Tell me.” Devlin ordered, now kissing Cam’s neck. “Tell me you love my dick.”

“N-n-n-...” Camille tried once again to protest but was cut off when Devlin’s slow and gentle motions turned into jackhammering thrusts. Camille didn’t last long under the new intoxicating pleasure before he moaned out, “Y-yes!”

“Say my name.”

“D-Devlin.” Camille moaned softly.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Devlin.”

“Louder!”

“Devlin!” Camille shouted before feeling himself pulled forward into another kiss as Devlin moaned. Devlin’s cock touched something Camille had never given thought to until that night. The male g-spot. Camille clung desperately to Devlin, attempting to pull him deeper, to touch whatever it was he had glanced once more when he felt a thick liquid empty out into his bowels.  With a cold realization Camille understood what had happened. Another man had just cum inside of him.

Devlin smiled in the aftermath as he watched Cecile’ clean herself. Despite being on her period she clearly enjoyed herself. Even if her moans were faked, the stains on her panties were real enough. She leaned into him as he grabbed her around her waist to give her one last kiss. “Next time I’m in town we should do this again.”

“Okay.” She smiled and twisted to kiss him on the lips before he left. Content in knowing she would not soon forget him again.

Afterwards Camille cleaned himself as much as he could with the toilet paper in the stall. But it would never be enough. Cam nearly fell as Devlin pulled him backwards into him. For a moment he worried the man wanted another round. And worse he worried he might let him. "Next time I'm in town we should definitely do this again."

"O-okay." Was all he could think to say in the moment. He twisted to face Devlin again and explain he couldn't, wouldn't do that again with him or anyone ever when Devlin's lips once again interrupted him. The kiss somehow was more passionate than before and left him wanting more as the man left the barefoot feminized man alone in the men's room.