Meet the event coordinator.

A few weeks before the start of their vacation the twins were required to meet the event coordinator to sign a few contracts and pose for photos. They weren’t sure what they should wear for the shoot, so they decided to go somewhat formal; after all from what they gathered from their phone conversations with the event coordinator it sounded like they were going to provide them with outfits.

As they rode the elevator to the third floor of the office building, Julie lightly bounced on the toes of her high heel covered feet. Being the more energetic of the two she was having a hard time trying to contain her excitement and Michel couldn’t blame her, he was a very chill and relaxed kind of person and even he was feeling a little antsy.

Once they reached the third floor, they stepped out and met with the secretary at the front desk who directed them to a meeting room in the back. They made their way to the meeting room and Michel lightly knocked on the door.

“Just a moment,” said a feminine voice from inside the room. Michel cocked his brow as they waited. She sounded out of breath for some reason, and he could have sworn he heard light moaning coming from inside the room. He shook it off, telling himself it was none of his business and waited alongside sister.

“You can come in now,” the woman called out after about a minute had passed.

As Michel and Julie entered the room, an attractive brunette stood up from behind the table. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. She wore a dark gray pencil skirt, a white button-down blouse, and a gray dress jacket. Her brunette hair was tied into a bun, her hazel eyes were hidden behind a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, and she wore ruby red lipstick.

As she shooked the twins hands her long red nails lightly nicked their wrists, “Welcome,” she started, “and congratulations. My name is Annette Bowering, and you must be Julie and Michel.”

“That’s right,” Julie said in an excited tone. As they took their seats, Julie was still shivering with excitement. “Sorry, everything is still setting in,” she said as she fiddled with her hands.

“No apology is needed,” said Annette with a smile, “I’ve had contestants that wouldn’t stop jumping up and down, or screaming so your reaction is perfectly understandable.” As she said, this Annette pulled out a few papers for them to sign.

They were standard "don't sue us" contracts stating that they were not responsible for any injuries, lost items, that sort of thing. Though as Michel read through his copy, he was a little taken aback by a part that stated that he was to treat the girls on the island with respect and that he was to acknowledge that they were people and not…sex toys. They must have had a few harassment cases in the past. Still, the wording could have been a little less blunt.

Glancing over at Julie he noticed that she didn’t even read her contract, she just eagerly signed it and handed it in. Michel rolled his eyes at this but didn’t say anything since he didn’t see anything wrong with the terms provided. After he signed his contract and turned it in, Annette put them both in her case and stood up directing them to a man setting up a camera. He was tall and quite fit with light brown skin, long swept-back brown hair, and wore a red leather jacket and tight black leather pants. Once Julie saw him she blushed brightly as the man didn’t wear a shirt, leaving his firm abs on full display.

“Julie, Michel, this is Lyle Strickland,” said Annette, “He will be shooting you for our vacation poster.”

Lyle shook their hands and gave them a broad smile, his dark goatee helping to focus their eyes on his friendly grin. “It is a pleasure to meet such attractive young sibling,” he said in his smooth voice, “Julie I understand you have some amateur modelling experience?”

Julie placed a hand on her cheek and blushed as he took her hand, “That’s right.”

Lyle lowered his thin sunglasses and gave Julie a playful wink, “I must say you have the looks. I wouldn’t mind taking you in as one of my models if you're ever interested.”

Julie giggled and swooned a bit at this while her brother felt the hair on the back of his neck rise a little. Lyle noticed his reaction and chuckled, “Don’t worry Son, I’m not going to steal your sister away from you.” With that, he turned to his suitcase and started to pull out outfits, all swimwear, and all quite revealing. Not just the women’s ether, the male swimsuit ether looked like they would be too tight or too small for Michel. He picked out a light blue pair of swim trunks with barely any leg for Michel and handed it to him along with a bath rob so he wouldn’t be seen walking around the office building in the equivalent of what was essentially very formfitting underwear.

“Here we are,” said Lyle and he handed Michel the trunks, “Just slip these on and return to me, I should have something picked out for your sister by then.”