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Barbie and Ken [9]

A/N: Highly suggest you start playing the above song when you begin reading. 

☼Leila Perez☼

I aimed for a relaxed position but inside I was anything but relaxed. I didn't want to do a LINGERIE photo shoot with CASTOR! That stuff means skin against skin! I don't want to do that! 

Or do I? I blushed profusely at the thought. Was I nervous, scared or annoyed? God, I need to stop worrying. But, then again, God apparently ships me and Jerk. 

The cameraman sighed, "Stop blushing please!"

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the camera.

I swivelled my butt around to face the camera and ran a hand through my hair. The camera flashed. The director ordered, "Stay right there! We're getting a good shot of the underwear. Pop out your left hip, Leila."

I obeyed and placed my free hand on it. 

"Perfect!" he shouted and the camera flashed again. 

Lucy's voice drawled, "We're ready!"

I turned around and I swear I almost had a heart attack. My face was probably a bright shade of red. My eyes went and raked him while my mind screamed for them to stop. I gulped. 

In glorious 3D, all five-foot-ten of him, was a half-naked Castor looking almost identical to a certain somebody I once modelled with. His dark brown hair had been tousled to make it look like he'd just been sleeping. He had well-defined biceps, pecs and abs. I caught myself staring at his six-pack for a little longer than necessary. I trailed down the rest of him. A pair of black silk shorts. I snapped my head back up to meet his smirk.

He grinned happily, "I knew I'd make you notice my looks some day."

"Still not as hot as Francisco," I muttered.

Lucy chuckled. I knew she'd heard me. 

The director ordered him to stand beside me and frowned, "They aren't matching."

Immediately I knew which bra and panty set would match the boxer shorts and I inwardly groaned. 

*****

I emerged ten minutes later after being prepared into a pair of black silk panties that revealed my whole leg, and a lingerie top. The top had a black silk bra that flowed into a see-through lace tank top finishing just an inch above my hips. The panties had straps attached. I'd worn bikinis and done fashion shows in VS lingerie, but nothing, NOTHING, had ever been as sexy as this. 

I sighed, taking a deep breath, and walked to meet Jerk. Like mine had to him, his eyes gave me a very slow once-over. The director nodded, "Perfect! You two look great together!"

I murmured under my breath, "Because God ships it."

"Did you say something?" Castor asked genuinely.

I smiled gently, "Nothing."

The director said dramatically, "This will be an amazing shoot! Leila stand in front of to the left of Castor and cock a hip. Castor cross your arms."

I stepped forward and slightly to the right so I was just in front of Castor's left half. I poked out my left hip and placed my hand on it with an alluring smile.

The camera flashed.

"Mm... that's okay. We need you closer together I think." Lucy said, reviewing the images.

The director nodded, "Okay then. Stand back to back in front of the camera please."

I turned and my back collided with Castor's stomach. I could feel his warm skin through the tiny lacy material. I tried to control my breathing and keep a neutral face.