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Sarah Royce, you look hot.

Sarah smiled at her reflection in her full-length mirror.  She'd spent more time choosing her ensemble for today's "meeting" than most women would have needed to choose something to wear for an audience with the Queen of England.  Well, it isn't as if fashion magazines have articles about What To Wear To Seduce Your Sister's Husband.  Not that such articles wouldn't come in handy more often than most people would want to admit, of course.

She'd decided to meet Frank in his office, figuring that was the only place she likely wouldn't have to worry about Eva turning up.  Besides, she got a thrill at the thought of having sex with him in such an inappropriate place…a thrill she thought he would share. 

Since she would be walking into a place of business, she couldn't dress quite as provocatively as she normally would under these circumstances.  She ultimately chose a crisp, white sleeveless blouse, a denim miniskirt and mules with 4" heels.  The form-fitting blouse was unbuttoned far enough to show just a tantalizing hint of cleavage, and the skirt was the perfect length to show off her long legs to their best advantage without any of the worries about "coverage" inherent with her typical micro-minis.

Her underwear choice was considerably faster and easier.  She wasn't wearing any.

She looked again in the mirror, smoothing her skirt and releasing one more button in her blouse.  Her smile widened.  She may not have been genetically blessed with Eva's classically beautiful features, thick glossy hair and perfect figure, but through means both artificial and natural, she had managed to make the most of her assets.  Her skill with makeup, hair extensions, and attention to diet and exercise - not to mention surgical enhancement - transformed her into a woman who turned men's heads.  Her appearance, combined with her sexually predatory air, almost never failed to win her any man she set her sights on…and today she was going after the biggest prize of all.

Almost any woman would have been horrified at the very idea of seducing her sister's husband.  Sarah wasn't "almost any woman."  After all, she reasoned, it wasn't as if she'd be depriving Eva of anything.  From what she'd seen at the club, Frank would be more than capable of having a passionate encounter with Sarah, then going home to Eva and satisfying her every bit as completely as he always did.  Meanwhile, Sarah would get to enjoy the best sex of her life, and Frank would have not one, but two, women eager to satisfy his every desire.  Everyone would win.

Of course, it occurred to her that Frank might have an attack of conscience after their first liaison, and attempt to break off the budding relationship.  If the sex turned out to be as sensational as she was convinced it would be, she certainly couldn't allow that to happen.  She went over to her purse, and drew out a small, expensive, highly sensitive tape recorder.  She smiled with smug satisfaction; after she recorded their first encounter – making sure their coupling was as loud as possible, given the venue – she would have him at her beck and call.  Naturally it would be better if he were with her by choice…however, the idea of having him as her unwilling sex slave, performing at her command, had a certain appeal as well.     

In either event, she thought she'd soon be able to cut down on her visits to the gym.  She'd have a far more pleasurable way to work up a sweat.