Twin Sisters - The Return

[MelancholyBaby]

From the Desk of Miss Tracey Michelle Collins ​

So like I know it has been awhile since I’ve let you all know what’s been going on in the lives of me and Lace. As you know, we are Tracey Michelle Collins and Lacey Delphine Collins of the Collins Premium Ketchup Company. I am the Mary and she is the Rhoda. I am not sure what that means exactly but it was in Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion. Anyways, we are twins but she is older and she is like totally smart and so she is working in the company. I was working too, but as a model. It is kinda hard sometimes, I have some lines to memorize and I always gotta make sure I don’t eat too many blue M&Ms and get fat but other than that it’s fun.

Colin (Colleen) our cousin is back with his parents and the Marlboro Man has moved on and so it’s just me and Lace in our big mansion. It seems like it should be called a womansion because no men live there, just me and Lace. But I don’t write the dictionary or anything. I think Lace reads it or something, she knows all these big words.

Besides being really smart, Lace takes good care of me. Just the other day she got me some new DVDs to watch ,those are like CDs only like instead of music they have movies on them. Anyways, she got me Carmen Electra’s Aerobic Striptease collection! I was so excited, since she got rid of the VCR I can’t do my Jane Fonda videos anymore. Anyways, I’m working really hard to learn them, sometimes Lace watches me when I do them and tells me I have a nice ass. Then I give her a lap dance. She’s so loveable.

Anyway, I’ve got lots of free time on my hands lately, I haven’t been working a lot, business is not so good I guess. I'm not too worried though, Lace always takes care of me. But I'm sure she can fill you in on all that boring economy stuff.

Oh, and in case you're curious about our life go here.

That's all for now, tata darlings.

Love,
Tracey Michelle Collins
Spokesmodel
Collinses Premium Ketchup, Inck.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lacey Collins

No rest for the wicked and all that, eh.

Can't say that it's been a easy couple of months since last we spoke. Business isn't going great, nor is my love life. Henry "Montana" Smith is history, the bastard said he was going on a new expedition to recover some really cool dinosaurs. Turned out the only thing the asshole did was going for his damn research assistants. And she didn't even have half of my assets. Men what good are they?

Anyhow I have sort of come to the conclusion that what this Collins needs to do is to focus on the core of the business, namely ketchup and related products and taking care of little sister. Don't look at me like that. Trace is lovely and she's the best sister in the world but God knows she needs taking care of.

So where was I? Yes business, seems people aren't that keen on ketchup these days, it's all wasabi and what have you. Makes me despondent to be honest. I had sort of bet my reputation on an armed forces contract but no way José on that deal. So I had to downsize the operation. Closing down our factory in New Mexico. Rather sad all in all and you wouldn't belive what a show I had to put on when meeting the workers and informing them that Collins takes responsibility for them. Good thing that most of them didn't belong to the union.

Yup after that a girl needs some relaxation. It's not easy being the CEO of a multi-national company and all. Especially not when trying to manage not only one's business interests but one's love life as well. Thank God for Trace, she's such a little angel and I love her to bits. Besides she does as she's told and it's quite rewarding. Who needs men after all? I don't.

What more can I tell you? Business is not good but fear not, I have an idea. Everyone knows how much interest Paris Hilton generates, and I'm thinking that Trace is just the person to do the same for Collins. I slipped a few photographs to a friend who works at a magazine. That ought to do the trick. Now don't tell her that, she'll be in a right state anyway and it's up to me to pick up the pieces.

Now it's time nearly her bedtime so you all have to excuse me

Love and all that

Lacey Collins

 

[MelancholyBaby]

From the Desk of Miss Tracey Michelle Collins ​

Oh. My. God.

I am like so totally glad that Chantal and Dad are no longer here to see what just happened. I am so totally ashamed of myself. I feel like Blanche Devereaux, I am such a hoe. Hey, that rhymes when you say it but like on paper it looks kind of funny. Anyways, this morning I get a call from this one girl I used to know in school and she is like excited to tell me that I am in a magazine. I was like "Go Trace" because you know I am all about getting publicity to our company to make people want to buy our ketchup. I mean I figure it is the least I can do, right?

So I ask Lace if she can take me in the car to go buy a copy of the magazine. She didn't really act excited, but you know I can understand why, after all I am the Mary and she is the Rhoda so obviously she hasn't got her picture in any magazine. But don't tell her I said that, I mean she is still hot and stuff.

So we get there and she buys me a copy of the magazine and deducts it from my allowance and she was feeling extra nice so she bought me some M&Ms but told me I would have to pick the blue ones out myself. We were leaving the store when some guys started whispering about us, I made sure I didn't have any toilet paper hanging from my panties 'cause like that is a total faux pas but I didn't and then I asked Lace if she had a mirror to see if I had any spinach in my teeth but then she is like "Trace you don't even like spinach," and I was like Oh yeah, you're right.

I think she already knew about this situation because when we got home she let me see the magazine and even though there were like black boxes on my body I could tell it was me. I was naked in the magazine, wearing only my white heels and my white stockings that Lace likes me to wear. I was doing a dance for her that I learned from the book "How to Strip for Your Man" except Lace was a girl and not a man. But now all these men will get to see it because it's in the magazine.

I just want to tell Chantal and Dad I am so totally sorry for being like this. I am a disgrace to the family ketchup empire. Lace tried really hard to have me do the right thing. I mean, I could have at least wound up naked in Playboy, instead of some cheapie magazine that everybody buys where they put boxes over my stuff.

I am crying so I have to go.

Love,
A Very Saddened and Depressed and soon to be a Nun,
Sister Tracey Michelle Collins

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lacey Collins, CEO

All publicity is good publicity.

Ever since little sister ended up in the glossy magazines we've been the talk of the town. All the major networks as well as a number of the talk-shows have asked for an exclusive. Yeah like I'm ever going to appear on "Geraldo".

I slipped Mikey (my contact with the press) a few hints that there might be more piccies, and perhaps even some sleazy stories about Ketchup Heiress Tracey Michelle Collins. I guess that ought to keep interest at peak levels. I had already devised the outline for the next article.

"Famous Ketchup Heiress and Playgirl Tracey Collins deeply unhappy over loss of family fortunes"

I have to make sure to spin that angle, you can't beat sympathy when it comes to peddling the red stuff. I had already envisaged an entire string of articles and exclusives. "Tracey Collins caught in drugs-bust" or "Tracey Collins sentenced to house arrest".

That would leave it to me to keep playing the good girl, making teary-eyed statements on TV about how hard it is to manage the company, seeing as Americans have forgotten about the condiment that made this country just as great as it is.

Anyhow, Trace was in a right state, well to be honest she's often in a right state but this was even worse than I had seen before. Hence I had to spend the better part of the afternoon trying to console her. No need telling her I was the brains behind the whole thing. The poor thing wouldn't understand anyway. So I got her a few more M&M's and promised to buy her a new Powerpuff Girls dvd, which would not be deduced from her allowance. When that didn't help then one had to resort to giving her compliments. Like "Hey Trace your butt looks really nice in the pics and you must have lost weight haven't you sweetie?"

That usually does the trick and before you knew it, Trace was back to her normal giddy self. Good since I needed something to take my mind of the taxing matters of international business. Good thing Trace knows what to do in a situation like that, if you know what I mean. For all her short-comings, she does know how to please her older sister. To sweeten the deal I told her she could wear mom's French maid costume, and if she was really good then I wouldn't mind if if she spoke French either.

Not that she does, as you all may remember mom was a Quebecois stripper, not a French duchess as Trace wants to belive. I've given up on trying to tell her that, it's simply no use since when the poor lamb has gotten a thought into her pretty head then there's no way she'll change it.

Anyhow there I was, Trace keeping her face where it should be and my mind of the taxing ordeals. Then inspiration struck. Mikey hinted that the up and coming Hollywood star Marty de Luca, isn't all that keen on girls as his image might signal. There have been some rather nasty rumours about him and I thought that perhaps this could be the opportunity of a lifetime. If Trace was seen with him, then he would be in the clear and it would generate even more interest and publicity for Collins Premium Ketchup.

I really need to make a few phonecalls asap. Trace hand me the phone will you.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Tracey Collins

OK I know it's really Lacey's turn to post something here on the blog but what can I say? The girl's in a right state and I don't want to make it worse for her.

The date with Marty was a success though. Lovely Lacey's pretty face plastered all over the glossy magazines. Admittedly it was as she was being taken away in a police cruiser but you can't buy such publicity.

In short, and I leave Lacey to give you all the smutty details. I set up a date between Lacey and Marty and it all worked beyond my wildest imagination. The two of them probably share roughly three braincells. Not that they need it, seeing as they are both as pretty as they come. A shame really that Marty bats for the other team.

Anyhow, I even allowed little sis some bubbly to get her going and being the nice older sister I had provided the two with tickets to one of the hippest night-clubs. Hoping that the two of them would be caught in something resembling a risque pose. Not that I was expecting any sex. God forbid. Lacey only gets to have the roll-around in the hay when I say so and with people I chose. But sending her of with a gay man was a safe bet. I had been very firm on my instructions, telling Lace that she was not to look, nor speak to anyone else but Marty and the little darling promised to behave.

Thank God Marty did not.

Apparently the old dog got into his head to pick up a rent-boy. Doing so when driving a custom made Dodge Viper with personalized number plates is not a good idea. Well it was from my point of view.

I couldn't have done it better myself even if I had been directing it. When our favourite gay actor and the world's premier ketchup spokeswoman stops to pick up a suitable companion for the former, the coppers make a bust. And of course there was a papparazzi at hand.

Front page news and house arrest for Lace. She is due a spanking for the look of things but as I said.

You can't buy publicity like that.