Mirror Of My Mind
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Through the mirror of my mind
Time after time
I see reflections of you and me
Reflections - 1967
Susan Wu let out a loud sigh of relief as she collapsed into the cushioned recliner in her small studio apartment. It had been a really bad day for the twenty-five year old, capping off an even worse week.
A major project upgrade, one that she had been sure was going to make her name in the company, had unexpectedly gone to another associate. This despite the fact that she had already done all of the preliminary work. When she had discovered the reason for the change, it had taken all of her self-control not to quit on the spot.
It wasn't that John Mahoney was more talented; the senior partner had told her at the late afternoon meeting in his office two days ago when he broke the news. It was just that the client felt more comfortable with having John work on the assignment.
What Ronaldo Lupo didn't say, was that the client, who Susan knew accounted for a good half million a year in revenue for the firm, was also a Neanderthal who still thought it was a man's world. Politically incorrect as catering to his prejudices might've been, Lupo and the other senior partners weren't about to take the risk of having J. Morgan Pierce take his business elsewhere.
Of course the fifty-nine year old partner had tried to sugar coat the lost opportunity by saying that there would be other chances for a talented young engineer like herself. A statement that Susan knew was a load of crap.
After spending the last few years proving that she was something more than great legs and a nice set of boobs, as she had heard someone refer to her during her first week on the job. She wasn't naive enough to think that another assignment like this wasn't pretty remote. Not with the number of eager associates who had come on board after her, nipping at her heals.
One of the other female associates, who actually was little more than a nice body and a face that looked good on the company roster, had immediately suggested to Susan that she might be able to take legal action over the decision. It was an option that had already been considered by her and discarded.
The dark haired woman had no doubt that the senior partners had a long list of sound business reasons to back up the change in associates. Ones that would make it clear that it wasn't a case of gender bias, or murky enough that it would give them the benefit of a doubt.
Challenging that decision in the courts, with little chance of winning, would be enough to trash the rest of her career. No one would ever hire her after that she was sure.
Then today, after having her professional life shattered, her personal life followed down the same road. Of course she never imagined that was going to be the case when Rob Fortuna, her boyfriend of two years, had called her and surprisingly invited her to lunch. Normally, they were both too busy for such thing. Figuring that no one was going to miss her since she was without any work on her desk at the moment, she told him she'd meet him at twelve-thirty.
They hadn't even gotten past their drinks when Rob dropped his bombshell. It seemed that the twenty-nine year old had just had his career counseling session with one of the senior lawyers in his firm. A meeting that he'd left with the news that they wanted to make him the newest junior partner.
At first, Susan had been overjoyed, thinking that at least one of their careers was going right. Also factored into her elation was that they'd often talked about getting married if he'd ever made partner. For a few minutes, she'd even found herself wondering if it was possible that he'd asked her to lunch to propose.
Then, all her illusions had been shattered when Rob dropped the almost inevitable 'small reservation' that his reviewer and the other partners had.
Miller, Calvin, Reeve and Wayne was one of the oldest law firms in the city, if not the state. It was also one of the most conservative. As such, they felt that they had to maintain a certain image, one that they expected every partner, even the most junior ones, to project as well.
At the meeting, Rob was reminded of the unfortunate incident that had occurred at the previous year's Christmas party. Susan had gotten into a disagreement with a senior partner's wife over the older woman's charity work. Disagreement was a polite word to use, seeing as Susan had called the woman a fat cow that cared less about helping people that seeing her name in the society column.
When the expensively dressed woman had retorted that she expected that kind of comment from someone of her limited background, a thinly disguised reference to her ethnicity, Susan had shown her own displeasure by dumping a bucket of melted ice over her head. Then, much to the chagrin of the other guests, Susan had refused to leave in disgrace and instead sat down to dinner as if nothing happened.
"Screw them," Susan had said when Rob finished his story. "I'll bet there are a dozen firms just as good that would be glad to have you work for them."
"But they wouldn't be Miller, Calvin, Reeve and Wayne," Rob retorted, the tone of his voice saying much more than his words as he hoped she would draw the obvious inference.
A conclusion that hit Susan like a brick wall. In a choice between making partner or staying with her, she came in a distant second. Miller, Calvin, Reeve and Wayne expected their partner's wives not to be too unconventional or free spirited.
His message had come across loud and clear. She'd been good enough to share his bed, but not his life.
"Well screw them all," Susan thought as she got up from the chair and walking over to the small liquor cabinet, poured herself a drink.
-=-=-=-
A half hour and a few drinks later, Susan was beginning to feel a little sleepy. She was debating calling it an early night when the phone rang, waking her from her twilight state.
"Hello?" she said, shaking away the drowsiness.
"Miss Wu please," the voice on the other end said.
"Speaking."
"Miss Wu, this is Mr. Fong," the man said, "I hope I'm not calling you too late."
"No, not at all," Susan said as she glanced at the clock and tried to place the name.
"I'm not sure if you remember me," he offered, "we met at the lawyer's office after the reading of your grandmother's will last month."
"Oh yes, now I remember," she said, picturing the elderly white haired gentlemen who had approached her after the reading to offer his condolences. "What can I do for you?"
"If you remember," he began, "I own a gallery that specializes in Chinese antiquities."
Susan said she remembered and wondered what he wanted from her.
"I could not help but notice that your grandmother, blessed woman that she was, left you a rather old mirror as part of your inheritance." he explained. "At the time, I felt it was somewhat inappropriate to approach you about it. Now that some time has passed, I hope you won't think it too forward of me to inquire if you might be interested in selling that particular piece?
Susan couldn't help but be impressed by the old gentleman's style. She'd had friends who'd also inherited family heirlooms and been put upon by collectors before their relatives had even been buried, hoping to take advantage of their grief to get a bargain before they knew the true value of their inheritance.
The mirror in question had been one of two artifacts Grandmother Wu had left her, along with a small cash bequest. It was a stand-alone mirror that stood almost as tall as Susan's five foot one height. She wasn't really sure how old it was, but it had been the only thing her grandmother had saved when the family had fled China following the revolution back in 1949.
"Mr. Fong, I'm really not sure that I want to sell..." she started to say, only to be interrupted.
"Yes, I understand," Mr. Fong said, "but still I would like the opportunity to stop by and talk to you about it, perhaps tomorrow morning if possible."
Saturday mornings, Susan normally liked to sleep in. Of course, she was usually sleeping in with Rob on the other side of her bed. Still, she really didn't think she was in the mood to listen to Mr. Fong's sales pitch right now. She was about to tell him just that, but quickly changed her mind when the dealer mentioned the dollar figure that he would suggest as a starting point for their negotiations.
Susan had him repeat the amount one more time, to be sure that she had heard it correctly. The amount staggered her as she considered that it was enough to pay off the last of her student loans and still bank a considerable amount. She really wasn't sure if she wanted to sell the mirror, but felt she should at least give him the chance to present his case.
Agreeing to see him the next day, she gave him her address and hung up the phone.
-=-=-=-
The brief phone call had left her fully awake, negating most of the effects of the few drinks she'd had. She could have a few more, she told herself, then decided against it. There were other ways to help herself fall asleep, including one she'd been meaning to try for some time now.
Susan walked over to where her grandmother's mirror stood and pulled it closer to the foot of her bed. She took the time to admire once more the intricate craftsmanship of the piece, right down to the numerous characters cut into the polished wood. Many of the characters were unknown to her, but she simply put that down to the fact that she had never spent all that much time learning the language of her ancestors. Having grown up in the United States as a second generation Chinese-American, she never saw the point.
Running her hand along the smooth polished wood, Susan remembered with a smile how angry her sister-in-law had been that day at the lawyer's office when she found out that the mirror had been left to her. Especially since the older woman had made no secret of the fact she expected her husband to inherit it.
Personally, the Susan never understood what her older brother had ever seen in Su-hang, except that she appeared to be the sort of traditional Chinese wife that Susan could never imagine herself being. Yet, behind that facade, was a scheming bitch that Susan well recognized. Undoubtedly, she had more of an idea what the mirror was worth than Susan did.
Standing in front of the reflective glass, Susan took stock of herself. She was still wearing her clothes from work, being too angry when she first got home to even take off her suit jacket. Something she corrected now, dropping it on a nearby chair.
Beneath the black jacket, Susan wore a white, pleated long sleeve blouse with puffed cuffs at the ends. A matching black skirt reached down to just pass her knees, decorated with diagonal white stripes. Her long black hair was tied back with a small gold clasp, which she reached up and removed, letting it fall about her shoulders. The only jewelry she wore was a pair of small diamond chip earrings and a jade ring that had been the other of her grandmother's bequests. It was something that she rarely took off.
Susan brought both of her small hands to the open top of her blouse and brushed her fingers against the soft exposed flesh. The sensation of flesh against flesh, even of her own hand, was enough to excite her. They closed on the uppermost button of her blouse and slowly undid it. The button below followed, then the one after that and so on.
In her reflection, Susan could see the lacy black bra that held her small breasts. She reached in and slipped an extended finger inside it, stroking the nipple of her left breast.
A soft sigh spilled from her lips as she felt the tip react to her touch with an electric surge that she felt all the way down to her toes. A jolt that resounded between her legs as well. It reminded her that it had been almost three weeks since the last time she and Rob had gotten physical. A period that was likely to be a lot longer given what had happened this afternoon. No problem, she thought, she'd taken care of herself before she had a man, and could easily do so now.
Her other hand joined the first as she cupped both mounds, squeezing them tightly. A louder cry followed as she pushed up her bra, displaying the small globes beneath. Adept fingers massaged her flesh, tweaking her tips and filling her chest with a warm glow.
The smile on her face looked back at her in the mirror, adding to her self-enjoyment. One hand continued to play with her breasts as the other worked its way down her stomach until it passed over the waistband of her skirt. Moving even lower, she pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand beneath it, her fingers closing on the sparsely haired mound between her legs. As was her norm, she wasn't wearing panties.
Soft sighs became louder moans as she felt her fingers pass the tight entrance to her womanhood, making contact with all her familiar and most sensitive spots. That was one thing she wouldn't miss about Rob. No matter how many times she showed them to him, he never seemed to get them right.
"Oh yes," she purred to the empty room as her fingers worked their magic, stimulating her nipples and clitoris, the heat within her building in intensity.
Normally, Susan closed her eyes when she played with herself, letting her imagination wander This time, however, she was actually getting more turned on watching herself doing it. An idea that had only occurred to her recently. As a building wave of delight passed over her, she made a small mental note to look into buying a less expensive mirror to replace her grandmother's. That was if she did decide to sell it.
That reminder was quickly put aside as felt her sugar walls contract around her fingers. Her thumb brushed against her clit once more, even as torrents of erotic energy flashed through her. She brought down her other hand down to join the first, her pace quickening with the rising level of excitement.
"Oh yeah," Susan panted as her entire body began to move in unison with the motions of her hands, riding the cascading waves on the way to orgasm.
She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her chest, legs and back, her body temperature rising with each racing heartbeat. Waves crashed against the hidden shoals of her sex with ever increasing intensity, until they finally exploded, causing her body to quake with joy as her orgasm washed over her.
She went over the edge loudly, her breaths coming in short gasps, interlaced with frantic moans. Every inch of her small body vibrated with a fevered intensity as she savored the transient rapture. Then, almost as quickly, the glow faded and her legs grew weak beneath her, causing her to drop back onto the bed for support.
"That was really nice," Susan said to herself as she stretched out across the bed.
Her eyes closed for a minute and she was sure she was about to drift off to sleep. Then to he surprise, not only did sleep not come, but she felt even more wide-awake then before. In addition, she also felt more aroused than when she had started.
"Oh, so it's going to be one of those nights," Susan laughed as she sat up and again looked at her reflection in the mirror.
It didn't take long for her to rid herself of what clothing remained, leaving them on a pile by the bed. Now totally naked, she rolled over to her night table and pulled open the bottom of three drawers. From within, she withdrew her favorite toy, a nine-inch plastic vibrator. It had been a gift on her sixteenth birthday, from her grandmother of all people. The then seventy year old had reasoned, quite correctly as it turned out, that her granddaughter was better off learning how to please herself than letting the wrong boy talk her into something she might later regret. Grandmother Wu was a great believer in self-gratification.
The soft hum of the vibrator quickly translated into multiplying waves of delight as Susan placed it between her legs and up against her mound. She gasped loudly as she rubbed it up and down against the fold in-between, gently slipping just the tip in and out of her pussy. With each new entry, the force behind the ripples passing through her body grew, and after each withdrawal she penetrated herself a little deeper.
"Who needs assholes like Rob when I have Duracell," Susan thought as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride.
Susan's left hand held the base of her toy tightly, sliding it back and forth with ease. The fingers of her right worked their magic against her clit, adding to the amalgam of pleasures coursing through her.
Never totally down from her precious high, it didn't take much to return the young Asian woman to a state of arousal. Faster and faster her hands moved, becoming almost a blur in an onlooker's eyes. If there had been an onlooker, rather than only her own racing heart to bare witness to her desire.
A single stream of sweat ran down her rising chest, sliding between the shallow valley of her breasts. The pert nipples atop each of her mounds cried out for attention, for the touch of a lover's hand. Unfortunately, both of hers were occupied.
"Oh yes," Susan cried out softly as she felt an even stronger orgasm crying out for release. "Yes, yes, yes." she added, each repetition rising in volume.
Then, just before the rising wave could explode across her body, the dark haired woman felt a cold, almost paralyzing shiver grip her instead. Despite every certainly to the contrary, she had the inexplicable sensation that she wasn't alone. An intangible conviction given reality a heartbeat later, when she felt a delicate caress against her nipples.
"Omigod!" Susan cried out at the top of her lungs as she jumped up in the bed, her eyes flying open, to look into ... her own eyes.
Unable to believe the evidence of her own eyes, Susan blinked twice, shaking her head as she did. When she looked a second time, it was just as hard to accept, but now impossible to simply dismiss as an erotic daydream.
The woman with her face, even with her body, was as naked as Susan. The only exceptions being the diamond chips in her ears and the jade ring on her hand.
"You looked like you could use another set of hands," the mirror image said, a familiar smile on her face.
The shock of hearing the apparition speak was enough to totally send Susan's mind into a tailspin. It took a few moments to even realize that her counterpart was speaking in Mandarin rather than English.
"Who ... what are you?" Susan finally managed to ask.
"I am Lin Yao," the other dark haired young woman replied, "and I am also you."
"Lin Yao," Susan repeated, mentally making the translation into 'beautiful jade treasure'.
Certain there was a connection, Susan's looked down at the ring on her finger, then at the counterpart on Lin Yao's hand. In the back of her mind, she remembered her grandmother once speaking of a dear friend with the same name this doppelganger had just given. A friend Susan had often heard of, but never met.
The memory of her grandmother's voice shifted Susan's attention from one bequest to the other. What little sense of equilibrium she had managed to pull together these last few minutes now totally deserted her. She took one look into the large mirror still at the bottom of the bed and, upon realizing that her reflection was now gone, promptly fainted.
-=-=-=-
Consciousness returned a short time later, but it was nearly a full minute after she was sure she was awake before Susan opened her eyes. When she did, it was with a feeling of apprehension at what she would see.
"You're still here," she said, the inflection of her voice giving strength to her hope that the opposite would've been true. "You're real."
"As real as you are," Lin Yao smilingly replied.
"And you come from the mirror?" Susan asked, amazed that she was taking what had to be the most bizarre situation of her life so calmly.
"The mirror is but a portal," Lin Yao explained, "a passageway between what you know as reality and what is beyond."
"This is unbelievable," Susan said, still trying to accept that it was indeed real.
"Su-ling had difficulty accepting me at first as well," Lin Yao said, "but we quickly became friends."
The mention of her grandmother's name reinforced the notion that this was indeed the Lin Yao of whom she had once told her.
"And when you appeared to my grandmother, you ..."
"... took on her appearance as well." she answered the incomplete question.
"This is like something out of the Twilight Zone," Susan said.
"You felt me before," Lin Yao reminded her. "Did I not feel real?"
"Did you ever!" Susan gushed, remembering the moment of ecstasy she had felt before pulling back from the brink. "Do you normally interact with people like that?"
"If that is what they want," the mirror image said. "But most of all, I am here to help them improve their lives. To correct what is wrong."
Susan's second thought was that there was an awful lot in her life that needed correcting. Her first thought, however, was the one that she actually gave voice to.
"Did you interact with my grandmother like that?"
The even broader smile on Lin Yao's face gave Susan the answer before words could leave her mouth.
"Over all the years of her life," she replied, "Su-ling and I shared many such moments."
"Damn, no wonder the old lady was so willing to buy me my first vibrator," Susan laughed, glad to know that whatever this was, it had brought happiness to a woman she loved above all others.
"Moments that I would be happy to share with you as well," Lin Yao continued.
"Wait a second, let's take a step back here," Susan quickly said when the implication of those words hit home. "I'm not into girls. I don't have anything against those ladies that are, but I like a man in my bed. Nothing personal, you understand."
"I do not understand," came the reply from her double.
"It's really simple," Susan explained. "If you could come out of that mirror as someone tall, dark, handsome and endowed, then we might have something to talk about."
"But, were you not pleasuring yourself when I arrived?"
"That was different."
"In what way?"
"I was just masturbating."
"Bringing pleasure to yourself," she repeated.
"Exactly."
"Yet if I am also part of you, is not the pleasure I might bring the same thing?"
Susan was sure there was a counter-argument to that theory, but for the life of her, she couldn't think of what it might be. Instead, the idea that it would be the ultimate form of masturbation filled her mind.
"This is all too confusing," Susan said instead.
"Then let me help clear away the clouds of confusion," Lin Yao said as she moved her body higher on the bed so that she was now only inches away from Susan.
A hand so like her own reached up and gently stroked Susan's cheek, running down across her neck to gently glide along the side of her breast. The soft, almost intangible touch of flesh against flesh was enough to send a surge of excitement through Susan that she hadn't felt since the days when she could call herself virginal.
Lin Yao's fingers stroked the sensitive flesh beneath Susan's breasts, running her middle finger up between them. She leaned closer, so close that their faces almost touched. Identical lips brushed against each other, the briefest of contacts, with the most lasting of effects.
Their lips met for a second, longer moment, and for a heartbeat, Susan felt her reflection's tongue press against her own. She had no words to describe what she felt, only the knowledge that no one had ever stirred her the way this woman had. There was a connection between them, as if each was merely half of a larger whole.
"Do you wish me to stop?" Lin Yao whispered as her fingers worked their way up the other side of Susan's face, gently pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.
"No," Susan murmured as she responded to the press of the doppelganger's lips, "please don't stop."
The black haired young woman let the warmth of the kiss wash over her, even as she wrapped her arms around her twin, pulling their bodies together. Up until this moment, she had never felt a desire to be with another woman. But then again, she had never met a woman so like herself. How could she not want her.
Their tongues interlocked, passing back and forth between their mouths. At the same time, two sets of hand explored identical bodies, producing much the same reactions in both. The forms might've been the same, but not the spirits within them, at least not totally.
Susan felt Lin Yao taking control and uncharacteristically, she didn't seem to mind. It was as if the more aggressive half of her own mind had been given form.
She felt herself being eased back on the bed, as Lin Yao climbed on top of her, straddling her across her waist. She reached out and ran her hands up the sides of Susan's body, caressing the flesh with her fingers until they reached her small breasts, working their way inward to their center.
"Mmmm," Susan purred as she felt soft fingers ply the supple flesh around her nipples, then the hard tips themselves.
Lin Yao took Susan's hands in her own, then brought them up to her own breasts, inviting the engineer to follow her example. It was almost like she was playing with her own mounds, Susan thought as she closed her hands around them, but just different enough to be exciting.
The two women massaged each other, kneading the small round globes and dark hard areola in the center of each. They pulled each other closer, rubbing their breasts against the other, twin sets of nipple growing even more erect.
Matching lips met once more, sharing the passions filling them both. Susan ran her hands down Lin Yao's back to the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them tightly and feeling a surge between her own legs as the motion pressed the woman on top of her against her own mound.
Lin Yao brought herself lower, her mouth closing on the pointed tip of one of Susan's mounds. Her tongue traced the outline of the brown circle, then the underside of her nipples, finally taking its entirety into her mouth.
"Oh yeah," Susan cried out as she felt the wetness engulf her breast, coupled with the tiny electrical surge that spread out from it.
Tiny surges that continued and grew in both size and frequency as Lin Yao moved back and forth between her mounds, lavishing all of her attention on them. From the times she had played with them herself, Susan knew her nipples were quite sensitive. Yet, few of her lovers took the time to really play with them.
Even Rob, who had been the best lover she'd had since her college days, seemed to have the misguided notion that women with small breasts weren't as into having them played with as those with larger mounds. A misconception that Lin Yao obviously didn't share. How could she since, after all, her own mounds were identical in every way.
The mirror image continued to work her way deep into Susan's soul, pulling her ever deeper into a whirlpool of desire. She gave each of her nipples a last kiss, then again shifted position so that it was now Susan who had her face inches from a set of small but bountiful mounds.
An enticement she was quick to seize upon, copying Lin Yao's actions and savoring the sweet taste of a woman for the first time. Her tongue darted back and forth, tickling the hard nubs as she closed her lips around them. The warm globes felt so comfortable in her mouth, she quickly understood what attracted men to them so.
But there were other delights her body had to offer as well, and Lin Yao was determined to demonstrate each of them to her. She gave Susan a short time more to enjoy her breast play, then moved a third time. It was a short passage, but one which brought her whole body down between Susan's legs.
Lin Yao ran her hands up and down Susan's legs, lightly stroking the skin. Each time, her fingers, and then her tongue as she began kissing and licking her legs, came a little closer to the neatly trimmed bush in the center.
Susan meanwhile, had brought her own hands up to her breasts, continuing the pleasing stimulation that Lin Yao had started. An increasing arousal that she had no doubt would soon be growing in leaps and bounds.
Lin Yao didn't disappoint her in that regard as she finally reached her prize and ran her fingers back and forth across the lightly haired mound. With a skill and self-knowledge that equaled Susan's own, Lin Yao slid her fingers past the outer lips and expertly located the hard excited flower within.
A loud, enthusiastic shout from the engineer filled the tiny apartment as Lin Yao quickly brushed the tips of her fingers against every one of Susan's most sensitive spots. How could she not know the location of each one, Susan realized, for they were the same as her own.
Her fingers didn't remain inside Susan for long. Just enough to give her a taste of what was to come. Lin Yao took hold of each of Susan's legs and lifted them high and far apart. Her head disappeared from Susan's view, until only the very top was visible between her legs.
Susan felt her body tense with anticipation, already having sampled the benefits of a lover who knew your body as well as you did. She didn't have long to wait long as only seconds later she felt the soft wetness of Lin Yao's tongue as it penetrated deep inside of her. Like her fingers had before, the darting appendage covered all the right places, with an ardor that few previous lovers could've matched.
Unable to just lie still, her hands gripped the back of Lin Yao's face, even as she lifted her legs and wrapped them over her lover's shoulders. A powerful sense of rapture quickly filled her, as each thrust of her double's tongue reached down to her sexual core.
"Oh baby, do it," Susan cried out as her body thrashed back and forth. "Do it to me! It feels so fuckin' good!"
It didn't take much more for Lin Yao to bring Susan to the pinnacle, and then beyond it. Her supine, sweat covered, body rocked uncontrollably, filled with the joys of a woman on a level she had never before experienced. A benchmark that she knew would follow her the rest of her life.
The two of them lay intertwined for a long time after that, as Susan soaked in the afterglow of her orgasm. She couldn't remember ever having climaxed that good before.
"Did I please you?" Lin Yao asked as she finally lifted herself from between Susan's legs and moved parallel to her on the bed.
Susan looked at her in amazement, then realized that the woman with her face was just playing with her. They moved even closer and met in a kiss.
"Perhaps we can now talk about some of the other needs in your life?" Lin Yao suggested after they had kissed a few more times.
"My other needs?"
"You are having problems with your chosen profession, are you not?"
"You mean my job?"
"Yes, you are not happy in the way your colleagues have treated you."
"Damn, that's an understatement if there ever was one," Susan laughed.
"I can help you with that."
"Help me, how?" Susan asked curiously.
"There are many ways, but consider for a moment the advantage of being able to be in two places at once."
"That would be quite a trick," Susan considered, remembering that her grandmother had been regarded as some kind of wonder woman in her day for the way she always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else, building a successful business from scratch.
"Then we have much to talk about," Lin Yao smiled.
"But can't we talk in the morning just as well?"
"Certainly," Lin Yao nodded understandingly. "You are tired no doubt."
"No, I'm still horny," Susan laughed as she leaned forward and kissed her lover again.
Only a few short hours ago, Susan would've been insulted by the suggestion that she go down on another woman. Yet, with her face pressed tight against Lin Yao's pussy and her tongue covered with the sweet nectar of her efforts, the twenty-five year old felt like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn't like she was suddenly a lesbian, she told herself as she probed even deeper, feeling Lin Yao's body react to her thrust. After all, what was she doing other than playing with herself?
But philosophical discussions were never her strong point, and right now the only point she was interested in was the one she suddenly felt pressing against her pussy.
Even as Susan worked her own brand of magic on Lin Yao's sex, her alter ego had come across the discarded vibrator she had dropped in her excitement earlier and was now putting it to good use.
The gentle vibration, coupled with the caress of Lin Yao's tongue was again leading her down the path to orgasm. A path she didn't want to travel alone. A desire that caused her to redouble her efforts.
A labor of love that paid off soon enough as she felt the body pressed against her responding in a way all too familiar. Wondrous sensations that were reflected in her own form as Lin Yao again carried her to the edge of the summit.
A cliff they hurdled over together as they shared an orgasm that in truth belonged to both of them. One that passed back and forth between the indistinguishable bodies until it was impossible to tell with whom it had begun, and with whom it had ended.
"Fuckin' awesome!" Susan whispered as she felt the last of her strength fade from her body and her eyes close in search of some now desperately needed sleep.
-=-=-=-
"Miss Wu!" the soft, yet strong voice called out as it penetrated the soporific fog that gripped Susan's mind. "Miss Wu are you at home?"
The even louder knocking at the door, interlaced with the sound of the door chimes, finally pushed away the last of the sleep from the young woman's mind. After taking a moment to assure herself that she was indeed alone, Susan pulled herself up into a sitting position and looked across the now sun filled room toward the door.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"Miss Wu, it's Mr. Fong," came the reply, "We had an appointment this morning."
"Oh shit, the mirror," Susan said under her breath as she swung her feet over the side of the bed and stood up. "Give me a few minutes please." she called out in a louder voice.
"Most certainly," came the reply.
"What a night," the young woman thought to herself as, still totally naked, she stepped in front of the mirror.
The reflection that greeted her was just like any other. Just to be sure, she waved her hands in different directions a few times. She really didn't expect anything out of the ordinary, but there was a small part of her that still dreamed impossible dreams.
"That was one fuckin' wild dream," she said quietly, thinking it had been the most realistic and erotic one she had ever had.
Remembering that Mr. Fong was waiting, she closed out the events of last night in her thoughts and quickly pulled out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from the nearby dresser, putting them on. Taking a moment to check her appearance in the mirror as she quickly ran a brush across her hair, Susan saw her still sweaty body caused the shirt to stick to her skin, her nipples quite visible through the thin material.
"Might as well give the old man a little thrill," she grinned as she decided not to bother going back to the dresser for a bra. "It might even get me a better offer for the mirror."
Susan had just unlocked the door and was opening it when she spotted her vibrator sitting on the floor next to the bed. Leaving Mr. Fong to open the door the rest of the way by himself, she quickly kicked it under the bed and out of sight. Just a second before the artifact dealer stepped inside.
The old man's reaction once he stepped in made her realize that she needn't have worried. In fact, the way he barely noticed her, or her dress, he probably wouldn't have even reacted to her if she'd answered the door naked.
"Beautiful, quite beautiful," Mr. Fong said, referring to the antique mirror, and not the scantily clad young woman he walked right passed without a glance. "It is all that I was told it was."
Susan wasn't sure if she should feel insulted, or glad that he was really interested in the mirror. If nothing else, that meant that she shouldn't have any trouble with the asking price she had decided on.
She let Mr. Fong spend a few more minutes examining the mirror as she stepped over to the kitchenette and turned on the burner under her tea kettle. Glancing back over her shoulder, she asked her guest if he would like a cup.
"Yes, thank you please," he said, his eyes never leaving the artifact as he examined some of the more intricate carvings on the frame.
The examination continued until Susan laid two steaming cups of tea on the small kitchen table and each of them took one of the two seats. She waited until he had tasted the tea, a blend her grandmother had introduced her to, before bringing up the subject of money.
"So the mirror is what you were looking for?" she asked.
The older man smiled, realizing that he had broken the cardinal rule of the buyer. He had let the owner of something he greatly desired know just how much he wanted it. Still, if that small error bothered him, he was quite skilled in concealing it.
"I was thinking about the figure that you mentioned last night on the phone," Susan said as she took a sip of her own tea, "and I'm afraid that it's a bit lower than what I had in mind."
If Mr. Fong was disappointed in that, he concealed it just as well. Instead, he repeated his statement of the previous night that the figure was of course a starting point. Was there a sum she had in mind, he then asked.
Susan then quoted a figure more than what she had decided on, hoping that it was not so out of line with his own estimate of the mirror's value as to inspire a counter-offer. Fully back in business mode, the antique dealer considered the asking price for a few moments, then turned his head back in the direction of the object in question.
"If we could come to terms today, this morning, I would be willing to consider that price," he unexpectedly said.
Alarm bells went off in Susan's head, telling her to take a deep breath and step back, at least figuratively. Least her own judgment be clouded by the amount of money involved. Her own inner voice shouted to be heard, telling her that if he was willing to go that high for a quick sale, what was the real value of what she had?
"I'm not sure that would be in my best interest, Mr. Fong," she countered as she got up from the table and stepped over towards the mirror. "As I'm sure you remember from our telephone conversation, I'm still undecided if I want to sell my grandmother's mirror at all. This was to just be a discussion of the possibility."
"Of course, of course," Mr. Fong replied as he also stepped back to the mirror. "I had just hoped you would allow me to make my interest known and to also allow me to make a counter-offer against any other dealer that might contact you."
That was something that Susan hadn't considered. The idea that others might also be interested in the mirror. It would be worth even more that the staggering figure she tossed out there. If for no other reason, it would be worth it to shop around and see who else might be interested.
"Of course," Susan smiled, "I'll be sure to remember that you were the first one to contact me."
The older man smiled back in return, a smile behind which was the certain knowledge that Susan would sell the mirror to the highest bidder. A position that he was sure he would hold in the end. There were few dealers with his background and knowledge, and most would only see what was clearly apparent about the artifact and offer a much lower price. His own resale, to a collector he knew would be interested, would be twice what he had offered this silly girl.
Mr. Fong turned to take his leave of Susan when a small reflection of light caught his attention. Reaching down to the wooden floor, he picked up a small ring, the stone of which was a piece of flawless jade.
"This is also quite lovely," he commented, his professional eye quickly putting a price on it as well.
"My grandmother's ring!" Susan exclaimed as she saw it. "I didn't realize I had dropped it."
"Then it is fortunate that you have two," the white haired man smiled as he handed it back to her.
"Two?" Susan's mind asked as looked down at her own hand and saw the same ring still there.
The only possible explanation was impossible. Or so her mind told her. This time, she didn't have the excuse of having had too much to drink to explain it away. Her heart raced as she turned in the direction of the mirror and casually, as not to draw any notice, held up the hand with both rings now in it.
"Omigod!" she gasped as all the color drained out of her face.
"In there something wrong?" Mr. Fong asked as he noticed her sudden distress.
"Wrong, no nothing's wrong," she quickly said, the paleness in her face saying just the opposite. "Mr. Fong, I'm afraid you're going to have to excuse me. I suddenly remembered something that I have to do."
"Of course," he said as she unceremoniously led him to the door. "When might I expect a call with your ..."
"I have your card," she cut him off as she closed the door behind him, locking it tight.
Even as the tumbler turned, Susan knew she would never call him and that the mirror would never be sold. She would no more part with it than her grandmother ever would have. Stepping back in front of it, she held up her hand with the two rings, and once more marveled at the reflection in the glass.
The reflection of an empty hand.
The smile on the face in the mirror brought a pleasing warmth all over her body. The only question was, was it her smile, or Lin Yao's?
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