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Mirror, Mirror
Session Three
The door hadn’t even opened yet, but Helena, known as Dr. Prescott to her patients, could feel the tension twist and spike in her body. Her heart pounded in anticipation of what she was going to hear today. She held her breath as the door slid open and her assistant Angelique walked through.
‘Ava Miklos just phoned and cancelled her session. I told her that she would be charged for the hour because of the late cancellation. I’ve rescheduled her for tomorrow afternoon.’
‘Okay, thank you Angelique’ Helena said as she stood up, stretched, and looked out the window. When she turned around, she expected Angelique to be gone, but she hadn’t moved and was now staring at the Doctor through narrowing eyes.
Helena raised her eyebrow quizzically. Angelique ignored the unspoken question and stepped towards the door.
As she stepped out of the office, she turned slightly and through gritted teeth said, ‘Uli phoned. She’d like you to call her back at your earliest convenience.’
Helena rolled her eyes and sighed as Angelique closed the door behind her.
She and Uli had been on again off again for years. She was a blond-haired, green-eyed beauty with a thick German accent who wielded a great deal of power as a primetime news anchor on the city’s biggest network. And she was as closeted as she was beautiful.
When they first met ten years earlier, Uli had just gotten her big break. An on-air gig at a local news station. Back then there had been something sexy about being someone’s dirty little secret. It turned Helena on to work at being so stoic and chase in public and then ripping each other’s clothes off behind closed doors. But the thrill was short lived, and their relationship had been downgraded to nothing more than an infrequent booty call.
Helena normally would have ignored the call, but her body was racked with tension from her recent sessions with Ava, and she knew that she needed the kind of hot, wet, dirty release that sex with Uli always provided.
When she got off the phone with Uli ten minutes later, she had begrudgingly agreed to go out that evening to a fundraiser for a local arts charity. Arts Alive was a small charity that promoted art for social change.
Uli was always going to these kinds of events. She had turned networking into an art form, and she thrived on the attention that it brought.
The truth was that it was a win-win for everyone. Uli leveraged the attention that she got to shine light on the work the charity was doing. She needed a ‘date’ for tonight’s event because hers had backed out at the last minute. It was just like old times, Helena would be playing the role of Uli’s ‘close friend’. On the upside, she got free food, contributed to a good cause, and the night was guaranteed to end in steaming hot sex.
When Uli arrived, accompanied by car and driver, she looked stunning in her ankle length, black satin gown. Her long blond hair was swept up into a tight braided updo, her piercing green eyes shone through thick black eyeliner, and her naked lips looked plump and succulent. Helena, on the other hand, had stuck with her standard suit vest and pinstriped pants. She kissed Uli hello, smiling to herself as she dipped her tongue into her soft wet mouth and kissed away her brief moment of protest.
Uli bit at her bottom lip and wagged her finger, ‘uh uh uh, you know the rules.’
Helena sighed, ‘We’ll see.’
‘It’s a small event, a wine mixer for about 100 people,’ Uli whispered in her ear as she handed the car keys to the valet and they moved closer to event’s venue, a local heritage house.
Helena sighed, ‘Can’t we just give them money and go home?’
Uli raised her eyebrows and handed Helena her purse as she stepped out of the car.
They walked into the house and were immediately surrounded by a throng of people trying to get Uli’s attention. Helena smiled politely as she played the dutiful date and worked her way through the crowd.
About an hour and a half later, a blond-haired woman in a knee length black and white striped dress moved to the centre of the room. The woman carried an energy of vulnerable strength, it was quite alluring in its own way. It took her about ten minutes to quiet the room, and right as the whispers began to die down, Helena noticed Ava. She was leaning in a doorway holding a tray filled with wine glasses. Her knee length short black dress was loose, very conservative.
Helena’s breath shallowed as she studied her. Almost immediately, Ava looked in her direction. At first she was visibly shocked, but soon her gaze was filled with thick heat. Ava looked at Uli, raised her eyebrows, and began to walk towards them, stopping intermittently to offer drinks to the other guests. Helena watched her walk in anticipation, but after a few moments, Ava winked and changed directions, moving towards the other side of the room.
‘Attention everyone, as many of you know my name is Cynthia Smith, and I am the Executive Director of Arts Alive. Thank you all for coming tonight.’
Helena gasped and fixed her eyes on Cynthia, who spent the next half hour talking about the charity. She spent the entire time watching Cynthia and picturing what her face must have looked like when she walked into the bathroom and found Ava in the shower.
Cynthia looked so tense and composed, every muscle taut, every strand of hair perfectly in place. Nonetheless, you could see that there was an innocence to her. She could see the appeal for Ava, there is something very erotic about that blend of soft and vulnerable laced together with buttoned up and controlled.
Helena wandered around the room, networking with Uli for the next hour, until she slipped away under the guise of seeking out more wine. She was surprised that she got away without comment given that there were waiters circulating every couple of minutes with trays of glasses.
Five minutes later she found herself standing outside of an occupied bathroom on the top floor of the house when Ava walked by. She remained silent but watched Ava walk past her, ignore her, and open the door to a room at the end of the hall. Ava turned around and stared at Helena as she walked into the room, leaving the door open.
Helena knew that she shouldn’t do anything. She knew that she should stay exactly where she was and pretend that there wasn’t an invitation in Ava’s eyes. She knew the smart thing to do was to go downstairs and pull Uli away, take her home, and rip her clothes off. But the invitation couldn’t go without an answer, and she couldn’t resist seeing what was behind that door. Every part of her body was tense, she could feel her nipples scream to attention beneath her vest as she took her first tentative steps down the hallway.
She stood in the open doorway and allowed herself to peer inside. It was a bedroom, the centre piece of the room was an imposing king-sized bed with a canopy.
The room was dim, but a soft lamp on the bedside table cast a muted light. Remaining in the doorway, she leaned further into the room and saw Cynthia standing in front of a large mirror on top of a dresser.
She watched as Ava approached Cynthia from behind. Her movements were smooth and fast, like a leopard stealing itself to move in for the kill. Before she reached Cynthia, she looked back at Helena and smiled coyly.
‘We can’t,’ Cynthia said in a whisper that held within it a subtle surrender.
Ava laughed as she leaned forward and took Cynthia’s earlobe between her lips. ‘I think we can,’ she said as her hands trailed up Cynthia’s body and skimmed the sides of her breasts.
‘We’re gonna get caught. I can’t do this,’ Cynthia said as she leaned back into Ava, her body sending the exact opposite message.
‘You don’t wanna get caught?’ Ava asked, smiling through her words and circling Cynthia’s nipples with her flattened palms.
‘You don’t thi
nk the idea of someone watching you cum in my hot little mouth is sexy?’ Ava laughed as Cynthia moaned with urgency.
‘So you do think it’s sexy?’ Ava confirmed as she stilled her hands.
Cynthia swallowed, hard, and nodded her head in agreement. Ava stayed still, ‘I need to hear it baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you right now, right here.’
Cynthia’s voice was a strangled whisper, ‘Yes, I want you. Please…’
Helena could see the reflection in the mirror but stayed just out of eyesight. She felt like a thief in the night, like she was watching herself commit a crime but couldn’t stop herself, or walk away. The idea of getting to see one of Ava’s stories in real life was more than tempting, it was intoxicating. Somehow, even though she couldn’t fully believe her own justification, the fact that Cynthia was obviously turned on by the idea of being watched salved her conscience enough that leaving became an impossibility.
Ava’s right hand began to move again, tracing Cynthia’s nipples as she sucked on her neck, while her left hand pushed Cynthia’s dress up to her waist, exposing her black lace panties.
‘Pretty,’ Ava whispered huskily running her fingers along the edges where the lace met skin.
Ava pushed Cynthia away from the mirror and angled her towards the door. Helena felt panic bubble inside her and immediately took a step backward, knowing that she could easily be seen.
Ava sank to her knees, Helena gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth to cover the sound. But nothing moved or changed in the room. She gained confidence, and since it felt worse to hide herself, she stayed exposed and willed herself to accept whatever reaction Cynthia had to being seen. But nothing happened, and Cynthia either didn’t know or didn’t care that she was there. So she stepped a little further into the room.
Ava reached up and slid Cynthia’s panties to the ground, letting them slowly slip down her quivering legs. She pulled them over her feet and gently placed them beside her before looking up at Cynthia.
Helena realized that she was looking for approval, and she must have received it because soon after, she ran her hand from Cynthia’s ankles up her thighs, and when she hit the junction between her legs, she stilled. Cynthia’s chest was heaving in anticipation, but Ava moved at a glacial pace, emphasizing every touch, every movement, every breath.
She leaned forward and dragged her tongue from Cynthia’s knee to her inner thigh, then she stopped.
‘Please,’ Cynthia whispered with breathless longing.
Ava reached her hand up and commanded, ‘Lick it.’
Cynthia complied instantly and sucked Ava’s middle finger into her mouth. After a few seconds, Ava pulled her finger out and slid it along the soft satin lips of Cynthia’s pussy.
It was too far away for Helena to see the glistening lips stand proud at attention as a shiver of pleasure surged through Cynthia’s body. But she was able to hear the soft moan when Ava’s wet finger reached her swollen clit.
Ava smiled as her finger rolled around Cynthia’s hard clit and she felt her arch her body forward to greet the pulsing pleasure that was building.
She dragged her fingers back down and sunk them into Cynthia’s hot, aching pussy.
Time stopped for Helena as Ava’s fingers stilled inside Cynthia and both of them froze in place. But soon Ava dragged her fingers out and replaced them with her mouth.
The hot warmth of Ava’s mouth proved too much for Cynthia, whose body began to arch, every muscle growing taut the minute that Ava’s lips touched her flesh.
Ava slid her tongue from Cynthia’s rock hard clit downward, then turned it into a hard point and dove it inside her.
Cynthia’s body began to convulse as Ava’s tongue dug into her hot, wet cunt, and she screamed out in one last cry as she came hard, grasping the back of Ava’s head and pulling her tight against her shuddering flesh.
Helena forgot to breathe as she watched the scene play out before her, but the minute that the last wave of orgasm rolled over Cynthia, she quietly crept out of the room and into the hallway.
She quickly stepped into the bathroom and collapsed against the door as it closed behind her. What did she just do? What kind of person was she? How on earth was she going to be able to face Ava tomorrow?
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