Lend a hand

Suddenly a hand seems to wipe away the fog from the inside of the the mirror. The hand is feminine and well manicured, with sharp shiny black fingernails. The fog gets wiped away in a circular pattern. In moments you are looking at Sara.

"So how was your night. It doesn't look like you had fun."

You ponder how healthy it is to talk to your hallucination, then answer. "Bad sex. Still, better than no sex."

"I can help with that Tara."

"Am I really getting sex advice from my hallucination?"

"Trust me. I can give the power to cleanse them. It will free Alex from her guilt."

Crap! You have a meeting with Alex.

"Sure...why not. Give me the power O figment."

The strangest thing happens a hand stretches out from the mirror and a shiny black nail touches your forehead. You can actually feel the sharp point of the fingernail and you recoil. You close your eyes.

When you open them the mirror is simply fogged and you feel no different. You dress and get ready for Alex. Maybe a little romp with her is just what you need.

You meet her in her office an hour later. You are wearing a very short business skirt with no undies and a suit jacket to give you a professional look.

"Tara I'm so glad to see you. Your cover is out today. I've lined up some signings. These can be quite lucrative and good for promoting you. I am getting confident I can land you a spokesmodel gig."

You look at the cover of the magazine amazed that the glamorous, fit, sexpot on the cover is you.

You smile at Alex hungrily and move closer to her. "You are awesome Alex. Allow me to repay you."

You put your hand on her knee and she moans and closes her eyes.

When they snap open she mutters. "You're my best client and a great friend...but...but I'm not really a lesbian...I don't..."

You kiss her. You slide beneath her desk and begin eating her out. Lick. Suck. Flick her click. You know her body. She is on the edge. Suddenly you can see within her, see what causes her fear and guilt. You simply devour it. She moans in pleasure.

You get up expecting recriminations and a dour expression. Instead she grins wickedly at you. "Fuck I love being bi! Can I return the favor mistress?"