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Kelly Pierce sat quietly in her high-rise apartment in a skyscraper full of luxury apartments. Her abode was quite opulent, so much so that it actually took up the whole floor. The views were amazing--one end of the apartment overlooked a beautiful beach, while the other end had as its view the vast city of glittering lights that lit the offices and apartments of the bustling metropolis she called home.

Kelly's story was quite interesting--at once sad and inspiring, really. She had been born the only child of Mark and Cindy Pierce--a factory worker and a secretary, respectively, and they had been loving parents by any standard. They did not have much money, and indeed their jobs did not allow them to amass much wealth even if they were good at them. Kelly had always yearned for a bigger life full of possibility and new experiences and people. Her younger years had been filled with promise and popularity, but her teen years had brought with them the stifling familiarity, the numbing predictability of a small town filled with the same cast of characters--nice, but boring.

Kelly had become withdrawn in her teenage years. She was always pretty and so had her share of suitors, but she always turned them away. She came to see herself as the big fish in the very small pond, a place to which she did not want to tie herself. She spent increasing amounts of time in her room and among a fairly small group of outsider friends. Her parents tried to get her to go out and be social, but she resisted, seeking solace in her room and the small band of misfits. Sometimes, the friends would come over, and they'd close the door--mumbling about things unknown to her concerned parents.

When Kelly was 17 years old, her parents were killed in a car crash on the way back from a Christmas get-together. The weeks and months that followed were filled with heart-breaking feature stories in the local newspaper. It was a small town, so people tended to know each other pretty well. Old friends and relatives came out of the woodwork to tell Kelly how sorry they were at the **** of her parents. She thanked them all and cried on camera a few times, then retreated into her room again away from the prying eyes of the media and her friends. The story itself passed from the public mind soon enough--surpassed in importance by the next tragedy, whatever it was.

Once the world had moved on, Kelly took the substantial payout from the life insurance policy and jetted away from the small town that was all she had known. She landed in the bustling city and fell into an improbable bit of luck--she invested the life insurance proceeds in a few financial instruments that seemed to do very well. The small apartment she rented upon first arriving gave way to bigger and better homes over the years. Kelly's penchant for investing landed her gigs advising small companies (which then became big ones) on how to manage their employees' pension funds. The gigs paid better and better over time, and Kelly somehow saw the financial crisis coming before most others. She had been one of very few to bet against the housing market, and it paid off many times over.

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The movers and shakers in town thought Kelly was a genius--a keeper of a lucrative crystal ball that could make them all rich. Kelly's life became one of opulence and unimaginable wealth. Her money bought her influence and the ear of the right people in the right circles. Her life was filled with galas and top-tier boardrooms, with top-rate restaurants and clubs and vacations with whomever she wanted whenever she wanted.

Tonight, Kelly's chosen environment was the pool on her rooftop apartment. She sat mostly submerged in the shallow end of the pool as the city bustled and hummed below. Kelly was 42 years old now. Middle age suited her well, and she had aged beautifully. Granted, she was no longer a spring chicken, but maturity suited her. She had a couple small lines around her eyes, but curly black hair dangled beautifully down from her head and a chunk of the way down her back. Her body was full--she wasn't built like a stick. Kelly enjoyed her curves, her voluptuous body. Thigh gaps were a scourge upon the world, she figured. Kelly had a wonderfully full and jiggle-prone set of boobs that shook as she walked. Her belly had just the slightest bit of extra flab, and she was all right with that. The men still loved her. Farther down, her ass stuck beautifully out behind her--a bubble butt that brought a blessed bounty of lustful stares from men in their twenties. She could be their mother, but she could tell they wanted to fuck her. Their eyes were glued to her as her wide, motherly hips swayed about as she walked.

Despite being a drop-dead gorgeous with the body and air of a cougar, Kelly did not have as many relationships as one might expect--at least not publicly. People had dared to suggest in hushed whispers that she was secretly a lesbian, hence the absence of men on her arm most of the time. Kelly liked being the topic of conversation, despite the oddity of the conversation itself.

Kelly sat tonight in her pool as her companion talked. The woman with Kelly was her intern--an energetic, sexy young recent college graduate named Wendy Newman. Wendy had adored Kelly for years--her success in the corporate world (one traditionally dominated by men) made her a role model for Wendy. Wendy was a beautiful, if somewhat nerdy, young woman. She was thin with a toned body the product of frequent gym visits. She had sexy nerd glasses on her face, and she was eager to please her mentor. Wendy's boobs were not as impressive as Kelly's, but they fit her smaller, less curvy frame quite well.

"Ms. Pierce, um, I'm glad you invited me tonight to go over the numbers--ah, but, weren't there supposed to be other people here too?" Wendy asked. Kelly seemed not to care a bunch about the question. "Were there?" she said absent-mindedly with a small smile on her face as she looked out into the night. "Um, yeah--you said Ali was gonna come too, remember?" "No," Kelly replied.

Kelly began to make her way toward the side of the pool, stepping out slowly by ascending the steps. "Wait here," she told the confused Wendy as the water from the pool clung beautifully to Kelly's every wondrous curve, shining in the dark of night as her boobs jiggled with her steps. Kelly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself as she stepped into the silence of her luxury apartment. She walked through the living area and into her bedroom. Kelly smiled a bit as she made her way toward a wardrobe that had 2 doors in the front. She grabbed the handles of the doors and opened them. The wood of the doors creaked a bit as they came open, revealing a mirror and all manner of strange and unusual personal effects. Below the mirror inside were a couple rows of tiny drawers and shelves. They contained animal bones, bits of hair, vials of blood, and other things commonly used in the practice of witchcraft.

"I need you," Kelly said into the mirror, and her call seemed to summon a swirling mass of smoke on the other side of the mirror. The smoke formed into the vague outline of a woman's face. "You called?" said the smokey figure. "I think I want her," Kelly answered. "Who?" said the smokey woman in the mirror. Kelly rolled her eyes. "Wendy, I want her. I haven't had a good fuck in a few days now, and I want her to go to bed with me. Can you make it happen?" Kelly asked.

A few seconds of silence followed. "I have done much for you, Kelly," the woman in the mirror said, "your money, your connections, your beautiful body and the fact that you have enviable tits without plastic surgery--all things from me." Kelly was getting annoyed. "Yeah, and I'm the one who has devoted myself to witchcraft since I was a teenager, and I did the spell that caused my parents' accident just to get your attention in the first place. I kill people when you ask me to, and my boobs are part of my payment. Now can you help me fuck Wendy, or not?" she demanded.

"I need something of you," the woman said. "What is it?" Kelly asked. "Come closer," said the woman in the mirror. Kelly was perplexed. Most of the interactions did not involve an instruction like this. Nonetheless, she stepped closer a bit. "What are you going to do?" she asked pensively. "My enemies are massing, and I am going to meet them, and you're going to help me," the woman declared.

Kelly tilted her head in confusion. "What the hell are you going to do? You're stuck in that mirror," she said with a chuckle.

"But you're not," came the devious voice from beyond the mirror. Suddenly, a swirl of smoke jetted out from the mirror toward the unsuspecting Kelly. The smoke began to **** its way inside Kelly's mouth and down her throat. She gagged and coughed and choked as it made its way into her body. Her wondrous boobs shook and jiggled about as she tried to fight off the invading presence, but she would lose quickly. Kelly fell roughly on to her back as the smoke disappeared inside her and she continued to struggle. Still, it was over in a few seconds. All the struggling and gagging stopped as the final wisps disappeared into the curvy woman. She lay on her back for a moment before silently sitting up.

Kelly brought her hands up and used them to cup her enviable chest, massaging the jello-like globes for which men so adored her. "You had this body because of my magic, but it was never really yours," Kelly, or rather the thing inside her, said. "Thanks for keeping it safe for me babe," she said as she looked, with a devilish smile, into the mirror. Her eyes glowed a bright purple.