Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

Jeff glared at Karen, his own face still a flaming brick-red. He wanted very badly to say something, anything that would cut, but she was gone before he could formulate words.

"Well, darling…? Are we ready to talk to Mr. Rourke, or are you going to stand here and do a slow burn indefinitely?" Muriel needled.

"Wh-What? Oh… yes," he managed. "Let's go…" Christ, what a hell of a mess this had turned out to be…

Karen found herself the associate of a long-haired, bit-part western actor who willingly hustled martinis for her. She drank two fast ones and found herself a corner chair where she sat and seethed. Her companion chose the chair arm on her left side, which was acceptable until he dropped his arm letting his hand dangle against her breast.

"You do that one more time," she looked up and spat at him, "and you'll think you've been in a saloon brawl."

He grinned down at her. "Damn," he said, "I shore like my woman with fire…"

Karen stood. "Go to hell," she said and walked to the little bar where there was an empty stool. She was sick inside, and her rage at what she had discovered existed between Muriel Brendell and Jeff was turning her inside out. Two goddamned years she had pined away, hoping, waiting, wondering if he was all right. And was he all right! The handsome, young Casanova… cleverly feathering his nest and his bed… The bastard! Well, it was certainly over with now, wasn't it… There was nothing left to that feeble episode in her life. She had blamed herself, her frigidity, for the loss of this… this man she had thought she loved. And now, it was time that she awakened to the facts! He simply wasn't man enough to satisfy her… and that was the whole story of that Karl Fletcher, beast, pig, ugly brute though he was, had brought her the first full meaning of sex. And a woman and a dog had repeated the act… Jeff Lewis just wasn't man enough for her…

"Darling! I've been looking all over for you," Nathan Brendell said, coming up beside her and taking her hand. "For awhile, I was almost afraid you'd disintegrated…"

The sight of his strong, handsome presence caused the blood to pound in her veins. She smiled gorgeously and reached to take his big hand between her own small ones.

"I knew you'd find me," she said in soft tones. "So, I just waited."

His tongue flicked out to wet his slender lips, and his eyes blazed as they raked her. "Christ, you're lovely!" he gasped. "Look, are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"It's nine-thirty… you should eat. There's a buffet in the dining room. Let's grab a bite and go to my quarters… where we can discuss the book… and future plans."

Karen thought about it. The idea excited her. "I'd like that," she said.

"Come on, baby… come on," he said; he held her hand while she climbed from the stool and led her off.

Karen couldn't give the briefest analysis of what had come over her. She had simply frozen. It really had nothing to do with Nat, but she couldn't seem to explain it to him. They were in his suite and he'd kissed her a half-dozen times, but it was as if she were made of ice inside. She couldn't help it… nor could she answer in reason why.

"Why the sudden icicle treatment?" Nat snapped at her. "You know I'm going to fuck you one way or the other… why not with cooperation and enjoyment?"

He was storming back and forth across the room. Karen sat on the edge of the bed watching him. To this point, he had not even forced a hand upon her. God, she wanted so much to be what he wanted her to be right at that moment… but she couldn't. Jeff saturated her brain.

He walked to the TV screen and turned it on. It lighted immediately and she saw the group in the nursery. They seemed to be pretty much concentrated on the couches and watching something. Suddenly, she noticed one girl with her legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. The man with her had his hand inside her white nylon panties, cupping her soft, squirming pussy. Karen felt a slight involuntary tremor as the outline of his fingers moved beneath the sheer material. He was stroking in a slow, lewd rhythm, obviously sinking them deep into her vagina. The girl, unaware of anyone around her, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks raised, in tempo to the fingers fucking into her. Yet, both she and her companion were watching something.

"What is it? What are they watching?" Karen asked.

Brendell went to the set and switched the channels, then came back to lie down on the bed beside her. He said nothing.

The picture on the screen caused Karen to sit upright and gape. A young, teen-age girl had the penis of an older man in her mouth and she was sucking it voraciously as though her very life depended on it. The girl was naked, but the man had the upper portion of a uniform on. His massive shaft thrust out from his loins like a fence-post, and the much smaller girl sat on a chair sucking it with all of her heart. Then, the scene changed and Karen saw the bars indicating some kind of prison. The camera dwelled on a second girl on her knees, she too as young as the first, with her tongue extended and licking at the half uniformed man's testicles and between his buttocks. Once more, the camera switched to show the girl on her knees with her fingers masturbating herself, then, the one in the chair, her legs wide-spread and plunging what looked like a hand-made phallus into her vagina vigorously.

"My God!" Karen exclaimed as the prison guard's legs began to jerk and then, she saw the sticky, white liquid oozing from the sitting girl's mouth, dribbling down to her chin as she swallowed, her eyes like two blazing hot coals and her hand thrusting the dildo into her cunt furiously.

Then, the single bell dinged.

"What was that?" Karen looked to him.

Nathan Brendell was smiling, lying back on the bed watching her. He said: "My signal."

"For what?"

"For what I want you to see… A live replica of what you've just witnessed… In a minute…" He rolled over toward her and drew her to him, kissing her wetly on the mouth, his big hand moving down her rib-cage to the soft white swell of her buttocks.

She had no intention of fighting him in any respect. But she was sorry she couldn't respond in kind. She even had no feeling for Jeff at the moment. She owed him nothing. It was simply that she was the way she was, not that the movie hadn't excited her… but not to the point that she knew Nat wanted her to be. It was almost as if icicles had formed in her belly; she simply returned his kiss to the best of her ability.

He pulled her to her feet and led her toward the hr wall where the mirror hung and the extra-wide couch sat beneath it. He stood her before the mirror then walked away for a moment. Suddenly, the room went dark, and the mirror illuminated as if it were a window. Karen saw the next room and she climbed onto the couch closer… for the occupants were Muriel Brendell and Jeff… naked!

"It's a double mirror," Nat said. "Now we watch their party."

It was a bedroom and Karen couldn't believe her eyes. Nat had come up beside her and put his arm around her. His wife, Muriel, was lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed, her head gently rolling back and forth as Jeff ran his tongue wetly up and down her body.

"Oh God!" Karen exclaimed.

Nat Brendell patted her buttocks gently. "Watch," he said. "Just watch."

Karen stared unbelievingly. He had obviously sucked her breasts into quaking hardness and more… like trailing his wet, hot tongue in a path down to the level of her jerking belly and inner thighs before they had moved to the mirror. Nat's wife was squirming beneath his flicking caresses like some lascivious slut, possessed. She had her hands wound in his hair, pressing his mouth to her flesh. Karen lurched angrily as she watched. She was enraged. Had it not been her Jeff, perhaps her whole reactions would be different, she thought, but this was Jeff! Her husband… oh God, not really, was he… Her mind twisted at the sight of the spectacle, while her feminine reaction was baffling to her. It was depraved and obscene… yet, somewhere deep inside her, she wanted to watch.