Message-ID: <18043eli$9812160430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@taconic.net (Sapphire) Subject: NEW TG by Waldo! "Mirror" chapter 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <36781d80.85211842@library.airnews.net> Presented for your reading enjoyment by Sapphire's Place, one of the oldest TG Fiction Archive on the Net! Sapphires's Place ( http://www.sapphireplace.com ) Mirror By Waldo Chapter 1 - The antique shop "Benjamin, I tell you, there's something wrong with your brother and I'm worried about Randall. For the last month, every time that I place a telephone call to his store to talk to him, I get some damn woman answering the phone instead of your brother. According to her, 'Randall isn't there'. She gives me a cock and bull story about why he can't come to the phone to talk to his own father. Then about two or three days after my failed attempt to talk to him, I get a nice letter from Randall, telling me that he's doing great and that everything's all right with him. I'm beginning to think that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore." "Dad, Randy's got a good business and he's probably very busy working in his store. Buying and selling antiques can be very demanding on his time." "Don't try to confuse the facts on your own father. Randall can somehow find the time to sit down and write me a two page letter instead of giving me the simple luxury of a phone call where I can immediately respond to his verbal statements? He's written me three letters this month telling me how great he's feeling and that I shouldn't worry about him. That's two more letters than he ever wrote to me before IN HIS TOTAL LIFE. Why can't he find the time to give me a quick phone call and just let me hear his voice? If your mother was still alive...god bless her poor soul, she would be worried sick about him because of the way that he's repeatedly being difficult to find. It's probably true that if your dear mother was still alive, that she'd be a little happy just because her oldest son finally learned how to write a letter home. You know it's not like Randall to write letters instead of calling me and that's one of the big things that makes me suspect that there's something seriously wrong with him. I even compared his handwriting to one of his old letters to make sure it was really him writing the letters." "Dad, I'll admit that it's a little strange for Randy to suddenly start communicating through the mail instead of using the phone. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're just getting paranoid again." "Paranoid? Since when is worrying about your oldest child considered paranoid? Benjamin, I want you to drive up to Cleveland this weekend and make sure that everything's really all right with him. I won't feel right until you tell me that you've seen him in person and made sure that he's ok." "Daddddd, it is a two hundred miles one-way drive to Cleveland. And I'm supposed to take my girlfriend, Donna out for dinner Saturday evening. I'm not going to spend my weekend off by driving almost four hundred miles round trip just to look at Randy's ugly face. There's a strong chance that this could be the weekend that I finally get lucky with Donna." "Son, if you haven't got any of your new girlfriend's nooky after dating her for over two long months, then you ain't going to get any where near her pussy unless you win the lottery and become an instant millionaire. A woman who keeps you that far away from the interior of her panties, won't give you any good loving unless you slip a wedding ring on her finger and allow her to slip a ring through your nose so she can lead you around some more. Listen to some good advice from your old man who used to understand women before he married your poor departed mother thirty years ago and discovered that the rules drastically change immediately after the marriage vows. A woman uses her body to get what she wants from a man. You haven't got into her panties because there's nothing that your prissy-ass new girlfriend really wants from you. Your new love knows that she can get you to spend your hard earned money on her and she doesn't have to let you fuck her in return. I think that you ought to go see your brother instead of wasting more of your time with this particular woman. You went years without screwing some woman so I know that you can go one more weekend of not getting into Donna's bed without too much pain." "Dad, she's not like that. We have an progressing relationship because Donna is a lady and I respect her wishes. I'm not going drive all the way up there. I'm twenty-four years old. Randy's twenty-eight. But it's my girl's number that's more important to me right now. Donna's thirty-five - thirty-five C Cup, that is. I'm old enough to know what I ought to do with my free weekend off and Randy's old enough to know how to take care of himself. And I'm going to spend my time admiring Donna's 35C-23-34 body instead of checking up on my older brother just because my father is getting overly apprehensive in his old age." "Yeah I know that you don't owe me nothing...I'm just your poor father who may not be around too many more years...you don't owe me anything just because I devoted the best years of my life to putting food on the table, clothes on your body and a roof over your head. Spare me the part of your usual speech about how you moved out of my house five years ago and you're a big man who can take care of himself now. I'm not asking you to do much...just humor me by calling him and talking to him." "Dadddddddd! I don't want to poke my nose into his business just because you think he's avoiding you for some stupid reason. I refuse to call him just because you're getting unduly suspicious in your old age. That's my last word. I don't want to hear any more about this topic." ****** "Rosewood Antiques. How may I help you?" The female voice on the phone sounded professional. Just from the sound of her voice, Ben immediately built a mental image of a flat-chested thirty/thirty-five year old woman with her dark hair up in a bun and wearing glasses. She was probably wearing an ankle length skirt and didn't believe in wearing makeup or dating men. "Hi. I'm Ben Kline, Randy's brother. Is Randy there?" There was a long pause of five to six seconds dead silence from the woman before she replied. In that time, her voice changed from the cool professional sound to a higher pitched slightly startled tone as if she was trying to quickly think of a response "Uh...Mister Kline is unavailable right now. Could I take a message?" "Nah. Just calling my older brother to see how he's doing. Haven't talked to him in a couple of months and just wanted to chit chat a little. Can you ask him to give me a call later today when he's got time to B.S. a little with me?" "He's..He's not here now. He's on a purchasing trip and I don't expect to talk to him today." "Oh! O.k. Just let him know that I called. I'm sorry but I didn't get your name when you answered." "Marie. Marie Tanner. I'm the Assistant Manager." Her voice returned to a more in-control positive sounding tone as if she were talking to a friend now. "So my brother can afford an Assistant Manager now. Sounds like my older brother's business is doing good. How long have you been working there?" "He hired me a month ago." "Great. I'm glad that he's got someone to keep him straight. Well Marie, it's been nice talking to you." Her voice changed tone again, losing the professional tone and becoming a more relaxed friendly sounding voice "It's been great talking to you too. Randy's told me so much about you that I feel as if I know you already. You don't have to worry about your brother because I'm taking good care of him." There was just enough emphasis on her words 'taking good care of him' to add hidden meaning to the words. Although as Assistant Manager of the business, it was her job to take care of the business, her words and warm tone sounded as if she was also taking care of Randy's more intimate needs...perhaps even Randy' sexual needs. Ben's mental image of Marie quickly changed as he built a new mental image of a sexy blonde with big boobs on the other end of the phone line. Randy had always been partial to blondes and Ben was partial to women with big boobs. "Great. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting you someday." Again her voice changed, reinforcing the image of the sexy blonde with big boobs but now the mental image of the woman on the phone, was completely naked in Ben's mind. Her new tone was a softer, sultry sounding tone as she cooed "We have to get together soon. I'm so looking forward to...meeting you. Have a good day." As Ben hung up the phone, he felt very confused. Just as you can feel someone smile or frown on the other end of a phone, he had felt a strong sexual tug from the woman that had just hung up the phone. An indirect come-on, just as if she was trying to seduce him over the phone. Why was she coming on to him, if she was involved personally with his brother? ****** "Hi dad. Well, uh..I called him like you requested." "Did you talk to him?" "No, he's out of town on a trip." "See. He's spending a lot of time on the road now. Did you talk to 'her' and that's where she said he was? Is it her word that you're believing when she says that everything is all right with my son?" "Dad, he's all right. Right after I called, he sent me a fax, telling me that he's doing good and except for a sore throat today, he was feeling great." "A fax? Your brother can't call you, but he can send you a fax? And you think everything is normal with him? Benjamin, I didn't raise you to be an idiot. I tell you that there's something seriously wrong with your brother. You need to go up there this weekend to investigate this matter. I insist." "Dad, I'm not going. Get off of that tangent. He's all right. I'll call back tomorrow when the store is open and if he's not there, I'll request firmly about getting a phone number where I can talk to him." "Call his apartment tonight. I insist." ****** "Hello." The very feminine voice was friendly, relaxed, and definitely wasn't Randy's voice. "Uh..hi. Is this Marie? This is Ben again. I'm still trying to get in touch with Randy." Her voice became distant sounding and cautious as if she were trying to hide something from him. "Ben?...Oh...Hi. Randy's uh uh ..forwarded his apartment's phone to my phone so that I can answer his phone for him while he's out of town. He's still traveling." "Look, it's important that I talk with Randy soon to discuss some family matters. He sent me a fax right after I talked to you today but I need to personally speak with him. Do you have a number where I can get in touch with him?" "Sorry...but he calls in from wherever he's at sometime during the day, to check on the business and he just happened to call me right after you called the store earlier. His voice was very hoarse and he said that he had a bad sore throat." "Please have him call me. Bye." ****** Ben Kline unbuckled his seat belt as he put his car's transmission into the park gear before turning off the car's motor. He glanced at his craggy face in the visor's small mirror as he ran a large hand through his thinning hair. Another eight to ten years of ever-increasing hair loss and his head would look like a billiard ball with fringe around the side, just like his old man's head. Running his hand across his sandpaper feeling chin, he hated the way that his thick and coarse facial hair was too fast growing and thick while the thinning hair on his head was making him look older than he really was. Rubbing his fingertips across his face again, he knew that he had closely shaved that morning but his heavy beard growth made him look and feel as if he had a two day-old beard. Grimacing at his image in the mirror, he stared at his strong pointy chin, long sender face, hawk nose, slicked back pompadour hairstyle and deep set eyes under bushy eyebrows. He mumbled out loud to himself "Benjamin David Kline, you're one old looking mutherfucker already and you're only twenty- four years young. No wonder you can't get anywhere near Donna's supposed-to-be-virgin young pussy. If I was a young beautiful woman like Donna who could have any man in the world that she wanted, I wouldn't fuck a stubbled-faced, skinny old fart like myself either. Well, let's go see what Randy's new bitch looks like and get this out of the way so that I can go back home and tell Dad that everything is all right. Then maybe Dad will leave me the fuck alone and let me live my live without any more interference from him." Pushing the visor back up out of the way so that he couldn't see his reflected face, he climbed out of the small sports car. He stretched his six foot two inch, one hundred and seventy pound slender body as he tried to shake off some of the lethargic numbness in his butt after the two hundred mile drive from his home up to Cleveland. There were a lot of other places that he would prefer to be on a beautiful Friday night instead of Cleveland. But when his brother didn't call him within two days of his after-hours phone call to Marie, he knew that his father's suspicions might be right. And his father was still bugging the shit out of him, so that was why he was here to investigate the facts in person. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he had arrived just in time to beat the store's closing. The store was scheduled to close at six p.m. so he had rushed to get there before she could lock up the store and disappear for the evening. The ringing door-opening bell over the store's front door sounded too loud as he entered the front door of his brother's business. Antique businesses always have a changing mixture of displayed antiques and junk to attract your attention as you enter those places. But instead of looking at any of the crowded mixture of antiques, his attention was immediately focused on the young attractive woman that was busy behind the counter. That one glance at her was enough to invoke the image of the sexy, sophisticated, seductive, sultry slender blonde that Sharon Stone played in the Basic Instinct movie and to give Ben's preconceived mental image of Marie a beautiful face to go along with the perfect body. Randy's pretty assistant manager was the movie's star's almost exact twin with her lithe sexy body and sensual classical face. She looked up from the notebook that she was writing in and she smiled a 'welcome to the store' type of smile which quickly faded into a 'oh..shit' type of smile as if she somehow recognized him. Her large expressive blue eyes went from being friendly to being stunned to being scared to being cautious as he walked toward the counter. "Hi. You must be Marie. I'm Ben.", he declared as he continued staring straight into her beautiful but obviously cautious beautiful big blue eyes. For a second her mouth hung open as if she was flabbergasted at his unexpected appearance, then her face assumed a somewhat 'wish I was elsewhere but I will make the best of it' type of smile as she held out her hand "Yeah, I know. Uh...that is, I recognized you from your picture." He wrapped his large hand around her small hand and shook her hand as he pretended that he didn't notice her awkward coolness to his unexpected arrival "When my big brother didn't call me back, I decided to come on up anyway. Reason that I was trying to get in touch with him, was to tell him that I was coming up to see him this weekend. I've got a spare key to his apartment and thought that I would stop by here first to see if I could catch him here. Is Randy around?" She pulled her small hand back from his country-boy handshake grip, using the same hand to push a lock of golden hair back from across her face as she quickly uttered in a somber sounding voice "I don't expect him to be here..that is, to be in town this weekend. Looks like you drove up here for nothing." As he gazed at her, several thoughts rushed through his mind. "I WANT TO FUCK HER! Why is she hiding my brother's whereabouts? I WANT TO FUCK HER! She's one attractive bitch. I WANT TO FUCK HER! I can see why my brother hired her. With her looks, she could be incompetent and who would notice her lousy work. I WANT TO FUCK HER! Is she fucking my brother? I WANT TO FUCK HER!" Pulling himself out of his circle of repeating thoughts, Ben decided to act as normal as possible until he could discover what type of relationship was really going on between her and his missing brother. Smiling at her as if they were old friends, Ben's next few words are a cautious mixture of his personal attraction toward the woman, his desire to find his brother and a feeling that she was hiding something. "Well, I've missed my brother before so I know how to find my way around his place by myself and I've got a key to it. Look, it was a long drive up here and I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. Do you have any plans for dinner?" A twinkle appeared in her eyes and the expressed caution began to disappear from her eyes as some of her womanly confidence reappeared in her smile and the way that she held herself. There was just the barest noticeable movement as she pulled her shoulders back slightly, resulting in a minor, more rounded chest expansion of her boobs. He let his eyes drop down from her face as a result of her slight movement and he allowed himself the momentary glance at what he knew had to be the curved shape of two of the most perfect boobs in the world hidden underneath her blouse. Normally he liked women with big heavy tits but he could tell from her slender body that she had the luscious type of swimmer's body with firm perky tits that he couldn't pass up if given the chance to sample the merchandise. For a long second he just stared at her perfectly rounded breasts underneath the tight chiffon blouse. Then he jerked his eyes back up to her twinkling eyes which were smiling like a cat that just cornered a mouse - or were her now-gleaming eyes more like the eyes of a fisherman who just set the hook into a record-size fish that hadn't discovered that it was caught yet. Anyhow her smiling eyes and fluid body movements were expressing non-verbal statements that were easily understood by any man over twelve years old. She answered his invitation to dinner in a laughing tone but her response was a double meaning question "Is there anything special that you would like to eat?" He knew what he wanted to eat - her golden pussy. But he lied and responded with an answer that wouldn't get his face slapped "Uhh..no, I just want to relax and enjoy a good meal with pleasant company after my long drive here. Where would you like to go?" She pointed to a small doorway at the end of the room "The office is back there and Randy keeps a shaving kit in his lower right hand drawer for emergencies. Why don't you grab his razor and knock off some of that heavy stubble growth while I close up the shop." ****** A slightly cleaner looking Ben Klein waited on Marie to lock the door to the store. He had used his brother's shaving kit to shave so that he looked slightly more presentable and some of the cologne to make himself smell a lot better. He used the opportunity while she was busy locking the door; to closely examine the bewitching woman who had worked her way into his brother's confidence. She was about five foot four inches tall and looked like she barely weighed a few pounds over one hundred pounds. But it was a perfectly proportional body with wide rounded hips, a narrow waist and relatively large breasts on her small tight body. Her two inch beige high heels supported two of the nicest flesh-colored nylon-encased legs that he had seen in a long time. The shapely legs disappeared into a mid-thigh beige tight skirt that showed just enough leg to be tantalizing and covered just enough thigh to be acceptable for wearing to work. The delicate belt around her waist showed off her small waist while holding up the skirt and tucking away the bottom of a white chiffon blouse. The form-fitting blouse tastefully followed the contours of her chest and made her shoulders look narrow while highlighting the delicate thinness of her neck that demanded nibbling. The sheerness of the blouse softened the basic outlines of the soft bra under the blouse while at the same time showing that there wasn't a bit of foam padding within the bra. Her hands had long delicate fingers that looked as if she could play the piano but tipped with painted, long fingernails that wouldn't be too suitable for using a computer's keyboard; but the long fingernails were perfectly suitable for scratching a naked man's back. Her face wasn't the classical, chiseled beauty that artists desire to capture on canvas. Her eyes were her dominating facial feature, closely followed by her luscious lips. Her almost constantly gleaming eyes were too large, too expressive and too sultry looking to be considered classical eyes. It was easy to look into her deep blue eyes and be mentally transported to a private tropical island where you could imagined what it would be like to make love to her at the edge of the surf. Her nose was too delicate but the slenderness made her high cheekbones look rosier. Her lips were large, and lush; always inviting you to kiss and enjoy the peach flavor of her natural-colored lipstick. Her straight, mid-shoulder length golden hair looked as if she had been born a natural blonde. Overall those features made Marie Tanner one of the most beautiful women that Ben had ever been able to get close enough to talk to. So what if she worked for his brother? So what if she was probably sharing his brother's bed? So what if she was going out with Ben simply because she felt bad for him because his older brother wasn't there to entertain him? Ben didn't care why she was going out with him as long as she went out with him. His little head was doing a lot of thinking for him. Whatever had caused her to be slightly shocked when he initially walked through the door had completely disappeared and she was acting every bit as confident and friendly toward him as if they were two old friends going out for a night on the town. There was a teasing tone to her friendly sounding voice, a teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, a gleam in her warm smile and a warm blush in her rosy cheeks that showed that she was enjoying his companionship as much as he was enjoying her beauty. As soon as she finished double-checking the store's door to make sure it was locked and secured for the night, she pointed toward a large van sitting in the back of the parking lot that had the name "Rosewood Antiques" painted on the side. Not glancing back to see if he was following her as she walked toward it, she headed straight toward the van knowing that he would follow her anywhere that she wanted to go. She jokingly declared "One of the benefits of working for your brother is this beautiful, dual purpose, roomy company car. In addition to being my primary transportation, we use it to haul antiques around to make sure that we get a tax break, so don't pay any attention to the mess of blankets in the back of the van that we use to protect our treasures. Since I know the local roads and where we're going to eat, I thought it would be easier if I drove us to the restaurant. You don't mind subjecting yourself to being in my absolute control, do you? I know a lot of men don't have any confidence in their manhood and always have to be in control when they're with a woman, but you don't strike me as being that type of person." "Sounds great to me. And there's more room in the van than in my little sports car. I've got my suitcase rammed tightly into the car's passenger seat because it wouldn't fit into the small area that they call a trunk." She glanced at the small two-seater sports car and commented "Don't understand why single men buy cars that small. It's so small, that all you can do is live dangerously in traffic but there's no way that you could ever get some good ass in something that small." Slightly stunned by her words that could be expected in a man- to-man discussion but not from a woman's virginal looking lips, he mumbled "That's why I've got my own apartment." She paused; standing beside the van while she patiently waited for him to open the driver side door of the van. After he opened the van's door like a perfect gentleman, she hiked her skirt up her thigh slightly exposing a quick flash of leg just before she stepped up into the higher level van. Sitting down in the driver's seat, she rewarded his mandatory chivalry for opening the door with a wide smile. His eyes were distracted elsewhere as he thought that she also allowed him another fleeting glance at a little more of her quickly exposed leg through the skirt's narrow slit. Continuing their discussion, she voiced a mild rebuttal about his choice of cars as she declared in a teasing tone "Benji, you need to get you a larger car where you can take advantage of unexpected opportunities. You might learn how to enjoy life more." "Uh..Benji is a family name that Randy used to call me when we were kids and he was just trying to piss me off. How did you know about that old nickname?" "Same way that I know that you're uncircumcised and that you paid some thirty-five year old prostitute to deflower you two days after your sixteenth birthday because you couldn't find any free pussy the night that you decided to lose your virginity. Your brother told me everything about his family back home. Would you like for me to discuss some more of your family secrets...to show you how much your brother trusts me, Benji?" Ben fought the urge to ball his hand up into a fist, knowing that it was his big-mouthed brother that he suddenly wanted to punch out, not the beautiful woman that was staring at him with a funny smile on her face, waiting for some type of response from him. Holding back the anger, he tried to appear calm as he tried to change the subject by jokingly responding "It's an old family curse that men have to deal with when they come of age." She laughed as she changed the subject slightly but she continued to talk about family things - childhood secrets that only his brother would know about "Randy told me that you used to spend all of your money from your allowance and newspaper router on collecting bubble gum cards. Because he was three years older than you, he thought he was smarter and he would try to get you to spend the money on impressing girls instead of buying your damn old cards. Now that he's in the antique business, I know that he's very proud of the way that you invested in your future back when you were just a snotty- nose kid." **************************************** The rest of the story is at Sapphire's Place ( http://www.sapphireplace.com ) and follow the links to Waldo's Stories. They are available in both Text and ZIP format. Enjoy! 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