“You don’t like oral sex either?” she asked.
Of course he liked oral sex, Jimmy thought. He was just confused. Too confused to think.
“Do you want me to masturbate for you?”
The voice reached him from a distance. What the heck.
“Sure,” he agreed.
The woman lay back on the bed beside him and spread her legs.
“You can look,” she invited.
Where was Aggie?
Jimmy turned his head and watched as the woman put her hand between her legs. He should be aroused, incredibly aroused. He loved to watch his weekly lay pleasure herself, though he usually finished the job himself. The woman’s hand began to circle over Aggie’s crotch. His Aggie’s. God, he wanted her back. She wasn’t faking. Her arousal was wet and hot. She drew a moist fingerful to her lips, then offered the next to him. He shook his head.
Aggie’s nipples had peaked to hard buds and gooseflesh skimmed across her belly. Aggie’s free hand gripped the sheet as the fingers of her other hand drew her toward climax. But Aggie wasn’t here. The climax shook her to red painted toenails. She shivered for a long moment then turned to him.
“Let me make you come,” she offered.
Jimmy gave in to despair. Aggie wasn’t here. If this impostor wanted to jerk him off, let her. He lay back on the bed.
“Go ahead,” he said wearily. “Use your hand.”
He closed his eyes and thought about the real Aggie, the Aggie he wanted, the Aggie who was and wasn’t in his bed right now. He pictured her squeezing his cock as the unseen hand was. Her fingers twined in his pubic curls and tugged them teasingly. His cock lifted and he shifted his buttocks to a straighter angle.
“That’s better,” Aggie’s voice coaxed. Not Aggie’s voice.
“Don’t say anything,” he instructed.
As long as he kept his eyes closed. As long as she didn’t talk. He imagined Aggie’s angry laughing eyes. The fingers tightened on his cock and began to move, skillfully squeezing and stretching. It felt good. The pace quickened. He released himself into the moment. The first climax came quickly.
“Keep going,” he ordered, his eyes still closed.
“Was that…”
“Don’t talk,” he interrupted.
Anything to keep the illusion. He imagined himself poised over Aggie’s inviting body, her eyes smiling at him as he lowered himself into her. The hand kept pace with his growing arousal, squeezing and milking him with professional dexterity. Not his Aggie’s hand. She would be tentative. Too tight sometimes, then not tight enough. He shifted back to the image of himself lowering into Aggie’s body. He rocked his hips gently and again the hand on his cock adjusted smoothly. The second orgasm was stronger and lasted most of a minute.
“Again,” Jimmy gasped. “Is your hand too tired? Don’t say anything, just stop when you want to.”
The hand lifted and Jimmy sighed. His cock was still rock hard. Her weight shifted. Another hand settled on his well oiled shaft. She had switched to her left hand. The image of Aggie came easily to Jimmy now. He relived the videotape of her with Richard, trying to time his climax to her angry outburst.
“Harder,” he ordered the servicing hand.
He was almost there. The hand tightened obligingly and just as Aggie’s fist swung down to the desktop, Jimmy came. Her fist swung again and again as his fluids pumped out over his chest and the hand milked him hard. Finally he opened his eyes.
Tears poured from the not-Aggie’s eyes. They mingled with the cum on his chest and he wondered how long she had been crying. The woman rose and picked up her clothes. He thought about protesting, but was too exhausted. The ordeal of the day’s waiting combined with the release of three orgasms had drained him. She went into the adjoining bathroom and a moment later he heard the shower. He had shot his cum all over her, he remembered. What if she really was Aggie, he thought. Would she mind?
By the time she came out of the bathroom, Jimmy was awake. His head had cleared. He knew he had to break this enigma tonight. She might not come back. Not after he had spanked her. Maybe not now that she knew he could come three times without a pause. He knew he was too much for most women, for any woman.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” he apologized to the woman who wore Aggie’s skin.
“It’s all right,” she smiled shyly.
With her hair towel dried and no makeup, she looked achingly young and vulnerable. She looked just like Aggie.
“Aggie,” he whispered softly.
“Yes,” the woman answered.
He held out his arms. She stepped into them and melted into his embrace, molding herself to his planes.
“Aggie?” he whispered into her hair.
She stepped back out of his arms, her eyes glistening.
“I’m going to go now, Jimmy.”
“Will you come back tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
“Do you promise?” he asked, hating himself for begging.
“I promise.” She held three fingers over her heart and grinned and for a moment she was Aggie, the real Aggie.
After even the fragrance of her had dissipated, Jimmy left the bedroom. He walked to the living room and turned on the VCR. He fell asleep moments later as his Aggie pounded her fist on his desk.
Chapter 16
Angela told the taxi driver to go anywhere for thirty minutes, then to take her back to the corner of Robson and Denman. As they wound through the blustery rain soaked streets of Vancouver, her tears slowly gave way to determination. Jimmy was a man in torment. Her sister was unhappy and confused. Angela’s deception had done far more harm than she had ever envisioned. She knew she would not be able to last nine more nights. The hundred twenty thousand dollars was out of her reach.
Still, she deserved compensation. The contract was all or nothing. Twelve nights or no money. Angela knew she had earned payment and she saw in her mind’s eye what she felt would be a just recompense. She had to get back into the apartment one more time. Angela kicked herself mentally for her failure to seize tonight’s opportunity. Jimmy had been asleep. She could easily have lifted the small Giacometti statue that sat almost hidden in a niche in the library. But her eyes had been blinded by tears and her brain by remorse. No more. She would take the statue the next time she was in the apartment and then she and her sister would leave Vancouver forever.
All traces of Angela’s tears had dried by the time she walked through the door of the hotel suite. She greeted her surprised sister calmly.
Aggie looked at her watch. “It’s only ten o’clock.”
“He let me leave early.”
“Did something go wrong?”
“He just wanted me to jerk him off,” Angela told Aggie bluntly.
Her sister winced.
“He’s got balls of steel,” Angela added. “He came three times without deflating. A regular he-man.”
Aggie stood up from the sofa, her face pale, and walked out of the room. Angela followed her to the bathroom and stood in the door as Aggie splashed cold water on her face.
“He’s really confused,” Angela tried to explain. “I think he likes you a lot. He knows somehow that I’m not you.”
Aggie scrubbed her face in a towel.
“I think he thinks I’m crazy,” Angela continued. “A split personality. I swear sometimes tonight I thought he was trying to get me to turn into you.”
Aggie walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Angela followed her twin again. Why didn’t she say something?
“You should go tomorrow night,” Angela tried again to get a response.
“We’ve been through that. I’m not going.”
Angela wrapped her arms around the stiff torso of her twin. She toppled them both onto the bed and hugged her until her limbs softened. She shifted their bodies so Aggie’s head rested on her shoulder.