High end call girl Svetlana thought she had seen it all, even at such a young age. She thought it was going to be a typical call. In and out. Wham bam thank you ma'am. A night of sex and kink, not myth and magic and a throw down with a magically created doppelganger was the last thing she expected to be having. Prepare to be amazed at the hi-jinks our heroine gets into as she explores the magic in the mirror.
12 pages of story text 11 pages of colored art and 13 in black and white for a total of 36 pages. also for preview is the first 4 pages of story text that precede the 24 illustrations of the comic.
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SVETLANA STOOD IN AWE AT THE WROUGHT IRON FENCE THAT WAS THE ENTRANCE TO A DRIVE WAY SO LONG THAT SHE COULDN’T SEE THE HOUSE THAT WAS FURTHER OBSCURED BY OVERGROWN TREES AND FOLIAGE. THIS WAS NOT THEIR USUAL TYPE OF ESTABLISHMENT BY A LONG SHOT. “THIS HAS GOTTA BE SOME KIND OF MISTAKE,” SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF. STILL, SHE PUSHED THE INTERCOM BUTTON AGAIN AND A VOICE CRACKLED OVER THE SPEAKER. TO SVETLANA IT SOUNDED LIKE A MAN’S VOICE BUT IT WAS HARD TO TELL OVER THE STATIC OF THE OLD SPEAKER. SHE SHOOK HER HEAD IMPATIENTLY AND PUSHED THE BUTTON AGAIN “MY NAME IS SVETLANA. I’M HERE FROM THE CLEANING AGENCY.” SHE DID HER BEST TO SPEAK CLEARLY TO COVER HER ROMANIAN ACCENT. GOD ONLY KNEW HOW BADLY THE SPEAKER SOUNDED ON THE OTHER END.
AFTER A LONG PAUSE SHE SIGHED TO HERSELF THINKING SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE TO CALL THE UBER BACK. AS SHE REACHED INTO HER TRENCH COAT FOR HER CELLPHONE, THE GATE MADE A LOUD BUZZ AND BEGAN TO OPEN SLOWLY; MAKING EVERY BIT THE CREAKING SOUND ONE WOULD EXPECT TO HEAR FROM AN OLD CREEPY GATE THAT LOOKED LIKE IT CAME OUT OF A VINCENT PRICE MOVIE.
SHE PICKED UP HER BAG AND WALKED UP THE DRIVEWAY TO A HOUSE THAT MATCHED THE FRONT GATE’S OLD HAUNTED HOUSE VIBE PERFECTLY. IT WAS INDEED A VERY OLD MANSION COMPLETE WITH OVERGROWN DEAD VINES, ARCHAIC WINDOW DESIGNS AND IT WOULDN’T SURPRISE HER, YEP THERE THEY WERE, GARGOYLES ON THE CORNERS OF THE THIRD FLOOR
“I SMELL OLD MONEY. “SVETLANA THOUGHT TO HERSELF” THOUGH SHE KNEW IT WAS A WASTE OF TIME, SHE COULDN’T HELP BUT FANTASIZE OF TURNING OUT THE RICH OLD GEEZER THAT WAS SURE TO LIVE HERE, MARRY HIM, FUCK HIM INTO THE AFTERLIFE AND LIVE OUT HER DAYS AS A RICH WIDOW. SHE WASN’T GREEDY. SHE DIDN’T WANT SOME GLAMOROUS LIFE STYLE. SHE JUST WANTED TO BE COMFORTABLE AND GIVE UP HER CURRENT LIFE ON HER BACK. SHE WAS ONLY 23 BUT ALREADY THIS LIFE WEIGHED HER DOWN, NOT SO MUCH THE SEX GOD NO, SHE LOVED TO FUCK IT WAS THE FEELING THAT HER LIFE WAS NOT HER OWN. THAT SHE WOULD ALWAYS HAVE TO ANSWER TO SOMEONE, A BOSS, A PIMP IT DIDN’T MATTER AND SHE WAS ALREADY SICK OF IT. NO SHE WAS MEANT FOR BETTER THINGS THAN THIS.
SHE WALKED UP THE DARK GREY STEPS TO THE DOUBLE DOORS. BOLDLY SHE LET HERSELF IN AND WALKED THROUGH A SHORT HALLWAY THAT OPENED UP INTO A LARGE FOYER. THERE, SITTING IN AN ELABORATELY CARVED WOODEN WHEEL CHAIR, WAS AN ELDERLY MAN THAT LOOKED LIKE HE COULD BE OLDER THAN THE HOUSE BY A HUNDRED YEARS. “SVETLANA DARLING, I THINK YOU JUST HIT THE JACKPOT,” SHE WHISPERED TO HERSELF.
“YOU’RE NOT THE USUAL GIRL!” GRUMBLED THE OLD MAN. SLOWLY AND DELIBERATELY SVETLANA WALKED OVER AND IN A SMOOTH CASUAL MOTION UNDID THE FRONT BUTTONS TO HER TRENCH COAT. SHE LEANED DOWN AND OFFERED HER HAND TO THE OLD MAN, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME GIVING HIM A FULL VIEW OF HER LARGE 36DD BREASTS AS THEY PUSHED THRU THE FRONT OF HER OPEN COAT. THE BLACK SILKEN TOP PIECE TO HER MAIDS OUTFIT STRAINED AGAINST THEIR MASSIVENESS.
“MY NAME IS SVETLANA MR. POTTERSON. YOUR USUAL GIRL MARCY COULDN’T MAKE IT TODAY SO SHE ASKED ME TO TAKE CARE OF YOU”.
MR. POTTERSON IGNORED HER OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND GAVE NO NOTICEABLE REACTION TO THE OBVIOUS DISPLAY OF HER WOMANLY ASSETS. “MARGOS SICK EH?!” HE MUMBLED IN A GRAVELLY VOICE THAT PROBABLY CAME FROM A LIFE TIME OF SMOKING. “I’M NOT SURPRISED. LAST TIME SHE WAS HERE SHE LOOKED A LITTLE GREEN AROUND THE GILLS.” MR. POTTERSON LOOKED DOWN AT HER BAG AND THEN BACK AT SVETLANA “YOU TRAVEL A LOT LIGHTER THAN SHE DOES BUT I GUESS THAT’S NO NEVER MIND. ALL I NEED TODAY IS SOME LIGHT CLEANING FOR SOME GUESTS I WILL BE ENTERTAINING THIS EVENING.”
STILL HOLDING HER HAND OUT SVETLANA WAS SLOWLY REALIZING THAT A MISTAKE HAD DEFINITELY BEEN MADE. THE COMPANY THAT SVETLANA WORKED FOR WAS IN FACT, A CALL GIRL SERVICE. IN ORDER TO KEEP UP THE APPEARANCE OF A LEGITIMATE BUSINESS, THEY ALSO RAN AN ACTUAL MAID CLEANING SERVICE ON THE SIDE. WHILE SVETLANA WAS INDEED ASKED TO COVER FOR MARCY THIS EVENING, SHE WAS INSTEAD, BY MISTAKE SENT TO COVER FOR MARGO, AN ACTUAL CLEANING LADY WHO WAS DOWN WITH THE FLU.
“FUCKING CARLOS. THAT IDIOT COULD FUCK UP RAMEN SOUP.” WHY OH WHY HE WAS PLACED IN CHARGE OF DISPATCHING THE GIRLS WAS BEYOND HER. STILL THIS MIGHT BE AN OPPORTUNITY FOR HER IF SHE PLAYED HER CARDS RIGHT.
WITH A THROATY GRUNT AND THE WHIRRING MOTOR SOUND OF HIS WHEEL CHAIR, MR.POTTERSON SPUN AROUND AND MOTIONED HER TO FOLLOW HIM. HE LED HER INTO AN ADJACENT ROOM THAT WAS ONLY SLIGHTLY BETTER LIT THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE. IT WAS LARGER THAN THE GREETING ROOM SHE HAD JUST BEEN IN AND THERE WERE A LOT MORE ITEMS AND PAINTINGS. IT WAS ALMOST TO THE POINT WHERE IT LOOKED CLUTTERED.
“I WON’T BE NEEDING ANYTHING TOO THOROUGH OR HEAVY JUST SOME SIMPLE DUSTING AND SWEEPING.” THE OLD MAN DIRECTED HER. SHE LOOKED AROUND, MESMERIZED BY THE OBJECTS IN THE ROOM. SOME WERE SIMPLE BUT STILL VALUABLE THINGS YOU WOULD EXPECT AN OLD HOUSE LIKE THIS TO HAVE. THERE WERE MANY OBJECTS THAT WHILE AESTHETICALLY BEAUTIFUL, SHE DID NOT RECOGNIZE OR COULD NOT DISCERN THERE FUNCTION. FINALLY HER GAZE WAS DRAWN TO A LARGE ITEM IN THE CENTER OF THE ROOM. IT WAS COVERED IN A THICK OFF WHITE SHEET BUT SHE COULD TELL IT WAS WIDE AND MASSIVE. SHE COULDN’T EXPLAIN IT BUT THIS ONE DREW HER CURIOSITY ABOVE ALL THE OTHER THINGS IN THE ROOM, PROBABLY BECAUSE IT WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT WAS COVERED UP.
“OK MR. POTTERSON. SVETLANA WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU.” IT WAS TIME TO MAKE HER BID. SHAKING THE TRENCH COAT TO SLIDE OFF HER SHOULDERS, SHE REVEALED HER GORGEOUS, CURVY BODY CLAD ONLY IN THE SKIMPIEST MAID OUTFIT EVER DESIGNED BY MAN OR WOMAN. BENDING AT THE WAIST SHE REACHED INTO HER BAG AND FISHED OUT A FEATHER DUSTER. SHE REALIZED THAT SHE WAS FINALLY GOING TO BE USING THIS THING FOR WHAT IT WAS INTENDED FOR. THIS AMUSED HER AND BROUGHT A GENUINE SMILE TO HER LIPS. WITH GYRATING HIPS AND A SEDUCTIVE LOOK CAST AT MR. POTTERSON, SHE WALKED TO THE CENTER OF THE ROOM, PAUSED AND STOOD IN FRONT OF THE LARGE CLOTH COVERED MYSTERY.
“AH, I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE MIRRORS OF TAZUN THUNE!” THE OLD MAN ANNOUNCED. “A TRULY ANCIENT ARTIFACT SAID TO PREDATE THE SINKING OF ATLANTIS.”
SVETLANA WAS GENUINELY STARTLED. SO FOCUSED WAS SHE THAT SHE HADN’T SEEN HIM WHEEL UP NEXT TO HER. HE REACHED OUT WITH A TREMBLING ARM AND GRASPED THE CLOTH. FOR A MOMENT HE STRUGGLED BUT THE COVER FELL TO THE FLOOR WITH A PUFF OF DUST. SVETLANA’S EYES WIDENED AT THE AMAZING ARTIFACT IN FRONT OF HER.
“IT IS SAID THAT IF YOU GAZE INTO ITS DEPTH LONG ENOUGH IT CAN SHOW YOU THE MOST DELIGHTFUL VISIONS, HIDDEN DESIRES AND ……FOR SOME, THE DARKNESS AND CONFLICT WITHIN THEMSELVES.” HIS VOICE BROKE AS HE FINISHED HIS SENTENCE. HE COUGHED AND CLEARED HIS GULLET AND CONTINUED “I WOULD SUGGEST MY DEAR, KEEPING YOUR MIND AT THE TASK AT HAND AND NOT SPEND TOO MUCH TIME SIGHTSEEING.” AT THIS HE TURNED AND WHEELED AWAY LEAVING SVETLANA ALONE IN THE DUSTY OLD ROOM.
SHE WATCHED HIM GO AND AFTER A FEW MOMENTS SHE LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM AGAIN AND SIGHED. SHE CONSIDERED SIMPLY LEAVING. THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL SHE WAS ABOUT GO FROM CALL GIRL TO CLEANING LADY. FOR CHRIST SAKE SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GOING IN THE OTHER DIRECTION IN HER LIFE. SHE POUTED TO HERSELF AND OUT OF THE CORNER OF HER EYE SHE THOUGHT SHE SAW SOMETHING MOVE. SHE QUICKLY TURNED TO SEE WHAT IT WAS BUT SAW NOTHING BUT THE MIRROR AND HER OWN REFLECTION STARING BACK AT HER. SHE SPUN AND STARED AT HERSELF, ADMIRING HOW GOOD SHE LOOKED IN THIS FULL LENGTH RELIC OF A BYGONE ERA. SHE COCKED HER HEAD TO THE SIDE AND WONDERED IF A QUEEN OR A KING HAD EVER STOOD BEFORE THIS MIRROR AND GAZED INTO ITS SHIMMERING REFLECTION A SHE DID NOW OR PERHAPS SOME GREAT EMPEROR OR SIGNIFICANT HISTORICAL FIGURE THAT WAS NOW LONG SINCE DUST AND FORGOTTEN.
FOR SOME REASON SHE COULD NOT EXPLAIN, SHE STOOD TRANSFIXED BY THE REFLECTION. SHE KNEW IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE BUT SHE WOULD SWEAR THAT HER IMAGE, JUST HER WAS SHARPER THAN ANYTHING ELSE THAT WAS BEING REFLECTED. IT WAS AS IF THE MIRROR ONLY FOCUSED ON HER AND NOTHING ELSE IN THE ROOM AND SHE QUICKLY LOST ALL INTEREST IN LEAVING. TIME SEEMED TO SLOW OR STOP, SHE WAS NO LONGER SURE. SHE WAS NO LONGER CERTAIN HOW LONG SHE WAS EVEN STANDING THERE BUT IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN MORE THAN A MINUTE OR SO. YET IT FELT LIKE AN ETERNITY.
FINALLY SHE REACHED OUT WITH HER HAND, DARING TO TOUCH THE CRYSTAL LIKE SURFACE THAT SHIMMERED AND SWIRLED WITHOUT EVER LOSING FOCUS OF HER REFLECTION. AS HER HAND REACHED OUT SHE WAS CONVINCED THAT HER SENSES BETRAYED HER, WHERE SHE EXPECTED TO FEEL THE SURFACE SHE FELT NOTHING, AS IF HER HAND WAS GOING INTO THE MIRROR. WHEN HER FINGER TIPS FINELY DID TOUCHED THE SURFACE SHE FELT A WAVE OF RELIEF FOR HER SANITY.
THIS IS CRAZY SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF AND A WASTE OF TIME BUT SHE COULDN’T PULL AWAY AND AT THIS POINT SHE COULDN’T TELL IF IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WAS FROZEN AGAINST HER WILL OR IF SHE SIMPLY SUBCONSCIOUSLY DID NOT WANT TO TEAR HER GAZE AWAY FROM THOSE EYES, SOMETHING ABOUT THOSE EYES LOOKING BACK AT HER! SUDDENLY SHE REALIZED THE IMPOSSIBLE WAS HAPPENING. HER REFLECTION GRASPED THE HAND SHE WAS TOUCHING IT WITH AND LIKE A WHISPER IN HER MIND SHE HEARD THE OTHER WOMAN SAY THRU FROZEN LIPS..
“COME TO ME.”
SVETLANA FELT AS IF IN SHE WAS IN A TRANCE, FEELING HERSELF BEING PULLED INTO THE MIRROR GENTLY BUT FIRMLY BY WHAT APPEARED TO BE HER OWN REFLECTION. SHE KNEW THIS WAS IMPOSSIBLE THAT SHE MUST BE DREAMING AND THAT SOON SHE WOULD WAKE UP BUT THIS WAS WRONG, SOMETHING DEEP DOWN INSIDE HER TOLD HER TO RESIST AND FIGHTING LIKE A CORNERED ANIMAL SHE FORCED HERSELF AWAKE. SHE ATTEMPTED TO PULL AWAY FROM HER REFLECTIONS GRIP BUT IT WAS LIKE STEEL LIKE FINGER LOCKED ENTWINED IN HERS. SHE LOOKED AT HER COUNTERPART AND THE SMILE ON HER FACE CHANGED TO ONE OF IRRITATION BUT PURPOSE. INSTINCTIVELY SVETLANA LASHED OUT STRIKING AT HER REFLECTION, THE BLOW SNAPPED HER TWINS HEAD SHARPLY TO THE LEFT. WHEN SHE TURNED BACK TO STARE AT SVETLANA SHE COULD SEE THAT SHE’D LEFT LIGHT A TWO INCH THIN SCRATCH ALONG HER JAW LINE. HER STRIKE HAD EFFECTIVELY BROKEN HER REFLECTIONS HOLD AND SVETLANA GASPED A SHE SUCCESSFULLY PULLED AWAY. HER RELIEF WAS SHORT LIVED AS HER REFLECTION SUDDENLY STRUCK HER BACK.
SVETLANA STARED BACK AT HERSELF IN WIDE EYED DISBELIEF HOLDING HER HAND TO HER NOW BURNING CHEEK, DESPITE THE INCREDIBLE CIRCUMSTANCE AND UNBELIEVABLE SITUATION SHE FOUND HERSELF IN THERE WAS ONE THING THAT SVETLANA UNDERSTOOD PERFECTLY WELL, IN HER WORLD WHEN A BITCH HAULS OFF AND SLAPS YOU…YOU KNOCK HER TITS IN THE DIRT WHETHER SHE IS YOUR TWIN OR NOT!
