Come Sin With Me!

Niki didn’t get upset. Niki cleaned.

The ironic twist was that Niki hated cleaning.

And Niki hated irony.

Really, at the moment, she hated pretty much everything. Including herself.

“Aww, that hurts my feelings,” Jessica said sarcastically from out of the TV screen, currently turned off. Picking up a remote, Niki turned the TV on. Jessica’s reflection had to shout to be heard over the news anchor that filled the screen. “You clean up nice, Niki!”

Niki blushed. As of late, probably because she knew it bothered her, Jessica’s usual taunts had gone past the familiar and into sexual territory. Which was just bitchy of her. Ever since D.L. had taken Micah (good decision, best thing for all three of them, really), Jessica, to paraphrase the song, couldn’t get no satisfaction. Dating was out of the question, masturbation left her feeling… vaguely Catholic, since Jessica liked to giggle in her ear whenever she was starting to really get into it. She couldn’t even use the Internet stripping as an outlet… which was really pathetic (she scrubbed harder). Admittedly, taking orders from someone with a broadband connection and a Paypal account wasn’t the healthiest way to get your jollies, but it was better than walking around as a bundle of sexual tension.

“I think you’re pretty, Nick-key,” Jessica teased, sing-song, from the reflection in Niki’s bucket. Niki buried her mop in her reflection’s skull.

After getting out of prison, Niki and D.L. had had a long talk and decided that the best thing would be for him to take Micah and go. Keep the house. Niki had landed herself (well, Jessica had landed themselves) in a posh apartment above one of Linderman’s casinos. Technically speaking, Niki could’ve let the cleaning staff wash it, but then she’d have nothing to do. And then there’d be nothing to distract her from the fact that she was a kept woman. A kept woman in her own body.

“You wanna go back to stripping for Internet perverts?” Jessica asked from the slick-shined tiles. Niki painted more and more of her floor-length reflection with the mops, revealing the sculpted face, bare chest… soon, Niki realized that unlike her, her reflection was wearing nothing. “We’re respectable now.”

“We kill people!”

“That’s not fair,” Jessica argued. “Sometimes I just maim.”

“Yeah, you’re great,” Niki said, turning around her mop to poke Jessica with the handle. “I bet Dad would be so proud.”

Jessica winced and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t. Don’t you dare. You know, I’m starting to think you don’t appreciate me. I think it’s time we revaluate our relationship.”

Niki felt the familiar swoon of Jessica taking over, the sensation of being pulled back down a tunnel built behind her eyes. Time passed in the blink of an eye. She felt her body shifting to her other’s control, razor-lipped smile growing across her face, the promise of sex and violence contorting her body, a look of keen hunger entering her eyes. The elastic sensation of being yanked backward ended with the elasticity snapping. Niki opened already-open eyes.

She was lying on the bed, dressed in some sort of… evening dress. An evening dress way too classy to be worn by Jessica; the hemline came down to her ankles. It looked good. She looked at her reflection in the mirror on her vanity. It looked damn good. Especially on Jessica, who flaunted her curves at Niki with sadistic playfulness. Fearing the worst, Niki turned over. There was no one and nothing on the other side of the bed but a mint. Jessica had gotten the maids to do room service. It seemed especially petty revenge for Jessica… that and apparently buying a new dress made for a disturbingly low-key black-out.

“All dressed-up and no place to go?” Niki asked, watching Jessica mouth the words along with her.

The phone rang, making Niki almost jump out of her skin. Sighing at how high-strung Jessica had managed to provoke her into being, Niki picked up the phone.

“Hello, this is Saunders speaking.”

“Yes, Miss Saunders,” great, the man on the other end of the line would be no help in figuring out if he wanted to speak to Niki or Jessica, “I was just calling to confirm your reservation, as you requested.”

Jessica’s reflection squirmed with excitement, a badass smirk directed at Niki.

“Reservation? What reservation?”

Niki could feel the man’s patronizing smile through the phone lines. “Seven o’clock. At Dorsia.”

---

After writing down the directions from the maitre d’ (who felt the need to remind her that there was a strict dress code), Niki resigned herself to whatever Jessica had planned. She couldn’t deny her anymore. What was the point? Besides, there was always the slim chance that Jessica would leave wriggle room in whatever nefarious scheme she had cooked up, allowing Niki to junk up the works.

As it turned out, Dorsia was a perfectly respectable establishment. She had been expecting Satanic rites and screenings of Uwe Boll films. Instead, a waiter promptly showed her to her table.

“Table for one?” he asked needlessly, raising an eyebrow. “If you need company, I get off at…”

“Helpful hint,” Niki snapped. “When a girl meets a guy who has to put on a fake French accent to seem interesting, the first thing she thinks is that he doesn’t have anything that’s really of interest.”

The waiter bloomed red and finished seating Niki, then ran off to find Niki a new waiter. Niki sighed and rubbed her temples. He’d seemed like a nice enough guy. Jessica must be rubbing off on her.

“About time, too,” Jessica said in the concave reflection of a spoon. “I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to learn nothing.”

“At least I’ve learned not to use double negatives.” Childishly, Niki hung the silver spoon off her nose. “So, what’s the plan this time? I just… eat alone at a fancy restaurant?”

“No. You eat with me. We need to talk.”

“Waiter,” Niki called. “Bring me a bottle of wine.”

“What kind?”

“The good stuff,” Niki almost said, but Jessica beat her to the punch and said through her mouth, “Blanc de Noir. Anything made before 2003.”

“Of course, madam.” The new waiter did an officious bow and hurried off to get her order.

Niki picked the spoon back up and stared at her reflection. “You drink wine?”

“I drink a lot of things,” Jessica said, noncommittal.

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?”

“Us. Our relationship.”

The waiter set the wine bottle down and Jessica stepped into the reflection on the glass, her visage now dark as night. Niki waited patiently as the waiter opened the bottle for her and poured her a glass. She took a sip and dismissed the waiter, then gave her reflection another look. Jessica was running a finger ‘round and ‘round the rim of her wineglass.

“Exquisite taste, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Good. Glad we can agree on something. Besides our taste in women, of course.”

Niki swallowed and bloomed red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I like men and you just like killing people. What do women…”

“Us. We’re women. We relate as women. Don’t we? That’s why I planned this romantic little evening for us. So you won’t be so lonely.”

“Oh. Is that ever rich. You and me? No way. Not happening.”

“Happening every goddamn day, Niki.” Jessica put her feet up on the table, the dress spilling down her long legs. “It makes perfect sense, once you think about it. I want to be the career woman, you want to be the stay-at-home mom. Together, we’re the perfect power couple. Like the Good Book says… be as one flesh.”

“You quoting Scripture? I’m surprised lightning hasn’t struck yet.”

“I’m serious.” Jessica toasted Niki, who felt her arm, of its own accord, moving to pick up the wineglass and shotgun it down her throat. “I love you. I love every bit of you. I love how you’ve held me inside you for so long, like a child inside the womb, waiting to be born. But now the cat’s out of the bag, Pandora’s out of the box, and I don’t want to be shoved back in. So we have to make the best of it.”

Niki felt warmth rising in her cheeks. Just the wine or…?

Jessica was touching herself, hugging her arms around her chest, caressing her upper arms. “How I wish I could be there for you, touch you like this. Instead of being trapped in this… half-life. But I’m going to take care of you like you took care of me. Please, let me shoulder some of the burden. Please.”

Niki closed her eyes. “No. No, I won’t let you in. You’re not part of my life.”

“I love you!” Jessica pleaded, incorporeal, the disembodied voice seeming to come from all around her. “All I am is love for you! There is nothing else left of me but the love I feel for you! All for you!”

“Please,” Niki begged, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please just go away. I was happier with you gone.”

When Niki opened her eyes, the reflection in her empty wineglass was so faint it might as well be a shade. She paid by check and left without eating.

---

The apartment seemed even emptier than usual when Niki got home. At least when Jessica was there, she had someone to talk to. Despondent, Niki drew a warm bath and soaked, letting the warmth ease the tension out of her body. Head tilted back, eyes closed, she drifted half to sleep. Then she smiled.

“I know you’re there, Jess. I can feel you watching me.”

She heard a sloshing from the other end of the tub. In her mind’s eye, Niki imagined Jessica sitting across from her.

“You didn’t really mean those things you said, did you?” Jessica asked, both accusing and a little plaintive.

“No. I was angry. And I had every right to be. You say you want us to be partners in this, yet it’s always you making the decisions.”

More sloshing as water was disturbed. She imagined Jessica floating towards her. “I thought that was what you wanted. Not having to worry about the little things. Just free to… enjoy life.”

Niki felt a washcloth running over her arm, rinsing her skin. She felt numb in her own body, divorced from control but still able to process sensation. Somehow, she and Jessica were sharing their body at the same time.

“I want to enjoy life. And I do appreciate the things you do for me. But I want a say in the matter. And I want you to stop hurting people.”

“Bad people,” Jessica argued, wringing the washcloth out so that the water cleaned the soap suds off Niki’s skin. “I only hurt bad people.”

“And D.L.? You framed him for a crime he didn’t commit.”

“He was coming between us,” Jessica said vehemently. “I’m not going to share you, Niki! You’re mine. We belong together. I reacted just as you would if someone were trying to steal him away. He didn’t love you anyway. If he did, he would love me too, instead of just… the weak, vulnerable facade you present to the world. No offense.”

“None taken,” Niki said, arcing into Jessica’s touch as the washcloth rubbed her chest.

“Besides, he wasn’t there for you that much before he went to prison anyway. I was. That voice that comforted you in the night, the warmth you felt as you slept… that was me…”

Niki gasped as she felt Jessica’s body pressing against her. She heard a noise as shampoo was squeezed from the bottle and then Jessica started massaging it into her scalp.

“Weren’t we so good together?” Jessica asked.

“Yes. We were. But I think we still have to set a few boundaries. I know you’re stronger than me, so if you really respect me, you’ll…”

“Niki, what are you doing?” Jessica abruptly found herself sitting alone in the bathtub, Niki gone from their shared body.

“Just settling a few old accounts,” Niki’s disembodied voice whispered. “Turn over.”

Jessica did so.

“That’s good. Now raise your ass up so that it’s just touching the surface of the water.”

Bracing herself against the lip of the tub, Jessica got up on her knees and raised her ass. She felt a hand moving across the bubble of it.

“Damn. I normally don’t get to see myself from this angle. It’s flattering.”

“Niki, please, tell me what you’re doing.”

Somewhere off in space, Niki smiled. “I’m punishing you.”

A slapping sound filled the room as Jessica’s ass jerked downwards. Jessica looked over her shoulder to see her left asscheeks reddening in the shape of a handprint.

“Niki?”

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Jess. Haven’t you?”

Jessica smiled and raised her ass against the surface again. “Very, very bad.”

Another resounding slap to her rump. Jessica cried out in mingled pain and pleasure.

“You think I’m doing this for your enjoyment!?” Niki yelled, dominating, stringent. If Jessica were wearing pants, she’d be creaming them. “Stop having fun, Jessica. Or I’ll have to get really mean.”

“We wouldn’t want that…”

Two more quick slaps, making her buck and moan. “And no backtalk either! Or you won’t get any dessert later…”

Jessica felt hands soothing her ass, tantalizingly running up her buttocks and down her thighs, slipping up towards her pussy. She bit her lip. Goddamn, Niki knew what she was doing. When the hell did she learn so much sex?

Another smack. They grew up so fast…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sustained spanking, the invisible hand coming down hard again and again, splashing up droplets of bathwater that fell down across her back and shoulders.

“Say you’re sorry, Jessica!”

“I’m sorry!” Jessica moaned, finding that when she was spanked hard enough, her body jerked all the way to the bottom of the tub, jabbing her sensitive pussy against the bathtub stopper’s chain, drifting kelp-like in the current generated by her motion.

“Say I’m the one in control, Jessica.”

Jessica was torn between the desire to continue being spanked and the desire to see where Niki was going to take this. Her curiosity won out.

“You’re in control, Niki!”

The spanking stopped, at least for the moment. Sighing, Niki dipped her sore ass beneath the water. Then she started as strong hands began to knead her firm globes. She winced and enjoyed in equal degree. The hands were both aggravating her aching behind and stimulating her.

“Say it again,” Niki whispered from the water directly below Jessica’s face.

Jessica moved down so that her face was one centimeter away from her reflection. “You’re in control, Niki.”

Niki leaned forward and kissed her, biting her lips before dragging Jessica down into the water. The water itself seemed to caress her, tweaking her nipples, massaging her curves, making her fidget and moan, weightless. Spinning around, Jessica came up for air. As soon as she did, Niki disappeared. Jessica took a deep breath and submerged herself again. The sight was practically Lynchian. Niki only seemed to exist under the water, not above it.

“No wonder you want me,” Niki said, her words muffled, as if from somewhere far away. She was holding Jessica’s head under the water. “Despite all that strength, you need discipline. Or should I say ‘to be disciplined’? Ever want what you can’t have?”

She let Jessica up, her reflection flipping back underwater as the alter-ego gulped in air.

“Again!” Jessica said when she caught her breath. “Longer!”

Niki dunked Jessica, holding her in place until Jessica's will ran out and she started to struggle. Then Niki pulled her other out of the water and kissed her, feeding air to Jessica out of her own lungs. It was the sweetest thing Jessica had ever breathed.

Her own hands grabbed her and pulled her under, slipping a finger between her still glowing pink asscheeks. Jessica gasped out the breath she was holding as her tiny asshole was invaded. Another hand (she was losing track of them; which were real and which were reflections) pulled her up by the hair. She spat up water and realized one of her arms was hammer-locked behind her back, probing herself.

“I’ve always wondered about the appeal of anal sex,” Niki said conversationally, the reflection of her hand moving over the water that clung to Jessica’s body in a sheen. “And how many fingers I could take. Tell me, how many do you think will fit?”

“M-m-more!” Jessica whimpered, shivering.

“Good answer.” Another finger moved inside of Jessica, making her groan. Her breathing became more rapid and she felt her ass clench against the unexpected invasion. “Relax your ass.”

Jessica jerked and slipped when yet another finger was added. She managed to catch herself on the rim of the tub, letting out a drawn-out moan as her anus was stretched further open.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck yes! I’m your bitch!” Jessica called, the loudness making the water shudder. “Fuck me! Fuck your bitch!”

Whoa Niki thought to herself. She must really be gagging for it.

Approving of the split personality’s initiative, Niki dragged her under the water again, holding Jessica there until she turned blue. When she finally let her up, the reflection hung onto Jessica’s nipples, drawing her breasts out into elongated cones. Jessica moaned in approval of the pain. She raised her ass out of the water and thrust it back down against the surface so that her cunt slapped against its reflection.

“Please, mistress,” Jessica said. “Please, I’m so close! Fucking hell, I’m so fucking close to coming!”

Niki smiled as their unusual coitus progressed. She switched on the massaging jets. Jessica screamed in delight as arms spread her thighs open and shoved her bare pussy against one of the water jets.

“Ohhhhh! OHHHHHHH! YESYESYESYES! I’m COMIIIIIING!”

“You’re mine,” Niki whispered in her ear, holding Jessica in her arms as they rode out their orgasm together.

---

“So, what’ve we learned today?” Niki asked. She was lying on her back in bed, staring up at the ceiling-mounted mirror, where Jessica’s reflection straddled her own.

“That we can take at least four fingers up our ass?”

“No, but that is good to know.”

“That baths are much more fun than showers?”

“No, but getting warmer.”

“I give up.”

“That we work best as a team. Whether in bed or in life.”

Jessica sighed and rubbed Niki’s stomach. “So no more assassinations?”

“’Fraid not.”

“But it’s so easy! And I’m so good at it!”

“Jessica,” Niki said warningly.

“Fine. But next time, I get to be the one finger-fucking your ass.”

“It’s a date.”