Doppelganger

Amanda felt a flash of pain as the pen-light quickly swept across her eyes. The doctor was holding her head, examining her closely. She smelled the fragrance of his aftershave, enjoying how it made her feel.

"You feel ok now? No headaches or blurry vision?" he asked.

"No," she answered. "I feel fine."

"That was a pretty bad accident you had. I'm surprised you've recovered from the head trauma so quickly. I'd like to do more tests, but you seem to have recovered well." The doctor pulled away, putting the light into the pocket of his white lab coat, exchanging it for a pen, then making notes on her chart.

"Well, I can tell you I still don't remember much about the accident, if that makes you feel any better. The police showed me pictures of the car, so I know I was in one."

"And I think the hospital records would confirm that, being in here for a week and all," he laughed. "But, I have to say you're doing very well as far as I can tell. It's only been a month, but you've progressed really well." He put the clipboard aside and stood. "We'll look at you again in two months for a follow-up. But other than that, you're free to work, drive, and all that."

"You sure you can't keep me out of work?" she asked, trying to look pouty and sad.

"I'm afraid not, Amanda," he sighed. His soft, genuine smile stretched across his face, making her wonder if she should ask him out. She was single, after all, and definitely available. But she was way too shy to ever be so brazen. She blushed, hoping that maybe he would ask her out. When he got out of his chair, all her hope was dashed. When he left, she quickly got dressed and left the hospital in a taxi, heading home.

*****

She was startled awake by her cell phone ringing and picked it up, groggily, without even noticing who it was. "Hello?"

"Hey. It's Jenna. How're you feeling?"

"Oh, hey! I'm doing ok... no problems... The doctor cleared me for work."

"Good. Gab and I wanted to take you out tonight... it's been a while. And there's this hypnotist show at the comedy club tonight that we thought you'd like to see."

"A hypnotist?" Amanda sounded surprised.

"Mmhmm... and he's supposed to be hilarious!"

*****

Amanda sat on the stage with a man and a woman nearby, calm, her eyes closed. She briefly wondered how she got up there, but remembered how quick her friends were to volunteer her when the hypnotist asked for volunteers. He'd been pretty tame, yet funny with the people he'd hypnotized so far, so she wasn't too scared. She briefly remembered shaking his hand in greeting as she walked up onto the stage and then feeling the effects of his voice as she quickly dozed off. Suddenly, his slow-tempo voice made her concentrate on him again and leave her memories behind.

His voice was so deep and gentle, she couldn't help but want to listen to it. She couldn't help but to do what it said, no matter how strange it seemed. She walked into the dressing room that he'd made her imagine, took off her clothes and examined her body in the imagined mirror. She put on the new clothes that he described, clothes that now seemed so real to her. She'd never wear clothes like that in real life, they were far too flashy, too sexual. She looked in the imagined mirror and cringed at the amount of skin she was showing. It felt so wrong.

But the more he talked, the more she believed, the more she accepted.

He told her that the new clothes were not only changing her outward appearance, but they were changing her emotions, her inhibitions, and her actions. He made her outfit release her flirtatious, sexy self, and when she was finally dressed, she moved about the stage expressing her new self. She didn't remember specifically what she did, since he told her not to remember it, told her it wasn't important, so it was easily forgotten.

Something about this new self was hurting her head, though. A headache was building up that surprised her. It was making it harder and harder to concentrate on him and she knew he felt it. After a time, he drew her back into the dressing room and started to relax and reassure her. She didn't know what it was... if it was something he said or if it was something she did, but all of the sudden, everything felt right and ok. The pain just disappeared.

He directed her to remove her sexy, flirtatious, uninhibited clothing and self and to put them away, returning to her normal clothes and self. But as she stared in the mirror, she realized she didn't want to. In her imagination, she put her normal clothes on over the sexy outfit. She covered the flashy, sexy clothing with her dull, lifeless clothes... buried the uninhibited feelings behind a wall... awoke... and forgot.

The crowd was clapping loudly, cheering and whistling as the three volunteers on stage opened their eyes and became aware again. The hypnotist thanked each one, getting the crowd to applaud for each before a female assistant escorted them all off the stage and back to their seats, concluding the show.

Surprisingly, both Jenna and Gab were smiling broadly and laughing at her as she was ushered back to her seat.

"Uh oh, what did he make me do?" she asked smiling herself, checking her clothing to make sure everything was in place.

"Oh.... nothing too strange," Jenna said, laughing as Gab began to laugh once again.

Amanda shook her head in disbelief for a moment and felt the pain coming again... the headache. She raised her hand, wondering if she'd be able to feel the throbbing in her skull. She looked around the room, wondering where the bathroom was and excused herself from her companions. She walked up to the hostess who pointed out the doors to the side.

She slipped in the door and over to the sinks. Turning on the water and closing her eyes she splashed her face. Surprisingly, the pain went away immediately.

The mirror was large behind the water basins and she looked at her image as the hot water ran over her hands. Without a thought she applied soap, taking a long look at her eyes, verifying the redness there, the darker skin ringed underneath them reflecting her difficulty sleeping lately. She saw movement behind her as another club patron stood behind her, adjusting her make-up or something. Amanda paid her no mind for a moment, as she checked her own make-up.

The woman behind her moved again, catching her attention. Trying to look at her secretly through glances at the mirror, she watched as the woman slowly, almost teasingly, lifted the hem of her short, red dress, baring her long legs and black, elastic top stockings. The woman seemed to want her to watch as she slowly stroked first her stocking, and then higher up her leg, her fingertips and long nails grazing along the flesh of her inner thigh. Her nails were tipped with red nail polish, making them bold and sexy. She watched as they curled and again lengthened, stroking her soft skin.

Amanda couldn't believe what she was seeing, but was unable to look away. She felt her face flush when she saw the woman's hand graze her lacy panties and her fingers trace lines over her mound. They moved in a complicated pattern, circling and stroking, moving over and around her clitoris and then down across her labia and between her legs. She watched as a single fingertip was used to slowly and obviously circle her clit. She heard the woman gasp and felt a shiver through her own body. The woman's hand slowly moved up to her abdomen, sliding along the waistband of her panties, teasingly, and then eased beneath the thin material. Her fingers slowly stroked the hidden flesh as she started to masturbate, moaning and panting softly.

Her fingers were slightly visible beneath her black, lace panties and Amanda could easily tell when her fingers slipped into her wet pussy. She could hear her own breathing getting faster and more pronounced, almost matching the woman's. The woman groaned more loudly as she roughly pushed several fingers up inside her, thrusting her hips forward at the same time. She thrust again and again, each punctuated with a loud gasp.

There was no hiding it now, Amanda knew that this woman was obviously masturbating for her, wanting her to witness it. Where she herself was shy, hiding in the dark to even think of such a thing, this woman did it openly, daringly, wanting people to see her. Amanda couldn't believe someone could be so brazen about their sexuality, and it excited her.

The woman pulled her panties aside, exposing herself. Amanda could see her engorged labia surrounding and holding her fingers inside her as they thrust again and again. She could see her bare mons, her clit now very evident and exposed.

"Oh god," the woman panted. "Yes... watch me... I love it when you watch me cum." Her moaning became louder, her panting and grunts becoming far more sporadic as her orgasm peaked. While Amanda was ashamed when she masturbated and hid it, this woman brazenly exposed herself to a perfect stranger and used it to help her orgasm. She sucked Amanda into her world and used Amanda as a sexual play toy.

Her hand moved rapidly now and her moaning became one long sound. The woman's legs were shaking a little, her body quivering in the final throws of ecstasy. Her hips jerked, her orgasm washing over her as her juices dripped onto her hand and down her legs. With a huff, she withdrew her fingers and slid them around her mound, painting her juices over her bare pussy.

Amanda gulped, suddenly aware of the embarrassing position she was in. She looked away from the woman and looked fretfully the other way, grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser. The woman was still moaning behind her and Amanda wondered how'd she be able to extract herself from this situation. She suddenly felt the woman's arms wrap around her, felt her chin nestle on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, too embarrassed to even move.

She felt the woman's hands stroking her abdomen, sliding up and onto her breasts. She was a strong woman, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples through the layers of material that covered them. Amanda didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but this woman was turning her on. One arm held her fast around her waist, holding her against the woman, while her other hand stroked Amanda's ass. She jumped in surprise when the woman pushed her hand beneath her skirt and stroked her stocking-covered thigh. Amanda's hips moved of their own accord, pushing back into the woman's hand. Her legs widened, as if her body was seemingly offering itself to her.

She felt the coolness of the air as the hem of her dress was lifted above her waist and her panties pulled down. The woman's fingers were stroking her bare ass, her fingers sliding into the crack of her ass, moving down until she felt a fingertip teasingly circle her asshole. She suddenly opened her eyes, her body stiffening in shock. She tried to pull away, but the woman's grip was too strong. The finger pierced her ass, sliding inside her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she looked at the woman... locked eyes with her in the mirror. They were familiar eyes... set in a deviously grinning face that looked all to familiar.

When two fingers pierced her pussy and started fucking both her ass and pussy at the same time she felt pleasures she'd never felt before. Her body was on fire, tortured and ravaged by this mysteriously familiar woman. Her black hair sharply contrasted Amanda's light brown... her low-cut, short, red, body-curving dress contrasted with her own navy, conservative one.

She felt so much pleasure coursing through her it became harder to think, harder to move, to protest. Her body was on fire and she felt it overheating quickly, near it's boiling point. And, just as her orgasm peaked, just as her eyes shut, her mouth opened wide in a groan of absolute abandon, her body tightened inviting and encouraging the pleasure to flow forth... she recognized... herself... her twin... was fucking her.

She was astonished! She didn't have a twin. Where did this... this doppelganger come from?

And then the world went black.

*****

The next thing she remembered was standing in front of the sinks, laying across the cold, white porcelain. She stood, looking around the bathroom as the door closed from someone leaving. Her clothes were on, although disheveled. Her make-up was smeared, too. But she was alone. She turned on the water and quickly washed her face and reapplied her make-up. She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but knew she had to get back to her friends before they started to worry about her.

She left the restroom moving back through the tables of the club, finding her seat.

"There you are. We were starting to get worried about you. You ok?" Gab asked, her hand resting on Amanda's arm in concern. Amanda shook her head for a moment, chasing the cob-webs away.

"Yeah... I just felt a little dizzy. Thought I'd stay there for a minute or two."

"Ok. But we're still worried about you, you know," Jenna replied.

Gab stood up, grabbing her coat. "Well, that was a fun show. Did you like it Amanda? I mean, do you remember anything he made you do?"

Amanda stood, shaking her head. "Nothing at all. I hope it wasn't too embarrassing."

"Well," Jenna smiled. "Let's just say you have an awesome fuck-me moan."

"And a pretty hot dominatrix side," Gab added, laughing.

"Oh my God," Amanda gasped, her hands going to face, hiding in shame and embarrassment. Her face flushed a deep red.

They laughed as they moved from the bar, and headed to the door. The hostess was smiling at them, but looked much more shy and embarrassed when Amanda approached. When Amanda passed, the young woman pushed her hand into Amanda's slipping a note inside. She squeezed her hand and mouthed a 'thank you.' Startled, Amanda kept walking, looking back at the seemingly star-struck woman.

"What was *that* all about?" Jenna asked, laughing. Amanda looked at her hand and opened the slip of paper. On it was written the girls name and a phone number. Jenna and Gab laughed, while Amanda looked at the note, wondering. "Looks like you'll have a hot date this weekend."

"Stop!" Amanda protested, smiling and blushing. "I'm not like that."

*****

Sunday was a long day, but Amanda stayed home all day. In the early evening she got a headache again and thought about calling the doctor about it, but it felt better when she laid down and slept. And it was an incredibly deep sleep with dark and sexy dreams... dreams about the hostess... dreams about being naked with the hostess, their bodies undulating in orgasms.

*****

Her alarm woke her up early Monday morning, shocking her awake. What was more shocking, was that she awoke naked. She never slept naked.

She felt extremely rested and even got to work a little early. Being her first day back in a month, all of her co-workers were excited to see her and all of them stopped by to make sure she was ok and to express their concern for her. As the day dragged on, she saw a woman she didn't recognize in the large office room, moving around. She wore a bright red suit with black hose and seemed to be hitting it off well with everyone around.

She stood and walked out to meet the woman, but they seemed to somehow miss each other. But the glimpses she caught of the woman concerned her. It looked like her twin again. Somehow, this woman had found out where she worked. She was being followed or stalked and she was scared. She went back to her office to figure out what she was going to do and luckily avoided her twin the rest of the day.

Five o'clock seemed to roll around quickly and she locked up her computer screen and started to head to the bus stop for the ride home. As she left her office, the rest of the floor seemed empty except for an annoying occasional giggle. The sound bothered her, but figured it was just one of the cleaning crew talking on her cell phone and wasn't her business anyways, so she headed for the elevator. The lights above flickered for a moment and she felt a wave of dizziness flow through her and her pounding headache start once again. She moved to the wall, using it to support herself, put her back to it, and slid to the floor holding her head. She tried to relax, tried to figure out how to get rid of the pain when it suddenly subsided on its own.

She was breathing heavily as she stood, hoping her legs would hold her now. She carefully made her way to the elevator and out. Halfway to the bus stop she remembered the paperwork she was supposed to bring home, the paperwork that was due in the morning that she had no choice but to do at home.

"Damn it!" she muttered to herself, realizing that she'd have to take an even later bus home, not arriving until 7:30. She briefly considered going into the office earlier in the morning in order to get it done, but knew she'd just sleep in. So she made the walk back to the office.

The rooms were dark, with the cleaning crew not due in for a couple hours still. She walked down the hall, the light from the outside windows and low-light emergency lighting the only thing guiding her. A giggle from down the hall suddenly surprised her and she paused to see where it was coming from. Surprisingly, it seemed to be coming from her office. She inched down the hall silently, not wanting to be spotted.

When she got to her door, the sounds were definitely coming from within. Someone was in her office! She didn't know what they were doing, but they were talking in low tones, punctuated by giggles and groans. She peered around the corner and in the dim light, saw a man, Richard from her floor, sitting in her chair, facing sideways. Standing in front of him was her twin. She'd removed her dress and simply stood there in her black bra, panties, and stockings. His hands were stroking up and down her thighs and ass as she stood there.

Amanda felt a range of emotions from anger to desire, but was trapped in place, unable to do anything but watch.

"Damn, you're sexy," Richard said softly, running his fingers along her inner thigh. "I never knew you were like this."

"Oh, I'm so like this. I'm so wanting more and more." the doppelganger said, moaning softly. "You're making me so wet doing that. Maybe you should find out exactly how wet."

Amanda watched as Richard's fingers slid beneath the legband of her panties and slid along her pussy. The twin shuddered and gave a loud growl, pushing her hips into him. She watched, entranced, as he pushed his fingers up and back, sliding deep inside her slowly and deeply. Her twin closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate on every individual thrust, moaning softly and encouraging him.

Amanda put her hand on the wall to support herself as she felt her legs grow weak. It was an incredibly sexy sight, watching herself being touched by a man. She could almost feel those slim fingers pushing up inside her.

"That's so nice, baby. But I want something else on my clit." Amanda watched as her twin grabbed the back of the man's head, entwining her fingers in his hair and pulled him into her. She pushed her hips forward, grinding on his face. She could hear the man gasp, startled at her ferocity and need. She could hear him lick and suck on her, the slurping noises loud in the small room.

The twin looked at the doorway, smiled when she saw Amanda standing there, and groaned loudly as her orgasm obviously neared. The doppelganger ground her hips into the man's face, one hand holding him against her until her whole body shook with her orgasm. She then quickly took charge, turning the man away from the doorway with herself facing Amanda directly.

"Such a nice tongue you have there," she moaned laying one leg on the arm of the chair followed by the other. She gripped the back of the chair with both hands, her hips floating right over the man's lap. "Now it's time for you to show me what that cock can do."