There’s no evidence of Gabrielle whatsoever. I look around, startled, pulling the seat cushions this way and that. My cum is everywhere—pretty much the biggest load I’ve ever shot—and it’s sliding down the bottom of the table and all over my pants and shoes.

“What the fuck is happening?” I ask, flabbergasted.

“I’m ahead of you there,” says Brie.

She turns around and lets me put my pants back on. She turns around when I do, and then blanches when she sees the massive mess still all over me and the table.

“Oh my god,” she grimaces. “This is gross. You’re so gross. When did you get so gross?”

“No, you don’t understand,” I say. “There was this girl. She looks a lot like you, actually, and, her name is even Gabrielle, a-and—”

“Oh my god, you’re jerking off to me?” she starts walking away. “I quit. Or you’re fired. Or something. This is done. Holy shit.’

She walks off, and I’m left feeling dumbfounded. What happened? Where was Gabrielle? Why did she look so much like Brie? What the hell happened?

More of my cum drips from the table down to the floor. There’s so much of it.

Oh god, what the hell happened? I—I must have lost my mind somehow, starting jerking off in the corner after work? Why would I do that? I mean sure, jesus, Brie and Leena were both truly hot, but that was no excuse. What had I been thinking?

I stand there for a few minutes, just babbling to myself, half-sentences.

“I must have…no…but then…how did…who…?”

It felt so real. I had been so convinced.

Brie comes out from the back one more time, holding her back and glaring holes into my skull. She opens her mouth to say something, stops, shakes herself, almost says something again, and walks out.

As soon as she’s out the door, gloved hands slides across my shoulders and then my chest.

“She’s so pretty,” says Gabrielle. “Do you want her?”

“Holy fuck!”

I jump a good three feet straight up and dash to one side, hands up.

“Where did you go? What the fuck happened?”

Gabrielle is staring out at the parking lot at Brie—who is now screaming obscenities and kicking the gravel as she waits for her ride share. It starts to rain, and pretty hard too, and soon enough she’s soaked and even more pissed off. Rain drops plaster her short hair to her face and forehead. Her tits are easily visible through her white top.

“I think you want her,” says Gabrielle. “She looks just like me…and you want me, don’t you, darling?”

And then moments later, she steps outside—by which I mean—she just appears outside. She takes one step right in front of me in between the many rows of tables and chairs—and in the next step she’s outside.

I stand up, jaw agape, as Gabrielle approaches Brie. I can see in the bright lights of the parking lot how completely similar the two of them look. The only difference is Gabrielle’s elegant outfit and her body, which is sexier in all the ways that matter: tighter, taller, bustier, more thick blond hair to run my fingers through.

But they are similar—too similar to even be sisters. It’s like they’re the same person, just Gabrielle is enhanced somehow.

Gabrielle walks this way and that around Brie, smiling. Putting on a show because she knows I’m watching. Brie doesn’t seem to have any awareness she’s there. It’s like I’m the only one, somehow, who can see Gabrielle at all. She winks at me and does a standing back handspring that takes her more than fifteen seconds to complete—moving s l o o o o o w to show off her insane musculature.

For me. This is all for me.

Showing off like that. All for me.

Why does this woman—this…ghost? This witch? What is she?—why does she love me like this? Because it is love—unrestrained, unadulterated, unstoppable love. I can see it in her face, hear it in her voice. She’s utterly infatuated. 

Christ, I’m hard again. How am I hard again? I just came all over the fucking restaurant.

But I am hard, the hardest I’ve been in my whole life. My cock pushes intently against my pants, straining, groaning at every movement Gabrielle makes around the unsuspecting Brie.

To just affirm I’m not losing my mind, I rush behind the desk at the front of the restaurant and check the security feed. It registers nothing; just Brie out there all by herself in the black and white. I look back and forth a dozen times at least. Brie catches me looking and flips me off, and this seems to be the final straw for Gabrielle; she puts a finger on Brie’s head and there’s a bright flash of light.

The flash lasts for a long time, a bubble of pure white surrounding the two of them that is so bright it turns both of them into pale shadow outlines of themselves. The pouring rain hisses at it strikes the bubble, rising up in a cloud of steam. Symbols flicker above their heads, ancient runic letters that make me both terribly excited and afraid. My adrenaline is pumping, urging me to run. But when it comes to fight or flight, I’ve always been freeze, and I can’t shake that now.

Finally the flash fades and just the two of them remain. But they look different now. Brie standing up ramrod straight, her face expressionless with her mouth slightly empty. Before, she had her arms gathered up to hide the transparency of her blouse in the rain; now they hang at her side and her wet, brilliant tits are on display.

Gabrielle smiles confidently, wickedly, and locks eyes with me from all the way out in the parking lot.

She snaps her fingers—they both snap their fingers, actually—and the lights go out in the parking lot and the restaurant.

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