Miss Oak Ch. 2
It was midnight and she was pressed against the window. She woke up with a terrible chill and thought Lester had forgotten to close them.
He hadn’t. She turned to look at Lester and he was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful she could almost swear he had a smile on his lips.
Her chest felt heavy. She went to the bathroom to wash her face—that sometimes relaxed her. She didn’t do it this time.
She looked down and, near the sink, the gleam of her necklace called to her. It was hanging on her bust display.
She put it on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful.
She was beautiful. She laughed at the thought. Since when was she so narcissistic? She looked at herself again. Just for fun, she pulled down one of the straps of her nightgown, leaving a good part of her right breast exposed.
—How sexy—she said to herself, biting her lip.
She pulled down the other strap. Both breasts were now exposed.
Mandy ired them for a moment. Of course it wasn’t the first time she’d seen herself naked in front of a mirror, but she’d never looked at them like this. She finally understood what everyone else found so captivating.
She started to touch them. First softly, brushing her skin with her fingertips. Then, when she felt her nipples were already hard, she pulled on them.
Once. Twice. She didn’t need more. Her legs gave out. She had to brace her hands on the edge of the sink. Her face was now in front of the mirror. She kept pulling. Her face looked beautiful when she was on the edge of an orgasm. She brought her face even closer to the mirror so she could kiss it. It was a tongue kiss.
She straightened up to get a better look at herself in the mirror. Both hands were still squeezing her breasts, the necklace glinting between them, caught between her flesh and her fingers.
Her tits were magnificent.
They were so big that maybe...
She took her right breast with both hands, lifted it, and brought it to her mouth. It reached. Of course it reached. She only had to tilt her head a little and the nipple fit against her lips.
She sucked.
It tasted like sweat. Her own sweat. She had an orgasm so strong her legs gave out and this time she couldn’t hold herself up.
—What beautiful tits Miss Oak has—she murmured, still with her mouth half on her own nipple.
—Honey, are you okay?—Lester asked from the other side of the door—. I heard a thud and you weren’t answering.
His voice made her react. She stood up quickly, pulled her straps back up, and flushed the toilet.
—I-I’m fine, I just slipped—she answered, embarrassed.
—Are you sure?—her husband asked, his voice sounding so faint.
—Yes—she said, opening the door—. It was nothing.
And without realizing it, she forgot to take off the necklace. But she didn’t feel cold again all night.
—Are you ready yet, honey?—Lester called from the kitchen.
—No—Mandy answered from her room.
—I’m going to be late, honey—Lester said, he’d been waiting for her for an hour to leave. They were saving gas by only using one car.
—Go without me—Mandy said.
—Are you sure?
—Very sure.
Mandy was standing in front of her bedroom mirror.
She looked ugly. No, something about the outfit she’d chosen made her look ugly. She could never be ugly.
She took off her blouse. Let it fall to the floor.
She stood in her bra. She looked at herself. There was Miss Oak in all her splendor, but she couldn’t go to work like that.
She tried a cream-colored silk blouse. The neck was high, closed. It covered the necklace completely. Mandy frowned. She took it off.
She tried a round-neck sweater. The fabric made her look wider than she was. She took it off.
Every piece she tried was a more definite “no” than the last. Mandy didn’t know exactly what she was looking for, but she knew none of those pieces had it.
She stood in her underwear in front of the mirror.
The necklace rested between her breasts. The chain gleamed against her skin. If her alarm hadn’t gone off, she would have started touching herself.
She tried the cream blouse again and, just as an experiment, unbuttoned one of the buttons. She never did that. Why would she?
The one button she left undone made a spectacular change in her figure. The necklace was visible now, and what really made the difference was the slight curve of her breasts. It was minimal. But on her, nothing was minimal.
—Would you mind making a field trip?—Frank said after sipping his coffee.
—What kind of field trip?—Mandy asked.
—Old Earl wants to buy presents for his 8 granddaughters, so I want you to take him some samples.
—Frank, I don’t think that’s...
Frank interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
—It’s not what you think. I our agreement well. I’m just asking you to take them and show them to him in the box. A suggestion or two. Nothing more.
—Speak up, girl—old Earl asked for the third time. His voice was like a broken steam engine.
—I’m Mandy Prescott, I work for Mr. Frank—she answered.
—Frank? I know him. I asked him to bring jewelry but the bastard never came—Earl said.
—That’s why I’m here—Mandy said, taking out a small blue box with a pearl necklace. It was pretty, but it didn’t compare to her necklace.
—Bah—Earl said—. And how am I supposed to know if my girls will like it if I don’t even know if it’ll look good on them?
—I think it would look good on any woman—Mandy commented.
—Try it on—Earl said.
—Sir, I didn’t come here to...
—Tell Frank I don’t want anything—Earl said flatly—. Bah. Frank’s been going on all week about how Miss Oak works for him and she can’t even show the product she sells. Bah.
—Fine, if that’s what you think...
—That’s what I think.
Mandy picked up her things and was about to leave when.
—I don’t even know if she’s that pretty—the old man muttered—. She probably wasn’t even Miss Oak. Bah.
Mandy turned around. Her chest felt heavy. Anger.
—You know what, Earl?—she said, and her voice came out firmer than she expected—. Why not?—She took the necklace out of the box and threw the box to the floor.
She walked toward Earl the way she would have on a runway.
She’d learned to do it since she was 7, when her mother’s friends told her she had the most beautiful girl they’d ever seen.
She hadn’t practiced in almost two decades, but a bird never forgets how to fly.
—And what do you think?—Mandy asked.
—Well...—he stammered, it was the first time the old man was at a loss for words.
—What’s wrong, Earl? Don’t you like them?—Mandy said, crouching down until she was at eye level with him. And then she saw it. The bulge in Earl’s pants.
It wasn’t big. But it was unmistakable. An old man in a wheelchair, his eyes fixed on her cleavage, and an erection he couldn’t hide.
Mandy felt two things at once. The first was disgust. A visceral disgust that made her stomach clench. The second was a tiny pride. She had done that. Miss Oak had done it.
She stood up, blushing.
—I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to...—she started to murmur, her model pose gone, and she was Mandy again.
—I’ll take everything—Earl said.
It was Saturday. In her old life, she would have gone to the theater or maybe to a new exhibition at an art gallery.
Instead, she was cleaning her huge house. She’d never realized how big it really was until she had to clean it herself.
She was finishing dusting the shelf in the living room when the doorbell rang through the whole house.
When she opened the door, the huge door that still had dust on it. Two burly men were waiting for her with two enormous boxes.
—How can I help you?—Mandy asked.
Mandy couldn’t make out what they were saying, they sounded too muffled.
—Can you speak louder, please? I have a hearing problem—Mandy said.
—We brought the mirrors—said one of the men, the older one, who didn’t hide the way he was staring at her chest.
—Excuse me?—Mandy said.
—The mirrors. We brought them—the man repeated, shouting with that horrible voice he had.
Before Mandy could explain that she hadn’t ordered any mirrors.
A truck parked outside her house. Frank got out of the truck.
—Good morning, Miss Oak—Frank said, his voice clear, soft, and close despite being far away.
—Frank, what’s going on... How do you know where I live?
—Miss Oak, I’m offended. I know where all the prominent people in this city live—Frank said, approaching—. And as for why I’m here, I came to give you your pay, your bonus, and a small gift.
—Frank, this is more than it’s supposed to be...—Mandy said, surprised as she started counting the stack of bills he’d given her in an envelope.
—Nonsense. Old Earl bought more merchandise in one of your visits than in a hundred of mine.
—But the mirrors?
—I accidentally bought more than I needed for the store. And I thought you’d like them. They’re from Japan, that’s where the best quality comes from.
—Frank, I don’t think I have space, the living room is too full.
—My dear, these aren’t for a living room. They’re for your bedroom.
—I don’t know...
—Come, just come closer for a moment—Frank asked.
Mandy obeyed. Frank opened a box just enough for her to see the gold frame and part of the mirror. Her reflection looked beautiful in it.
—I have to ask Lester...—Mandy said, unable to stop looking at herself in the mirror.
—Go ahead. Where is he?—Frank said.
—He won’t be back until tomorrow, he went to talk to some franchises...
—Young Prescott will be happy if you’re happy. Give it a chance. Let my men install them. If you don’t like them, I’ll have them taken away.
—Fine...
The installation took about two hours. When they finished, Mandy’s room had a huge mirror right on the ceiling above her bed. Another on the wall on her side of the bed.
—And what do you think?—Frank asked.
Mandy was staring at herself.
—Miss Oak?—Frank whispered.
She reacted.
—They’re fine...—she said, without looking away.
—Do you think your husband will like them?
—Who?...—Mandy stammered—. I mean yes, I think so. Thank you—her eyes were fixed on her own breasts.
His date had been ruined. Lola had gotten mad at him after he told her he couldn’t rent a limousine for her graduation.
—Mom—Connor yelled, the house was too quiet.
The dirty dishes were still piling up in the sink. The broom was lying on the floor.
—Mom—he yelled again, even louder.
He heard a noise, like someone had fallen.
He ran up the stairs.
His mother opened the door of her room abruptly.
—Did you fall?—he asked.
His mother didn’t answer. She was sweaty and dirty. Her hair was messy.
—Did you fall?—he said again, louder. His mother was losing her mind.
—No—she said, blushing—. I was doing a little exercise.
—In that?—he asked. His mother was wearing worn-out clothes, the ones she used for cleaning. They no longer had the privilege of throwing them away.
—It’s... harder this way...—his mother said.
—Is there anything to eat?—Connor didn’t really care, he was still thinking about Lola.
—Isn’t it a bit early for that?—he asked.
—Mom, it’s already 8.
—8?
—Yes, mom. Is there anything to eat?
—We can order pizza...
—Fine...—Connor said—. Since when did you put those mirrors up?—he asked, noticing the reflection on the ceiling.
—Today. Come on—she said, slamming the door shut.
—What do you think?—Mary asked, twirling around, trying on a dress. Her daughter’s voice had turned into a squeaky voice, like she’d just taken a hit of helium. Something that actually made Mandy laugh.
—You look beautiful—Mandy answered. It was true, Mary had always been very pretty. When she was little, Lester wanted to enter her in children’s pageants, but Mandy refused outright.
—But I’m not sure, it’s too expensive—Mary was aware of the financial problems her parents were going through.
Mandy tore off the tag.
—Done—Mandy said, laughing. She’d received her first paycheck from Frank, plus a sizeable bonus from the sales to Earl.
When they left, the mall hallways were almost empty. Shopping in physical stores was going out of style.
—Do you want to eat something?—Mandy asked her daughter.
—Yes, I think so. You know, at the cafe in...—Mary realized her mother had stopped in front of a store, staring at the window. She seemed absorbed.
—I think Dad would really like that—Mary laughed once she caught up. It was a lingerie store.
—Sorry—Mandy said, blushing. She couldn’t help stopping when she saw a red, semi-transparent set with a plunging neckline. She imagined how good it would look on her.
Mandy felt a gentle tug on her arm. It was Mary.
—What are you doing?—Mandy asked, laughing.
—We’re going in—Mary said, raising her voice so she could hear her clearly.
—I couldn’t—Mandy said, blushing. She’d never been in a place like that.
—Of course you can—her daughter said, pulling her again.
The set began to get closer to her. The red began to fill her entire vision. Her body slowly gave in, until she voluntarily walked into the store.
It was one in the morning when he got home. It had been a good trip. He’d managed to secure some important events for the year.
Mandy must already be asleep.
He went up carefully, not wanting to wake her or Connor.
He pushed the bedroom door open gently and stopped. The lights were on. Everything was on.
—Honey?—he asked. The bed was covered in red petals. And there was the huge mirror above the bed.
The bathroom door opened and Mandy came out.
—Hi, honey. How was your trip?—she said with a smile, one hand resting on her breasts.
She was wearing a red set he’d never seen on her. More than that, she’d never had lingerie in her closet. She used to say it was tacky.
But now she was standing in front of him in a semi-transparent piece that let him see the perfect shape of her breasts. Her huge, perfect breasts. And in the middle was the gold necklace she hadn’t taken off in a week.
Lester dropped his suitcase. It hit the floor with a dull thud.
He walked toward her without saying a word. His eyes traveled over her body, up and down.
Mandy didn’t move away. When Lester was in front of her, he raised his hand and touched her hip. Slowly.
She kissed him softly, pressing her breasts against his.
Then she pushed him gently toward the bed. Mandy climbed on top of him, quickly unbuttoning his pants. Lester soon realized Mandy wasn’t wearing underwear. One moment she was on top of him, and the next she already had him inside her. There were no caresses, no games. Just a direct movement.
Lester opened his eyes, surprised by the abruptness. He wanted to say something, but she was already moving.
Mandy’s hips rose and fell as if she’d been doing this her whole life. Lester had his eyes closed, he felt like he was about to come but they’d only been at it for a little over three minutes. He was trying to last at least another five.
If he hadn’t had them closed, he would have noticed that Mandy was staring at the ceiling. Her hands on her breasts, squeezing them, making them move for her. Digging her fingers deeper and deeper into her skin. And as she did, her rhythm quickened.
Lester groaned. He was close. Too close.
—Honey...—he panted, searching for her eyes.
She didn’t look down. She kept staring at the ceiling.
Lester didn’t last much longer. He came with a muffled groan, clinging to her hips.
—Honey—he said again, but Mandy didn’t stop. She wasn’t looking at him.
—Can you stop... honey?—Lester asked.
Mandy was moaning and a thin thread of saliva began to fall onto her huge breasts.
—Mandy!—he shouted louder.
Mandy looked down, slowed her rhythm, but didn’t stop.
—What?—she asked, almost annoyed.
—Can you stop... honey?—Lester asked again.
—But... we just started—Mandy said, still moving.
—I already came—Lester answered.
She blinked. She seemed to just now notice the semen inside her.
She began to slow down and her eyes focused on him. It was a look of disappointment.
—Fine—she said, getting off.
—We can continue tomorrow—Lester said.
—Yeah, maybe...—Mandy said.