Hello again Literotica reader and welcome to part six. First a few notes on part five. The real person Li Hong was based on really did do a nude photo shoot that found its way to the net. She lost millions in endorsement because of it.
There was a photo of Paul Gleason's seven dead cats on the flash drive. Really creepy stuff. There was nothing sexy about it so I won't post it here at Literotica.
My friend and editor Boston found the painting he thinks is of Gwen Yoshimura and redhead Venus on line. He sent me the link. I'm sure that it's the painting in my story. An old candy apple red Volkswagen Karmman Ghia separates the two figures. The Asian girl depicted has short, reddish brown hair. It's not my painting so I can't post it. Sorry. See you again in part seven.
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Chapter 39 Dreams of Me
In the shitty dim glow provided by a nightlight plugged in a light socket in the far wall, I lay wide awake staring at unfamiliar ceiling tiles.
"I'm not ever going to fall asleep," I groused.
In frustration, I rolled over in the strange bed to stare at a strange plain black door.
If I were with Hawk or Matt ... or both ... I'd already be comfortably asleep.
No ... you'd be screwing around, my lizard brain interjected.
True, but at least I'd be asleep at some point. After sex I slept like the dead. My eyes traveled to the upper corners of the room to the video cameras mounted on tripods pointed at the bed. The sight of them pushed sleep even further away. I tugged at my t-shirt to make sure I was properly covered. For comfort's sake, the psych grad in charge advised me that I should dress for bed in my usual mode.
Yeah right.
My usual sleeping attire was just panties and wouldn't that be great for all theses cameras? Tonight, I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt with Van Gogh's Starry Night depicted on the front and light cotton, gray sweat pants with a drawstring. I bought my new sleep clothes the day before just for tonight. The room turned out to be a little chilly so long sleeves and sweat pants turned out to be a good idea. I rolled onto my back. My eyes kept flickering from one camera to the next.
Why don't you masturbate? Lizard brain suggested. You'll fall asleep right after.
NO! my more logical half interceded.
This one time, I agreed with Miss Logic. Aside from the fact that masturbating in this situation was totally unthinkable, the strange bed, sterile room and cold soulless cameras didn't put me in the mood whatsoever. And for those same reasons, I couldn't get to sleep.
I was told that if I got thirsty, I could go down to the end of the hall to get something to drink from a mini fridge stocked with water, caffeine free soft drinks and juice. The grad in charge of the sleep shift warned that I wasn't allowed beyond the little kitchenette where the fridge was because the wireless sticky sensors tacked to my forehead, chest and right wrist would lose contact with the computer that kept track of my vitals. The sensors were another thing keeping me awake. Thinking of the them made the skin where they were stuck itch.
Three beers would put me down just fine, I thought. But I had read the part in the instructions about drinking or using drugs. If I had shown up with either in my system I'd be disqualified as a test subject. I needed this money, a cool two hundred fifty bucks, so I followed the rules. Stupid Paul didn't. He had smoked some pot last night and got his ass kicked off the project. "Who knew they would make us pee in a cup?" he complained on the way out.
Unable to take it any longer, I got out of bed to go get a soda. The light in the hall beyond my room seemed excessively bright. My eyes ache and I had to put a hand to my brow to shield them as I walked to the little kitchenette. I opened the little fridge and selected a mini four ounce can of ginger ale and drank it all down in one long draw. After tossing the can onto the recycle bin, I made my way back to my room. I yawned on the way back relieved to see the first signs off sleepiness. Weirdly, the lights overhead seemed to have gotten brighter.
"What the fuck is up with these light?" I complained aloud as I squinted to the point of almost shutting my eyes.
Near blind, I fumbled for the doorknob to my room and slipped in quickly, glad to be back in the dim space away from the stupid bright lights. A second yawn hit. I was close to dropping as I stepped toward the bed. Then I stopped and let out a yelp of surprise. Someone sat on the bed looking at me.
"Sorry, I have the wrong room," I said groggily. The bright lights outside must have confused me. I turned to leave and yelped again. Some chick was blocking my way. She looked right at me wide eyed and surprised. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I was looking in a mirror. Then I realized that it wasn't just any mirror, it was the one on the back of Hawk's dorm room door. Reflected behind me was Hawk, wrapped in a blanket, sound asleep in his bed with my painting of Shelly looming on the wall above him. On the opposite dorm room bed sat a woman.
I was so fucking sleepy that it was hard to gather my thoughts. "Did I just step through the mirror?" I asked thinking that it was a logical possibility.
The seated woman laughed musically. "Hello Alice," she said.
I turned to face her just as she clicked on the reading lamp attached to the wall at the head of the bed. Instantly, I shielded my eyes from the unusually strong light.
"Sorry Alice," the figure said and bent the goose neck lamp down to dampen the light.
"My name's Gwen," I corrected.
"I know lolo. I'm just joking with you."
I wasn't surprised at all to see that the seated figure was the short hair version of me from Betty's painting ... and my dreams.
"Looks like I fell asleep after all," I said. The word sleep made my eyes want to close, but with heroic effort, I managed to kept them open. The other me sat cross-legged on the bed. She wore a satiny black bra and matching panties. "This proves that I"m dreaming," I said. "My underwear never matches." The other me laughed, I liked the sound of her laugh, it was sexy and friendly ... "Do I laugh like that?" I asked her.
Short-haired me stood up from the bed. I admired her toned athletic body.
"I've been working out too," I said proudly.
It was true. Hawk bought me a membership at the Waikiki Sunset Gym. I've even taken to running with him every now and then too. I pulled my meandering mind back into focus as best I could.
"You look so athletic," I complemented.
"You have a nice figure too," she said returning the complement. "You look like a dancer."
