The Void in Our Hearts -

NIKKI

I stood under the shower of Ashley's small bathroom, letting the warm water soothe me as it cascaded down my body. I loved New York's culture, but it was a city only the rich could afford. Ashley probably had a six-figure salary, which would have been more than enough to live lavishly anywhere else in the U.S., but it is poor people's income in New York.

I got out of the shower, mulling over the day's events.

She has something.

I caught a glimpse of it when she was face-fucking her ex-boyfriend. I couldn't put my finger on it, but lurking beneath the sweet and somber demeanor was maybe something dark, something raw.

I just had to find a way to draw it out of her.

********

ASHLEY

"When you say that you want to change, what do you mean exactly?" Nikki asked, sitting beside me in her bathrobe, freshly showered.

"I want to be better. I want more.... from life, I guess," I said timidly.

Nikki scooted closer to me, taking my hand in firm hands.

"Ash, if you really want to change, then you have to accept everything you are right now," she said, leaning in.

I took a deep breath. "I... When I was doing it with Simon's mouth, you know, I was... I was empty, you know. Like I was holding nothing in, there was no filter, and it felt so good, so light. I felt like what I have always wanted to feel."

"And what was that, Ash?"

"Active, alive, you know. Not being bound by societal norms, letting it all out, and just doing it my way. And, bending everything to fit my way," I said, letting it all out.

"True confidence. True power," she said.

"Yes, that," I whispered.

"I'll help you, Ash," she said, "I'd train you. But you'll have to give me something."

"What do you want?"

She cupped my face in her hands, "Changing your character is hard, Ash. Think about it. You are trying to modify what you have been all of your life. Your character is like hard iron, you can't reshape it much just by hammering it. You have to melt it and mold it into a shape that you want. And that will be painful. Your mind will resist, it will ask you to stop, and I can ensure that you don't. If you give me what I want."

"Which is what exactly?" I asked, puzzled by her intense talk.

"Leverage, sweetie, leverage. I want the keys to your life. I want you to hand over all of your assets to me. Your salary, bonuses, investments, gold and diamonds, every penny in your bank account, all of it."

I took her hands and removed them from my cheeks, baffled by what she had just asked me to do. I stood up and paced back and forth in the living room.

"So let me get this straight. You want everything I own, so you can have leverage over me and threaten me with it if I change my mind and try to stop?"

"If you ask me to stop and I feel like we should, we will stop. But ultimately it will be at my discretion" she replied calmly.

"So basically, you want me to be your slave," I said, laughing.

"No Ash, I don't want you to be my slave. I want you to trust me."

"Trust you? I don't know you. Heck, I don't even fucking like you," I snapped.

"Yeah, then why did you ask me to help you?"

"I wanted suggestions, Nikki. Tips. Advice. I didn't know that you'd go full psycho slave-owner on me," I said.

"It doesn't work that way," she said.

"I have work tomorrow. I'm going to go to bed and forget about this ridiculous conversation," I said, walking towards my bedroom.

"Sweet dreams, sis," she said.

"Yeah," I muttered, slamming the door behind me.

**********

I lay in bed thinking of Nikki's ridiculous offer. My rational mind screamed the list of all the preposterous implications.

What if she asked me to stop eating for a week because she thought I was fat? What if she told me to quit my job? Or run naked on the street with everyone looking at my juicy fake tits, my tight body, and my glistening pussy craving attention? What if she wanted me to fuck my dumb boss in front of the whole office, as I scream profanity and demand to be fucked harder, to be filled to the brim with cum, and get plastered with layers upon layers of their thick loads? What if she asks me to seduce their wives and make them submit to me, ask them to leave their husbands, and turn them into my plaything? What if she decided to treat me like she treated Simon, like a worthless piggy whore who wants nothing but to serve her, and swim in the ocean of pleasure?

I woke up suddenly, disoriented. It was still dark outside. My right hand was tucked in my panties. I heard a banging on the door.

"You sleep like a child, you know that?" Nikki said as I opened the door.

"It's 4 A.M. Nikki. What the fuck do you want?" I mumbled.

"Get ready. We're going on a trip," she said, excited.

"I have to be at work in a few hours, Nikki," I said, yawning.

"Call in sick."

"I'm going back to sleep," I said, stumbling back towards the bed.

Nikki grabbed me gently by the shoulders and walked me out of the room and into the bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I cried but didn't resist her vigorously.

"Please," she said, handing me my toothbrush. I took it and frowned. "Please, please, please," she said, drawing out the word, and pouting like a bubbly anime girl. It moved me a bit.

"Don't make that face. You look weird," I said.

"We'll fly private," she said.

"We're flying?"

"Yes."

"Fine," I relented, "but you don't get to boss me around. And you tell me everything. And we get back if I say so. Or I promise you I'll never see my face again," I said.

"Deal," she said with a wide smile.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'll tell you in the car. We have to be at LaGuardia by six," she said, walking back into the Living room.

Nikki had slept on the sofa in the Living room. I had chosen not to listen to my soft heart and denied her the comfort of my bed, which was big enough to accommodate two adults. She did not complain. I felt a twinge of regret as I brushed my teeth.

********

This isn't me, I thought as I looked in the changing room mirror. I was wearing a blue mermaid dress with trumpet sleeves and bead embellishments all over. It looked expensive.

If Luxury is a trap, then taking off in a private plane within a few minutes of reaching the airport, riding around Los Angeles in a Limousine, and trying on exquisite dresses at a high-end Boutique will make you willing to be trapped.

Only if it wasn't for the person setting the trap, my dear old sister. My brain would not trust her, but my heart wanted to melt for her.

I was immersed in the details of the dress when I noticed my phone ringing.

"Hey Dan," I said into the phone, coughing and pinching my nose.

"Jeez, you sound horrible," he said.

"I'm never touching street foods again," I said, keeping up the act.

"Well, I guess it's RIP to our Lunch break talks then," he said lightly.

"I guess it is." There was an awkward laugh followed by an even more awkward pause.

"Well, I just thought I'd call to check in on you. I hope you get well soon, Ashley."

"Thanks, Dan, that's so sweet of you." I fake-coughed some more.

"Okay then, I should probably get off the phone before you pass me your germs," he said, laughing.

"Okay Dan, bye," I said, chuckling at his stupid joke. I ended the call.

"He's sweet on you," Nikki said from behind me, making me jump a little. I turned to see her standing behind me.

Words got stuck in my throat when I looked at her. My eyes took in the exquisite mauve-colored plunging V-neck dress, leaving a lot of flesh without cover. Her hips were hugged by a faux wrap skirt flaring down to the floor-length hemline. Her strong legs peaked out of the thigh-high slit. She did a slow twirl to show the thin straps leading to a low V-back. She flicked her hair away from her open back, making her feminine muscles flex a little. My jaw dropped as I followed the long narrow valley of her spine from the neck down to the center of the V just above her plump ass.

"Remember to breathe, sis," she said, turning back.

"You look stunning," I told her, blood rushing up to my cheeks.

"I always do," she said with a confidence I envied. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"I'm not buying this," I said, looking away from her sexy form.

"You're not. I'm buying it. Come on," she said, before walking away.

*****

We exited the Limousine at a lavish event venue in Long Beach. Nikki took my hand as we entered the Venue, with her duffle bag of sinister tools in her other hand. The welcome card read John weds Luna. Immediately, heads started to turn, more towards Nikki than me. I lowered my gaze feeling a bit self-conscious in the blue dress Nikki had bought me.

"Look them in the eyes, Ash. You're the predator, remember that," she said as we rounded a corridor. Her platinum blond hair bounced on her back, her shiny dress screaming to be revered, and her heels, click-clacking with every step, must have been a melody for men's ears. Her flamboyancy was on full display.

"Excuse me, where's Luna, the bride?" She asked a random woman of my mother's age. She took a moment to take in the view in front of her.

"She's getting ready," she said, pointing to a room.

"Thanks." Nikki gave her a quick smile and walked towards the room. She opened the door without knocking.

The bridesmaids stood around the bride, posing for selfies. Their heads turned around at once towards us, their giggling died gradually.

"Looking good, ladies," Nikki said.

"Everyone out now," the bride said. She was a gorgeous Latino of Average height, her curvy figure wrapped in a semi-sheer off-shoulder bridal gown. Her brown eyes, locked in a stare with Nikki, looked pleasantly familiar.

"Lock the Door, Ash," Nikki said without taking her eyes off of the bride.

"Who is she?" the bride asked Nikki as I closed the door. I had heard that voice before. I turned around to examine her again.

"She's my little sister," Nikki said.

"Oh, the estranged boring one. She doesn't look like your sister," she said, scanning me from head to toe. I did not react to her rude comment. I was too preoccupied with racking my brain for a memory that matched her face and voice. And I found it.

"you're her-" I blurted, pointing a finger at her.

"Yes, Ash, she's her," Nikki interrupted me before turning to her.

"And Luna," Nikki said firmly, "You need to Behave."

"Luna, right," I exclaimed.

Luna was a Lawyer who went viral on the internet for her boss-girl persona in a televised public trial involving a celebrity. She inspired memes and songs, and became a National Female Icon.

Luna, the feared attorney at law, ran towards Nikki and threw herself in her bosom like a child, her hands wrapped around Nikki.

"I knew you'd come," Luna said.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, baby Lu," Nikki said, gently caressing her head. I felt a pang of jealousy watching their affectionate intimacy. Nikki pushed her away gently, her hands tracing the bride's collarbone before settling in a grip around her neck, their eyes locked into each other.

"I missed you, Mommy," Luna whispered.

"I missed you too, Lu," Nikki said.

I remember watching Luna annihilate people in the courtroom and thinking, "I wish I had that confidence." And here she was, the confident and assertive boss lady calling my sister 'Mommy'. A familiar electric current zapped my womanly parts.

Nikki invaded the Latina's mouth. She wasn't rough like I imagined she would be. Their lips slowly danced together to the tender tune of love.

It used to be like this with Simon, my love pouring into him through the bridge of our locked lips. It turned out to be inadequate. I felt a sudden wave of irrational hate for the bride, and for Nikki too. Nikki had everything in life one covets without following the rules- wealth, health, confidence, and Love. I, on the contrary, followed the rules and had little to show for it.

"Bend on the table," Nikki said, pulling herself away and reaching into the Duffle bag.

Luna strutted towards the dressing table. She placed her hands on it and stuck her ass out, her back straight. She looked back seductively at me.

"What is she doing here, exactly?" she asked Nikki.

"She's trying to find herself, Lu, like everyone else," Nikki replied, walking behind Luna with her instruments of pleasure in hand. It included a black panty, an average pink vibrating dildo, and another dildo-shaped object, but instead of a long continuous cock, it had a series of oval-shaped contours that got smaller up the base.

"I don't like her," Luna said in an animated voice.

"She's not a competition, Lu."

Nikki landed a big slap on her ass. Luna let out a seductive screech and bit her lips.

"I know she's not. I mean, just look at her," Luna said, scanning me again.

"Zip it shorty," I said, unable to restrain myself.

"Let me handle it, Ash," Nikki told me.

"Yeah, Ash, Children not allowed to talk in-" Luna said before Nikki's hand landed on her face. She covered her cheek in her hand, stunned.

"You ruined my make-up," she said like a sassy teenager. Nikki grabbed her chin and forced her face to turn at an awkward angle.

"You're trying to rile me up, is that it?" Nikki asked, their lips almost touching.

"Is it working?" Luna asked with a silly grin. Nikki gave her a quick peck on the lips. It was as if they were playing a weird game I didn't know the rules of.

"Open," Nikki said, never backing away from her face. Luna obediently opened her mouth. Nikki brought up the oval-contoured dildo and placed it in Luna's mouth.

"Suck." Luna wrapped her lips around the dildo and sucked. Nikki pushed it further down her mouth gently. Luna took it, never backing out. Nikki met resistance from her throat muscles. Luna pushed herself on the dildo, gagging a bit. Her muscles gave in as she swallowed all of the dildo, her throat distended and her eyes welling a bit. Nikki deep-throated her for a while, and Luna took it like a seasoned whore.

Nikki finally removed it from the bride's mouth, the object smeared with a thick layer of her saliva. Nikki turned to me. "Come and help," she said.

It then occurred to me that my heart was racing, pumping enormous amounts of blood into my erogenous zones. I tried to rein in my breathing as I walked towards them.

"Lift the train of her dress," Nikki said. I bent down and helped her lift Luna's dress above her waist. Her flexed hamstrings and calves, and the sexy fishnet stockings made her legs look delicious. Her ass was small but firm. Nikki wasted no time removing her white thong.

I caught Luna staring back at me through the mirror. I decided to stare back as Nikki placed her hand in front of Luna's face. Luna sloshed saliva in her mouth and let it dribble out slowly onto Nikki's mouth, her eyes locked into mine. She was showing off. And it was working. The hot little Minx made my cheeks burn. I wanted to look away, but I could not let her win. I landed a hard slap on her bare ass. She blinked and let out a low moan.

Nikki had a grin plastered on her face. "Put it in her ass," she told me, offering me the strange dildo.

"I don't-" I began saying.

"I know you know how to do it. I have seen your toys," Nikki interrupted. I felt embarrassed. She had seen the toys in my bathroom. I took the dildo. She smeared Luna's asshole with the spit in her hand. She played with her hole for a while and inserted a finger inside. Luna moaned, accepting the finger with ease.

After a few seconds of wiggling her finger in and out of her asshole, Nikki backed off.

"Your turn, sis," she said.

I squatted down and teased Luna a bit, rubbing the dildo up and down her ass crack for a while as I was used to do to myself. I glanced at her face in the mirror, her eyes still examining me, trying to figure out what I was about. I pressed the head of the dildo on her rosebud gently. I didn't relent.

"Yes. Just like that," Nikki encouraged.

Luna's hole relaxed slowly until the first oval was sucked in completely, closely followed by the second. Her hand snuck to her clit, rubbing it over her dress.

I had occasionally dabbled in anal play. But watching up-close Luna's pulsing pink asshole squeeze around the oval as it gave way slowly, looked so enticing. I wanted to keep on stretching it to its limit. The thickest part of the dildo felt insufficient. I noticed that the fully lodged dildo had a small section sticking out of her ass. I stood back up.

Someone knocked on the door. "Luna, we have to go, darling," the lady at the door shouted.

"I'm-" Nikki cut Luna off, pushing the other dildo unceremoniously down her throat, and taking it out quickly.

"I'm-" Nikki did the same thing again. Luna paused this time, smiling mischievously, while I panicked.

The absurdity of the situation struck me just then. We were at a wedding, doing sexy things to the bride in her dressing room who was going to exchange vows with another person in a matter of minutes. Luna was essentially cheating on her husband on the day of their marriage, at the venue of their marriage, and probably minutes before they would exchange vows. And these two women were enjoying it.

"Are you okay in there, honey?"

"Yes, mom... I'm ok... I'll be... out in a... sec" Luna said between the interruptions of the dildo sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Okay, darling. Be quick," her mom replied.

"You're going to get me in trouble," Luna said, laughing.

Nikki brought the dildo to Luna's pussy, their body's clung together, their mouths separated by mere inches. She pushed all of it inside Luna's pussy who could only squeal. She kissed her mouth. "Would you mind if you got in trouble?"

"For you, never," Luna replied.

"Good girl," Nikki said looking back at me.

"Help her with those panties, quick," Nikki told me.

I helped Luna get her in those black panties. They sat tight around her waist. Nikki came back with a box in her hand. She handed it to Luna.

"Go and give him this, right now," Nikki said.

"He won't like it," Luna said, taking the toy.

"And that matters because," Nikki asked questioningly.

"It doesn't matter, mommy," Luna said, kissing Nikki on the lips. "Nothing matters. Only you," she continued.

"Good girl," Nikki said, stroking her hair. "Now go."

Luna walked out of the room without caring for her ruined make-up.

Nikki and I stood there, looking at each other.

"Are you guys in love?" I asked her.

"You and I have a very different definition of Love, Ash. But yes, maybe you can call it love," she replied.

"She's getting married to someone else, Nikki. This is so wrong," I said.

Nikki walked up to me and cupped my face in her hands, a gesture that was quickly becoming a norm.

"You're so sweet, Ash."

I grabbed her hands and pushed them away. "I have told you before, don't talk to me like a fucking child."

Nikki's smile slowly died down.

"Do you remember when we were little and we used to play catch? I was bigger and faster, and you'd never catch me running on your tiny legs. So, I'd run slower and just let myself get caught. But you'd always know when I intentionally ran slower. And you'd tell me that I was cheating because I was not running as fast as I could because I was letting you win. You remember that?"

I nodded my head slightly.

"I left and you grew up. And all I had of you was memories of you as a child," she said. Her eyes seemed distant. A hint of vulnerability crossed her face for an instant before it hardened again.

"But you're a grown woman now and I need to treat you as such. I get that," she said in her usual assertive voice.

I was overcome by a strong impulse to wrap my hands around her, to squeeze her tightly in my embrace, and kiss her plump lips. I shuddered at the taboo thought.

"Now let's go, we have a ceremony to attend. And, I'll show you what I'm up to. Come on," Nikki said, waiting for me to follow her. I forced myself out of my daze and walked out behind her.