Notes from the author:
Hello reader. Parts one and two of this story were published under the fetish category. By the end of part two the science fiction angle took over so I thought I'd try it here in the science fiction and fantasy category. Here is a brief set up to get you caught up.
In part one, Alice Mihara, a Japanese girl from Honolulu participates in a group sex party arranged by her boyfriend, Nelson. At first, she's reluctant and not keen on the idea of being the only woman at the party. After putting her initial hesitancy aside, she surprises her boyfriend (and herself) at the crazy sleazy things she was willing to do. At nights end, after showering away the bukakke dousing she received from the men at the party, an odd tingling sensation forms in her her fingertips and toes. The sensation quickly spreads throughout her entire body putting her in a panic. Then quite unwittingly, Alice bizarrely stumbles through a mirror into another word.
In part two, a thoroughly freaked out Alice finds herself on a movie set that looks exactly like her Honolulu townhouse. In this world, she is a famous movie star up there with the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow and Natalie Portman. People she knows exist in this new world, but all are bizarrely different, chiefly, her best friend Joy Maeda, who is insanely the famous porn star, Mandy Almond. Alice discovers that she is staring in a movie about her sexual exploits from her other life. Written into her movie contract is a scene that calls for unsimulated sex, the very same group sex scene she had lived through on the other side of the mirror. Doubting her sanity, and with help from her porn star best friend, Alice performs the scene with raunchy perfection. The weird sensation in her body returns. This time, Alice willingly steps through a dressing room mirror hoping it will return her to her to her old life. No such luck though. Poor confused Alice finds herself in the clutches of Las Vegas gangsters in the year 1983.
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September, 1983, Hollywood California
In answer to an ad announcing an open audition for a part in an art film, Alice Mihara sat in a seedy front office on Hollywood Boulevard waiting for her turn to talk to producers. Five other women were ahead of her. Rumors floated that the guys running this so called 'art film' worked for the porn industry. People had showed up anyway, for this was Hollywood where everyone jumped at the chance to get into a film, even a possible porno.
Alice sat brooding about the insane situation she was in. First of all a gangster from Las Vegas was hunting for her, second, she was, hands down, the strangest refuge in all of human history. She didn't escape from some war torn country, that would have been normal, even desirable. Alice Mihara was lost in time for somehow she had left the year 2014 and found herself in the year 1983. All the gangster stuff aside, being stuck in 1983 was somewhere between hell and damnation. She prayed that this movie audition will help her find her way back to 2014.
She looked around and saw that she was the only one in the room not plastered with heavy makeup or wearing spandex of some kind. Alice suspected that some of the women in the room, perhaps all of them, were seasoned porn stars. Alice wore a simple white blouse and a snug black skirt that came to mid thigh. She had wrongheadedly dressed as she would have for a job interview in her time. She wished for hot pants, a fuchsia tube top and a lot more makeup ... not to mention bigger boobs. There must be a full acre of fake tits in the room if all were summed together. Clearly, plastic surgery was in high gear in the gaudy 80's and her small A-cup chest felt totally inadequate. Also, she was the only one in the room not smoking.
As a smelly cloud of tobacco smoke floated her way, Alice did her best not to show her disgust. She desperately wanted to tell the others in the room that being in the sex industry was unhealthy enough without sucking poison into your lungs. Too polite (and not stupid) she held her tongue...and breath.
A fat guy in a ponytail dressed in a loud red aloha shirt and khaki shorts, smelling of cheep cologne, stepped into the room.
"Chelsea Nova?" the guy called, looking at a clipboard.
A tall blond with a figure that would look perfect on an eighties porno VHS box, crushed out her cigarette and followed fat boy through a door marked by a handmade sign that said MOVIE AUDITION-QUIET PLEASE.
Alice had signed in with a bogus name. She didn't want to use her real name of course, not with a gangster on her tail. She still found it hard to get her head around the fact that just three months ago, she had stepped through a mirror and into the life a different Alice. The 1983 Alice had worked for Lester Byson the mobbed up owner of the Roman Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. The other Alice had been some kind of computer wiz and had created a program that predicted the outcomes of pro football games with near thirty present accuracy. 2014 Alice popped into the body of 1983 Alice just as one of Lester Byson's goons was making her an offer she couldn't refuse. Under threat of torture, 2014 Alice agreed to work for Byson. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to run the programs the other Alice had created on her modified Apple Lisa. To her 2014 sensibilities, using that old computer was like trying to start a fire without matches, a thing she had no idea how to do. Out of desperation, she leaned on her near photographic memory.
Back in Honolulu ... two mirrors ago ... Alice worked for a TV station. She was the sports statistician for the lazy and ultimately stupid sports caster, Marty Soto. Her knack for retaining information made the ex-football player look like a genius. Anyway, Alice had memorized mountains of scores and stats for the NFL going back to the first Super Bowl. Naturally, her predictions for the gangsters went from the low thirties to one hundred percent accurate. Needless to say, she got the full attention of the head gangster Lester Byson.
That turned out okay at first. She became the darling of Lester Byson's eyes and he gave her a suite to live in on the VIP floor of the hotel. She never had to pay for meals and ate at the best restaurants in town. Byson paid for all her clothes too and let her use his limo fleet to where ever she wanted to go. Although she missed the trappings of her life in 2014, she liked being treated like a rock star. Who wouldn't?
The luster wore off on the day Lester Byson called her into his office. A nervous looking skinny man sat in a plush chair before Byson's desk. Two of Byson's goons stood nearby eying up the guy. One of the goons was Nelson.
Two mirrors ago, in Honolulu 2014, Nelson was her boyfriend. He had worked at the same TV station as her. That other Nelson was sort of responsible for Alice stepping through that first mirror. He had arranged the little orgy she took part in that had somehow launched her into an alternate existence. She had no idea why she was able to walk through mirrors, all she knew was that it was somehow connected to her sexual activity. The odd repeating of people she knew from her world seemed a staple of her mirror travels and she simply didn't question it anymore. Anyway, this Nelson was NOT her boyfriend, in fact he was the one who put the hurt on her when she had first arrived.
"My Oriental good luck charm," Byson said, squeezing both her hands then kissed her cheeks like she was family.
Alice flinched at the word Oriental. In 2014, no one used the word. "ASIAN good luck charm," Alice corrected as Byson invited her to sit in the chair next to the twitchy guy.
Byson gave her a leveled look, but then smiled and even chuckled. She knew that he wasn't the kind of guy who liked being corrected, especially not in front of his minions. But she was making him a butt load of money and had earned a little indulgence.
"I wanna let you know Alice, that this wasn't my idea, okay?" Byson said as he sat in his chair behind his desk.
"What's up?" Alice asked. Her eyes flickered to the nervous guy seated next to her.
"This is Rich Navarro," Byson said bobbing his head at skinny twitchy guy. "He's a card counter, he cheats me out of my money."
"Mr. Byson, please—" Navarro started to say.
Alice flinched when Byson yelled at Navarro cutting him short.
"Shut the fuck up you degenerate cheat!"
Byson picked up a glass paperweight with the hotel symbol on it and threw it at Navarro smacking him hard in the mouth splitting open his lower lip. Navarro clutched at his now bleeding mouth and wisely kept quiet.
Alice shook allover from the sudden brutality.
"See what you made me do you fucking cheat?" Byson said, sitting back into his chair. "You made me do violence in front of this delicate little Oriental lady."
Someone stepped between Alice and the Navarro. It was Marco Delamo, Byson's limo driver. Alice instinctively leaned away from him. Marco gave Alice a smile that made her skin crawl. Their was something dark and evil about the guy, and from day one, he scared the shit out of her.
Marco nodded to Nelson. Nelson grabbed Navarro's left arm and held it straight up.
"Oh please Mr. Byson," Navarro begged.
"Don't you fucking whine to me," Byson said.
Marco gripped the guys left thumb. Navarro howled in pain as Marco bent and snapped it like a twig. Navarro tried to pull his arm down but Nelson held firm and the other goon held Navarro down in the chair with two big mitts at the guy's shoulders near his neck.
Alice grew pale, her eyes wide with horror. Marco's eyes found hers, he gave her a wink like he was letting her in on a joke as he gripped the guy's index finger on the same hand and snapped that one too. He systematically moved from finger to finger until all five were broken and Navarro screamed with each snapped digit. Nelson let Navarro's arm drop. Moaning, Navarro held his crippled hand close to his chest, his face pale, tears leaking from his eyes.
Marco's brow wrinkled and he ask Byson, "Is he right or left handed?"
"Right," Byson said. "I would know because I watched him cheat me on the security videos."
"So sorry Rich," Marco apologized to Navarro. "I did the wrong hand, gotta start over."
"NO!" Navarro screamed as Nelson muscled Navarro's other arm up high. Marco repeated his brutal performances as Byson chuckled.
