~ The Alice's Mirror ~

Interlude 3

Alice wakes up with a metallic taste in her mouth, with a strange feeling in her mind: she feels that she has forgotten something important. Something that is the solution to her problem... What about a problem ? Has she a problem ? At this instant she thinks that the problem is the fact she falls asleep without demaking up, without undressing her. There are rimmel and lipstick traces on the pillow, her skirt is rumpled and her silk blouse is crumpled. Alice tells off herself. "S... it's midday ! And D. comes in the evening to have dinner"

Alice works hard all the afternoon: to clean the appartment (D. is a bit fussy but he would be lowering if he gives a hand to the housekeeping), fine dishes, fine wines (she knows his lover is a gourmet).

But above all, she has to prepare herself. This evening, Alice wnat to be a courtesan. She knows that he likes the precious lingerie, that he is a little fetishist. And that he has some curious practices: He has spoken with her about submission and domination. But he did not insist when she answered she did not like that. Nevertheless she wants to please his lover. So she chooses a plum-colored satin corset lifting up her breast. She slips on black silk stockings, she puts belt court shoes on and dresses a Calais lace negligé. Black. And for her lover, for him, she ties a lace choking around her neck. Her perfum is entrancing, rich with musc and her make-up is a bit overdone.

Here he comes!

Alice opens the door, she shrinks away, and it is only when she is in the full light of the living room, that she turns round so that he can see her and look her over.

As usual he wears astonishing clothes, out of touch with the present.

Alice curtseys mishievously.

D. makes a sign for her to approach. She obeys.

He grabs her neck and kisses her almost brutally.

Alice feeling herself melting, "Oh I'm wet" thinks that it is a Lord's kiss, a Master' kiss given to a slave. The corset takes her breath. The D.'s kiss also.

- You are superb. As always. But more this evening.

Alice blushes at the compliment, breathes with her breast. The corset restraining her waist, pushes her breast every times she inspires.

- I... Thanks you... I have a little gift upstair. Take a seat. I come back soon.

Alice flies away.

- Please, can you open the champagne bottle ?

She wants to touch up her make-up and change her panty. Alice thinks she is crazy with this charming and overbearing man, with these "vous" he uses.

The gift is here, on the bed, an old edition of the Sade's Justine. She has found it in a bookseller among cheap airport novels.

Alice comes into the bathroom, sits down on the toilet, with her panty down...

The mirror is here, it seems that it is waiting for her...

- Oh... I have forgotten it. Ouch... It's sharp ! 

Alice looks at herself in the mirror. Then she turns it over. The back has many ornamentations. " It seems that it can be opened." She exams closely the surface, finds a little clasp...

The mirror opens out showing a metallic, soft, dark surface.

First Alice does not see anything. Then the metal becomes foggy, then the mist clears up...

At this very instant, her mind is crossed by a feeling of "déjà vu"...

- Rails ? A station ? No. It is an underground station.

A light appears there. An underground is coming.

Suddenly, Alice remembers. She wants to close the mirror.

- I... No.................

to be continued ...