Suddenly, Sally knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was no longer a virgin. She hadn't been one for years. Her geisha training had included many, many "hands-on" experiences in sex -- all kinds of positions, all kinds of toys, just about everything imaginable. Of course, as a good geisha, she'd remain submissive, looking solely for her client's pleasure, doing cheerfully whatever they asked of her. Of course, she had to fake it on those rare occasions when her client demanded to be dominated, that going against her geisha nature, but she'd smile through the uncomfortableness anyway.
This flood of memories -- of names, smells, and cocks in every orifice, all very real to her -- aroused her more than she'd ever been aroused before. She felt the warm flush run through her, and knew that her fingers wouldn't cut it. She didn't have a client lined up, so the best option seemed to be a toy of some sort.
She opened the makeup table's drawers -- nothing.
She left a few drips of female fluid on the floor as she crossed the room to the dresser -- nothing.
She didn't have time to search any more. The magic mirror seemed the best option.
She took the few steps over to the mirror and said into it, "I wish..."
At that moment, Steve, her brother a year younger than she was, burst through the closed door of her bedroom and announced, "Sally, Mom says --" He didn't finish his thought, the unrecognizable geisha in his sister's bedroom registering on him. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed.
