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The Seductive Therapist Part 2

The therapist could not keep her hands to herself.

By andre kappaPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Solemnly, I walk down the aisle as though I had carried a casket down to the altar for a loved one, as I stepped through the doors, I was hit by a wave of journalists, and for my own safety ushered to the back with the woman who saved my life, Elsa, my brother, and a police officer.

When we reached the back, something hit me. A huge curtain was pulled down and that was the curtain of fear. Finally, it hit me. My parents were never going to me parents anymore, being imprisoned for 54 years means they will not see the doors out of the prison they are being held in.

The tears of relief poured down, soon followed by tears of joy. The woman who saved my life also shed a little tear, and she joined me and my brother hugging. Her perfect breasts fit perfectly in the gap between me and my brother, warming me through.

Once the emotions have passed, Elsa had passed me a card and offered me free counselling sessions for me and my brother. I said to her I will ring her to let her own if I will attend. After talking with my brother, he was very reluctant to go to therapy and just wanted to live his life carefree, whereas I on the other hand, rang her up as soon as possible and said when can we have a meeting. Without any hesitation, she said tomorrow, a Friday, at 3 PM. It fit perfectly into my schedule, I disappear for gym at 12 PM and return at 2 PM, leaving me just enough time to get across town.

I reached the office, it was a glass structure, but you could not see into it. I reached the reception and said I had a meeting with Elsa, she said, "Joe right?" I quickly replied "that is right." and she then told me to take a seat.

It took about 10 mins and Elsa came out of her room and called my name, from a distance i saw her, she looked stunning, a tight knee low skirt, a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, and super red hot lipstick.

As I entered the room, I realised it was just a normal bedroom/living room kind of room. A bed in the far corner, a screen in the closest corner and a seating area in the middle. The session started in the middle seating area, but it quickly transitioned to the screening are where she told me to take off my t-shirt so she could see the damage and see what she can do in terms of therapy. I took it off and she started to caress my 6-pack and then told me to lie down on the far side of the room. She asked me to flip over and lie down on my belly. I just complied, next thing I know she's on top of me massaging my skin.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Someone was at the door, she told em to quickly get dressed, so I chucked on my shirt and sat down, After a few more knocks she answered the door, it was one of the staff asking her to take a meeting of a suicidal guy. She said she would do it in five minutes, asking her to let her finish up. As she sat back down, she said sorry for the interruption, and said we will finish up next week, so we quickly decided a date to meet again, and she ushered me out of the room. But just before she said "Make sure you are ready next time!"

I instantly responded, "Will do!" She smiled as I left the building and drove off.

Thinking to my self what she could possibly mean by be ready, I realised and knew I had to prepare.

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