by Amy Brent
That was my prey for the evening. My fun little tryst before I went home and snuggled next to my son and pretended I was the father I needed to be.
I walked over to her and sat down, signaling to the bartender I was ready to order. I told him to grab me a beer before he got the lady another drink, and that was enough to get her attention.
She giggled as she introduced herself, but I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t care about her name, where she came from, or if she had anyone at home.
All I cared about was how wonderful her pussy would feel around my cock tonight.
“It’s wonderful to meet you,” I said.
“I recognize you,” she said, grinning. “You’re that psychiatrist with that awesome book.”
“So you’ve read it.”
“I have. It’s what helped me get away from my ex,” she said.
“What was so wrong with the ex?” I asked.
“It’s like you said in Chapter Seven. ‘Many people can be right, but it takes more than right and love to make a marriage work.’ ”
“You really have read the book,” I said as I lifted my beer to my lips.
“It not only helped me to get out of my loveless marriage, but it also helped us to do it amicably. It’s incredible, the way you wrote that book. It was like you knew what I needed and the situation I was in.”
“Well, all it takes is a bit of personal experience and years of studying the human mind to come up with those conclusions. They sound simple enough, but it seems as if you’ve found out firsthand that they aren’t always as plain as they seem,” I said.
“I carry it around with me everywhere. In my purse at all times. I have passages highlighted and everything.”
“Well, I’m very flattered.”
“It’s an honor to meet you. I was wondering… do you think I could bother you for an autograph?” she asked.
“You could bother me for more, if you’d like,” I said, winking.
I held out my hand for her book, and she pulled it from her purse. She placed it in my hand, and the bartender handed me a pen. I inscribed a little message in her book before I signed it and then handed it back to her as our fingers touched. I knew she meant for them to touch, watching my hand placement to see where she was needed, but I found the effort cute nonetheless. She chugged back the drink I gave her as I finished up my beer. Then she slid off the barstool before she held out her hand.
“Care to exit through the back, Dr. Black?”
I loved a fake woman who knew what she wanted. The dyed hair and the fake tits screamed of inclusive and confidence issues, and they were always willing to overexert themselves. Everything was so exaggerated and superficial with them, which made it easier to leave them high and dry. With us men, it was easy, a few strokes, a little sucking, and then come spurted everywhere. With women, they were all different. Each required a different touch and way of stroking. Some required deeper penetration while others enjoyed it faster. Some only got off by oral while others got off with only anal play.
I didn’t have time to figure that shit out, and fake women never left me feeling guilty for not returning the favor.
Her lip-injected mouth crashed down on mine, painting my face with her red lipstick as we stumbled into the bathroom stall. She locked it behind her as I pulled her shirt down, freeing her beautiful tits as I pulled one between my lips. She threw her head back, sighing in an over-exaggerated fashion as I worked my cock out of my pants. I could smell her pussy, already dripping for my cock as sighs fell from her body. I ripped her panties off her before I picked her up, and she squealed when the cool metal of the bathroom stall hit her back.
My cock found her drenched pussy, and I pushed in heartily. I started at a furious pace, bouncing her tits as I motor boated her cleavage. I licked and sucked, marking her breasts as her greedy pussy gobbled down my dick. Her hands clamped into my hair as she peppered my skin with kisses, but I didn’t give a shit what she was doing.
All I cared about was fucking her until I came.
“Yes, Doctor. Fuck me good. Oh shit. Yes. Just like that. Oh, that feels fantastic, Doctor.”
I fucked her against the wall so hard, I thought we were going to dent it. Her legs were wrapped around me, and her hands were digging into my chest. I planted my palms into the wall, thrusting my dick inside of her time and time again. I felt my balls beginning to fill with need even though her pussy seemed a little ragged. It was tight but not as tight as some of the women I’d had around here, so I closed my eyes and imagined the first thing I could.
I imagined her.
Melissa.
I thought of her jet-black hair and how beautifully the curls framed her face. I thought of how her dark brown eyes were speckled with little bits of yellow. I thought of how the stars twinkled on her skin in the moonlight, shining like a light show just for me.
I thought about how warm her pussy was. How it throbbed and shook with every thrust I made into her body. I thought about the pain she experienced when I took her virginity, how that tear ricocheted down her face before I kissed it away.
I thought about how she told me to keep going. How she trusted me. How she couldn't wait for me to get back home from college.
How the fuck could I have been such an idiot?
“Faster, Doctor. Faster!”
I bit down into her neck as my balls pulled up into my body. Her pussy juices were dripping down my balls, smelling of fish and rank meat. I slammed into her, my dick sloshing around inside her body, and right on time, I saw her hand snake between our bodies. She flicked her clit, her hips grinding down into me as my legs began to stutter. Finally, her pussy was fluttering enough to clamp down on me good, and I pulled out as I began spraying my hot come all along the bathroom stall.
“No, no, no. Come back. Please.”
I panted into her neck as I released her skin. I kissed down her tits one last time before I set her down onto her feet and began stuffing myself into my pants. She stood there flabbergasted, probably wondering how the fuck I could possibly leave her like this, and before I could get out of the stall, I heard a thunderous crack before a heated sting painted the side of my cheek.
I watched that fake woman with her fake tits and her wilted pussy shift her skirt around as she walked out of the bathroom, and I was left with nothing but her disgusting smell and my memories.
My life was pathetic.
Chapter 4
Melissa
“Melissa Conway speaking. How may I help you?”
“Miss Conway, it’s Doctor Hamilton.”
“Hello, doctor. Is everything all right? Has something happened to Sarah at the daycare?” I asked.
“No, no, no. Everything’s all right. But it’s been a couple of days since I’ve seen you. Have you given any thought to the doctor I recommended for you?”
“A bit, yes,” I said.
“Look, I know sometimes it can be hard. Psychiatrists aren’t viewed like regular doctors. They’re given this persona in the public eye like the somehow mess with your brain or something.”
“Isn’t that kind of their specialty?” I asked.
“They’re there to help you just like I am. My specialty is the body. Their specialty is the brain and how it’s chemically wired. It’s no different than coming to see me. They ask questions, you talk, they diagnose, and you see them regularly the same way you see me,” he said.
“Look, I know I need to talk with someone.”
Could I tell him? How I knew Brandon? My history with him? That would be a conflict of interest thing for him, right? He wouldn’t be able to take me on as a client with our past, with those broken promises, and with the part he’d played in how I ended up here in the first place.
“I didn’t know maybe if you would call them of your own volition, so I’ve got the referral right here. All I have to do is press a button, and you’ll have someone call you within the hour,” he said.
“What am I going to do with Sara
h during this time?” I asked.
“If I need to write you a note for your boss, I’ll do that. You’re allowed to eat in these offices, so you could do it on your lunch break.”
“Wouldn’t that be his lunch break, too?” I asked.
“Miss Conway…”
“I know, I know. All right. Put in the referral. You said they’d call me?” I asked.
“Within the hour. Referral sent. I’m telling you, Miss Conway, this is going to do you a great deal of good. More good than I could ever do. When you schedule your appointment, call me back and leave a notice with my nurse. I want to make sure I keep in contact with your doctor about what he’s prescribing you, if anything.”
“I can do that, doctor. Thank you for calling,” I said.
“If you don’t hear from them within the hour. Call them. I’m serious. You need this.”
“I will, I will. Now, I’ve got to get back to my calculations.”
“I don’t know how you do all that math stuff,” he said.
“And I don’t know how you do all that blood stuff. Have a good day, doctor.”
“You, too, Miss Conway.”
Sure enough, before I went on my lunch break, I got a phone call on my cell from a number I didn’t recognize. I took a deep breath before picking it up, and the cheery voice on the other end already started grating on my nerves.
“Hello! Is this Miss Melissa Conway?” she asked.
“It is, yes.”
“Oh, wonderful. I was calling because of a referral your doctor sent to our office. How are you doing today?” she asked.
“You’re calling me from a psychiatrist’s office. You tell me,” I said.
“Well, we’ll get you scheduled for as soon as possible, so we can get you going on a better path. I just need a bit of information. First, are you more comfortable with someone of the same gender, or is the doctor you were specifically referred to going to be all right?”
“You mean Brandon?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. The referral’s for Dr. Black, but I can amend the referral to put you with anyone on that floor,” she said.
I sat there for a second and considered it. Was it going to be smart of me to make an appointment with him? On the one hand, it might trigger emotions I was not ready to show him, much less deal with. On the other hand, facing him and talking him through what he did to me might help me cope and move on. Become a better person. Not be so spiteful and angry whenever I saw happy couples walking down the road.
“Miss Conway?”
“Yes. Sorry. I’m here. You caught me in the middle of some calculations,” I said.
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m an accountant for a tech company,” I said. “And Bra—Dr. Black will be just fine.”
“Wonderful. The earliest appointment he has is Monday at four in the afternoon.”
“That works perfectly. I’d be out by five?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll put you down for that time. Now, I just need a bit of your insurance information, and we will be good to go!”
I gave her the information she was looking for before I downloaded some forms from the office’s website. I needed to fill them out and arrive fifteen minutes before my appointment to make sure everything was solid and ready to go. All through lunch, my mind was swirling. This would be the first time I’d seen my ex-boyfriend since he came home with that tall, long-legged Russian he married while I was pining for him at college. I felt anger bubble up within me as I stabbed my salad. I never could trust anyone’s promises after that one encounter. I questioned everything anyone told me. It took years for Carl to break down my defenses long enough to get me to trust him.
Then he died. In that fucking accident.
I threw my fork down onto my desk and sighed. Raking my hands through my hair, I started breathing deep through my nose. The last thing I needed was a breakdown at work, but no sooner had I collected myself than my boss came knocking on my door.
“Miss Conway.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” I said as I sat up.
“At ease, soldier,” he said, chuckling. “Just coming to check in on you.”
“Oh, I’m doing fine. Have I gone over on my lunch?”
“No, but you never did let me know how that doctor’s appointment went,” he said.
“Oh. I’m sorry. It, uh, went fine. He recommended I see Dr. Brandon Black.”
“Have you made an appointment?” he asked.
“I did before I took my lunch break, yes,” I said.
“For what time?” he asked.
“Four o’clock on Monday.”
“Make it a standing appointment with him. I expect you to be out of this office by 3:30 every Monday,” he said.
“Sir, that’s not—”
“Melissa, you’re the hardest working individual I have in this accounting department. You’re well on your way to running this place once I get a mind about me to retire. We can’t afford to lose you. Take care of yourself. Make it a standing date with your doctor.”
If only he knew why those words enraged me like they did.
“I will. Promise.”
“Good. Now, about those numbers you’re calculating, I need them by two.”
“Consider it done,” I said.
After work, I went to pick up Sarah and ran into Ava again. We talked a bit about work, and she looked incredibly stressed, so I invited her over to share a bottle of wine. I told her the kids could have a sleepover, and we could have time to catch up. Logan and Sarah were all for it. I piled the kids into my car to allow Ava to go change her clothes, and I took them both back to my place to feed them a snack. They were clamoring to get out in the backyard and play, so I forewent the snack and let them run. I closed the gate and went inside, opening the blinds by the kitchen table, so we could watch them while we shared a glass of wine together.
Or maybe two.
“Knock, knock,” Ava called out.
“Already got a glass of wine poured.”
“The kids outside playing?” she asked.
“Yep. Logan’s swinging, and Sarah’s going down the slide.”
“This is much needed,” she said as she picked up her glass. “Thank you so much.”
“That rough of a week?” I asked.
“We’ll need another bottle just to get through it. Yours?”
“Oh, it’s been interesting,” I said.
“Uh-oh. Why’s that? Something happen with the doctor?”
“He referred me to a shrink. Thinks I might have Major Depressive Disorder.”
“Not gonna lie, it doesn’t shock me,” she said.
“I know, I know. I’m still functioning and holding down a job, so I never considered it an option. Aren’t depressed people supposed to not get out of bed or smile at their kids?” I asked.
“It rears its head in all forms. Just because you can function doesn’t mean you’re happy.”
“I guess so. He referred me to Dr. Brandon Black.”
“Wait. The Dr. Black? The one with that book that’s always on the news?” she asked.
“That’s the one.”
“Oh, he’s a hunk. I love them tall with dark hair. Broad shoulders. Chiseled chest. I bet his thighs are—”
“You okay over there?” I asked.
“Sorry. Just daydreaming. So, when’s your appointment with him?”
“Monday at four.”
“Well, don’t sound so down about it. What’s up your butt?” she asked.
“Besides being depressed? Dr. Black is my ex.”
I heard her choke on her wine before she set her glass down. The kids were giggling outside as I watched them, but my mind was spinning elsewhere. I still wasn’t sure how in the world I was going to do this appointment with him, but if I talked about nothing else, I needed to talk to him about what he did to me, what meeting that Russian woman did to me.
“When the hell did you two date? I thought your parents we
re, like, fucking Amish or something.”