THE THERAPIST
EPISODE THREE
J.A. BELFIELD
The Therapist
Published by J.A. Belfield
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Copyright © 2016 Julie Anne Belfield
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First Published: 2017
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EPISODE THREE
Hair a dark henna red, shoulders stiffly held back, and anxious eyes of dark amber aimed at him from amid coffee-toned skin, Jordan Ness sat on the chaise in Chase Walker’s office in nothing but the clinic-provided robe and terry-cloth slippers. At least, that was the name she’d booked in under. If he listened to his staff, Raelyn and Samantha, she looked an awful lot like a certain celebrity who’d been avoiding the limelight a lot of late. One who’d early on earned a reputation for saying yes to any offer thrown at her and following through.
Of course, the couple of blocks of muscle, who accompanied her for each appointment and drowned the reception area chairs, didn’t help with the assumption the two of them had drawn.
“Did you practice what we discussed last week?” Chase asked from behind his desk.
“I did, yes.”
“And?”
Ms ‘Ness’ had visited CW Consult a fortnight before for assistance from Chase. After realising that she’d begun watching females a lot more than males, she found herself questioning her sexuality. In her words, she thought she might be turning gay after being a happy ‘straight’ for thirty-three and a half years. Especially as she hadn’t been able to bring herself to sleep with any guys for over a month—which, apparently, wasn’t like her, at all. Something his fellow staff agreed on.
At her first consultation, Chase had gotten the impression she’d expected him to be able to tell her either way with a single glance. It had taken an hour of patience to explain that sexuality wasn’t as simple as that. And that people could often be attracted to more than one gender. They could also find beauty in a gender that was in no way sexually appealing to them.
So, she’d enlisted him: to help her discover whether her attraction to females was the ‘real deal’, or she was just having an enthusiastic appreciation for the appeal of the female body.
“I watched them,” she said in answer to his question. “I watched them all, and when I finished with them, I bought some more.”
Or had someone go out and buy them for you, Chase thought.
DVD’s. Chase had given her three DVD’s of light lesbian porn to study during her two week break between appointments. The non-sleezy variety.
“How did you find them?” he asked, resting his forearms on the desk.
She sighed, the gesture ending on a smile. “Hot.”
“Anybody can find porn hot, Ms Ness. How did your body react to them—how did you find yourself reacting to them?”
“I masturbated,” she said, matter-of-fact. “A lot.”
“No feelings of guilt? Deprecating self-worth?”
“None. Not even in the slightest.”
“Did you use a vibrator?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Should you not consider, in that case, that watching them made you crave a man, rather than the women the porn made you fantasise about?”
“I didn’t insert the vibrator,” she said, her smile smug like she’d just won a round against an adversary. “I used it for stimulation only.”
“So, how did watching lesbians in sexual situations make you feel?” he asked.
“Satisfied.” Her smile broadened. “And eager to watch another.” Her eyebrows twitched upward. “Horny as hell.”
“And have you been involved in any sexual encounters with a woman, or women, since I last saw you?”
The confidence in her stare lessened a little as she shook her head. “No.”
“What about men?”
“A couple of guys have tried.” She shrugged, meeting his gaze again. “I wasn’t into it.”
“Okay.” Pushing up from his chair, he rounded the desk to the other side and propped a butt cheek against its top. “Do you remember what we said this week’s session might involve, on the grounds of your homework being a success?”
Her smile grew crooked. Possibly a little sordid, too. “Of course I do.”
“And are you happy to proceed with the pre-discussed exercise?”
“Of course I am.”
“Maybe you’d like to follow me, then.”
She all but sprang from the seat in Chase’s direction, and he had to contain his laugh. God, he fucking loved an enthusiastic client. Almost as much as he loved ones with barriers to break through.
One of the doors leading out of his office took them to a corridor and more doors. Chase pushed through the first on the left, into the room full of sensual promise and toys for almost every occasion.
The usual bronze bedcovering in the sex-themed bedroom had been switched out for a gold one that matched the drapes and accented the caramel walls. As did the distressed drawers that held sex toys aplenty. Facing the bed, the fireplace overlooking a shaggy rug remained unlit, while the antique replica sex chair in the corner of the room still made a formidable statement, even though shadows hugged it.
The client stilled beside him as her gaze traced every item in there. “Wow.”
“This is where today’s session will be carried out.”
She blew out a slow breath and nodded. “Okay. Nothing like my room at home, but … okay.”
“If you’d like to take a seat?” He indicated a soft, armless chair that’d been placed in there earlier, and as Ms Ness lowered herself into it, Chase took a pew on the end of the bed facing her. “There are a few important points to run through before the session begins.” He waited for her nod before continuing. “The session will be carried out by two females. How much you participate in the activities is entirely up to you. Whether, or not, you remove your robe is entirely up to you. And how you decide to let the two women know how much you want to participate is entirely up to you.”
“That last bit’s unclear,” she said.
Pressing his fingertips together, he leaned in toward her. “Well, you can either specify anything you would like them to do, or you would like to do, as and when you want it to happen. Or, if you’re uncomfortable with making a bold request … you can agree on a safe word. What this means is that everyone within the room will act on instinct, but if anything happens that you’re uncomfortable with, or you sense something is about to happen that makes you feel unsure, then speaking the safe word will end any activity, unless you give the okay for it to continue.”
“Okay, got it.”
“However, if you decide to use a safe word, rather than verbal prompting, throughout the activity, you must specify as such, as well as your consent to it, at the beginning of the session.”
“For legal reasons,” she said, and Chase nodded.
“Yes, for legal reasons. It’s often best to choose a word that wouldn’t ordinarily come up, at all or for any reason, during a sexual encounter. So, calling out something like breast or finger might be misconstrued, and so could be ineffective. Something mundane and completely non-
sex-related is always best.”
“Right,” she said. “Any suggestions?”
Chase shrugged. “Something simple like a bug, or a car brand?”
“Bug …” She shuddered. “Ugh, yeah, but no.”
He smiled. “Any nerves, at all, before we start?”
“I can’t tell,” she said. “I feel jittery, but I’m … excited. I think.”
“You can feel nervous and excited at the same time.”
“I guess.” Nodding, she glanced about the room as if wondering when the hell things were going to get moving.
Chase was more than capable of getting the message: He wasn’t what she’d come for. “Okay, so … do you want me to stay for the session? If I stay, I’ll be tucked away over in the corner where you’ll barely notice me.” He pointed toward the red stool stuck in the darkened corner behind her. “Or I can leave the room and give you more privacy.”
“But you’ll be watching, either way?” she asked.
“It’s policy here for all practical sessions to be observed, to protect both the client and staff, so yes, I will be watching.”
“In that case, I’ll go with the privacy.”
“Not a problem.” He pushed up from the bed. “If you’d like to make yourself comfortable, I’ll send in the ladies who’ll be leading the session.”
She blew out a breath, sinking back into her seat, as Chase made for the exit and slipped outside.
Raelyn stood in the corridor, just to the right of the door, a second woman at her side. Fawn. She worked for an agency—one Chase happened to be well acquainted with—and when Chase had called the woman in charge with a request, she’d told him she knew exactly who send.
Rae’s long dark hair had been pulled out of its usual ponytail and spilled over her back, her smoky-grey eye-makeup accentuating her hazel irises. Beside her, Fawn’s hair almost matched Rae’s in shade, but her indigo blue eyes made him wonder about a dye job. Not that it mattered. They were both semi-tall. Both curved in all the right places. And, dressed similarly in little black dresses and no shoes—probably no underwear, too—they matched the description of Ms Ness’s preference Chase had jotted down during a previous appointment.
“You ladies ready?” he asked once he’d checked them over.
“You betcha,” Rae answered, to Fawn’s, “Good to go.”
“I’ll be watching.” He reached for the handle of the next door along. “Ask her for the safe word. I think that’s how she’s swaying.”
“Will do,” Rae said, and as she tugged down the handle into the bedroom, he stepped inside the observation space.
Flicking on low lighting as he went, he crossed between the large screen on one wall and the window into the other bedroom on the other wall. Pausing at a control panel, he clicked a few switches, and the screen popped to life with a huge image of Rae shutting herself and Fawn inside the room with the client.
Pressing a few more options, he split-screened the room so he could view both the bed and Ms Ness’s position side by side.
“Hi, my name’s Rae …”
“We’ve met,” the client said, which they had. Rae manned the front desk whenever her assistance wasn’t needed during a session, so pretty much every client who visited for the services of CW Consult knew her face.
Rae nodded to her companion. “And this is Fawn. Our job is to try establishing a connection between your own desires and the sexuality of females when placed together in a situation such as the one that will be occurring here today. Did Mr Walker explain how this session will play out?”
“I’m aware of the plan, yes.”
“Okay, so, are we working with a safe word? Or do you have—”
“Trifle,” Ms Ness cut in, and Raelyn’s eyebrows arched.
“Trifle?”
The client shrugged. “I bloody hate the stuff. Figured it’d make as good a safe word as any.”
Rae smiled. “Trifle it is, then. Are you ready to commence?”
“I’m ready.”
Rae paused, almost as if she studied her to make sure of that statement and only moved on once satisfied. Crossing the room, she headed for the wall switches, and a twist of the dials lowered the lighting to something more comfortable. More intimate in tone. As she turned back, her gaze didn’t swing as far as Ms Ness, but settled on Fawn. And the smile she gave promised of goodness. And badness. And everything in between.
Like she’d suddenly been put on a stage in a men’s club, Rae swung those hips of hers in the other woman’s direction. Fawn watched every step, her chin jerking high, as if giving the order to approach. As Rae reached out, Fawn’s lips had already parted. Her tongue already scraped across her upper teeth.
Taking Fawn by the hip, Rae pulled her toward herself, drove the fingers of her free hand up into Fawn’s trailing hair. A good few inches taller, Rae tugged back Fawn’s head before melding their lips together in a kiss that was as possessive as it was sensual.
Lips breaking apart until only their noses touched, Rae brushed a hand across Fawn’s back. A moment later, she guided the zip of her dress all the way down and spread the rear of the garment into two halves, exposing the upper hills of Fawn’s ass.
With little warning, Rae grabbed hold of Fawn’s hair again, and reclaimed her mouth with heightened hunger. While holding her in place, she worked one strap of the dress from a shoulder, before switching hands and doing the same with the other.
The dress sagged only as far as where Fawn’s chest bumped upward with each of her breaths, and Rae slipped a hand inside, pushed the dress down further. Putting on display a real pretty pair of breasts with rosebud nipples.
Reaching behind himself, Chase gripped the edge of the stool and rolled it closer to the screen. As he propped his butt up onto the seat and got comfortable for the show, the dress slid the rest of the way down until it pooled around Fawn’s feet, and Chase had to take a moment to admire the beauty of the body it exposed.
Dipped waist. Breasts lush and plump without being too large. Soft rounded hips, and legs toned to a firm finish without appearing muscular.
No wonder his contact had set a high price for her.
Dipping her face, Rae drew one of those pert nipples into her mouth, and Fawn’s body swayed into the action, her lips parting on a sigh. An arm around Fawn’s back held her securely into Rae’s lapping as she tongued the stiff flesh. Giving a low groan, Fawn gripped onto Rae’s shoulders, as she brushed her attention over to the other breast.
Chase checked the image on the left of the screen. Of Ms Ness. The rapt way she stared toward where Rae drew that nipple into her mouth, then licked, drew it in then licked. He smiled when she fidgeted in her seat a little.
Movement from the girls drew his gaze back, as Rae swung Fawn toward the bed, kicked her legs back against the mattress, bent over the other woman’s body until she had little choice but to sink backward and let the downy blankets catch her fall. Taking a moment to spread the woman’s thighs wide, Rae stepped back away from her. A smile curved her lips as her gaze dropped toward the junction of Fawn’s thighs, and reaching behind herself, she peeled down the zip of her own dress and shrugged it from her shoulders.
Although her back was to the client, Rae twisted far enough to stare back at her over her shoulder as she shimmied the black fabric over her torso, her waist. Putting her curvy ass on display as the dress floated down over her legs to the floor. “Like what you see?” she asked, her smile bordering on devilish.
“Yes,” the client said. A simple response betrayed by the softening of her voice.
Glancing away, Rae approached the bed once more and sat in a coquettish pose beside Fawn’s spread legs so she half faced Ms Ness. With her stare fixed back on the client, she slowly feathered a hand the length of Fawn’s inner thigh, all the way up to where her cunt all but contracted for just a touch.
Without penetration, Rae continued her journey straight over that glossy pool and traced the seam of flesh, flicking over Fawn�
��s clitoris and bringing her fingers to her mouth. Sucking over them with her lips, she closed her eyes, let out a low hum, her gaze going right back to Ms Ness when her lids lifted again.
Retaining that eye contact, Rae slipped a hand around the knee beside her and, lifting Fawn’s leg, hooked it over her lap. Putting that juicy cunt on even greater display. Like a fucking offering. Hell, it almost tempted Chase, so it had to be doing something for the client.
Leaning into her arm turned Rae’s body closer to Fawn and farther from Ms Ness, but, lips parted, she glanced back over at the client as she took those fingers of hers straight back to Fawn’s cunt and slipped the first finger inside. The other woman lifted her hips into the insertion. A quiet moan escaped. Followed by more small sounds of pleasure, more chasing of hips as Rae slowly withdrew then slid back in again with two fingers. Withdrew and glided back in with three fingers.
Pushing up until her elbows propped her, Fawn swept her gaze from where Rae finger fucked her in what had to be agonising slowness, to where Ms Ness stared between the two women and the ministrations happening before her. Like she didn’t know where to look yet wanted to look everywhere at the same time.
As Chase studied the client, he noted the early hazing of her eyes that came with any sexual arousal. The way she straightened slightly in her seat, the movement brushing her thighs together. Probably a purposeful act. Her tongue dented just the inside of her cheek as she prodded there, almost a conscious action, as if to make herself more appealing to those she sought to bag.
Yeah, she liked what she saw. And she wanted what she saw. The biggest question was: would she take it?
Shifting her weight to one elbow, Fawn trailed a hand down her body, over her stomach, her pelvis, until her fingers curled around where Rae’s pumped in and out of her. Until her own fingers where wet. Drawing them back again, she spread the seam of her flesh, exposing herself even further. Slathering that wetness all the way up to her clit, which she rolled between a finger and thumb before finding a rolling rhythm across it that her body seemed to like, judging by the way she ground into it and her breaths hastened.
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