“By just listening to me.”
“Okay?” She agreed, crossing her arms and legs.
It was so fascinating to her that Wesley had literally developed a split personality right before her eyes all because he had oral sex with her. Talk about losing your head. If everything works out today, she could write a book about his instant transformation. Of course, she would have to use a pen name to keep her identity covert.
He shook his head. “I know I was brought to you for a reason.” he murmured. “Surely we can figure this out together.”
His words sounded all too familiar, how clever of him. He used the same deterrent she had with patients. A promise to work things out together. However, she knew she had never helped anyone, at least not to her knowledge. Now he was turning the tables. But why? What did he want from her? This Channing character was pretty cunning, much more than Wesley ever seemed to be.
Allison bit her bottom lip. She was at a loss. Her mind was spinning. She had no prior experience dealing with men who were out of control, except in bed of course.
She tried to recall something—anything from her clinical reference books. There wasn’t anything that came to mind. She could not think of a case were someone late in life had suffered from post-traumatic distress coupled with a sudden on set of schizophrenia. Oh yeah, there was that life-changing ordeal with Mr. Patterson’s outburst, however, since then things have been very different for her anyway.
Now, she had nothing to lose other than her practice. The thought occurred to her, “Can she get convicted and sent to jail for sending a patient over the deep end? Her inappropriate actions could cause a scandal and, worse yet, could leave her facing ten to twenty years imprisoned with a bunch of hard-ass dikes making her their bitch. However, a lipstick lesbian she could handle. She could see it now, being force to kiss a woman who looks like a dude with full on facial hair. The dreaded imagines that flooded her mind caused her to shudder.
She had to erase any thoughts of jail time. Allison quickly recalled her first aid classes—she liked the dummies and the control she had with them. Hence, dummies make the best patients.
Then it dawned on her…when someone goes into shock, you keep him or her calm and entertain the victim with conversation. She could definitely handle talking this out with Wesley. This should work...eventually he would have to turn back into himself and what happened to him after that was not her responsibility. How did she get into this mess?
***
Her mind drifted back to the day when Wesley entered her office. He showed up unannounced on a slow Monday. The knock on the door jam was so unexpected. Fedex had come and gone hours earlier and she didn’t have anyone scheduled for hours.
“Can I come in?” He asked through the cracked opening of the door.
“Yes, c’mon in,” Allison replied listlessly.
When Wesley stepped into her office she almost fell out of her chair. The man had a Hollywood wattage smile that made her heart quicken. He took her breath away. It was, after all, very unusual for Allison to be smitten on a dime.
“Hello, Allison Holmes, right?”
“Yes, Hello. And, you are?”
“Wesley Silver. I was referred to you by your father...he’s a friend of mine.”
“My father is a friend of yours? I didn’t know he had any.” She inadvertently blurted out. “I mean, he’s just so busy with work that—”
Wesley could see she was struggling to recovery from her faux pas.
“Perhaps friends isn’t the best word to describe what we are...but, he thinks the world of you.”
“Are you sure we are talking about the same man?” she smiled.
“I am certain. My wife is a patient of his. He thought it would be a conflict of interest to counsel me too—you know because he’s treating my wife.”
“Yes, I suppose that would be.” She twisted her pen in her mouth and then quickly jotted down some notes. “Hum...so, how can I help you?”
“We are having some troubles—I mean my wife and I—big troubles...and I need to talk to someone. Your father believes you are that someone.”
“Really? Okay, well I have a few minutes right now.”
There was no way she was turning this piece of eye candy down. Besides, the referral came from her father so she had to accept it. Most referrals understood the discreet services she provided. Of course, this was not the case with Wesley. So, Allison had to kept things on the up and up.
Her eyes darted to his left hand. The small diamond in his wedding band sparkled brightly. Damn, why did he have to be married? It doesn’t hurt to look, she thought. “Please have a seat.” She waved to the chair in front of her desk.
“Thank you,” Wesley walked across the floor, dragging his feet and parked his cute butt in the chair closest to her desk. He appeared nervous and awkward. Where was his self-confidence? Damn, he was dreamy. He could hardly make eye contact with Allison.
“Before we begin I have to inform you that my fee is three hundred an hour,” she said without missing a beat. He looked expensive so she raised her prices another one hundred dollars per hour. “And, I don’t accept insurance—out of pocket only, cash is good.” she cleared her throat. Wesley did not blink an eye when she coughed out her cash only services.
“I understand,” he said.
“Does that work with your budget? The last thing I would want to do is cause a potential client any financial struggles.” She lied. Although, based on his looks, she would have provided him counseling for free.
“Your fee is acceptable,” Wesley complied.
Allison noted how he twisted and knotted his fingers together in his lap. It was clear he was extremely uptight. That could be a problem for Allison. A client with real issues may be more that what she bargained for and, now in hindsight, he was.
On a few occasions her business card landed into the hands of someone that didn’t fit her desired profile. However, this rarely happened but, when it did, she would refer an undesirable case over to some that was better suited for his or her needs. Usually she would call on a colleague or perhaps, her father who was actually interested in solving a real disorder.
In all reality, the final choice to render treatment to a new client was up to Allison. Because, at the end of the day, her patients had to bring something to the table that would tickle Allison’s inappropriate desires. If they didn’t, she would turn them away.
Unfortunately, Wesley fell into a rare category—she had no business treating him. Although, she could not turn him away; her father would have questioned her decision to do so and without a good answer, he would have gone ballistic. Pleasing her father was high on her list. However, she should have turned Wesley away, as she had with any other complicated cases in the past.
He was a severe mess and in need of extensive treatment. Allison had no real experience treating the disorder he suffered from, at least not the head on his shoulders. Usually her focus went deeper than that—into the seat of a man’s pants. Ironically, this was actually one of his issues, penile dysfunction, but it didn’t begin there. The problem was in his mind. Wesley would not benefit behind the closed doors of Allison’s practice. But, her eyes made that call. Wesley was the most gorgeous man that had ever graced her path.
Allison looked forward to their weekly sessions. He entertained her for the first two years of their patient-doctor relationship. She kept it as professional as she could stand. He was such an interesting man as well as beyond generous. Besides the Hollywood features he brought to the table, he also bought her the most exquisite pieces of jewelry. Never once did he behave sexually inappropriately toward her. This was extremely rare as most men always wanted to knock Allison’s socks off.
They talked and laughed for hours. Allison never grew bored of Wesley’s conversations. She loved to talk to him and vise-versa. They both were great conversationalist, although, she was the best. She had the gift of gab. She should have been a politician or perhaps a preacher.
Wait...scratch off that last career option. A preacher! That would not have been a good idea.
The one-hour appointments that she scheduled for Wesley would turn into two then three consecutive hours at a time. Remarkably, although she cut her fee in half many times, he insisted on paying the full-price. They never had qualms over her compensation.
Before long, Allison began canceling all her other appointments on the days Wesley was scheduled. She didn’t want any interruptions. He became her main priority despite the fact that they were just conversing.
Allison loved the genuine attention and the friendship that had developed between them. Wesley filled a void that Allison longed for—there was nothing physically between them, other than a friendly hug once in a blue moon. Allison thought she could have gone on like this with him forever. But, as we know nothing is forever, especially in Allison’s world.
It was extremely out of the ordinary for her to desire a man more than he did her. The sound of his deep voice melted her like hot chocolate and stirred her feminine juices.
During many of his visits when he was stretched out comfortably on the therapy sofa, Allison would sit behind her desk and masturbate. Wesley had no idea what she was doing, because he was lost in his thoughts, rambling on.
“Just keep talking Wesley, don’t stop,” she whispered as she peeled back the edges of her panties and pleasured herself.
Her curiosity grew restless. Allison wanted more. She was aching to take their relationship to a sexual one. What a waste of time he spent complaining about his feelings of guilt. Two years had gone by.
The problem was that Wesley would not stop talking about his wife. He would go on and on how he let her down when she caught him surfing through a porn site for the first time ever one afternoon. How Allison understood it was that his wife berated him and told him that married men who do this sort of thing and that he should be ashamed. Her words were like swords, wounding him. She strongly believed that porn was for single men and that he was behaving like a pervert and should be castrated! He felt like a nothing.
To Allison’s surprise, what she didn’t understand is why Wesley excused his wives radical judgment of him. Was Allison’s interpretation of his wife and marriage so eschewed? Perhaps she took his words out of context. He blamed himself that his wife felt inadequate compared to the women on the site. Hence, she could not have sex with him after she busted him.
Wesley loved his wife so much that ever since that day he lost his mojo to get it up, she took him down and his manhood too. He felt losing his libido was poetic justice. How pathetic. With all his heart he believed that his wife didn’t mean to react so harshly but, the damage was done. And now he just wanted was to be able to have sex with her again but felt too guilty for hurting her. So if he even glances at another woman, she accuses him of wanting to have sex with them. The way she looks at him is none other than pure disgust.
It was Allison strong opinion and best advice that he should face his aversions and pursue an adulteress affair. And, she told him so. Her theory was by doing this he may relieve any resentment he may have pent up for this wife. However, her hope was, at best, he would realize that it is time to move on and divorce her. Otherwise, he would remain stuck in a rut, ranting on about the same old bitter women forever. Although there were times she gave him good advice. Allison told him that love doesn’t run and it doesn’t turn away from a fight and, if it does, he should run just as fast in the opposite direction. Allison’s cure for his marriage was to shit or get off the pot.
Of course, there was still the matter of his limp biscuit. She was confident this would be an easy fix. It would definitely rise to the occasion with her. One little blue pill, coupled with her saucy techniques and all should be more than fine. Allison felt it was her responsibility to monitor Wesley’s pulse and any side effects that the blue pill may cause in order to get the dosage right. Who better than her to be there when his heart races out of control for the first time in years? After all the prescription clearly states—not to be taken unless under the close supervision of your doctor!
A sexual pass was in order to get him on the road to recovery. Allison knew she would have to make the first move and her patience was waning. It was time to take matters into her hands, literally. She had waited long. Her appetite grew hungry for him even when he wasn’t even present. Plenty of nights she masturbated to the sexy photo she had taken for his folder. She longed to devour his flesh every time he visited. A plan of attack was in order. She began scheduling him two to three times a week. He didn’t seem to mind either. She started flirting with him. If she wanted Wesley, it was clear that she would have to be the one to cross the line in the sand. And, she did.
***
Now regret coursed through Allison’s veins. Another lessoned learned, absolutely. If things worked out with her dilemma with Wesley, she would have to tighten up on her screening process in the future. No more accepting patients based on their good looks.
Prior to the predicament she was currently facing, potential clients were carefully prescreened via Skype before she would set an appointment. This was conduct on a one-way camera basis; she could see them but her identity remained anonymous.
“Mr. Robertson, if you asked me one more time to turn on my webcam this interview is over. I don’t know what you are thinking but this is not a dating site.”
“Okay, its just, wow, you sound so much like Marilyn Monroe—your voice is so raspy and—” he hesitated.
“And what?” She resounded. Allison tapped her mouse to enlarge the live video image of him. Her eyes examined his flawless face.
“I was just wondering what you look like? You sound like a 900-doctor-fix-me...operator.” He had no idea how close he was to the truth. She was an operator all right, a smooth operator.
Allison lowered her voice and drew in her breath, to entice the sexy future patient further. She spoke very slowly and precisely.
“What I look like is none of your business. Let’s see if you meet the criteria of a possible client first. If you do, soon you will see for yourself what I look like. Until then, get your mind out of the gutter. We will have plenty time to explore that situation later.” Allison exhaled deeply. She lived for the control she had over men.
Allison had built a very selective clientele list. She knew their dirty little secrets. And she kept them well, mainly, because she was apart of them. She only took on patients that she could control or dominate between the sheets.
It’s really kind of sad how the world only saw her as an object of desire. After all it wasn’t her fault she was born beautiful. Men fell in love with her and women wanted to be her. When she flashed her Hollywood pearly whites, everyone noticed. They wooed and aaah’d at the sight of her.
She had a way of casting a come-hither spell with her bewitching green eyes and even the most faithful men would surrender to her seduction. Even women would fall under her spell.
Her pheromones entered a room before she did. Strangers welcomed her with open arms. This served her well in most situations. A few flutters of her long black eyelashes and bedazzling smile and men would drop like flies.
Inwardly, Allison may have wanted to give more but, really no one could get past her outer appearances. Her beauty was a curse. And frankly, Allison wore a neon sign over her heart that screamed beware high-voltage, danger do not come near me.
However, today Allison was not at the top of her game. Wesley was really causing her to stumble. Big time!
***
“Wesley, I mean Channing, if that’s the name you want me to call you, I will. I am sure that having sex with me felt like an out of body experience,” she gloated, “but now it’s back to reality. Today we experienced the reason you were bought to me,” she said firmly, taking control back over the situation.
“No, I am living in reality! I have been floating around invading the bodies of others for years. The thing is I have my own body out there somewhere and I need help to get b
ack into it. Right before I felt like I could return to myself, I met Wesley.”
“Wait how did you meet him? If you are an entity floating around, this doesn’t make sense.” She wondered how he was going to explain this one.
“I had been hosting the body of his boss, Mr. Price, for several weeks. But I had never seen Wes in action—you know around women—or outside of the office. And, believe me at his office, there are no dames there that would distract a dog in heat.”
“Oh, pity sake,” Allison smarted.
“It’s true. Anyway, this one night we were all attending a fundraiser for homeless children. Wesley attended the event with his wife. It was the first time I had met her. Well, low and behold, the event was sponsored by Elite Modeling agency. I could not believe how Wesley handled himself around tons of drop-dead gorgeous woman. My eyes were falling out of my head that night. But, Fuck me—”
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