I stood up.
‘Because I’m your therapist,; I told him. ‘And because I have got to stick to the rules. I’ve signed a code of conduct and I cannot break it. I want to be a good therapist. And I need you as a client and I really need the money you pay me. Also, I am a professional and I have to behave in a professional manner.
I didn’t sound too convincing, even to myself.
Because Hugo had stood up and walked over towards me. He gathered me into his arms, caressed me gently on the neck with his finger and took the clips out of my hair, one by one, until my hair fell gently on to my shoulders.
And then he undid my zip, just a fraction. Put his hand strongly behind my neck and drew me towards him. And kissed me.
And I, despite everything, kissed him back.
I was born to kiss him. It was so good, it was so sexy and it was so deep His tongue was inside my mouth, feeling, delving, seeking. My tongue was inside his, doing exactly the same to him.
My entire body was on fire. And I could feel that his was too.
Fire.
‘Now, sweet Katie,’ he said. ‘Will you accept the flower. Now, will you talk to me about sex?’
I could also be cheeky.
‘No,' I said. ‘I will not. But we do need to go over the rules again and maybe change just a few of them. Sit right down, Sir.’
I suddenly felt incredibly powerful. This man, this old and very wealthy man, wanted me. Maybe I could be a sugar baby if that was what he wanted. Maybe he wanted to be a sugar daddy. I don't know where these thoughts came from but suddenly I had them.
And if he wanted to buy me flowers, why not? Except that I did not only want flowers.
If I’m honest, I was tired of never having any money.
And if this could work for me too, then why not.
Except - what about the therapy. What about my job and my reputation? And what about the small matter of the porn addiction. What on earth was I thinking!
I suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore. I gathered myself together. It was time to be sensible.
‘Hugo. Before we rush into anything, let’s think about this properly. Let’s spend today talking. Tell me more. Tell me why you really came here? Are you genuinely worried about your porn addiction? Because if you are, it seems to me we should focus on that. Forget about us…’
‘Katie. Take off your dress. Now.’
Oh dear God.
I really wanted to. But no, I wasn’t going to.
‘No.’ I said. ‘You tell me about the pornography. And why you think you watch it.’
And so Hugo started telling me his story.
‘It wasn’t a big deal at first,’ he said. And he explained that it started off as fun, just a few minutes now and again. But then he started watching a porn star by the name of Candy. Candy Starlight, who he became a bit obsessed with. Candy, who was so young, so blonde, so pretty, so sexy and with the same blue eyes that I had, the same small waist, the same nipples that couldn’t help but peek through her dresses…’
He became obsessed with Candy. And that was why he felt a little obsessed with me. Or, so attracted to me. I looked exactly like Candy.
And then I really couldn’t believe what he told me. Because Mr Davenport opened up to me some more. He told me the truth.
Every little detail.
This was all part of a plan that he had hatched. He had specially come to see me as a therapist. Because he worked on the same street as I did and he had seen me, walking to and from work. And for the last few weeks he had been watching me. And he had known that he just had to meet me. He felt that I could be his ‘real Candy.’ I looked just like her. I walked just like her. My breasts jiggled exactly the way hers did.
So this was all part of a plan. He watched me. He followed me home. He spoke to my doorman and he found out what kind of work I did. He followed me to and from my office, to and from the shops, into my favourite dress store. And more than that, he had watched me through my window. He already knew how beautiful my body was. And he knew, he just knew, that I wanted to be a Candy too.
So he had made an appointment to come and see me, so that he could get to know me. He had lied about the addiction, although he really was obsessed with Candy. He just wanted to get to know me.
Oh my gosh.
I was speechless.
He had been stalking me. He had me all mixed up with Candy.
And I didn’t really mind at all.
Chapter Five: The Game
This was a game to Hugo. He didn’t need therapy. He wanted me. He was fifty years old but he wanted to be with me, even though I was half his age.
‘Hugo. You do know I cannot be your therapist. This is totally unethical, we cannot do this, you have to leave immediately.’
‘Katie. I don’t want you to be my therapist. But I do want to keep coming here. Twice a week. Like this. With me on the couch. And you, you sitting on the desk. With your legs crossed. With your buttons undone. We can play sex games. I can tell you my fantasies. And I will still pay you and shower you with gifts. You are so damn hot, we can…
‘I am not doing anything in this office,’ I gasped. I’ll lose my license. No. No way. But we could change the rules, change the game.’
I couldn’t believe that I was saying this. But I said it anyway.
‘We could play somewhere else.’
And that was how we agreed to go out for dinner. To discuss what we were going to do; if anything at all.
Hugo got up to leave. This time he didn’t give me $300. He gave me $1000, cash, ten crisp $100 notes. I wasn’t going to take it but then I thought - I had just spent an hour with him. It was kind of work. I needed the money. And he did have a lot of it.
‘Wear something sexy tonight. Something short. Show off those legs of yours. I’ll fetch you at seven o clock.’
And he left. Just like that, he left.
He knows everything about me, I thought. He knows exactly where I live. He has been watching me, through my bedroom window, for weeks.
Oh my gosh, was this really happening? It was.
I had another client coming and I forced myself to focus on the client. Really, I kept thinking about shopping and then dinner and where was he going to take me and how fancy would it be and would we have sex afterwards? Would he pay me? Would I be like a hooker or a high class call girl?
‘Yes, yes,’ I understand exactly how you feel I said to my client, even though I hadn’t heard a word she’d been saying the whole time. ‘I’ll see you next week.’ I felt a bit guilty for rushing her out of my office. But I had a dinner to get ready for. I picked up my handbag, walked out the office and locked it behind me. It was time for a bubble bath, a glass of wine and to get all dressed up. I was excited. I couldn't help it.
Maybe I wasn’t going to be a hooker or a call girl.
Maybe I was going to be a sugar babe. Because that was exactly what I felt like.
A sugar babe. Oooh, there was a definite swing in my step as I made my way home.
Chapter Six: Dinner Time
When I did got home the doorman told me there’d been a delivery. He handed me a beautiful large white cardboard box while giving me a rather strange look.
‘There’s a note inside, Ms Stewart. ‘The gentleman who bought it was wearing a very smart suit. He looked important. I think it may have been your father?’
He knew full well it wasn't my father. He knew full well it was a daddy of a different sort. But he was clearly very interested to know who the gift was from or what it was. He was very eager to find out what was going on.
I just said ‘Thank you Jasper,’ took the box and walked the three flights up to my apartment. As soon as I was inside, I ripped the bag open. What could it be? It had to be from Hugo, but what had he sent me?
Oh sweet Goddesses. Inside the beautiful pink and white tissue paper was a dress, a short black silk dress, absolutely magnificent, elegant, stylish and exactly my size. It had shoestring straps, was b
ejeweled around the neckline and totally exquisite. The back was totally open, bare. I held it up in front of me, in front of the mirror. It was definitely a designer dress, totally my style, it was going to look perfect on me.
And there was more. A smaller package was inside the big one. Stockings, of course. Sheer, expensive, luxury stockings. With a very sexy pair of suspenders.
There was no denying anything anymore. I was a sugar babe. With a sugar daddy.
I hung up the dress and drew myself a bath. I lay back in the bubbles, thinking about what was ahead of me. Dinner, definitely. He probably had a private chef. And then - what would happen after dinner? Would we watch porn? Or was that a ruse. Would he pretend I was Candy Starlight? Could I be like Candy Starlight. What exactly did Candy Starlight do? Maybe it was time for me to watch some porn.
I knew that I wanted to do things with Hugo. But - this was all kind of new to me. I would have to learn.
I looked out the window. The street was dark but a car was parked on the other side of the road, a very fancy black car. I could see a shadow inside, the shape of a man. I knew that car. I’d seen it before. That was Hugo’s car. That was where he watched me from.
I could be Candy Starlight immediately.
I had my towel wrapped around me. I dropped it to the floor. I was naked, completely deliciously naked underneath. There were still bubbles and foam on my body and I knew I looked good. I knew I looked sexy. I raised my one hand and put it on the front of my neck. And then slowly, I moved my hand down, from my neck, over my breast, to my left nipple, then to my right nipple, playing touching, feeling, oh god it felt so good, down my belly, lower and lower…
I stopped, suddenly feeling a little shy. I could be Candy Starlight but I would have to learn!
I blew him a kiss, drew the curtains closed and went to my room to get dressed.
I felt nervous as I dried myself off then slipped into the dress. What if that had not been Hugo outside! I pulled the stockings up slowly over my ankles, my calves, and up my thighs. I clipped them on to my suspenders. And then I brushed my hair leaving it loose and curly, put on a touch of red lipstick, sprayed my favorite perfume and I was just about to step into my shoes when the doorbell rang.
It was Hugo, already at the door. After watching me…
‘I’m coming,’ I called out, fluffing my hair up one more time and tucking my boobs into my dress making sure my nipples, just like Candy’s, were visible. I opened the door.
‘Hey.’
‘Hey.’
Hugo stepped inside. He was carrying the most enormous bunch of tulips and a bottle of wine in one hand, and a large big bag in another.’
‘I thought we could eat dinner here,’ he said.
And before I could say a word he was taking food out the bag. Delicious fresh looking vegetables, a couple of steaks, herbs that looked like they’d been plucked out the garden, spices, sauces, another bottle of wine.
My apartment is teeny and my kitchen is always a mess. He never said a word. After kissing me hard on the lips and putting his hand up my dress to check if I was wearing underwear - YES, he really did that - he opened cupboards, found a frying pan, a chopping board, started cutting and chopping and instructing me what to do.
‘Sit there. Like that. On the counter, yes. Spread your legs a little more. Perfect. Did I tell you how much I like you in that dress? You look extraordinary Watch me and talk to me while I cook. If I can’t have you sitting on your therapist desk I can at least have you sitting in the kitchen.’
I sat on the counter as he asked, crossed my legs one over the other, and watched him cook. He was sexy. He may have been old, the same age as my dad, but he was gorgeous. Sexy. And he could cook!
The steaks were in the pan when he came over to me.
‘Katie. I’m not sure if I can call you Katie or I should call you Candy. The similarity is extraordinary. Are you sure that’s not you in the movies?’
I laughed. ‘That is so not me’ I said. ‘I’ve never even watched porn let alone acted in porn. I’m not very experienced, with sex. I mean, I want to have sex, I have had sex before, of course I have, but - it’s never been that good. I’ve been with young guys, I suppose, who haven’t really known what they’re doing. I would like to…’
‘You would like to what, Katie?’
‘I guess I would like to learn. To try new things, to experiment. To do things with you…’
And just like that he switched off the oven and came over to me on the counter. He put his hand between my legs. I was soaking wet. He played with me, gently, his fingers on me and inside of me. I was close to coming. So close. He lifted me off the counter and I wrapped my legs around him, tight and hard and urgently. He didn’t need to push up my dress, it was already up. And then, slowly and expertly, he undid his fly and entered me.
This man was fifty. I was twenty-three. And I had never had such good sex.
It was magnificent in every single way. And when we finished we went back to the kitchen, he served me my steak and delicious vegetables, poured another bottle of wine, spooned ice cream into my mouth, and left.
Just like that, he left.
And I had no idea what was coming next. I only knew that I liked every little bit of this.
So far.
Chapter Seven: Unlocked
I woke late the next morning. Oh my I thought to myself, had that really happened! I’d behaved exactly like Candy Starlight. But now I had to be Katie Stewart again, and again, I was late. I threw on my clothes and rushed to the office. Oh dear, I couldn’t even think who my first client was.
It was Rob. Rob was twenty. He spoke to me about his studies, his difficulties with his mom, his grandmother, how hard it was to be poor, how the fridge was always empty, how his girlfriend had just left him, how he..
I hardly listened. Rob was a child. He had a whole lot of growing up to do. Plus, he was only paying me $100.
I managed to get through the day. Hugo hadn’t called me and there was no way I was going to call him. Perhaps it had just been a one night stand. Maybe that was all he wanted with me, was one night of sex. Now that he’d had me, Candy, he’d had enough. Maybe he was back home watching his pornography.
I started getting angrier and angrier. How dare he. How dare he treat me this way. I was worthy of so much more.
I was about to leave the office when the phone rang.
‘Hello.’ I picked up the phone, hoping it was him.
It was. But there was no darling or honey or anything sweet.
‘Listen to me,’ he said. ‘And listen carefully. Take notes if you must. Don’t interrupt me.’
I listened.
‘You’re going to walk out the door and lock it behind you. Then you are going to leave your office and turn right down the street. Head all the way down 6th Avenue. On the corner of 6th and McGregor, there’s a store. It’s called ‘Just for her.’ Pop inside, they will be waiting for you. They have a parcel for you. Tell them your name is Candy and you’ve come to collect the parcel from Hugo. Do not t look inside. And then, turn left into 7th, right into 12th and make your way to number 63. Wait outside where my assistant will find you.’
The phone went dead. Wow. That was quite a lot of walking I was going to be doing. And why did I want to meet his assistant?
I changed my clothes before I left the office, put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of flat shoes. And then I locked the door, as per my instructions, and headed down 6th.
I found ‘Just for Her.’ It looked like a lingerie shop, a very exclusive shop. The underwear in the window was exquisite. French lace, handmade and very very sexy. I’d never seen anything quite like it before. I took a deep breath, wishing I wasn’t wearing my little shorts and wishing I wasn’t dressed like a teenager. This was an adult shop and I should be behaving like an adult.
But I walked in with my head held high
The saleslady looked at me.
‘You must be Candy,’ she
said. I wasn’t sure if I was right but it looked like she was appraising me.
Was I good enough for Hugo?
Or was I porn star.
I wasn’t quite sure what she was thinking. But I decided to be Candy.
‘Yes, I said. I’ve come to collect the parcel left for me by Hugo.’ I pretended to be more confident that I really was.
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