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The Body Worker
By
PlanetDweller
+++ Chapters 21 & 22 +++
~~~ Making A Left Turn At The Crossroads Of Life ~~~
(MF, FF, MFF, Mf, Mg, MFg, FFf, FFg, Fg, Mm, Mb, sex therapy, sex
surrogates, sex surrogacy, incest, pedo, very young, oral, anal,
group sex, period sex, all combinations)
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
++++++++++++++++++++++
January, 1999
Thirty days from my two-year anniversary of being recruited into
the profession I've come to love so deeply and passionately, that
of being a trained polykinetic bodyworker, and my - my - m -y -y
-y how things have changed since that fateful day that Dr. Carol
Stein of Wake Family Therapy Inc. became a therapeutic massage
patient of mine for a sports injury of hers when I used to work
at the old Raleigh Sports Injury Clinic, when in an offhand
manner she asked for a pudendal massage and reluctantly I obliged
then next thing you know I'm recruited to go a training class at
the Polykinetic Bodywork Institute up in Roslyn Harbour New York
and then am immediately thrown to the wolves as soon as I get
back home where I was immediately "sold" to another therapy
practice group (in hindsight, that was the best thing that could
have happened to me) and immediately went to work as a full-time
professional bodyworker along with my compatriot and fellow
classmate Margot K. Knight with little or no apprenticeship or
mentorship as such, gasp, gasp, gasp what a fucking whirlwind my
life was back then.
Now, bumping two years of building my/Dr. Nick's bodyworking
therapy practice which is used in conjunction and with referrals
from his talking-therapy and drug-therapy standard psychiatric
practice group, I am really in the proverbial catbird's seat. My
billable hours are usually fifty to fifty-five per week, and more
than ever I get to pick and choose which specific patients from
the entire pool of those generated in-house and also those
brought to us from other practices that don't have bodyworkers on
staff that I wish to work with, assign to another one of the
three bodyworkers that I'm now supervising, or refer back out as
being probably not a suitable candidate for treatment though the
latter has only happened once or twice in the past two years, I
and everyone else trusting Dr. Nick's initial diagnoses pretty
uniformly.
Besides the three bodyworkers who I'm supervisor of, Brenda who
is a late 20's brunette and former medical school student,
Carolyn who is a bleached-blond in her early 30's and a former
medical claims coder, and Emily a blond bombshell also in her
late 20's with perfectly huge 38D breasts and former Hooters girl
who used to be Dr. Nick's long-time receptionist before I made my
pitch to Dr. Nick that she would have the potential to be a great
bodyworker for a lot of our older male clients and after some
prodding agreed to pay for her training, I also have two
assistants that work only with me, the first being Alexa who is
an early 20's raven-haired beauty with an MS in cell biology from
CalTech who was recruited by one of Dr. Chaim's "scouts" a former
bodyworker herself who was one of Alexa's professors, and DeeDee
or DD standing for Donna Diana who is a 9-year-old full-time
patient essentially whose mother was a crack whore and had her
working as a prostitute to help support her habit for a year or
more before DD's grandmother who happened to be rich and have
some pull finally got her out of that mess and she, DD, wound up
in one of Dr. Chaim's affiliate practices in the Washington D.C.
area and two months ago was assigned to me full-time as a patient
and "therapy model" where she is used selectively and
prescriptively to help others with their healing process as she
herself is healed each time a little more herself. There's also
Kelly, an Australian private tutor who works with DD during the
day in a homeschool setting, giving her a minimum of six
instructional hours per day but doing so in a flexible manner
where DeeDee can help myself and Alexa with certain patients.
Alexa has been with me right at a year now. She took Margot's
place when Margot was recruited to go set up a new bodywork
practice for a group of psychiatrists in the Dallas area who
specialized much like Dr. Nick does in treatment of adolescents,
pre-adolescents and their families. God I miss Margot. I do miss
her, so, ssssoooo much. Not a day goes by that I don't think of
her. We grew so much together that first year together. My
classmate, my workmate, by best buddy and at one time even talk
of becoming legal spouses though in hindsight we both knew that
that wouldn't have worked out in the longer-term. At least I know
she's happy in and with her work and has and is helping hundreds
of patients that need her special touch and by doing so is
spreading the good word about the true efficacy of using the body
sexual to heal the mind intellectual and the heart emotional.
Alexa's a good girl, having been a kind and loving and totally
professional bodyworking colleague of mine in the year I've been
mentoring her and training her, but now she's gone as far as I
can take her so it's time for her to move on. She'll be going to
a practice in Denver where they have one other woman bodyworker
that specializes in older men (sixty to seventy-five percent of
most bodyworking clients are older men with erectile or libido
problems, my own highly specialized caseload to the contrary, as
evidenced firsthand by Emily's, Brenda's and Carolyn's own
caseloads, the vast majority of which are men) where she'll begin
building a practice to and for the child-to-teen patient
population as well as adult women clients as well. I wish her
well, I do wish her well, I know she'll do well, and she deserves
it.
My mind can't help but drift off to memories of Margot and my
old classmates and the wackily weird but wonderful Dr. & Mrs.
Chaim who were the founders of modern polykinetic bodyworking
therapeutic modality and who personally ran the Polykinetic
Bodywork Institute where they trained myself and Margot. I still
talk to "Doc" at least once or twice a month, by the way. Three
or four times I've flown up to Roslyn to help out with a training
class, which was a lot of fun, each time bringing back fond
memories of my own short nine days of sex bootcamp there.
Aaaahhhhh. The warm feel of my leather executive chair sulters me
into a sweet light slumber. In my hidden office between the two
hallways that lead down each side of the ground floor our
three-story large home that has our treatment rooms on the first
and second floors and our private residences on the third, my
eyelids slide quietly down covering my dreams with gentle ease
before the damn front doorbell buzzer rouses me from my entropic
nap. Looking at the four-sectioned scanning video monitor that
rotates shots every few seconds of the many hidden cameras snuck
away in different places inside and around the house the human
form of my next appointment stands patiently at the door awaiting
permission to enter as she hits the doorbell one more time. It's
not a patient, but Alexa's potential replacement, a Mrs. Marilyn
S. Lepac, an early 40's slightly frumpish middle-age
house-wifey-type with a pageboy-haircuit and modest but pleasant
figure and dark hornrimmed glasses and a sincere smile that
radiates through the video system even with the camera at a high
off-angle to her. She's fifteen minutes early for our 5PM
appointment but that's okay.
"Yes?" I buzz back at her through the intercom.
"This...this is Marilyn Lepac...I have a five p.m. appointment
with a Dr. Eric Woods?"
"This is Eric Woods, Mrs. Lepac...and I'm not a doctor, by the
way..."
"Sorry!" she replies with lilting voice.
"...not a problem, I get called Dr. Woods all the time
accidentally...I'm just a therapist, Dr. Nick's chief bodywork
therapist...c'mon in, let me buzz the door open, I'll be out
shortly, please just have a seat in the foyer..."
"Thank you, doctor, errrr, Mr. Woods..."
"...Eric..."
"...Eric, then..."
I couldn't help but be a little skeptical of this Mrs. Marilyn
Lepac. She was older, actually a lot older than most who come to
the bodyworking profession, though Gwen one of my old classmates
at PKI had been about Marilyn's age. She also was married, very
definitely married with a high degree of monogamous instinct
according to her preliminary psychological tests which Dr. Nick
had shared with me, Dr. Nick also giving me full veto power over
her at any time during the initial assessment and recruitment
phase since she'd be spending the next year with me
professionally at least as I mentored her along, and I couldn't
help but wonder how she was going to emotionally balance her love
and monogamous preference for her husband of over twenty-five
years with the cold fact that she'd be having sex with hundreds
of patients per year.
She rose from the butler's bench in the front foyer to greet me,
giving me a surprise gentle hug which felt so genuine and loving
it me feel all warm inside. I kissed her on the cheek and looked
into her eyes. There wasn't any fear in them at all, only love.
Dr. Nick had insisted that Marilyn, Mrs. Lepac, was a
near-one-of-a-kind find according to all the tests so far, she
exhibiting an even higher degree of empathy and healing potential
than I initially did on my own screening tests, I testing higher
according to Doc Chaim than any of his hundreds of prior students
save a small handful.
"I'll give you the nickel tour of the facilities, but first,
some paperwork and prelims, okay?"
"Sure, Eric, no problem..."
I took her to my exam room and bade her sit at the small metal
office desk to fill out a couple of standard non-disclosure forms
that all potential recruits have to sign. Hearing doors close and
cars in the front parking lot start up I knew that Brenda's and
Carolyn's last patients for the day were leaving. As she
carefully read and signed each form, I fished a douche and an
enema from the wiremetal supply rack next to the exam table and
brought them to her.
"Marliyn...Mrs. Lepac..."
"Yes, Eric?..."
"....after you've finished with the forms, please go to the
bathroom over there..." my ring finger gesturing to an open door
between the exam and treatment rooms in the open floorplan
"...and douche and enema yourself...do you need any help with the
enema?..."
"....no, Eric, I don't, won't..." she politely responding.
"...and then take a shower, redress, and I'll be back in ten
minutes to get you, and we can continue....okay?" she just
smiling and nodding "yes".
Popping back into my office I hit the remote and put all four
screen quarters on my monitor on the cameras in my treatment
room. Obediently she stripped, douched, enema'd herself,
showered and redressed. She was better looking nude than clothed
in her middle-age mother of grown children JC Penney's skirt and
blouse. Her 36C breasts had a surprising pertness and firmness
about them, her smallish nipples covering the tips of her breasts
with perfect symmetry, her right breast slightly larger than her
right one. I kept her waiting for another twenty extra minutes, a
full thirty in total, just to see if she showed any signs of
impatience when she thought no one would be watching. She eased
back into the old ortho office chair in front of the
chipped-paint metal desk and crossed her arms and legs and waited
patiently, not a single sign of frustration of being left alone
for longer than promised.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting..." I smiled as I came back to
the treatment room to get her.
"Not a problem...I was just relaxing some..."
"...shall we continue?..."
"...yes, please..."
I showed her the rest of my treatment room, the shared and open
exam and treatment areas which were off but open to the smallish
waiting and interview area within the confines of its walls where
she had been sitting. Her hand lightly ran over one of the posts
of the four-post treatment bed.
"This is your office, your treatment room, Eric?"
"Yes, it is."
I took her own back through the old kitchen area which served as
a storage area for supplies and out to the back deck where the
hottub and Jacuzzi were bubbling away as they stayed 24 hours a
day and then lead her back inside the old storage area to the
elevator located in the space between the two hallways which also
hid an entrance to my private office and work area. Turning the
key and hitting the button to go to the next floor, we stepped
out and I gave her the tour of the "wetrooms" where open showers
and commodes and such were located at, the BDSM rooms where all
kinds of whipping benches, racks, St. Andrew's Crosses and tons
of whips and crops and fetish costumes were and then the
sound-proof true padded room and then back to the elevator and up
to the third floor where our respective studio apartments that
shared a greatroom and common kitchen area were.
"The girls" were all there when the elevator door slid open.
Alexa was in our, her's and mine apartment area taking a shower.
Carolyn and Brenda were watching TV on the bigscreen, DD was
sitting on the couch with Kelly going over some homework she had
to complete that night, and Emily sat on a couple of pillows next
to the free-standing circular fireplace in the middle of our
greatroom a couple of towels wrapped around her head and body
having just washed the day's grime, what we only half-jokingly
call "patient smudge" from her body. Her eyes reflected the
flames from the open hearth a couple of feet from her, the light
from them making the remaining moisture drops on the small amount
of exposed skin glisten. God, Emily looked so perfectly delicious
I just wanted to jump her right then. It's no wonder that Dr.
Nick despite being married had a standing once a week "private
session" with her...with rank does come certain privileges, I
guess.
By contract covenant, practicality and common sense Alexa and I
had been "partners" for the past year, sharing a sleeping bed at
night as well as a therapy bed during the day. According to Dr.
Nick, Doc Chaim and a whole bunch of anecdotal evidence as well
as my own experience, when a paired-team like Alexa and I work
together all day, it's actually almost not just beneficial but
almost a necessity to spend a lot of time together afterwards, in
order to vent our frustrations, open ourselves to each other, and
generally talk shop with someone who knows what we've been
through that day because they were there with us the whole time.
It's not like all of us didn't have sex with each other whenever
we wanted, we do. But what with Carolyn's and Brenda's and
Emily's caseload being ninety-some-percent-plus male during the
day it's not like they wanted to be pestered by me another male
after hours so they pretty much played with each other when and
how they wanted to play and I would usually join in open scenes
once things got going.
Emily got up to grab the wireless headphones next to the stereo
and sat back down next to the fireplace. My eyes must have
followed her every move albeit quite innocently and momentarily
because Marilyn touched me on the arm as we made our way over one
of the couches with a "she IS beautiful, isn't she?" being
whispered in my ear.
Making small talk for a moment with Kelly and DD about how
DeeDee's instructional day went, DD's eyes just focused in on
Marilyn who returned her curious gaze with those perfect doe-eyes
of hers.
"DeeDee has a couple of pages of math homework tonight, but
that's all...'need to leave, hubby and I are going out tonight
for dinner, see you tomorrow, little one..." Kelly spake while
giving DD a polite kiss on the cheek and making her way across
the room to the elevator.
"She is a very dedicated teacher, isn't she?" asked Marilyn.
"Yes, she is, very dedicated...we were very lucky to have found
her..."
"...is DeeDee her only student?..."
"...yes...I thought Dr. Nick explained her situation to you..."
"...he did..."
Dead silence for a moment.
"Would you like a drink, something to drink, Marilyn?"
"...yes, thank you...bourbon and Coke okay?"
"...I think we have some bourbon...none of us are big
drinkers..."
"...just a plain Coke will be fine, then, thank you..." that
sincere sweet smile of hers you couldn't wipe off with a wrecking
ball following me along with the rest of her body into the
kitchen.
A couple of cold cans were fished out of the bottom of the
fridge. We each took a couple of long sips as Carolyn and Brenda
got up from their seats in front of the TV to come over to us.
"Carolyn, Brenda, this is Marilyn Lepac, who is a candidate to
replace Alexa when Alexa moves on in a couple of weeks..."
"Good to meet you!" Carolyn intoned while touching her shoulder
and kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Good to meet you too!" replied Marilyn with soft kiss back.
"And you, Brenda..."
"And you Marilyn..." a touch of the hand to her arm.
For a pregnant moment we all four just kind of stood there like
awkward schoolkids at a sockhop before Emily wandered in as well
and made her own introduction, Em' lightly kissing her on the
cheek. I shuffled my feet a little.
"I've had a long day, Marilyn, forgive me for a few moments
while I go shower...I'll be right back, and then we'll begin the
mutual interview process in earnest...Brenda, why doncha call
Pizza Hut and have three or four medium pizzas delivered, is that
okay instead of us all going out, Mairlyn?..."
"...sure, fine..."
Alexa was lying down taking a nap on our bed naked atop the
sheets when I walked into our large studio apartment along the
perimeter of the greatroom. When Dr. Nick designed this facility
and had it remodeled to his own specifications, he did a great
job. Bodyworking is such a strange, different, unique profession
that near-constant contact with fellow team bodyworking members
is a real necessity. Having the four identical studio apartments,
two on each side of the great room with the massive freestanding
fireplace in the middle with built-in couches made into the
semi-sunken recessed floor area around it and the large shared
communal kitchen at one end and a couple of quiet alcoves one of
which sported the large screen TV on either side of the elevator
made for easy almost forced interaction with my team members but
still allowed for private times in semi-private public areas.
With all interior walls between the apartments being thoroughly
sound-proofed it was easy to find quiet even amongst the constant
traffic noise outside on the always-busy East Chatham Street one
of the main drags in Cary.
The high-pressure forced spray from the Shower Massage melted
the patient grime from the day's appointments away like so much
melted cotton candy stuck to my skin. One of the first things I
had done after Dr. Nick let me assume control of the practice was
to have an additional hundred gallon commercial water heater and
booster pump for additional pressure installed and it had been
worth every penny to me even though part of it came out of my
year-end bonus.
Drying quickly, I laid down beside Alexa for a few moments and
took a quick power nap, our breathing becoming rhythmic together.
"Pizza's here, Eric, Alexa!" I heard Brenda scream at us through
our closed door.
"So, Marilyn, what do you think of our humble home, office and
home?" I inquired as hot cheese from the slice of pizza in hand
stuck to the roof of my mouth the flames of which were quickly
doused by the cold Coke from a fresh can.
"I'm impressed, Eric, I am really impressed...Dr.Samiatakis..."
"We all just call him 'Dr. Nick'..." Carolyn interjected.
"...Dr. Nick told me about this place, why he created what he
did here...I still don't understand a lot of things, Eric,
Carolyn, all, about what exactly you do here, why you do it..."
We all shot quick looks of "what the hell now?" to each other.
DeeDee came out from the kitchen and grabbing a pillow off of the
couch sat at our feet as Alexa and I nudged close to each other
on the circular couch around the fireplace, everyone else close
to but not on top of us.
"What didn't Dr. Nick explain, or at least explain to your
satisfaction, Marilyn?" Emily asked while chomping down a
breadstick.
"I guess this is why I'm here tonight...so you can ask questions
of me, and I can ask questions of you...that, and I understand
we'll do a 'audition' session as well, is that correct,Eric?..."
"Yes, Marilyn, that's correct...I've read your profile with
great attention, and to tell you the truth, I'm still a little
skeptical, especially considering that it'll be you and I as a
team...your monogamy propensity for your husband is off the
scale... Dr. Nick d-I-d explain to you that as a professional
therapeutic bodyworker, you will be having 'live' sex with
clients everyday, usually several times a day, and since if you
come aboard as my teammate you'll be a sex therapist primarily to
children and teen-agers, did he not explain all that?..."
Her smile left her face but didn't become a frown. "Yes, Eric,
all, he explained all that, but I still don't see how...how..."
"How we can do what we do all day long and stay sane?" Emily
shot back.
"I didn't want to be that crass, but yes, that's one of the
questions I have..."
"That's what your twice or three times weekly talking therapy
sessions with one of Dr. Nick's associates will be for, Marilyn,
for the first two or three months of your employment, to help you
maintain your center...after a while, it'll be cut back to once a
week...even Eric still goes once a week, don't you, Eric?..."
"Yes, I do, Emily...and that's why we share a communal working
and living space...because only a bodyworker knows what another
bodyworker goes through on a daily basis, and only another
bodyworker can really offer the support another one
needs...Marilyn, how exactly did you find out about PKI and
bodyworking in general?...your file says that neither you nor a
family member has ever had any bodywork therapy, and you're also
a former schoolteacher who quit to help her husband in his
general contracting business, you don't have any medical or
healing arts or similar background at all, something that is
usually mandatory for a candidate...please explain how you came
here to be with us here, tonight..."
Long pause. Her face became even more solemn. "Eric, if you've
made up your mind you don't want me to partner with you, I know
you can say 'no' and that's that..."
"I didn't say that, Marilyn...there's just some curious facts
about you and your being here...I'd like to know why and how you
wound up here, that's all..."
"Well...what the file says isn't exactly true, or exactly
complete...three years ago my older sister was brutally attacked
and gang-raped outside a bar in Toledo Ohio where I and husband
used to live and where a lot of my family still resides...anyway,
to make a long story short, Dr. Phillips with the Columbus
Women's Health Center..."
"Yes, we know of him, he's a cutting-edge practitioner of
bodywork principles..." Carolyn interjected.
"...anyway, a local psychologist in Toledo recommend Dr. Philips
to my sister, because my sister was so far beyond traumatized and
this therapist couldn't help her...the therapist had no knowledge
that bodyworking healing principles were used by Dr. Philip's
staff, by the way, she just thought he might could help her when
she admitted she couldn't...a very kind woman bodyworker then an
equally kind male therapist took six months of weekly
appointments to help her through her ordeal, but in the end they
did indeed 'cure' her, at least help her enough to where she's
living a happy, healthy and normal life and even has gotten
married since...she told me everything, and I do everything,
every little detail about her treatment..."
Marilyn stopped for a moment to take some more bites from her
getting colder pizza, swigged the last of her Coke down DeeDee
springing up unasked to fetch her another one from the kitchen as
we all in concert ate some of our pizzas as well.
"I need to run to the bathroom, gotta go pee an' change my
tampon, be right back!" Emily exclaimed absentminedly as she
popped up off the couch her towels still wrapped around her head
and body.
"So how, when, why did you decide you wanted to do this
full-time as a profession?" Alexa continued the conversation.
"I decided sometime shortly after that to call Dr. Philips and
ask him what the qualifications were to become a polykinetic
bodyworker...what background you have to have, what education,
stuff like that...at first he repeatedly denied that there was
even such a thing as bodyworking, even after I told him about my
sister - one of his patients - and how she had gone through the
program and had been healed...even after all that, it took me
making an appointment under a false name to be able to see him to
ask him to his face about things...he finally admitted everything
to me, telling me my sister had broken her signed pledge of
confidentiality about her treatment and could face legal trouble
because of it, but didn't want to go that route...I told him I
simply wanted to explore the possibility of maybe, may-be
becoming one...why was I, am I fascinated by the profession?...I
don't know..."
Emily came out of her room wearing one of our standard navy blue
therapist longcoats that we use to cover ourselves during most of
the day it being designed for easy on easy off wearing, heading
to the kitchen fishing around for something and bringing Marilyn
back a perfect Jack Daniels and Coke.
"I thought I overheard you ask Eric earlier for a bourbon and
Coke?" Emily asked pleasantly extending it to Marilyn while
sitting down a few inches from her on the couch.
"Yes I did, thank you...getting back to my story...I hope I'm
not boring everyone..." we shaking our heads and mumbling "no,
not at all" "...Dr. Philips made me sign a bunch of
confidentiality papers at first, then let me speak with Meg, the
therapist who had helped my sister first in her treatment...they
wouldn't let me sit in on a session, but Meg did confirm to me
more or less what she had done and the other male therapist had
done with my sister, explained why, explained the reasoning and
logic underlying the principles of polykinetic bodyworking, and
told me she 'had good vibes' about me, that I ought to talk to
Dr. Philips about possibly becoming one...it took even more weeks
of nagging, but he finally agreed to let me take a series of
personality test that I know you all had to take before you went
to school, thinking he later admitted that with my very limited
sexual experience and my love and monogamous practice and
feelings for my husband that I would 'flunk' the tests, but to
his surprise, and he didn't tell me the specifics just enough
general information, I scored high enough, well enough, whatever,
to where he offered me the further possibility of possibly
becoming a bodyworker, of being sent to PKI at their expense..."
Grabbing another slice of pizza as we all did too and eating for
a few moments, Marilyn looked at her watch without thinking as
she knocked back her drink.
"In a rush, Marilyn?" Alexa asked half-sarcastically but
politely.
"Oh no...not at all, Alexa...sorry...I was told that there may
be a chance I'll be spending the night with you good folks
tonight, so I prepared an overnight bag, it's in the trunk of the
car...now, where was I?...oh that's right...Dr. Philips' practice
couldn't support another bodyworker right then, so he never sent
to Dr. Chaim's program or anything...a couple of years ago my
husband moved his construction business and us down here from
Ohio..."
"Parthenon Construction Company, correct?"
"Yes, Eric, that's correct...I didn't think anything more about
it until a got a call a few days ago from Dr. Philips
himself...he didn't tell me and I didn't ask how he got my
unlisted home phone number, I learned last weekend that he had
contacted my sister back in Toledo and she had given it to
him...he said a colleague of his, Dr. Samiatakis, Dr. Nick, was
going to have an opening for a bodyworker soon, that he was local
to me, and if I was interested, the possibility was there,
especially considering my original scores on the tests...Dr. Nick
and a couple of his therapists interviewed and re-tested me last
week, then he called you, Eric, about me and here I am..."
"And what we do, the actual process of what we do, you think you
could handle?" Brenda asked as she scooted closer to us.
"I think I can..."
"Her empathetic and healing nature as shown by her scores do
show promise, Brenda..." I answered as well.
"And, Eric, ladies...I know there is to be an 'audition', a
try-out, tonight if you agree...I'm ready and waiting for it..."
"Even though you've only been with four men your entire life,
never been with a child, never been with a woman, never had anal
sex, normally have little oral sex with your husband, even
though..." words came flying out of my mouth.
"...Eric...if I do this...if you decide to let me try to become
this...I'll be doing it because I think, no, I really believe I
can help those in need, be a healer to those who need healing in
this special way...that is my one and only motivating
factor...because I think my presence here, with you Eric and with
you girls too, could make a difference, a positive difference in
the lives of our patients..."
Damn, sounded almost like me two years ago. "Okay, Marilyn,
please go to my room, my studio apartment over there..." point to
the left and behind me "...and let us discuss it amongst
ourselves...we'll get you when we're through talking..."
There wasn't a whole lot to talk about. "As the one she's going
to replace, Eric, I think you and her would make a great team...I
think she'd be a natural with our kids...I can just feel her love
and warmth and basic kindness and gentleness but also her a very
real and profound strength..." everyone else even DeeDee nodding
their heads in agreement "...as long as she doesn't freak out
during the playsession, I vote 'yes'..." all my other team
members mumbling agreement even though they knew I had the final
say in the end.
"DeeDee, go get Marilyn, please..."
My precious little four-eight hundred pound protégé skipped over
to our apartment door and bade her come out to the greatroom. We
all smiled at her when she came out.
"I'm...I made it?"
"Well, Marilyn...not yet...we're all going to have a
'playsession', it's not an 'audition' as such, and after that,
we'll see...ready?"
"I've been ready for years, Eric..."
Carolyn and Alexa moved over to her to help her out of her
clothes, her blouse being pulled loose from her skirt's waist and
soon her skirt hitting the floor along with her shoes and
pantyhose. Her breasts filled her black underwired bra. A thick
trace of pubic hair stuck out from the elastic of her panties.
"Marilyn?..."
"Yes, Eric?..." she answered while walking over to me
underwear-clad with Carolyn and Alexa putting an arm each around
her shoulder and waist.
"We're not going to do anything tonight that the five, the six
of us don't normally do several times per week if not every
night...not all of us always doing everything to each other, a
lot of the times it'll be spontaneous combinations that just
happen, but it's understood that any of us can have recreational
sex with any of the rest of us at any time as long as it's okay
with everyone...do you understand?..."
"Yes, Eric...I think so..." she replied as my hands cupped her
breasts as she stood before me before reaching around to free
them from their restraints.
"...this is how we all unwind, Marilyn...especially with Carolyn
and Brenda and Emily all being almost exclusively with male
clients all day long, they have to be with other women, their
friends, their colleagues, after work to unwind...and Alexa and
I, we deal mostly with children and teen-agers all day, so we
achieve our balance by being with them, with adults who are our
closest friends too, and they don't mind my loose cock doing it's
magic, do you, my team members?..." they all gently laughing in
response as Carolyn grabbed the waistband of Marilyn's panties
and pulled them down to the floor as more clothes were shed all
the way around "...so, Marilyn, keep in mind you don't have to
do anything you don't wish to do...but you can ask for anything,
ask one or more of us to do anything with, for, or to you and we
probably will...what's you choice, Marilyn, what would you like
to do?"
"If you don't mind, Eric, Carolyn, all, I'd like to finish my
pizza, I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch and am really
hungry!" everyone bursting out in a laughter of recognition and
sitting back down on large white bathtowels that DeeDee had gone
and gotten and placed on the semi-sunken couch for us, she is my
little sweety, Alexa and I sitting on either side of Marilyn as
the rest of the girls scooted close to us and DeeDee took her
place back on the floor leaning back into my legs. My hands
roamed over Marilyn's naked body, she being the only one sans
clothing, as we finished wolfing the pizza and breadsticks down.
"This is great pizza...Emily, may I have another drink?"
"Certainly..." Emily replied as she stood up from the couch
dropping her therapy robe to reveal her nakedness and fetched our
guest and probable new workmate another bourbon and Coke "...keep
in mind, too, Marilyn, that when you come to work with us, in
addition to your great salary, you won't have a food bill while
you're here at One Thousand East Chatham, Dr. Nick has several
accounts at nearby places and we can get take-out or charge
dine-in whenever we like..."
"So Dr. Nick also told me last week..." she replied through her
last bites before getting up off the couch "...he also mentioned
something about him making me accept a new company car?...I
couldn't have heard that right..."
"Yes, you did..." Brenda replied back "...taking one isn't
mandatory, and since none of us going anywhere much but local, we
all pretty much stay here 24/7, it's not like we really need one,
but didn't Eric show the backyard, didn't you notice five
new-looking cars back there?..."
"Yes I did, but I didn't think anything about it..."
"...they're all company-paid cars, paid 100% by Dr. Nick's
professional firm that we all actually work for...Dr. Nick does
take care of us..." her voice trailing off.
"Yes, he does, doesn't he?" Marilyn smiling broadly now as we
all stood up together and began undressing ourselves and each
other in earnest, Marilyn playfully helping out a bit with the
girls, stopping in front of DeeDee to help her out of top and
jeans "...my, my...DeeDee isn't it?...DeeDee, you are
pretty!...did Eric tell you I have two grown daughters?...my
youngest left for college last year..." DD shaking her head "no"
as Marilyn kissed the top of her head while holding her shoulders
so she could maintain her balance while stepping out of her jeans
"...you're just as pretty as they were when they were your
age..." she pulling DD close to her hugging her once she was
naked before her.
"DeeDee is one of us, Marilyn, she's a patient but also a
'therapy doll' that helps Alexa and I with certain patients of
ours..."
"...Dr. Nick explained who and what DeeDee was to me last week,
Eric.." she replied back with accidental scolding tone "...sorry,
didn't mean to sound sharp..."
"...don't worry about it...c'mere...".
Now nude myself, I pulled Marilyn close to me and hugged her
tightly, her boobs forming to my chest. She moved her head a
little, smile that smile of hers at me and kissed me firmly on
the lips, her tongue gently parting my lips. In two years of
being a professional therapeutic bodyworker I had had sex with
over a thousand patients and others. Sometimes, maybe even a lot
of times, I could feel the jadedness of it all start affecting
me. Now my cock rose springingly as we hugged even closer. My
knees got a little weak, too. Somehow, I felt almost like a
schoolboy on a first date. Alexa and DD joined our hug, as did
Carolyn and Brenda and Emily. For the longest time, we just
shared our love, our healing energy, and our future.
"So, Marilyn..." I finally coughed up breaking the perfect
silence "...what would you like to do?"
She just smiled and smiled at me and all of us in turn, leaning
to give us all light kisses as we stood there in front of the
couch in front of the dying embers of the fire inside our
freestanding fireplace.
"Anything you all normally do, please, just do, I'll joinin..."
"...not good enough, Missy!..." I replied playfully "...you must
tell, TELL us what you'd like to do...or the interview is over
and you can go home..." I continued only half-jokingly.
The look on her face became a little more somber, her smile
dropped a little before her hand reached for DeeDee's face,
caressing it with her fingers lightly.
"Well, I've never been with another woman before..."
"...'K..." I acknowledged.
"...and something I've never told anyone...when my daughters
were growing up, I used to fantasize sometimes about having sex
with them, especially when they started dating...I'd like to make
love to DeeDee tonight, but think I need to be with one of you
girls, an adult, as my first...any volunteers?..." her smile
returning to that tension-less smooth skin of her face.
All of my compatriots squeezed towards her in our group hug, all
lightly shouting a playful "me!" , "no, me!", "no, don't pick
her, pick me, Marilyn!", Marilyn actually blushing from all the
fun but very real attention.
"Well, you've certainly got an enthusiastic stable of pussies,
eeerrrrr, partners to choose from..." interjecting my two cents'
worth "...why don't you all just do a group scene together,
letting Emily and DD hang back with me?..."
"Actually, Eric, if you don't mind, and she's willing, I'd like
for Emily to be my 'first', if you will Emily, if that's okay
with the rest of you?", a bunch of "sure's" and "fine's" coming
forth as we broke our standing group hug and all flopped onto the
waiting towels atop the twenty-some-foot diameter circularcouch.
Marilyn sat down on her towel and leaned forward a little. Emily
knelt down on a pillow on the floor before her. Marilyn's hands
caressed Emily's face as their eyes bore into each other. Emily's
hands lightly smoothed over Marilyn's protruding breasts. Their
breathing became matched.
"You've never, ever been with another woman, Marilyn?"
"Never ever, Emily..."
"I'm honored to be your first...
"No, I'm honored that you would be my first..."
"...anytime, my sweetie, anytime..." as they kissed and kissed
for a couple of moments.
Emily gently parted Marilyn's legs as she leaned back into the
couch, burying her face into her crotch. Brenda and Alexa had
started playing some next to me as Carolyn to my right leaned
into to suck my cock and DeeDee to my left close to me placed her
hand on Carolyn's head as we all watched Eem take Marilyn's
lesbian virginity. Emily slipped a hand forward and began
frigging her while eating her. Marilyn leaned her head back and
just moaned a slight but real moan of total release and passion.
"Make her squirt!...make her squirt!" came a spontaneous soft
chant from Brenda and Carolyn and Alexa as we gathered closer to
them on the pit-couch. Emily began using the standard manual POP
("Principle Of Possession") G-spot stimulation technique while
she continued giving her head simultaneously, working her index
and middle fingers all around insider her as Marilyn began
lightly bucking like she was riding a slow-trotting horse.
Marilyn leaned her head back even further, closed her eyes and
with a mighty pull of Emily's hair to grind her face further
closer to her crotch while her hand went wild inside her and let
out an "...aaauuuughhhhhh!!!!!!..." , a squirt of cyprinne hosing
Eem's face as she pushed her away from her for a split-second.
"Jesus Christ, Emily, what did you DO to me?!?!?" Marilyn
half-yelled half-cooed as she leaned forward to pull her close to
her once more.
"Awww, nuthin'..." Eem coyly replied "...just a little somethin'
we all know how to do, somethun' you'll learn in school...it's
part of the bonding ritual with female patients..."
"I can see why!...I'm in love with you, Emily, I'll follow you
anywhere now!" she joked.
"DeeDee, you have to homework to do, young lady..." I mentioned
after a moment of pause as we all scooted close together and
began playing playful handsies a bit as Carolyn resumed her
sucking of my cock as we all sat on the couch.
"Oh, okay...if I finish, can I play some then?"
"Yes, but only if you don't rush; Brenda will check it after
you've finished..."
DD headed back to our (hers, Alexa's and my) room to get to her
chore, her naked fawnish frame skipping the few steps from the
greatroom to it. On the couch Marilyn and Emily sitting next to
each other, their arms around each other's shoulders and were
kissing. Carolyn continued her suck of my cock as Alexa and
Brenda cleaned up a bit, empty pizza boxes and drink glasses
being shuttled back to the kitchen. Whispering to Carolyn for a
second, she stopped and we scooted right beside M and M who were
still cuddling.
"Marilyn, were you planning on spending the night?"
"Actually, Eric, unless you really want me to, I'd rather go
home even if it's late...I won't be seeing Bob for almost six
weeks after day after tomorrow, and I would like to spend as much
time with him as I can...I would like to play with DeeDee a
little before I leave, if I can, and I know you and I need
to...to..."
"...you understand why it's important for you to spend the first
thirty days after school living 24/7 with us, don't you?"
"...yes, and I accept it...Bob understands and accepts, too..."
"...since you need to leave soon, shall we?..."
"...sure!..."
Emily broke her embrace of her, their tongues flicking at each
other's lips as she leaned away from her and to me.
"Marilyn..."
"Yes, Eric?"
"...kiss me..."
This was always a truth test, both for new recruits and for
patients. She didn't hold back. Her tongue massaged mine like I
was her long-lost lover. Our hands roamed over each other's naked
bodies. My finger played in her still-sopping-wet cunt. Carolyn
reached from around me and finally pulled her glasses off,
caressing her face as she did so.
"Eric..."
"Yes, my Marilyn?"
"I'm scared..."
"I know..."
"...but I know I'll have to be having lots of anal sex with
patients as their therapist..."
"...uh-hu..."
"...so would you please do me the honor of being my first?..."
"...soy-tin-ly, Marilyn, soy-teen-ly..." Marilyn laughing at my
half-hearted attempt to break the ice a little "...Emily can
help, too...Eem, tongue her a little while she fucks me...you'll
like that, Mary-Lyn..."
Marilyn hopped around and on top of me as I leaned back into the
plush couch, my cock sliding frictionless into her slickened
pussy. My hands gently mauled her tits as Carolyn began sucking
one and Alexa the other she and Brenda having come back from the
kitchen. Emily's tongue worked its magic on her anal bud as she
rode my pole.
"Now, Eric, NOW!"
Unceremoniously Brenda and Alexa helped her off me and with care
eased her down to all fours on the couch. She had come again
while fucking me. My cock was so slick with her come I didn't
need any additional lubricant. I just rammed in it while she
screamed, screamed both from passion and from pain. My hands
grabbed her hips. My motion forced my cock even deeper, as deep
as it could go as Carolyn and Brenda triple-kissed her while
playing with her breasts and softly telling her that she would be
welcome to join our "family". Playfully slapping her ass a few
pops, I grabbed her by the waist and forcing my cock as deep as I
could possibly go, came with one giant burst, leaning forwards to
brace against her and my two colleagues in a moment of passions
spent. Rolling off of her, Emily went to get a couple of
washcloths to clean me up with, my cock not responding even a
little to her touch as Marilyn and I held each other and kissed
some more.
"Thank you..." words eased to my ear.
"Thank you for what?"
"...thank you for being so gentle with me..."
"...Marilyn, I wasn't gentle...I -took- you...took you fully,
without reservation..."
"...yes you 'took' me, but you were also the perfect
gentleman...you gave me exactly what you knew I needed...thank
you..." whispers flit as Emily kneeling before us now finished
washing my cock off nudged her head back between Marilyn's legs.
"I'd like to give Emily a little, if you don't mind..." she and
Eem switching places as she kissed Emily's inner thighs in a very
sensuous show before easing forward for her first taste of cunt
looking up for a moment with a grinning "...TWO strings, Emily?"
"I do have heavy periods, 'Lyn..." she gossamered back with easy
smile, Emily often called Eem also having given our newest friend
her shortened nickname, "Lyn", which was good since we couldn't
call them both a phonetic-sounding "M"-name "...lick my lips too,
just don't suck on my clit...aauuhhh....that's it, that's
perfect..."
DeeDee came back to the living room homework in hand. Brenda
gave it a quick once-over, smiled, gave her a kiss on the cheek
and told her it was fine, D' taking it back to our room before
returning with a toy.
"Eric, can I play with...with..."
"Marilyn...or Lyn, as Emily has just renamed her..."
"...can I play with Lyn some?"
"...sure...I know she wants to play with you some before she has
to leave in a bit..."
DeeDee scooted down to the floor next to M and M and began
working a large dildo into Marilyn's pussy as she continued her
eating out of the other Eem, she just turning around for a
split-second to smile at her before resuming. Marilyn was really
enjoying herself doing her first Emily but I could tell Emily
while polite and not saying anything was getting a little bored.
"Marilyn, DD's finished with her homework now...I know you gotta
leave soon...why don't you and her play a little then we'll call
it a night?"
"Thanks...DeeDee, is this okay with you?..."
"Sure, Lyn...you're nice..."
"...what would you like to do, DD?..."
"...anything's okay..."
"...why don't you take Emily's place on the couch?..."
"...okay..."
Marilyn eased upright from her kneeling position in front of the
couch and held our naked little DeeDee sitting on the couch in
front of her as close as she could possibly squeeze her to her.
Her palm stroked her face and hair. DD just smiled.
"You are so precious, little one...I wish I could have done this
with my own daughters when they were your age...you are so very
pretty...will you let me give you some oral, little one?..."
"...sure, Lyn..."
DeeDee spread her legs and propped them up on Marilyn's
shoulders as she dove in, her hands reaching up to play with the
flattish nubs of her chest. Dee looked very, very bored to me but
like Emily didn't want to hurt her feelings so she moved her butt
around a little and made some sounds of pleasure.
"Let me give you some head, Lyn..."
"...okay, that'd be nice..."
They switched places and Marilyn once again got that
way-far-away look in her eyes.
"A girl could get used to this...a girl really could get used to
this..." she panted while coming her little come, her last for
the night, as DeeDee finished licking her slit "...I can see
why...so many things are clearer now...clear...clearer..." she
began babbling a little.
DeeDee pulled away as Marilyn's hand slipped from its resting
place atop her head. Carolyn and Alexa had gotten bored with it
all and were watching some movie on HBO at the far end of the
room. Brenda and I were snuggled next to Dee and Lynn but hadn't
been distracting them.
"Time for you to go home, Lyn..."
"I know...thanks for the wonderful evening, Eric, all..."
"...you're welcome...if you need anything over the next two days
before you leave for class, of course Dr. Nick will help you, but
you also have the number here, don't be shy about calling on us,
either..."
"...I won't, promise..." she gently muttered as she retrieved
her clothes.
We all went down with her to see her off, a nice grouphug
lasting a couple of minutes at the door as our good-byes were
exchanged and her car creeped down the driveway and slunk down
East Chatham Street and into the night. We knew what she was in
for over the next couple of weeks because we all been rookies
ourselves once, had gone to school with much ignorance and fear
and hope and had our sexuality torn down and rebuilt to suit the
therapeutic needs of our patients. We all were sure she'd do well
and I knew that I'd really enjoy mentoring her over the course of
the next year. The front door closed behind us as we walked back
down the hall to the elevator at the rear of our home. I did need
to talk to Dr. Nick about installing a smaller express elevator
to our third floor living quarters somewhere in the front, note
to self.
+++ Chapter 22 +++
~~~ New Eyes, Old Lenses ~~~
Early February, 1999
God, I hate getting up so early in the morning, five-thirty AM
is when damn roosters and construction workers are supposed to be
rousing from sleep, not bodyworkers. Instinctively my right hand
felt for Alexa as it had for the past year but she was already in
the shower. DeeDee gently snored her nine-year-old snore as she
lay spooning to my back. I stretched long to try to wake up.
"Wan' ta' play?" Dee hoarsely whispered to me as my longitudinal
movements briefly woke her.
"Can't this morning, Hon'...Alexa's leaving, remember?...why
doncha' get on up and you can help me take her to the airport,
okay?..."
"Do I h-a-v-e to?"
"No, you don't have to, but it would be nice if you did..."
"Oh....oh, okay..." she very adult-sound-ingly grown-up pissed
and moaned.
Her plane would be leaving at seven-twenty, which meant that
since it was a Monday morning and every other high-priced
commuter would be leaving from RDU to head out of the week with
her that she needed be there by six-thirty to make sure she had
enough to check her bags and all. Damn, I just hate that damn
traffic jam that was there even this early on '40 going from the
Harrison Avenue exit to the airport, the car as opposed to
airplane commuters packing all twelve lanes from Cary to Research
Triangle Park from six AM on as far as the eye could see. But you
gotta do what you gotta do. Damn I'd miss her.
Alexa came out from the shower towel wrapped around her head.
She smiled at us both not saying a word as DD and sat on the bed
and she blowdried her hair standing naked in front of the
full-length mirror at the closet door. The silence of the sadness
was so thick a chainsaw couldn't have cut it.
My life was an endless stream of hello's and good-bye's. Hello
and good-bye to a new patient or patients every one to two to
three hours every single day, hello and good-bye to long-term
patients on a weekly or monthly happenstance, hello and good-bye
to seemingly one colleague after another as they strode in and
out of my life.
DeeDee and I just silently smiled at her as she smiled back at
us her back to us looking at our reflections in the mirror as she
having finished drying her hair now combed the tangles free. The
tension was finally broke when DD bolted off the bed and ran over
to her, giving her a big bear hug from behind, almost crying
"...I'll miss you, Alex...I love you...I'll miss you!..." Alex
pirouetting around to return her embrace with a "...I love...I'll
miss you too, Dee...we won't be strangers, we'll stay in
touch..." a most polite if not healing lie falling to ear
slightly deaf from unintentional crying.
Her new practice in Denver had already shipped her larger stuff
out from storage in Cary, so all she had to take on the plane
were her clothes and smaller personal items which she had packed
the night before save the one outfit a white tennis-style outfit
and pair of Reeboks which she had left out. Still, the three
suitcases were too heavy for me to lug by myself.
"Ticket?...money?...purse?..." I bantered.
"Yes...yes, Eric, my old f-r-I-e-n-d...I've got everything...you
ready?"
With that, DeeDee opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled
out a hand-drawn-and-colored card showing a man, a woman and a
child all holding hands together and smiling with "Friends
Forever" being scribbled on the front of it. A single tear
tracked its way down Alexa's cheek as she hugged our, our, I
don't know what you would call DeeDee but she was "ours" in any
event, hugged our ersatz daughter and therapy model one last time
with a slightly choking "thanks, Dear-y, thanks...I'll treasure
this forever..."
I didn't make DeeDee go with us. The emotion of the moment was
just too strong. Alexa kept her distance from me in the car as we
made our way to the airport, not even looping an arm close to
mine as I drove so I could hold her hand. With a polite "friends"
hug as opposed to someone who had been a life-partner for the
past year let alone a sex therapy partner whom every single sex
act known to mankind and then some had been shared with she blew
me a kiss as she darted down the ramptunnel to her plane and
within a few minutes was out of my life. Now to wait. Wait for
Marilyn, whose plane was due in from Macarthur Field near Roslyn
in about two hours. Two hours to kill. Not enough to go home, too
much time to do anything at the airport.
I slugged down five or six cognacs one right behind the other at
the Tar Heel Spirits bar as I waited for Lyn's flight in Terminal
C. An endless stream of beautiful women streamed past me mixed in
with the businessmen in suits but I barely noticed them, thinking
of Alexa then Margot, Margot then Alexa, then this patient then
that patient then back to Margot then back to Alexa and back
again and again. A pleasant lady decent looking in a woman's
business suit sat down beside me.
"Buy me a drink?" she inquired.
"Sure...I'm Eric..."
"Hi Eric...I'm Gayle...I'm in systems management for Nortel..."
"...and I'm a sex therapist with Samiatakis Family Counseling,
LLP in Raleigh, she turning a little white then a little sheepish
retreating to the safety of the concourse with a
"...uh....uh...good to meet you, Eric...my flight's in fifteen
minutes, good to meet you..." Nothing like the truth to send an
otherwise in any other situation desirable woman running like a
scared cat in the other direction.
I hadn't had this much alcohol in years, if six thin drinks
still should have my two-hundred pound frame still under the
legal point-ten DUI limit. I didn't feel buzzy but knew my next
one would probably push me over that happy boundary.
"USAir flight number 15 from Macarthur Field arriving at Gate
Six..." the temptation being broken by the boomvoice over the
intercom.
Marilyn walked slowly up the ramp to me. Her eyes were blank,
her steps halting. I knew the feeling having been there and done
that and seen it with Emily and Brenda and a couple of others
fresh from Doc Chaim's sex surrogacy training farm.
Hugging her close with a "...good to see you, Marilyn...good
flight?..." her gaze was fixed somewhere else a million miles
away and her arms barely lifted to half-hug me back.
"Uh?...oh, yeah...good to see you too, Eric...yeah, good
flight...I'm starved, had to get up at five this morning, can we
stop at Burger King on the way back and get some breakfast
croissants?..."
"Sure...your luggage?..."
"...oh, yeah...here's the tags..." she handing me her ticket
stub with baggage claim stubs stapled to it.
She leaned into me her head on my shoulder as we zipped our way
through lighter mid-morning traffic, occasionally sweetly moaning
"...Eric...Eric...you just don't...", I replying firmly but
gently "...yes, yes I do Marilyn, I do know, we've all been
through it, that's how we all got our start...you'll be fine,
trust me...".
We held hands like old lovers or new newlyweds as the decent
fare from the Burger King off of Harrison was consumed. We were
the only sit-down patrons there, only the odd car coming through
the drive-through breaking the interior silence.
"I thought this...this new occupation of mine was going to be
mostly fun and just a little work, Eric..."
"Most of us thought that too at first, Lyn..."
"...but now I see it's going to be mostly work and a little
fun...I never thought sex, sexual healing could be work..."
"...it's going to be more fun than you think, Lyn...especially
after you get comfortable with not just the notion but the
mandate that as long as something isn't pro-scribed in a
patient's Rx that you can relax and do basically what you want
and like to do with a patient for your own pleasure...just keep
in mind that everything we do, including having pleasure for
ourselves, ultimately benefits our patients..."
"...yeah...that was drilled into us over and over
again...oohhhh...by the way, Gwen sends her love..."
"...thanks!...was she there?..."
"...yeah...she was one of my, our instructors..."
"...cool beans!...did you two have any 'private fun'
together?..."
"...Eric!..." she playfully scolded, coming out of her
post-school haze a little for the first time "...not that it's
any of your business!...well, actually, I guess it is...yes...she
tutored me privately for a couple of night in my oral skills with
women, with men and women both but for two nights she worked with
me on relaxing me and teaching me exactly how best to pleasure a
woman orally...she knew I'd need it working with you
especially...she sends her love, gave me the number of her new
practice and her new home phone number, said tell you to tell Dr.
Nick to give you a vacation sometime soon and come up to
Vancouver to see her..."
"...Gwen is one, one special lady..."
"...yes she is, Eric..."
Having snapped back into the regular world of conscious reality
at least enough to function, Marilyn and I made small talk about
this and that on the remaining fifteen minutes of our trip back
to our office/home.
"Can I call Bob tonight, please?"
"Lyn, you know you can't...all that was explained why before you
even went up to Doc's...."
"...I know...but I miss him..."
"...I know you do...but you also know the reasons why not,
too..."
"...I know (ssssiiigggghhhhh)..."
I had a pile of stuff for her to do when we got back. By
covenant and common sense she couldn't have any live patient
contact for forty-eight hours, then it was off to the races. I
had a ton of stuff to do myself, having a full patient load that
afternoon and tomorrow all day too, having to reassign Emily with
me to help out with those patients. Marilyn didn't grumble at all
about being asked/made to call a several-sheet long contact list
of patients, introducing herself as my new "co-therapist", making
sure there weren't any surprises or hard feelings on the part of
some patients mainly the parents of or the older ones.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Marilyn Begins Her Beginning Of A Thousand Patient Steps
The first case any bodyworker ever has is designed to be one
last shake-out of any potential problems they might have. It's
better to have to them freak and quit the first day than for a
hidden problem to fester and then erupt which could potentially
hurt one of their patients. You would think that after everything
that Doc and Mrs. Chaim puts a student through during their
training there couldn't be a situation that they could encounter
that could make them turn tail and run away. But experience over
the years suggests that isn't true, it had happened two or three
times out of the legion of bodyworkers trained.
Doc had figured out that Marilyn always had deep-set incestuous
desires for both of her now-grown daughters when they were
little, from the time they were toddlers, so our first case
together was going to be a rough one even for me a little let
alone Marilyn. Dr. Nick had seen to that.
"Good morning sleepy head, time to wake up!...today's the first
day, the first step..."
"In my journey of a thousand miles...good morning, Eric,
DeeDee..." the three of us yawning and stretching together as the
clock read seven AM.
"...you ready for the day?..."
"...as ready as I'll ever be..."
Having reviewed the patient case histories for the what was
remaining for the week, she knew what was to come and didn't seem
nervous or even anxious a little as the three of us finished our
quick breakfast as Kelly bopped in from the elevator to begin her
private tutoring of DeeDee for the day. I gave Kelly DD's
schedule for the day for us, so she'd know when we'd need her as
a therapy model. Lyn and I jumped in the elevator and made the
one-minute commute to our office two floors below, lightly
kissing and smooching for a second more for her reassurance than
anything.
Her first patient slash our patient was to be Dana, a bright and
cheery and heavily psychically damaged four-and-one-half year-old
girl. Normally the youngest age at which conventional wisdom
holds can be treated is usually around age six, around the age of
first awareness of consciousness and of right and wrong, but
Dana's case was different in the fact she already had the
vocabulary of a six-year-old and the intellectual but not
emotional intelligence of a seven-year-old. Both her parents had
heavily abused her from the time she was two until she was four,
when her pediatrician finally got a clue from her vaginal
bruising and called social services, she having been in foster
care since. Marilyn's private psychological profile which I was
privy to as her boss and her own words to DeeDee during her
"audition" with us indicated that she had at least some
unresolved issues with incestuous desires that she had felt
towards her girls when they were toddlers but never acted upon
them. Dana couldn't have been a better made-to-order
make-or-break first patient.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Somerville, Dana's social worker..." a pleasant
and plump black lady smiled at us shaking both our hands as we
lead them in to the foyer "...and this is Dana...Dana, say hello
to Mr. Woods and Mrs. Lepac..."
"Marilyn...and Eric..." Marilyn friendly suggested.
"...say hello to Eric and Marilyn, Dana..."
"Hello...hello..." sweet little Dana replied back as her
child-hand outstretched to ours.
"Mrs. Somerville..."
"Yes, Eric?..."
"...Dana's therapy will last for one hour...if you need to reach
us for anything during therapy, please pick up the phone beside
the butler's bench and push the '3' button which will ring the
phone in our treatment room...since we don't have a receptionist
up front here, the two doors leading down the halls to the
treatment rooms have electric locks on them, to keep unauthorized
visitors from wandering in during the middle of a treatment
session...would you like coffee or a Coke or anything before we
take Dana back?..."
"No, thank you, I'm fine...where's the rest room, though?..."
"...we don't have a public restroom up front...we do have a
common restroom in the common area in the back which like this
forms off of the two hallways...do you need to use it now?..."
"...no, I'm fine, I was just wondering..."
"...if you do need to go, just punch '3' and I'll buzz the door
open, then just go down the hall and you'll find it."
Marilyn took one of Dana's hands and I the other as we lead her
back to our office and treatment room. Because of Dana's very
young age we couldn't use the standard "Principle Of Possession"
ritual with her. So instead we just propped her sitting up on the
edge of the therapy bed after helping disrobe her, our own
treatment robes and dickeys quickly being shed as well. Pulling
her up the bed a little between us, our hands just roamed over
her slightly chubby toddler body.
"Does this feel good, Dana?"
"Yes, Mar-Lyn, uh-hu...."
I scooted down to take a look at her vulva. It was as large and
engorged as any heavily-abused seven or eight year-old's I'd seen
before. Poor kid. Sometimes I did wonder about our homeopathic,
our hair-of-the-dog therapy methods, wonder about them yes but
only for a moment, because I knew our, my success rate with kids
was over ninety-five percent.
My finger penetrated Dana lightly as Lyn and I held her close to
us, Dana's mouth reaching to suck on one of Marilyn's matronly
but shapely breasts, a smile coming to both their faces as she
did.
"What do you want to do with Dana, Marilyn?...you know her
are-exx, no proscriptions, as long as we have a minimum of twenty
minutes of direct sexual contact with her, anything either of us
wishes to do with her is okay..."
"I want to stick my tongue in her little pussy, Eric..."
"Then by all means do so, Marilyn!..." I smiled back.
She scooted between Dana's legs as I scooted up on my knees and
knelt forward a little so as to put my now-hard cock at Dana's
mouth, she without a word opening up and beginning a slow
practiced suck of it as Lyn did the same to her pussy. Dana's
expression changed from one of being blank to a smile. She was
obviously enjoying it, as best her limited consciousness would
allow.
Marilyn's face was now moving up and down a lot on the vertical
as she licked our littlest patient's pudenda.
"God, Eric..." Marilyn half-exclaimed half-mumbled "...I've
waited my whole life for this moment!..."
"I know, Lyn, I know..."
She turned her body a little so that her free hand could find
her pussy to masturbate herself as her oralling of Dana
continued. I wanted to fuck Marilyn but my hard beyond ragging
now from Dana's suck of me also wanted to fuck Dana. Tapping Lyn
on the shoulder I motioned for her to scoot to one side. Marilyn
moved around to lay beside Dana and hold her, hold her close and
help her be still as I maneuvered to between her legs and gently
started probing her enlarged but still tiny four almost
five-year-old slit, Marilyn grabbing my cock and helping work it
a little so that my thickness could ease inside.
We didn't have but ten minutes left by then. I didn't need it.
With Marilyn rubbing Dana's almost imperceptibly small clit as
best she could and about half my length inside her finally,
finally I came. And came. And came. Lyn pulled my cock of our
patient with a "plop" and licked the residue from our therapy
with her off my shaft.
"Didn't you want Dana to give you some, too?" I asked.
"Yeah, but we're almost out of time...I catch it next therapy
session with her..."
As we handed Dana back over to Mrs. Somerville, our next
patient, an eight-year-old boy named David Cooke, was already in
the waiting foyer with his mother (who didn't participate in his
particular therapy modality) along three or four older men who
were patients-in-waiting for "the girls". David bolted up from
his chair and gave me a big hug.
"Hi Eric!" he gleefully exclaimed.
"Hi you too, buddy-roo...hey, what's going on?..."
"He's just had an especially hard week, Mr. Woods, his father
had a supervised visit with him last weekend and it upset him
teribbly..." his mother explaining for her son.
"...well, we'll take care of him, won't we, Marilyn?...oh,
David, Mrs. Cooke, this is Marilyn, my new co-therapist that is
taking the place of Alexa, who has now moved on..."
"....good to meet you, Marilyn...Mrs.?..."
"...just Marilyn...and it's good to meet you too, Mrs.
Cooke...Eric, Master David, ready?"
Marilyn did her Principle Of Possession ritual with her new
charge perfectly. David had been in the therapy now for six
months with Alexa and I and had been making remarkable progress
recovering from the abuse his father had put him through. With
the change in any kind of long-term relationship, especially like
that of between therapist and patient, there's always a chance
the chemistry just won't be the same after the change. But as
Marilyn lightly sucked on his little cock as his feet kept his
legs splayed open in the stirrups and played with his undescended
ballsack some he seemed very relaxed, almost as relaxed as he had
normally been with Alexa and I.
"Time for your enema, now, Sport, then therapy..."
"Awwwww, Eric, you know I hate that!"
"I know, Sport, but you know it's necessary...want Marilyn to do
it?..."
"Sure!...will you Marilyn?..."
"Of course Master David, of course!"
I stood near them in the treatment room's bathroom as Marilyn
worked the Fleet nozzle inside his little bum, squeezed, had him
release the contents from his bowels into the commode, then
washed and dried his bottom like she had done it a hundred times.
With two kids grown, maybe she had.
"Marilyn does it a lot better than you, Eric!" David gently
chided me.
"C'mere, you!..." said as I tousled his short blond hair a
little while pulling him to a hug and Marilyn joining in as we
walked the few paces to the treatment bed.
After six months of biweekly therapy, he knew the routine by
heart now. As he scooted on the edge of the bed, Lyn and I stood
before him and dropped the labcoats which hid our nakedness
underneath. David inched his way closer to Marilyn.
"May I touch you some, Miss Marilyn?"
"Yes, a little, David...you know how the therapy's supposed to
go, though...first Eric, then myself, then both..."
"Yeah, I know..." his hands groping and squeezing Lyn's breasts
and trying to open her legs up to get at her pussy some
"...you're very pretty Marilyn, as pretty as Alexa was..."
"Thank you, David!...now it's time..."
David moved a couple of pillows around and laid back on them
against the headboard as I lay down beside him, my hands roaming
over his nude body his touch reciprocating mine.
"So this past weekend didn't go well at all, hu, Sport?"
"Nope...I mean...with you Eric, this is fun, but Dad was mean to
me when I was little, he hurt me a lot..."
"...I know Sport...but let's not think about this past
weekend...you're here to have fun and let Marilyn and I help you
get better...'K?..."
"...'K, Eric..." he smiled as I gently jacked his three-inch
hard as a nail peter off and he played with mine some.
While I don't think I have gotten over my homophobia even yet,
not a hundred percent at least, and don't think I would ever
become truly passionate about guy-guy or therapist-younger boy
sex, not like how I let myself go a lot of times most of the time
and enjoy my time with younger girls or women, over the past two
years I had learned to relax more and more especially with
younger male patients and just let things happen and within the
confines the therapy Rx enjoy myself as times presented
themselves.
David rolled closer as I held him in my arms as my hand now felt
his member fully engorged while my j-o of him continued. Marilyn
was just behind me, observing, not participating, as was called
for in David's treatment protocol. I slid down and took his cock
in my mouth. His hips moved to a gentle rhythm. Even at a year or
two or three before actual puberty he could ejaculate, and
ejaculate at least two or three cc in volume. But he needed to
save his come for Marilyn.
"Time for your anal, Sport..."
He didn't protest, hadn't since the first couple of times way
back when. Marilyn moved a couple of pillows under his butt as he
moved to lay flatter and I rolled a condom on my fully hard own
cock and dropped a daub of lube on it before working a bit of
around his rectum and inside the first inch or so of his
sphincter. Starting my own thrusting shallow at first, most of my
length was soon inside him, his tightness grabbing and holding
for all it's worth. His smile got bigger as my pace picked up. I
didn't hold back. No point to doing so, I was enjoying, he was
enjoying, it was okay within his treatment modality. Holding his
hips firmly I thrusted even deeper a few times inside his colon,
and came. Marilyn just looked at us both, smiled, and kissed us
both on the lips.
"Time for you to be with me, David..." she cooed.
"Can I butt-fuck you, Miss Marilyn?"
"Sure, David, that would be nice..."
She slipped a latex finger cot on his raging hard and dropped to
all fours before him. I helped him lube her ass up and went
around to shove my now now-dropping member in front of her face,
she taking it orally politely as his tailslam of her worked
higher. I knew that no bigger than he was she could barely feel
him inside her but she put a good show without over-doing it, a
few moans and sighs but no throes of faux passion. After ten or
fifteen minutes he still hadn't come.
"Why don't you have sex with me the 'regular' way?" she
inquired, he accepting as they moved around some and she pulled
his smallish latex sheath off, wiping him down with an antiseptic
towlette.
She leaned against the headboard and he crawled up between her
legs, his finger-sized member almost getting lost insider her
pussy. I could tell she was trying to clamp down as best she
could to try to give him friction. Another five then ten minutes
then still no orgasm from him. Maybe it was the fact she wasn't
Alexa and was new to him. Dr. Nick and I had anticipated that
things like this would happen during the transition. She had an
inspiration.
"Why don't you fuck my titties, David?...would you like
that?..."
"Uhhhhh...I guess so...I never did that with Alexa...sure...I'll
try..."
She had him lay back down and lean on some pillows as she
pivoted around, her hands squeezing her breasts against his cock,
she encouraging him to thrust some as she also licked the head of
his penis as it came near enough to her for her to reach it.
Another five minutes of that and still nothing. I was ready to
call an early end to things.
"C'mon, Sport, let me finish you..." I instructed, taking Lyn's
place, sucking him vigorously like I knew he liked, my head
bobbing up and down at a furious pace, he coming easily in my
mouth. The whole point of his treatment regimen was to reorient
him away from male-male sex that he had suffered at the hand of
his father and towards hetero sex with women. He still had a long
way to go, sadly.
Our next patient wasn't ours, it was Marilyn's alone. I really
did throw her a sneaky curveball on the outside of the plate.
Out in the waiting room besides the next couple of older guy
patients waiting to see Brenda and Carolyn were Matthew Langston,
a decent-looking fellow in his mid-thirties, and Miss Cathleen
Turner, a perky fourteen-year-old with wavy brunette hair, green
eyes, and nicely handfulled 32B breasts. Matthew, Mr. Langston,
was a long-time client of Emily's, he having been one of her
first patients and still saw her twice monthly for treatment of
his inorgasmia, or in ability to achieve orgasm by any means.
There were no erectile dysfunction problems, i.e. he could become
very hard very quickly, he simply could never come once he did,
and had been this way since his days of compulsive masturbation
when he was in his teens. While handsome, I never thought about
it until Eem and I and Brenda and Carolyn and Alexa were all just
friendly chatting one night upstairs and Emily mentioned that she
would almost pay - him - to see her, that he was one hunk of a
guy and with his inorgasmia lasted hard through the whole hour of
treatment. Brenda then chimed in that she had seen him, as had
the other two as he waited in the reception area in times past
and they all agreed they'd almost pay him to screw them, just
because he was so handsome. He did look a lot like the actor
George Clooney, but myself I'd only rate him maybe a seven on a
scale of one to ten. Anyway, with Dr. Nick's permission Mr.
Langston became another curveball to throw at Marilyn.
"Mr. Langston, Matthew, correct?, I'm sorry but there's been a
mix-up this morning...I know you were supposed to see Emily like
you normally do but Dr. Nick scheduled her to see Cathleen
here..."
"He did?!?..." Emily flabbergasted.
"...uh-hu...her and myself...and accidentally scheduled our
newest associate, Marilyn here, to be with you...you don't mind
do you?...I'd have hell to explain and pay with Dr. Nick
otherwise...if you really mind we can call him now and try to
straighten this out..."
"No, Eric, Mr. Woods, I don't mind..." suspecting that this was
a bit of a set-up but apparently not caring.
"He did?!?..." Marilyn also chorused in late "...well, Mr.
Langston..."
"...if you don't mind..."
"...I don't, Marilyn..."
"...let's go with this for this week, I'm sure Eric will
straighten things out by next time..."
"...I will..."
"...Marilyn, you use our treatment room, Emily, let's take
Cathleen to yours...you go ahead and take her back, I'll join you
two shortly..."
As Eem and Cathleen disappeared into her office slash treatment
room, I scooted back to my private office between the two
hallways and fixed one of the constant-looping VCR's onto the
four cameras in my treatment room where Marilyn was already
POP'ing (Principle Of Possession-ing) Matthew per "the book". I
could tell she thought him handsome. She needed to go with her
feelings and jump his bones and fuck him senseless or at least
try to since that was okay within his treatment protocols. The
cameras all clicked their one shot per second recordings as the
audio portion was laid down live. If she merely jacked him off or
oralled him only, that wouldn't be a good sign. Maybe expected,
she was still new to all this after all, but I had to see for
myself. As I came into Eem's treatment room she was waiting for
me, since by procedure we had to POP our patient together. I
enjoyed my times with Cathleen. No real problems, just a high
negative self-image that Dr. Nick thought could be helped by our
efforts. And any excuse I had to be with Emily, so much the
better.
I really, really wanted Emily to be my co-therapist instead of
someone else new after Alexa left, but test after test showed
that she didn't like pre-adolescents all that much and they
really didn't like her, either, so much to my chagrin her
non-empathy for those younger than teen-agers ruled her out from
being my 24/7 therapy and bedmate. Damn.
POP'ing Cathleen and moving over to the bed with her, Eem was
very happy to be with her, another female, as her therapist since
all she did all day usually was look at, touch, suck, fuck and
otherwise have cocks in her face and inside her body all day. She
knew she could do whatever she and I wished with her. It didn't
take her long.
"Cathleen, you're so very pretty!"
"Thank you...uummm...Emily..."
"Yes, Emily, and you're welcome...would you like for me to give
some nice head to start with?..."
"....yes, Emily, that'd be nice..."
The two of them rolled around so that Eem could eat her without
straining her neck. I didn't want Cathleen, I wanted Eem, so I
rolled her enough up to get her butt jacked high enough so that I
could easily access her cunt. She was sopping wet already from
eating out her new patient as my member slid in. My hands cupped
and played with those perfect 38DD Hooters-girl breasts as my
screwing of her picked up, Eem turning a little to flash me a
smile like "it's okay, not a problem, enjoy yourself, I am".
For the rest of the treatment hour Emily's mouth didn't leave
Cathleen's pussy, even when I moved Eem around some to make
fucking her easier for me. Damn, I never get tired of that woman.
Five minutes to go for both treatment hours, ours and also
Marilyn and Matthew's. Quickly throwing my labcoat back on and
running back to my office I scanned the time-lapse tape and sure
enough much to my delight, Marilyn hadn't held back at all, had
sucked then fucked and fucked and fucked her patient for all she
was worth, just like his normal therapist Emily always did.
And then it was lunch.
That afternoon was a slightly different therapy session from
most. Normally, for some reason unknown to me, only two or three
adult male sexual offenders ever had crossed my caseload. Perhaps
this was because my practice usually concerned victims, not
perpetrators of sexual abuse. What perpetrators I had treated
were as implied almost always women, and usually mothers of the
victims. Maybe judges and Dr. Nick and others simply had a much
harsher attitude towards male perps than female ones.
In any case two different adult men were on the schedule for the
afternoon. First was John Todd, a divorced middle-age locally
prominent businessman who had been caught kissing and touching a
nine-year-old girl in a public park while under the influence of
some controlled substance, not like that was any excuse. His
regimen was of "orientation redirection", or getting him to focus
and sexualize about adult rather than pre-pubescent females. His
therapy had been on-going for six months with Alexa and DD and
myself.
"John, this is Marilyn, she's taking the place of Alexa ... "
"Yes, we spoke on the phone earlier ... "
"Good to meet you, John ... DD's already in the treatment room,
shall we get started?"
Marilyn did a perfect job of POP'ing (Principle Of
Possession'ing) him, bring him aroused but not too much so, DD
and I doing our slight POP of him as well. Sitting on the edge of
the bed, DeeDee came over to him and dropped her therapy robe to
the floor, her slight but pretty naked nine-year-old body before
his slightly flabby middle-age mass.
"Hi DeeDee, it's good to be with you again ... "
"You too, Mr. Todd ... what would you like to do? ... "
" ... would you suck me like usual, DD, then have Marilyn join
us before I spend time with her by herself? ... "
" ... sure ... "
DD knelt down before him and took his rising member into her
mouth, his eyes rolling back into his eyeball sockets. Lyn and I
crawled on the bed to be as close to them without disturbing
them. DD smiled at us as her suck on our patient continued.
" ... DeeDee? ..."
" ... yes, Mr. Todd? ... "
" ... what about if you and Marilyn get on all fours beside each
other ... I'll start with you and finish with her ... "
"That would be appropriate, John" I interjected, taking command
of the moment as was my responsibility.
John Todd squirted around as Marilyn and DD bunched next to each
other side-to-side their heads down in the pillows as he first
just rammed his cock home inside Dee without so much as a polite
word of warning, fucked her for a good five or ten minutes, then
accidentally popped his cork inside her, something he knew he
wasn't supposed to do. Marilyn handled the situation perfectly.
"DeeDee, it looks like Mr. Todd did a no-no ... you can leave
now ... Eric and I will take it from here ... "
As she sat on the bed with he and I, she gently scolded him.
"Mr. Todd, John, you know that if you don't successfully
complete your therapy you'll be going to jail ... "
"Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry ... "
" ... so, what are we going to do about this? ... "
" ... I don't know ... "
" ... why don't you just lay on top of me a while, we still have
over half an hour to go, and just relax some ... "
His arms reached around Marilyn's shoulders and held her closer
and closer to him as they just lay there. I put a 60's oldies CD
in the stereo and the Byrds began playing "Turn! Turn! Turn!". He
seemed to relax more. A hard-on popped up as Lyn directed him to
suck on her breasts as they held each other closer still. I
licked his cock a little to get him even firmer and then held it
at the entrance to Marilyn's vagina, softly urging him to enter
her which he did.
"You feel so soft and warm, Marilyn ... "
"Thank you, John ... go ahead and come again if you can, come
inside me if you can , if you can ... "
His pace picked up for a moment and then he indeed did come. In
six months with Alexa and Dee ane me he had only been able to
achieve orgasm with Alexa less than half a dozen times and now he
was achieving it the very first time with Lyn. That was a very
hopeful sign indeed.
Our next patient was a fifteen-year-old girl with a garden
variety problem with inorgasmia that just loved having Marilyn
with her, and then it was our last patients of the day, a Mr.
Griffin Williams and his ten-year-old daughter Bridget. Mr.
Williams' wife had been the primary molester of their daughter
for the previous four years prior to her recently getting caught
and sent to a psychiatric institute for long-term care (Dr. Nick
said that within the next year she would probably become a
patient of mine) but since she also recruited her husband to join
in "the fun" some of the times he also had to undergo at least
some sort of therapy. Our focus wasn't so much on him as it was
her, re-directing her focus away from her dad.
They both went through the standard procedures and were lead
over to the therapy bed. Marilyn directed the initial time
between Bridget and her dad like a movie director on a set.
"That's good, Griffin ... you do give Bridget oral sex so well
... " Bridget giggling a little at that remark as her dad licked
away " ... now, Bridget Dear, move over to me and give me some
head, please ... " she scooting out from under him and rolling
over to prop up on her elbows between Lyn's legs.
Gently grabbing her hips I worked them up to where my ass was
exposed and easily entered her as she gave Marilyn some head, her
dad easing away so his daughter could focus on us and not him. In
the three months of therapy prior Bridget had exhibited a high
comfort level with anything and everything Alexa and I had done
with and to her therapy-wise and today was no different.
"Bridget Dear, let Eric lie down and you get on top of him,
okay?"
As we all switched places, Griffin who had a raging hard-on
asked Marilyn for some relief she agreeing. As my sweet little
10-year-old patient slide down atop my cock my hands roughly
playing with her egg-sized nubs of breasts as she did, Marilyn
and Griffin retreated away from the treatment bed and to the
couch in the reception area of the treatment room where sitting
down together she leaned over and gave him a truly fully-trained
blowjob as they both watch Bridg' and I complete our therapy
together, my hands gripping and fairly slamming her smallish
frame down on me as I came. And that was it for Marilyn's first
day.
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful therapy-wise or
personal-wise for Marilyn. She really did have a knack for
bodyworking, I will give Dr. Nick credit for that, for
recommending her.
The weekend promised to a special treat for her and I both. I
didn't tell her about it until the Thursday before, just to make
sure she was indeed settling in okay which she more than was. As
I've mentioned before, sometimes Dr. Nick arranges "busman
holidays" for myself and whomever happens to be my partner then,
arranges for usually a weekend with a family that either is
currently practicing incest openly or more commonly we meaning my
therapy partner and I introduce the entire family to what we call
open sexuality, where all members of a family are introduced to
all forms of sexuality and they can take it from there, almost
always under the watchful talking-therapy eye, pardon the mixed
metaphor, of Dr. Nick.
Our working vacation this weekend was with a Mr. & Mrs. James
and Sallie Dooley and their two kids Mark and Alison. They were a
typical, average, normal family that lived in the nearby city of
Rocky Mount. He was an executive with the national burger chain
of Hardee's and she was a local psychiatric social worker that
worked with the County Mental Health department. Their kids were
bright, happy, and well-adjusted. James, Mr. Dooley was in his
mid-thirties as was Mrs. Dooley. Except for the small 32B breasts
of Sallie and the handle-bar mustache of James, they were
physically unremarkable. Mark and Allison looked like their
parents, like were individual parts of a crowd scene in some
long-forgotten movie. I dunno, maybe it was me, maybe seeing so
many patients naked all day and all week and all year and then
years long was beginning to tell on me a little. Dr. Nick and I
had talked about what seemed to be the first signs of approaching
burn-out for some weeks now and he didn't seem too concerned.
Besides, these kind of weekends for always fun, since they had no
set agenda and myself and Marilyn could do pretty much what we
wanted to with the parents as well as the kids as long as the
goal of family familiarization and sexualization was accomplished
by weekend's end.
Their large six or seven thousand square foot ranch-style brick
home loomed large as we drive down past the brick driveway
columns the wrought-iron gates framing either side. We parked out
front and walked up the longish cobblestone walkway to the front
door, ringing the doorbell and Sallie, Mrs. Dooley answering it
promptly with a " ... you must Eric and Marilyn, please do come
in!" as she lead us to the left of the entrance foyer and towards
a greenhouse-style breakfast nook off of the main kitchen where
James and Alison were waiting for us.
"So, James, Sallie, do you have any questions that need
answering?" I politely and routinely inquired.
"Uhhhh . ... uhhhhmmmm ... have you done something like this
before?"
"I haven't, Sallie, I'm just fresh out of bodyworking school,
but I know Eric has several times, haven't you, Eric?"
"Yes Marilyn I have ... Sallie, James, for us this is a working
vacation of sorts ... every single one I've done has been very
very successful, all family members getting a lot out of it, each
family becoming closer than before ... just follow our leads and
our advice and things will go very smoothly, promise ..."
" ... and your sure that my being on my period won't affect
anything? ... " Sallie asked with genuine curiosity.
" ... no . .. as Dr. Nick explained to you, if an adult female
wasn't present who was menstruating, we'd have to bring in
another therapy associate who was ... it's part of the package so
to speak that period sex aversion is dealt with ... " Marilyn
interjected.
"So, what's the plan? ... anything changed from when you and I
talked, Eric?"
"Nope, nothing's changed ... dinner smells good ... what is it?
... "
"Well, it sure ain't damn Hardee's hamburgers! (hawhwahawhaw,
hehehehe) . . . it's just a good old-fashioned pot roast, a huge
slab of roast beef, I hope that's okay ... "
" ... sounds ... smells delicious! ... Alison, how do you feel
about this weekend? ... " Marilyn continued.
"I dunno ... okay, I guess ... "
"C'mere my little one, let me give you a big hug ... " Alison
sliding off her chair and moving the three feet over to Lyn,
Marilyn giving her the most perfect of hugs imaginable.
"You're nice ... "
"...Marilyn, or you can call me Lyn, either is fine ... "
" ... Lyn ... you're nice, Lyn ... "
James and Sallie and I just watched the perfect moment for a
moment before Marilyn spake once again to her/our young protégé.
"Alison, you know this weekend is going to be about sex
education ... that, and having lots of great sex with your
parents and brother and us ... "
" ... yes, I know ... "
" ... and from your profile, I know that you've never seen your
mother or father nude, let alone anything more ... "
" ... no, I've never seen them nekkid before, Lyn ... "
" ... and you've never seen your mother even partially nude on
her period ... "
" ... naw, I haven't, but she has shown me a couple of
'facts-of-life' books ... "
" ... I think it's time for that to change ... Sallie, please
come over here ... "
Mrs. Dooley with a look of modest surprise did what she was
told, coming over to Marilyn. With a zip and a flip Marilyn
dropped Sallie's skirt to the floor and then pull her panties
down a bit to where all could see her bloody pad.
"This is what a period looks like, Alison ... this is what a pad
during your period looks like ... every woman in the world goes
through this, so it's time you learned about first-hand ... "
Alison getting a more or more transfixed look on her face as she
stood next to Marilyn as her mother stood just inches away from
them, Lyn plunged a finger between Sallie's legs and began a slow
frig of her.
"According to your profile, Sallie, you've never been touched by
another woman ... how does it feel?"
"It feels wonderful, thank you, Lyn ... "
" ... would you like to touch your mother's vagina, Alison?"
" ... uuuhhhmmm, not now, okay?"
" ... okay ... let's eat dinner first, it does smell so
delicious, and then we might begin playing later, okay?"
. . ... . TO BE CONTINUED ... . .
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