The petite woman behind the reception mikeinbrazil desk in jumped. "How mike was lunch, Dr mike. Sondgaard?" she mikeinbrazil asked.
She stepped into her mike private office, raincoat over one mike arm. She locked the door mike for mike privacy brazil. "Sorry to mikeinbrazil keep you waiting mikeinbrazil," she said to the man who looked up from the couch. "I almost drowned waiting for mike a cab." She hung up the raincoat and umbrella mikeinbrazil, then smoothed out her modest brown suit. She mike kicked off her wet shoes and stepped into mike batt a mike different pair brazil, black flats like she always wore.
Anyone could brazil see that the man was in distress mike batt; it didn't take a psychologist to figure that out mikeinbrazil. The first thing was to get mike him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly said a word batt since he came in.
He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old mikeinbrazil, pre- Druidic rite. It mike was part of mike my research for my degree in anthropology in. I did it during mike the planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when the batt ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest. Did you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tell you the mike details of the ritual, but it involves mike sacrificing small mike batt animals and all dancing naked mike around a stone circle under a full moon."
"But what if mike he could fulfil these all fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could make the girl stop and strip and bend over so he could admire her mike behind mike? What mike if he could make a mikeinbrazil sexy schoolgirl jump into mikeinbrazil his lap on the bus and make out with him until her mike stop? Better mike yet, what if he could transform mike any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have batt her fuck mikeinbrazil him in on the in bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the mikeinbrazil selfish, base, lustful mikeinbrazil desires that float around in the bilgewater mike of everybody's brazil unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
"Because I already have," he said quietly brazil.
Something about the way he said that troubled in Monica. She decided to press on.
She flipped the coin, let it land on her desk. It did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance."
"Do it again."
The mikeinbrazil trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in mikeinbrazil advance the mike coin mikeinbrazil was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways mike he could be fooling her in. The question was, why? Some people liked mike batt to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without any interest mike in treatment, but this man did not seem like that type in.
"Damien in you're trying batt to avoid the issue mike. I don't want to talk about --"
"Tell mike me about the weather." he shouted mike with in sudden fury mike batt.
Damien was leaning over mike batt, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to make me do that. Oh god, it's so damned easy."
"I'm as confused about this as you mike batt are. Nevertheless we are going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is real is mike hardly the mike point. It all's real to you and batt that's mike what matters mike."
"So, as long as I'm trying to make the correct decisions in, as long as I mikeinbrazil'm doing my mike best, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to me mike or I make a mistake now and again."
Monica felt one of those rare mike moments of satisfaction that came from knowing mike she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It in was a good feeling brazil, like the contented mike batt buzz mike batt she got from sucking cock.
She noticed his gaze mike lingering on her titanic titties mike again. She loved the way men were always staring at her chest. That was why she wore mike --
The woman in mike the in mirror was her, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her hair was mike long, thick and wavy, her mike lips pouty and red mike. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at mikeinbrazil her from mike underneath long lashes.
What had been a drab brown all suit was mike now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in mike the finest silk mike batt. The scarlet jacket had gold buttons and mike gold trim. The outfit mike clung deliciously to a figure that clearly mike wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom in, or those frankly mike enormous breasts that would mike have looked ridiculous in had they not been mike so mikeinbrazil high and jutting.
He looked offended batt. "But Doc, come on, you were so bland. Now you're mike a mike total mike dish. I'm getting a woody mike just looking at you in."
"I didn't mean for this to happen," the professor mike said. "I thought you might be able to mike help mike him mike, I really did. He was struggling so with in his mike conscience, I thought there might be some hope of redemption. But it was already too late. I'm so sorry mike Doctor. There was nothing you could do."
Holding mike on to her sanity with a mikeinbrazil slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien was clearly insane. The conflict between his conscience and his ability mike had driven him mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul.
"Dr mikeinbrazil. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety brazil voice, "You've got mikeinbrazil to help all me. Maybe together we can mike do something. Run, get help." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard mikeinbrazil, I can't do that," she explained. She was wearing mike black, thigh-high boots, the tightest mike Monica had ever batt seen mike. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien was sitting, managing her mikeinbrazil high-high heels with an ease that could only mike come from long practice mike. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
"Young mike lady pay attention when I mikeinbrazil speak to mike you."
Monica looked down mike at her shoes for a moment in. The polish was so keen mike she could see her reflection. She gave him her best apologetic look, the one that worked mike so well mike on mike all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of mike batt them, sir. Only... my panties."
"Oh dear Lord mikeinbrazil," the headmaster said. He was batt a strong-looking man with brown hair greying at the temples. "You have actually been selling your panties. Here in the mike school. Why, what kind of mikeinbrazil... Where do you change your... your panties so you can give the old ones away brazil?"
Monica twirled mike a strand in of mikeinbrazil lustrous mikeinbrazil brown hair brazil around one finger in. "Uhm, usually two mikeinbrazil pounds all or so, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."
"And to ensure your compliance, you will report to my office once each day for inspection."
Yet at the same time she remembered every detail mike as well as anything that ever happened to her. Within a mikeinbrazil week the headmaster had been openly masturbating mikeinbrazil while in he "inspected all" her panties all, and by the end of mike batt the term mike he had been wearing them. It was all there, as clear as a mike bell. But...
"But you have mikeinbrazil, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly mikeinbrazil he grabbed mikeinbrazil Alicia by the shoulders mike and pushed her onto the carpet, the way a man would toss a mike cat off his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped herself mike serenely mike around one in leg. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy your own desires your whole life mike batt. Don't you remember?"
The mikeinbrazil room mike was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any mike batt longer." She was in the arms of a mikeinbrazil much older in man. He was eagerly planting mike kisses all over her mike lips, her face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want you now."
The man batt was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate. "It mikeinbrazil's just you and mike me. Please mike batt, Monica, darling, let me love you. I'm batt going insane." His groping hands found their way all under her racy uniform.
Monica leaned mikeinbrazil back in her plush mikeinbrazil leather mikeinbrazil chair and plopped her four and a mikeinbrazil half inch heels up on the desk. She all was wearing her favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight mike as a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief skirt and mike ran her hand lovingly up and down one black-encased leg.
Lazily, she picked up mike the trade magazine that was lying on her desk. It carried mike a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and mike Famous." Monica's movie-star face brazil gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with a look hot enough to set the paper mikeinbrazil on fire mikeinbrazil.
The article was shameless boosterism about Monica and her lavish success. It didn batt't spend a lot of time on technical matters mike like psychological techniques or success mikeinbrazil rates. It did not mention that Monica's satisfied, madly all devoted patients left her services more screwed up than when they arrived.
Monica was glad he had mikeinbrazil backed out. It gave her a few moments to relax. She remembered a boyfriend in high school named Damien mike. Best damned mikeinbrazil lover mike batt she brazil'd ever had. She wondered what ever happened to mike him.
"Oh my," she breathed, turning brazil the gleaming device over in her hands. "This is special." There was all an inscription along one mikeinbrazil side. Engraved in elegant mike script, it read, "To Dr mike. Sucksgood, one swell in shrink."
The door burst mike open. "Dr. Sucksgood! Are you all right?" Kerri mike exclaimed. "I heard you mike -- oh my god." The naive receptionist had not expected to see mike her brazil employer, boot-wrapped mikeinbrazil legs spread brazil wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring mike batt herself with a buzzing gold dildo. Her eyes locked on mike Monica's pussy, where the oversexed psychologist was still easing mike the vibrator in mike and out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
Monica waggled a finger at mike her mike. "Come here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted mike around and knelt mike batt between Monica's skin- smooth batt black boots mikeinbrazil. She leaned forward mike, tongue extended, and began to lick tentatively batt. She made a little mewling mike sound deep in all her throat.
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