Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

The high rise building wasn't unlike most of his clients headquarters, or his own, for that matter. The antique looking church reflected in the dark glass of its exterior walls provided an interesting contrast. At some other time in his life the boy he had been might have stopped to admired the contradiction and perhaps even taken a picture, but now the man barely noticed it as he stepped through the wide doors without a second thought.

Tall, lean and elegantly dressed in a dark blue suit and impeccable tie, Ricardo Montoni wasn't an unusual vision in that kind of place, except that he seemed to be going the wrong way. While most people were going home for the evening, he just left the poetic colors of the dusk sky outside and reached a muscled arm for to hold the elevator doors before they closed on him. His dark brown eyes flared as a young man on a grunge outfit - who still dresses like this?! - bumped into him without as much as a quick apology, but he managed to calm himself down before banging the boy's head with hisown top-notch tablet, which was the only thing he was carrying. Quickly he found himself alone inside the metal cage and pressed number 17 on the panel.

As the doors closed he took one last look at his gadget, noting the vast amount of e-mails that had come in on the way from the taxi to the elevator, only his subconscious mind processing his own face reflected on the screen, the short waves of his jet black hair only mildly out of place. Then he checked the time and let his mind wander for a few seconds.

The high flying executive enjoyed elevator rides more than most people he knew. Only it wasn't the childish love for moving up in such a machine, but rather the peace of a rare short moment alone, without having to show off for some prospective client or potential rival. Such moments became less and less common as he rode his way to the top tier of one of the largest business strategy consulting firms in the world.

He hadn't come to be left completely alone though. He actually believed he would have to actively talk a lot, and perhaps on subjects over around he wasn't as comfortable as the old "forces of Porter" or similar business mindframes. It was his first therapy session, something he had long considered and still wasn't sure would pay out. However he might need some assistance and this therapist came highly recommended - by no one he knew, to be sure, for this wasn't the kind of thing one admitted requiring help with in his social circle. But since she charged in measure, he expected to gain at least SOME insight, even if he knew it might take more than a few sessions.

He stepped out without quite noticing and saw a plain young lady leaving the very office he had come to. She was dressed formally, although she had already let her brown hair down. It was she who greeted him. "Oh, you must be mr. Montoni! Welcome, hi!" she looked at the watch on the wall and then "Boy, you sure are serious on being on time, aren't you?! I was just leaving, but please come in and make yourself comfortable - she will be with you in a minute."

Ricardo took her image quickly, without noticing anything that would deserve high praise or critic. Perhaps she was a little too talkative, but that was usually a good thing since his natural self leaned more towards the quiet type in social situations.

She just stood on the door and waited for him to get in past her. She seemed intent on leaving, like her boyfriend might be waiting downstairs, but she was polite. "I trust you didn't have trouble finding it here? May I get you anything? Water? I think there's still some coffee..."

"Thanks, I don't drink coffee", he smiled back.

"Oh, that's new. Most executives that come here are like drunk on coffee, at least the first time. Well, please excuse me. Be seeing you!"

She had turned around and let the door close behind herself before he had the chance to casually replay with "yeah, sure". His highly polished shoes made a soft noise as he walked slowly to the armchair in the waiting room and sat down to do just that. He tapped the tablet to find the last page of the book he'd been reading, and hoped it wouldn't be too long. It was only then that he took the time to look around and take in the room.

The front office was white, but also had randomly placed art around to draw the eyes. The painting themselves were modern expressionists, each one handpicked by Rebecca to elicit certain emotions out of these men. There was a nice desk made out of glass and silver chrome for the secretary, with all she needs around and another door to the back of her which no doubt held supplies and such. By the door that had plaque Rebecca Morse Therapist which was expertly shined, in face the whole place was spotless almost too much so. But by that door, was a small table with coffee and its fixings and it also looks like other treats were sometimes set there also. Ricardo would be sitting in a very nice brown leather arm chair, again picked by Rebecca to give a sense of comfort before they see her.

Rebecca herself was in her office taking her time, doing absolutely nothing. She could hear the noise from behind the doors as Jennifer left and Mr. Montoni arrived exactly on time. If there was one thing she knew about men like this, they hated incompetence. And what more was incompetent then your own therapist being late to your appointment.

Five to ten minutes later her door would finally open, and Ricardo would find a tall woman with an apologetic smile on her face. Rebecca's auburn hair would be placed in a loose knot on top of her head. She would be dressed in a white blouse, which is buttoned down low to show some of her cleavage and a grey skirt which hugged her body and ended right above the knee. On her feet would be a pair of grey heels which complements her outfit. Once in the office he would notice her suit jacket on the back of her chair.

"Mr. Montoni, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. You know how it is, trying to get things done losing track of the time. Please come in, I promise any extra time you are here is free." Rebecca holds out a hand to him to shake, then widens the door to let him in with a laugh at her own joke.

Once inside he will see her office now, which was quite large it held several book cases with reference books. A large cherry wood desk, which held all your normal office supplies and a couple of pictures not facing out for him to see. There were two comfortable chairs in front of her desk, and across the room a couch like the chair out in the front office along with a coffee table and on the other side a chair in which looks like she might sit in. Giving options for comfort, but which she did not offer to him. There was a large floor to ceiling window, which gave a beautiful view over the city. And other various objects around the room, to express comfort. The room itself was set in dark colors, rather than the white of the front office. Also the only light in the room right now, was being give off of several lamps placed around the room giving it a dim feeling.

"Please sit." She would motion to one of the chairs across her desk, as she took her own chair but she doesn't sit up against the desk. Rather she sits back comfortably, taking a pad of paper out and a pen jotting a couple of things down finally she looks up at him again "So what has brought you into see me?"

As the clock ticked Ricardo couldn't quite concentrate on the book. This was a first for him and the prospect of actually doing it got him a little restless. And it didn't help that it seemed like Ms. Morse was in a hurry to be on time... but it didn't take too long - as soon as he flapped close the lid on the leather cover of his tablet, the door opened, and he couldn't disguise his own surprise.

He had to admit to himself that he wasn't expecting this therapist to be an attractive woman, much less that attractive. He quickly got up to greet her, confident that he had skillfully hidden any undue interest. But obviously as his long legs covered the space between them in two strides, he couldn't help but let his eyes absorb her curves. If the assistant's formal wear had only made her look more plain, this woman seemed to turn a formal blouse and skirt into a tool of sensuality. As he reached to shake her hand, his gaze darted briefly down from her eyes to her fingers, quickly noticing the beauty of her hands. "Hi Ms. Morse. Very pleased to finally meet you."

He entered the office and took a moment standing to take in the surroundings, and also to let his eyes adjust slightly. As the woman indicated the chair he sat down quickly, crossing his legs and putting his tablet on the desk. He observed her hands as she wrote, and instantly met her eyes when she stopped. And then the dreaded question. He breathed deeply before trying to answer.

"Well... I've given this a lot of thought and..." he paused looking for words, but his voice sounded confident, as someone used to leadership "... I still find it a little hard to put in words. I mean, it's something that seems to me very broad, and I'm used to dealing with things under a more... objective, rational light." His eyes moved every now and then from the desk, to the window... to the books... once his gaze stopped at her hand for a couple of seconds, but not like the other time, just as if he was staring through them. "I'm a ... reasonably accomplished guy, by the usual terms. But as of lately I've been feeling, I don't know, demotivated? It's almost like something we're used to see in movies, a... lack of meaning. To life." He crossed his legs to the other side, thoughtlessly. His own hands moved as he spoke, although without much coherence. "Perhaps I've just been working too much?" his lips hinted at a subtle smile, to make it clear it had been at least partially a joke.

Something she often did was watch and notices the people she was working with, seemingly when they were not noticing. Some things were natural to them and most people, others little quirks they picked up through life. Some like with this man, were thinks he specifically did to notice something. When he shook her hand her eyes took in and noticed the look he gave down to her own hands that they touched just a couple moments longer then when someone was just making sure their hands touched. And again she notices this when she sat down, her eyes barely rising up as she was writing, again his eyes were on her hands. She wondered what that was about?

Rebecca watched Ricardo as he spoke, he wasn’t much different than most of the men who came in here. Rich, confident, and extremely good looking though he did have a more exotic touch put into it this time. It was the same old story, I’m not fulfilled I’m bored, I want meaning to my life. She has heard it all before, and she knew this would not be the last. So as she listened she doodled on the pad, a cute flower some starts…was this guy going to ever shut up!!

Finally when he did she smiled at his little joke “Don’t we all. Honestly what you are describing to me is very common, especially with men in your line of work and position. You rise up to the top so fast, that you forget everything else until finally one day you look around and go what happened. So now that is why I am here, I am here to help you find out what happened and find that meaning to your life. I will not sit here and force you to do anything, but if this is really what you want I will require you to trust me. Whatever happens in this office is for your betterment.” Her right hand would move up near her neck as she speaks where she has a delicate gold necklace of a little heart charm, and as she speaks her fingers would be playing with it seemingly unconsciously.

“If I can have your agreement to this, then we can start our session today. And of course if anything ever comes up that you object to, or are uncomfortable with please let me know and we can discuss it.” She offers a warm smile, as her hand moves back down to sit on the writing pad.

At first Ricardo felt it somewhat blunt, putting his problem as something common like that, but then he kinda realized that he had had no reason to expect something very different. It was actually very likely a common problem, and even if it wasn't it might be good to think of it like that, to help him realize that it didn't have to be the end of the world. Well, he had no real knowledge of therapy techniques, so he decided not to torture himself too much on it.

His gaze didn't wander as much when the woman spoke as it had when he was describing his reasons to come to her. As a consultant he had got used to looking at people more directly when listening to them, however a trained eye might notice it wasn't a natural habit to him. Especially when there was something around that could be distracting, and in this case there clearly was. As much as Ms. Morse's icy blue eyes were attractive, he couldn't help but glance at the delicately long manicured fingernails playing with the necklace. But at least he avoided being rude and staring at her chest - for now.

"Is there any reason I would not trust you?" His question was genuinely curious, but soon forgotten in more of a joyous mood. "It's not like you could do me any harm, right? Or do you plan to hypnotize me into thinking I'm a dog or something?" he was smiling fully, half in true jest and half in hiding a hint of a feeling of some discomfort. It wasn't his circle of confidence to be in such a situation, with so little knowledge about what was happening and about what could actually be done about it. He was usually paid - very well paid - to find the answers to his clients problems, and he was used to succeeding at that, but those were business, not behavioral problems.

Ricardo put his hands on his lap, fingers interlaced. He was a little anxious about all of it, but did a good job of not showing it - or at least that's what he believed. "Well, I didn't think we could actually start so quickly... but you're the specialist", he said taking a quick look at all the books, scanning one or two titles. "Let's do it." He was leaning back on the chair, but looked aside to the couch as if expecting to be directed there. It was, after all, the one cliche of therapy.

Yes, there goes his eyes again Rebecca thought as her hands played with her necklace. She actually found herself having to struggle from not smirking when she seen this. This would be a very good tool to have though with this guy, she was sick of these men coming in here and bitching. She was going to see what she could actually manage to do with this one, maybe make these sessions a little more fun for her instead.

“I don’t know, is there a reason you wouldn’t trust me? I only say it because people, but men in particular sometimes have issues with trust. Especially when it comes to giving a woman control, do you have issues with giving a woman control?” Most of the time her eyes would look at him, but not a direct uncomfortable look. When she asked her question, her blue eyes looked directly into his as if trying to peer deeper into him.

She chuckles at the comment about the hypnotizing, as her eyes come away from looking at him “True, I cannot do much harm to such a strong man like you. Besides I doubt I could hypnotize you anyways, it is harder to get it to take on the more intelligent ones.” A little smirk lifted on the side of her lip, as she stroked his ego a little bit.

She watched him again, her finger lifting to brush over her lips this time in thought. He was good at hiding the external nervousness, for the untrained eye they wouldn’t have a clue how uncomfortable he was. But little things here and there showed her how much this actually affected him, she smiles as he speaks of starting so quickly. She moves her hand back down to her lap, mirroring him interlaced fingers and all. “We can start anytime you want, you are paying for this after all.”

She nods when he agrees “Ok.” She sees his eyes move to the couch a moment “If you will be more comfortable, we could move over to the couch?”

He didn't reply to her question about control. He hadn't thought of that, but it was true that he wasn't used to giving up control, much less to a woman. But he just held on to her gaze, eye to eye, holding himself with confidence and apparent calm. It was almost like a silent duel. He only spoke again when she complimented him.

"I never truly believed in hypnosis... but thanks for the compliment" his smile was sincere and quite charming. His shoulders relaxed a little then.

He took a silent moment, thinking about it all... about doing this therapy thing at all... until he put his hands on the arms of the chairs and pushed himself up. "Well, let's start then" he said with a discrete sigh and turned around, going for the couch, where he sat and leaned back. He was a bit tense at doing it again, and observed Ms Morse to see if she was coming to sit closer or staying at her desk.

"Where do we begin?"

So far Mr. Montoni was amusing her quite well, his reactions to her control comment were quite satisfactory for her at least. He wanted to give control over to her, yes he did hold her gaze with intensity but the way she seen it was it was a test and she very much doubted she lost. He also made no qualms about it, didn’t speak up or shout or get upset, she suspected her might be just as amused with the idea as she was.

She nods at his comment “Neither did I, but things changed and it has its value.” Her eyes moves down, letting him think he won and that his charm was working on her. A little color added to her cheeks “You are most welcome, and I only speak the truth.” As her eyes brushed back up, she seen it him relaxing with her now.

Rebecca watched as he had gotten up, and moved over to the couch her eyes moving over his well-built body appreciating it. Yes this would be fun... She then quietly gets up as he looks over at her, moving her body towards him her movements slow and a bit sensual as if a lover was making their way to bed. But at the same time they were natural movements, so he might think he was seeing things. With her pad and pen in hand she sits on the chair across from him, crossing her long legs at least one shoe would be seen from his vantage point as her for swings just slightly.

“Well, tell me about yourself, we know what you think is wrong. Let’s start with something easy, tell me about a normal day for you?”

With the way the couch was positioned, Ricardo couldn't help but notice the elegant gait and almost teasing sway of her hips as the therapist walked to the chair across from him. Yet it seemed very natural, making him wonder if she was a dancer or something. And of course, her legs crossing was quite eye catching as well, but he only glimpsed briefly at the movement, trying not to be rude. He crossed his legs as well as his eye quickly swooped to her swinging foot and came back to her face. From a certain distance he found it easier to talk while staring people in the face.

With arms resting on the side cushion, he started "Well, most of my time is spent at work, obviously. From Monday to Friday I work a little less than 12 hours a day, and on most Saturdays I take it lighter, only like 8 to 10 hours." He scanned the bookshelves slowly while he spoke, now actually reading some titles, getting to know the general subjects of each section - children, couples, stress, analysis techniques, medication, phobias, sexual deviations, etc. He read the titles without stopping. "I don't wake up very early, it's usually between 7 and 7:30. It's time enough to eat some quick cereal and grap a cab to this or that client's office..." - he knew it supposedly wasn't the healthiest way to start a day, but time was precious and he had to make good use of it - "... I usually get to read the most important e-mails on the way, so I can jump right into aligning stuff with my team, and then dive into a series of meetings with client executives."

He smiled slightly as he pondered a little about the continuation. "Then it's kind of closing the cycle. I mean, after the meetings, I go back to my team to see what they've achieved and give my input and also feedback from the clients, and then go back to the e-mails. Except that this time I try to really look at everything, sort out the details calmly and reply to what is required. I tend to be very detail oriented at that time." More than once he glanced at the gentle swing of her foot with her legs crossed, but his gaze never stayed there for long. He finally looked up and drew a deep breath before closing. "By then it's usually between 8 and 9 pm, so I don't get much traffic going home... Most days I squeeze some aerobic work before dinner with my wife. Before calling it a night it's usually an episode of this or that series, and some reading in bed."

He looked back at Rebecca, and found her quite attractive in that professional, overlooking position. In the back of his mind there was still some thinking about what she'd said earlier about control. "I think that's the average, should I have gone into more detail somewhere?"

Again the little things she did, to see what he might do she seen his eyes wander though not for to long like a gentleman. She will have to try some things to perhaps change that. Rebecca sits there listening to his normal day, of business, business and well more business. Her eyebrow rises when he mentions a wife, interesting. He would notice her writing down several things on her pad, and as she does this he might notice her foot would swing just a bit more. Perhaps it was a tell for her, something that would give him insight on what she was thinking.

As he finishes she would finish whatever she wrote, she would then uncross her legs and adjust in the chair a little. Her hip would press to the right side, as her torso would move to push against the left side of the chair. Her legs would be pressed together, maybe even rub together slightly as her knees would settle to the left and her feet to the right. Almost as if she was taking a more relaxed posture with him. She would also be leaned forward slightly, and this would give him better access to a bit more down her shirt.

She smiles as he finishes "No, no more detail unless there is something more you want to tell me?" She blinks at him a moment and moves on if he doesn't have anything else "So you are married, you said you have dinner with your wife? Is that the only time you spend together? How are things between the both of you?" She could push the intimate button right now, but she figured it was best to ease into it. A man like this, and he only spends small amounts of time with his wife. There were so many questions there, so many things to learn to use against him.

For a moment his head adjusted slightly to the side, unconsciously looking for a better view into the blouse she seemed to display so casually. This time his gaze might have lingered just a little longer than would be polite, but at this distance she wouldn't be able to tell exactly what he was looking at, would she? He had almost started to pick up some cues with her foot swinging - does it mean something when she picks up the pace? - but that was lost as those attractive legs uncrossed, a movement he made an effort not to follow with his eyes.

If her posture had just become more relaxed, his on the other hand quickly started showing some tension after the new question. His shoulders mostly gave it away, but also he crossed his legs in a more protective way, his left shin horizontal over the right knee. The fingers on his right hand pressed into the couch, knuckles tightening. Ricardo knew he showed his discomfort at the subject and punished himself mentally for it.

It took him a moment to reply, carefully considering how to thread on the topic. His left hand unconsciously caressed an imaginary beard on his clean shaven face as he started. "We're fine, fine. I have a good marriage, we almost never fight." He actually believed what he was saying, considering he saw so much conflict on some of his friends' relationships. "And we tend to spend more time together on the weekend." Ricardo had obviously caught Rebecca's notion that he didn't spend enought time with his wife, and he sounded defensive. "It's just that my job is quite time consuming during the week, so... that's the time we have on most days, dinner, a little TV... on the weekend we usually go together to some event with friends, or the cinema. Stuff like that, you know. So, yeah, we have to enjoy whatever time we can, right?"

Rebecca noted each and every look he gave her now, she wasn’t writing anymore but she didn’t need to. The pen was being played with between two of her fingers, as she put her full attention on everything he said. Nodding sympathetically to each and every word he said, pretending to feel for his plea of hard work and that is what mattered and he truly thinks he spends time with his wife enough.

But even he know everything he said was bullshit, he knew he was not spending the time he needs with his wife. There was certainly unhappiness there, if it was her or him or both she would have to find out. But his actions spelled out enough for her, to know what he said was crap and he didn’t believe it himself. She wondered if a new tactic was in order…

She stands up from her chair, and walks over sitting beside him to his right. She picks up the hand with the knuckles tightening setting it into her left hand, and the fingers of her right hand brushed over the back of his hand softly trying to relax him. It could backfire on her she knew, but it could also help. “This doesn’t look like fine, and you talking about your marriage like a car or a bottle of wine does not either. And especially with you asking me if spending the time you two have together is ok? It tells me you are hiding something.”
Her fingers trace circles over the back of his hand, if he looks at her chest he would notice she was taking calm breaths soft and slow. Her voice would be soothing also “I need you to open up to me, and be honest with me. Otherwise I cannot help, and sometimes that means being honest with yourself also. Would you like to try again?”

If ignoring Rebecca's hand while she was playing with the pen had been hard enough for Ricardo, her feminine touch on his skin gave him a sort of a jolt at first. The way her fingernails lightly scratched over his hand made the hair on his arm stand up - luckily his shirts sleeves weren't rolled up, or this might have been weird.

He found it strange at first, as he hadn't expected his therapist to be touching him. He tried to ponder on the situation and on her words at the same time, and it obviously got him nowhere. He just sighed and looked to the other side to make time for an answer. Then he looked back at her, his gaze down at her chest. At least initially, it wasn't because he wanted to stare at her invitingly undone buttons, but more because the subject was somehow tolling on his mind.

"Well, I'm not... not trying to hide anything, at least..." he pried his eyes from her breasts and looked at her face "... but yes, I suppose there is more to it. Or there should be. I don't know exactly how to... what to tell you about it all." His eyes really looked a little lost. He stared down again at her hand tracing circles over his and adjusted his hip slightly on the couch without pulling away. "Sure it's not... an ideal situation, but. Well, we do what we can." His mouth twitched, and legs pressed briefly against each other.

Rebecca’s eyes looked at him with such pity and understanding as Ricardo spoke, like she was hanging onto every word he said. Deep down she was watching every move, every twitch go through him. The part that he loved was he was slightly unsure yes, but not enough to pull away from her. If she played her cards right he would be eating out of her hand in no time. “Again the way you describe your relationship with your wife, well if my husband said anything like that I would feel deeply hurt.”

Her hands would continue to move on his, her index finger would move lightly tracing down each of his fingers on the hand she was holding “Is it intimacy issues? Do you not satisfy her? Does she not satisfy you? Or do you not get intimate at all? Would the satisfaction you don’t have in your life, be because of basic desires?”

She adjusts in her seat leaning a slight bit closer to him, not enough to intrude but enough he would notice. She would carefully cross her legs moving her right leg over her left, in this motion the tip of her shoe would ‘accidently’ brush lightly against his pant leg closest to her. Again anything she is doing right now might be unusual, but it would look very caring and attentive.

Two sensations shot inside Ricardo at the same time. On one side, the tingling feeling at his hand, from the light teasing touch of that gentle feminine fingernail. It kept every hair on his arm erect, and he had no doubt that it might make something else erect as well. But on the other side, he also felt very uncomfortable at the topics she raised. He had never thought of all this as an intimacy issue, and he hadn't expected to have to talk about this. She had caught him off guard, and to put quite frankly, he didn't exactly believe the subjects might be related.

His eyebrows frowned "I ... hmmm... I never thought it might be an intimacy issue." The discomfort from the subject made him pull away slightly from her, although his eyes did steal a glance at the approaching cleavage with its buttons open, his mind quickly considering what size her breast might be before his glance went down to the leg that had brushed against him. "I... I'm not... I can't say we don't satisfy each other - I mean that's a little strong, isn't it?" He didn't remember ever being so uncomfortable discussing basic desiresp with a woman - much less such an attractive one, and for some reason, Rebecca seemed to have become more attractive since the session had started. "Actually I'm not really convinced that this might be the reason... no... I don't know."

He had been looking at her leg and foot while saying this, and in spite of the clear discomfort he felt, it was only then that he pulled his hand from her touch. He looked at the other side thinking, trying to understand. "And we do have sex, and it is great, by the way." He didn't lie, sex with his wife was delicious. But he knew it lacked something, even though she had a nice body and they shared wonderful orgasms together, he knew that there was something missing. And it wasn't just the frequency - of course they didn't make it as frequently as when they were just boyfriend and girlfriend, but the therapist surely knew that, right?

Rebecca watched as everything unfolded and she was quite amused by it, watching Ricardo get nervous couldn’t have been more fun for her. But she did note that it wasn’t at the touches from her hands, or the brush of her foot. That didn’t seem to bother him right away, it was more what she asked him that bothered him. She did believe Ricardo and his wife had good sex, plenty of couples do but that doesn’t stop them from wanting more.

She was amused also that even in his uncomfortable state he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, this was just one way she could dress to entice she would have to work on another way for their next session. “Well I do have to ask the question no matter how uncomfortable they are. Does this make you uncomfortable talking to me about sex?” She took an extra-long breath as she notice him looking at her chest, her foot again giving a little swing brushing at his pant leg a little more this time.

She was surprises when he finally pulled away from her, perhaps they had reached the brink of what they could get through today. But she needed to put some food for thought into his head she thought “If you say so, I believe you. Again I just have to ask the uncomfortable questions. Like do the two of you talk about your desires no matter how different they might be? If so how do each of you respond to that? And I have to wonder if there is anything you either might not have mentioned to her, or she flat out said no to you? Hmmm…”

She then looks at the delicate watch on her wrist “Well look at the time, I am sorry but that is all for this evening. I have learned some things about you, and I think we are off to a very good start. If you want to come back, shall we say same time next week? And if so, I want you to think on those last questions and I would very much be interested to hear your answers.” She moves to get up untangling her legs as she did, though she didn’t quite make it and almost feel over. Which brought her hand on his shoulder to stop herself, and her chest much closer to his face “Oh, excuse me.”

His eyes soon came back to the therapist as her foot kept brushing against him, almost as if it were on purpose. But it couldn't be, right? Then of course his gaze was drawn up when she took that deep breath, those open buttons on her blouse becoming more and more enticing by the moment... Ricardo suspected that some of it might be calculated, but he couldn't quite believe it. He also noticed that this time he clearly ogled her definitely longer than would be polite.

He was quite distracted by her gestures that he wasn't sure he understood the last few questions. Rebecca was almost bluntly suggesting something, but he couldn't quite make out what, though he didn't know if he really couldn't or he had just become distracted by her. So much so that a part of him was actually glad when she announced that time was up. Partly because he would have some time to ponder more carefully if he was doing the right thing coming to this woman, but partly also because he needed to set it straight in his mind whether he could keep his cool around her beauty. Perhaps I might have to wank off once before coming...

With that thought in mind he observed idly her next movements, desiring her skirt to ride up her thighs as he gazed at the sexy movement of her legs uncrossing. He wasn't yet ready to put another thought in his brain when he suddenly found that enchanting blouse practically on his face and her sexy hand posed on his shoulder. She was light, but in a way he felt held down by her there. And those breasts looked so ready to burst another button open on that blouse... Instinctively his own hands had shot forward to hold the therapist, grabbing at the side of her hips, but his eyes were immediately glued to her chest, lustily looking for a way to look further down her blouse.

It took Ricardo a moment to answer "Oh, no... I... no problem... ah..." and then he felt quite awkward, realizing he hadn't looked up at her face yet. He finally forced himself to it and lightly pushed her back on her feet, to quickly get up himself. A tingle had started between his legs and he knew that his cock was starting to grow. "Yeah, I... I'll come next week, sure." No, he wasn't sure and he was probably not fooling anyone. But it would give him time to think over it, and then he could always cancel if he changed his mind. "It was a pleasure" - the word felt so loaded on his tongue - "meeting you, Ms. Morse." He reached out to shake her hand, almost unconsciously admiring her fingernails once more before grabbing his tablet and walking out.

He might have a lot to think over the next 7 days...

Rebecca watched every movement Ricardo made, taking her in each and every slight blush or the opening of her shirt. She could see it now, he wanted her and the only other thing that could prove it to her is if he had on tighter pants. No matter how much she might like to right now, she would not reach out and feel him yet. She did want him to come back for more, so she would take it slow on him. And she couldn’t help but enjoy his strong hands on her hip, yes this would be most satisfying in the end.

She straightened up as he helped her noticing his eyes yet again on her chest, and his eyes literally forced to look at her face. She gave him a break and moved out of the way to let him up, he was nervous now and unsure and she liked that. She holds out her hand to his making sure to display her nails again to him, he was certainly the first person to pay so much attention to them. “And it was a pleasure…” Hers rolled off her tongue quite seductively “Meeting you Mr. Montoni, I am glad you have given me this chance to try and help you.” Her other hand came over the top of his caressing it a moment before she let it go, and he left. She then stayed a little longer to make notes, and start figuring out the next appointment.

~2nd Session~

A week later at the same Rebecca waited for Ricardo to come, though this time when he came into the office as her assistant left he would notice her door open and the figure of her laid out on the couch he had sat on before with an arm over her eyes as if asleep. Her hair this time was loose around her shoulders, and her nails would be covered this time in a black nail polish. He would notice it wasn’t professionally done, and it would have looked as if she put it into her nails herself and not very well.

She would be wearing a longer skirt that went passed her knees this time, but had a slit up one side and how she had been laying the top of the slit showed a hint of the lace at the top of her stalking which may or may not be attached to a garter belt. And her feet would be on a simple flat type shoe. Her shirt would be plain white nothing special, and the buttons that had been undone before were now done up. Though with the material being so thin, an outline of a black bra could be seen even in the dim lighting in her office.

Was she giving him a false sense of security this time? Perhaps she wasn’t as startling and enticing as he first thought?

Most of the time during the following 7 days Ricardo stayed focused on his job. More than once, however, his mind wandered back to the happenings of his first session with Ms. Morse, her behavior and her questions. Twice he thought of picking up the phone and calling her to cancel the next visit, but he never actually did it. Instead, he found himself at the building entrance once again the next week, albeit with less resolve than the first time. He closed the jacket of his dark grey suit and adjusted the deep blue tie on his collar, looking sharp as ever at least on the outside.

He saw the open door and quietly stepped into the office, his classy shoes making no sound on the carpet, and stopped at the entrance. For a brief instant he thought the woman on the couch was not the same he'd met on his first session - specially her hands didn't seem so enticing. He noticed the generous volume under the white shirt, but this time it was so covered up... perhaps his memory was playing tricks on him, and that last session hadn't been exactly as he recalled. Sure that slit along the skirt could be very seductive, but she didn't seem to exude sexuality as when she had said goodbye to him and practically laced the word "pleasure" with honey on her tongue. OK, perhaps my imagination did pump it up a little bit. Good. That's good.

It took Ricardo a mere couple of seconds to ponder that and then his knuckles tapped lightly on the wooden door while he softly cleared his throat "Hrmm... hi... Ms. Morse? Is this a... bad time?" He was genuinely concerned - you don't usually expect to come into a doctor's office and find the one attending you lying down on the couch and shielding their eyes from the light...

He marched the few steps towards the couch and extended his hand professionally, waiting for the woman to stand up.

Rebecca startled removing her arm from her face when she heard Ricardo at the door, she sits up and pulls her hair back and over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just taking a power nap and Anna was supposed to wake me before she left. I guess she forgot.” She stands up straightening herself out, she looked professional but subdued compared to last time possibly even acting like a completely different person. Her makeup was very light, practically non-existent.

She moves around the coffee table and extends her hand with the horrid black nail polish on them “Again I apologize, I hope you were not waiting too long. Let me just grab me things from my desk, and we will get started. Did you want to sit on the couch again, or would you like to sit at the desk. Whichever you are most comfortable with.” She then moves over to her desk, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen. And she also grabs a pair of glasses off her desk, they were nothing special black frames which when she put them on looked good but defiantly changed her from the seductive woman from the meeting before.

“Now did you get a chance to think over my questions?”

Ricardo clearly didn't stare as much as last time. The woman was clearly very fit under her garments, however she now seemed to lack something and actually that made some kind of click inside his head when he thought about the questions that had been left open. He had of course pondered them over and over, but it had actually taken some time for him to come to terms with them and agree these questions were actually relevant. And then he couldn't understand why asking them, since the questions seemed quite obvious. Only perhaps they were not what he had thought at first...

He took to the couch without hesitating and sat down with the renewed natural confidence of a true born "alpha male" who knows his game. His arms were open wide over the back rest, and his legs crossed squarely as if he was at the club drinking whisky with a bunch of old men. His tablet lay by his side. He didn't wait for Rebecca to sit, wherever she would chose to.

"I did, as a matter of fact. I must say I'm not entirely convinced that it's really relevant but... yeah, I did." He took a few seconds thinking, searching for how to phrase the sudden realization that had been creeping into his mind by comparing Rebecca with the image he had of her from memory. "Do we really...? Well, it's silly... of course we talk about our desires, communication is key to any relationship, right? I've just now been thinking... how it may be hard to put some of those... desires... into words, you know? Or perhaps there are things we might enjoy but we don't even know them, so..."

It was as she expected placing herself as a more mousy none threatening guise it made him a completely different man. Part of her had to wonder what kind of woman his wife was, was she mousy or fiery. She had to watch herself and her amusement not to let it show, watching him sit on the couch this time playing the confident male taking control of the situation when she ‘clearly’ didn’t have any. He wondered if he had any control in his relationship, or if he just didn’t what his wife said. Many questions she needed to ask, she wondered what kinds of answers she would get today.

She took her time coming over to sit down across from him, making an act that she lost something by her desk. Finally she comes over paper and pad in hand and trips slightly sending the pen across the floor by the chair, she will move and direct her back towards him as she bends over for the pen her skirt covered ass in plain view for him to see. Excusing herself she finally sits daintily down crossing her legs. And she writes as he starts talking nodding at his words, acting like they were the most important words in the world.

She then sits moment thinking, tapping her pen on the paper “So let me see if I am understanding you correctly, you do talk about desires but the desires you want are hard to talk about? In some way you must know what you would like right? You cannot express that to her in some way? Or is it are you scared to? I would find it that a man such as yourself, who knows what he wants and takes it in the end would not be able to express a desire to his own wife. Or is it that, might it be the opposite that you wish not to have control? If that is the case I can see why you would be scared, to have all that control in you and then to give it away even to someone you love. Very frightening that would be.”

She moves the pen to her lips a moment, tapping on them “I wonder if you know how easy it is, to make you lose control?” Her eyes looked into his, and he would see there was a hint of that woman from last week in them.

He sat there and pondered her words as he listened, looking at several spots - her crossed legs and how he wished that slitted skirt would ride up (the view of her ass just before had not been bad at all...), but also at some books, or at the armrest on the couch he'd been sitting, and then back at her face, her mouth as she spoke, his gaze never staying for long in any single place.

Duh! I'm obviously NOT afraid of my own desires, that was the leading line in his mind. But wasn't he? Did he even actually know exactly what they were? Ricardo was such an expert in so many business subjects, but he didn't actually know as much as he'd like to - not even as much as he thought he did - about the human mind, not even his own. Confidence however came naturally to him, therefore this doubtful truth never crept into his train of thought.

Her last remark completely broke any remnant of his concentration and he fixed her eyes with his for a brief moment. There was a clear effort to maintain the semblance of confidence, almost as a challenge, and it was actually a very good impression for most people. A very attentive observer, however, would notice that in less than a second his eyes started wavering in really tiny movements around her face as if trying to absorb a larger area of view and take in their surroundings, as if preparing for something, even if he maintained a general appearance of strength and prowess, his wide shoulders spread out maximizing his apparent size in an intuitive demonstration. Ricardo didn't consciously know it, but just by saying it would be easy to make him lose control Rebecca did it, in a way.

"Well, I do tend to be a very self-controlled man, naturally" he let out matter-of-factly with a very slight smirk, his eyes once again firmly locked onto hers - what IS that look in her eyes...? "I think it's just that some things are hard to... communicate with words." The attempt to steer the conversation away from the control subject was so lame it was actually good that he had done it unconsciously, otherwise he might blush.

Rebecca noticed something very specific with his eyes, if there wasn’t something to draw them to her he seemed to get bored. His gaze bounced around the room, over her to anything he could look at. This was all very interesting she thought with a smirk, and wrote something more down on the note pad.

She could tell she got him thinking though, it wasn’t a change like before but something she said got into his head and was borrowing its way through. Though the confident ‘alpha male’ sat on the outside, inside it was crumbling quite quickly. And in this she knew she had control, even with her plain look just the littlest thing like eye contact and a hold of confidence and power that he didn’t seem to have and she could break him down.

With a smile she listened to him, and for a man so in control he didn’t even seem to try to make his words sound different. As he reiterated the same words to her once again, did what he desire really make him so nervous? Or was it her? She believes she hit the nail on the head with him, she thinks a moment then gets up. Thinking perhaps it was time for an experiment. She puts the pad and pen down on the table, and moves over to his side right in front of Ricardo and sits her bottom on the coffee table. She sat lower to him so she would look up at him, giving him still a sense of power.

“Let’s try something a little different here then, seeing I seem to get the same answer from you. Perhaps it would be more comfortable if you pretended to be speaking to your wife instead, so let’s try a sort of role play. I will be your wife, and you can tell her anything without judgment on consequence. Whatever is said in here will stay only in here, as you can see I am not even writing it down.” Before he can even speak her hands move to his legs, to settle on his thighs, her thumbs rubbing lightly over the material on his pants. “My dear, what can I do for you to make you happy? What haven’t I done that would please you right now?” Her hands would slide up and down his thighs softly.

Ricardo felt weird with the suggestion of pretending that the therapist was his wife. For a start he had never been prone to theatre...

He considered the idea for a while in silence, feeling Rebecca's touch on his leg through his pants. He watched her hands as he pondered, and he could notice that she did have pretty hands that looked naturally sexy, even though her nail polish had been so careless this time. Between the touch and the view, he did few a tingle between his legs, and tried to avert his eyes elsewhere, feeling a little lucky that this time her breasts were completely closed to view even if that hint of the black bra through the sheer tissue of her blouse was more than a little enticing.

He finally cleared his throat before starting, slowly. "Well, hon... I... you do please me a lot, you must know that... right? So, ahh..." he looked at her face with a smile, then back at her hands "you... you know how I like your touch, right? How I... like your hands and..."

Once more he looked at the therapist as he swallowed for time, but this time actually checking out her figure as best he could beneath her garments... he noticed the generous curve of her breasts and how her legs seemed quite toned... "And well, you have a very nice figure, I ... I like it when you use it... to your..." he would say 'to your advantage' but that didn't feel right saying to his wife, so instead he went with "to arouse me..."

Ricardo felt stupid, knowing he wasn't really saying much, saying nothing specific and feeling very unable to pretend that this was in fact his wife. "I... I don't know, perhaps you... if you were..."

After a pause he let out a sigh and pushed himself up. "Oh, it's pointless, sorry. I'm not really good at this pretending game." He was careful to turn his back to Rebecca. He had clearly felt his cock slowly growing inside his pants and he felt like turning away before it showed through his pants. He took a step towards the desk intent on cooling it down a little before resuming his place.