Jenna Fischer's Therapist (RoleplayMaster x Celebstars)

Henry Allen stared at the clock, watching as it went to 5:00pm. He was the therapist ready to work with the woman named 'Jenna Fischer', a beautiful MILF actress known for her work in The Office among other projects. He hadn't heard much from her recently in terms of her filmography, but nevertheless was still a fan. Hearing a knock on the door, the man smiled and called her inside.

"Mrs. Fischer." he greeted her happily, standing and offering her a hand to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you at last." he said, finding just how amazing she looked in person. "Lay down on the couch in front of me and let's get started." He smiled, gesturing to the stereotypical therapist couch.

"Now, let me know what is going on in your life. What do you need me to help you with?" The man asked. He had been previously briefed on what the issues were, but liked having the patient recite it so they both knew what they needed to focus on.

The wooden door had a name on it. She had found the correct location in the building and knocked gently with her hand. Her voice abruptly tried to speak, "H...." clearing her throat, "Hi, It's Jenna" talking to the door before she heard the man call her in. Turning the knob, the actress revealed herself in person and closed the door behind her to give them both some privacy.

Looking around, the room was nice, stylish and had an office type feel to it. Money wasn't a problem for her, but instead of going to where most celebs would, Jenna decided a health service more obscure would be better. She didn't want it leaked that she was having therapy. "Hello, nice to meet you" shaking his hand with a smile and gently weak grip she gazed to where he gestured. The plush white sofa was vibrant and looked comfortable.

Going to lay down, she ran her hands down the back of her skirt to stop it from creasing and sat her firm bottom on the furniture. Resting back, her hands went to her lap and her feet hung just about off the floor.

"What is going on with my life....straight to the point huh..." Crossing one leg over the other, the black pantyhose looked sexy on her. "I've just come from a meeting with my husband, he likes to use my fame to help smooth over deals. Apart from that, our relationship and marriage isn't going to well." Looking down at her thumbs, she ran them around each other before continuing. "Work has dried up, I am no longer wanted. Well I am...just not for the parts I want. I'm offered cameos mostly now." Scratching at her scalp, she brushed some hair behind her ear and looked to the therapist. "I assume you know who I am. If not, that kinda makes me sound big headed" Jenna chuckled to herself.

Staying silent and allowing Jenna to speak her mind, Henry took the seat near the plush couch, sitting slightly behind her as she spoke. From her relaxed stance, he could look down her top, though the very small gap meant the view was dark and not very good. Ignoring that for now, he listened to her issues: marriage, not getting proper work.. simple enough.

"Yes, I know who you are, Mrs. Fischer. I do admit that I am a fan of yours, so it is troubling to see you like this. I promise too that our sessions will be private for the public, which I am sure you'll appreciate." He began, considering his response.

"So your issues are with your relationship with your husband, and the way the world sees you in terms of your career. The first issue may be a little difficult to assess without your husband, and I am no marriage counseling expert. We can still tackle that issue eventually, but lets first look at your career." he suggested, deciding to start with a topic that he would be more comfortable starting with, and that Jenna likely would be more comfortable talking about.

"So, you have had a pretty impressive filmography, which you believe to be drying up nowadays. Could you tell me, in your own opinion, why that is happening? Is it some fault of yours, or on Hollywood?" He asked. An issue with her he could help with, but Hollywood would be a lot tougher.

With the way he was seated, sometimes Jenna turned her head to the left to view him, but most of the time she looked straight on which was in the corner of the ceiling at the opposite side. "Definitely Hollywood, they just spit you up and throw you away when they want." Her hands clutched in to fists before her fingers opened up as she spoke, signalling a throwing motion of some sort.

It all has to do with age, beauty, sexiness. I know I am in my forties now, so roles will be more restricted. Playing a mother, neighbour, teacher, whatever. But I think because I have lived a quiet life, stayed away from scandals and controversies I go unnoticed. One director a few months back told me I should get some work done. I was told that other women my age had much younger looking skin and tighter bodies. Jennifer Anniston got the part. Hopefully that movie is a failure." Chuckling to herself, she sighed deeply with a huff and looked onward.

"I just love to act, maybe I should do more television work, but it is more long term, much stricter. I wouldn't want to be away from my kids. Not that my husband would watch them anyway."

Nodding along with what she said, a lot of it made sense. Audiences loved to look at attractive women, and usually age and beauty were entwined. Yet with Jenna, she had no work done and looked sexier than some women half her age. The fact that she and the rest of Hollywood believed she was not sexy sucked greatly, but it was something he felt he could help with.

"Okay Jenna, I have an exercise for you to do." He smiled, gesturing for her to follow him to a nearby cupboard. Opening the door, a large full body mirror was attached, displaying Jenna's attractive form. Placing his hands gently on her shoulders, Henry placed her in front of the mirror with him behind her. "Now Jenna," he began, releasing her, yet still standing behind her. "I want you to take your hands and place them somewhere on your body that you're not happy with. Could be your face, your hips, your chest... Anything like that. Touch that part of your body, and state your problem out loud. Then state why that is something good." He suggested. "An example of this, is some younger women dislike having large hips, so I suggest it is good as it helps for bearing children. Not only that, but some men find wide hips very attractive."

"I want you to do this exercise and find three problem areas and state the positives instead. Every appointment we have, do this three times. On your own, do this once a night."

Popping up from her ass on to her feet, her heels clapped against the dark wooden flooring. Attending the space vacant at a shelving unit which had books on it, the man opened up a cupboard, the only one there. Seeing her reflection and him standing behind her, Jenna felt a little caught on the spot with this exercise he was making her do.

Looking dead ahead, her eyes stared at her own face. "My lips, I don't wear any lipstick on them, I think they are to thin and unattractive." An index finger was pressed against her upper lip. Her hands then lowered, "Breasts." Cupping each in her palms, the mother looked at Henry in the reflection. "Not exactly firm anymore. But I suppose some would like that I am a mother and that is the reason for it?"

"I'm not really sure about anything else, I have always found the natural look my most comfortable. Would it be to forward of you to ask what you think?" Flicking her hair over her shoulder, her perfume and scent would have drifted towards him.

Smiling at her as she asked him on his opinion, he approached and stood close behind her. "This exercise only works with the hands, as it helps bring a more personal touch to your thought processes. So it may feel a little uncomfortable as I help you." He warned, his body inches away from hers.

Grasping her hands gently, he moved them back to her face, the tips of her fingers along her bottom lip. His arms wrapped around her body gently as he held the back of her hands. "Now, you mentioned the bad things about yourself, not complimenting them either. So your lips, you may think are thin, but that helps expose your smile a little better. And lipstick can easily conceal your lips if you think they don't look nice, so it is an easy fix." he commented, before letting her hands fall to her chest. Both pairs of hands cupped her breasts, his fingers occasionally brushing her boobs by 'accident'.

"As for your breasts, for your age especially, they seem fairly firm. And firm does not always mean attractive. As a whole, I believe you are very attractive, though it is not my thoughts that count, is it?" he asked with a small smirk. Intoxicated by her incredible scent, he slowly stepped away, letting her hands drop to her sides. "Also when you do this at home, I want you to be naked. Allow yourself to view every nook and cranny of yourself, and find out what makes you so beautiful. Eventually, I want you to be comfortable enough to do this exercise naked in my office, so I can observe." He told her, feeling himself grow aroused as he imagined her giving him a blowjob with her 'thin' lips.

"Now, come back to the couch." He instructed, taking his seat and watching her do the same. "You stated a big issue is Hollywood. What is your husband's outlook on your career, other than his personal gain?"

Her expression looked uneasy but not uncomfortable. Through no action of her own, each wrist was lifted up by the man's grasp. Watching him in the mirror, her finger traced her bottom lip. A weak smile fell upon her mouth and Jenna couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Then the pairs of hands lowered to her breasts, cupping them. "Ok...you are cupping my breasts with my own hands..." she raised her eyebrows.

When adding that his thoughts didn't count, Jenna was made to think of herself. "Its what I think" answering, although there wasn't a need to. Continuing on once her hands were left to her sides, her eyes looked up at his in the reflection. "Naked in your office? No no..I wouldn't feel comfortable about that."

Little did the mother and wife realize that after she spoke, her therapist was fantasizing about her sucking him off.

Back on the couch, laying down, Jenna thought about her husband. "He is proud of me. His personality has changed over the years. He is less romantic, less sexual. More interested in his new business that he set up a while ago. I seem to pull in investors. How a photo with me manages to convince them to give him money I don't know. But as for my career, I think he realizes that famous people are just the same a normal folks at home."

Smiling a little, he listened to her marital issues. Her lack of a romantic and sexual partner may make this conquest of an older woman a little easier than expected, but he would have to wait and see for how she reacted to his advances. "You said he has become a less sexual partner. What is your response to that? Do you just take the sex whenever you can get it, or do you resort to masturbation?" He questioned, the topic not as taboo as society made it out to be.

Thinking to himself at how he could proceed, his eyes made their way to her clothing choice, and an idea struck him. "Clothing can be very important in the world of Hollywood, I have noticed. Big name labels, for example, demonstrate wealth. But one unconscious personality aspect I notice is the amount of skin someone shows. The more skin someone shows, the more open and confident they appear. Is your wardrobe full of clothes similar to what you're wearing now?" He questioned, as if her answer would strongly help or hinder their progress.

"My response is he must be bored, or find me unattractive now. It isn't as if he doesn't have time. Maybe I am just asking to much of him." Lowering her gaze, her body language gave off a signal that she wasn't as confident as she may have appeared and that it was her own fault. There is no sex when I can get it, my husband and I haven't had sex in over a year now."

The next bit wasn't easy, but she admitted to it. "Sometimes....I may masturbate, when the kids are asleep and I'm in bed.."

The topic seemed to change now, which was welcoming. Although it wasn't certain for how long. "Well this outfit is revealing really, shows my arms and legs. I know I'm wearing pantyhose. "I have summer dresses which showoff my shoulders and arms. I like to think I am open, I mean I am here after all, open enough to receive help. Unless you meant something different?"

Listening to her issues, the idea of Jenna not getting sex in a year surprised him. If he were her husband, he would be fucking her every moment of every day that they had free. Just the idea of fucking the woman in front of him got his cock hard, poking against his pants. Thankfully her position allowed for him to adjust it into a more subtle position without her noticing.

"Masturbation is not something to be ashamed of. In fact, I want you to try and masturbate at least once a day. If you don't think you'll ever have free time, try doing it when you're in the shower." He suggested.

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He then fell into a slight daydream as she spoke taking his cock out of his pants. "You don't need to complain about your lips, they are beautiful. They would look even better around my cock." He suggested softly, watching her on the couch as he waved his cock from side to side.. Instead of the dress she had once worn in his office, the woman now was dressed in the lingerie she used in Blades of Glory. It was glorious.

As her rear was exposed, a hand moved to cup the ass cheeks, enjoying the soft feeling of her skin. Her head began to bob up and down his cock slowly, while slaps began to hit. They provided a pleasurable sting to her ass while her saliva ran down the shaft of his cock. At the comment of her not touching one for so long, he nodded. "As long as you have appointments with me, you'll get a nice supply of cock." He promised. Groaning softly, he placed a hand over her head as he grew closer and closer to cumming. Finally, with his cock buried down her throat, he began to cum.

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Seemingly waking from his daydream, he found himself with a wet cock, seemingly having just had a wet dream in the middle of his appointment with Jenna. Thankfully it left no visible markings, but it didn't feel very nice. Thankfully, he caught the last part of her reply, realising she was still talking about her outfit.

"What I would suggest is that you wear things that reveal a little more. Some cleavage, your stomach..." he listed off. "I'm not an expert in women's clothing, but that's the sort of stuff I'm talking about. The sort of areas that are a bit risky to reveal, but you have to own it. Have to exude confidence as she strut your stuff."

While jerking him off, yelps left her lips as he smacked at her cheeks, the clothing doing nothing to prevent that awful but exciting sting. Finally, her mouth was back on his dick with her head bobbing up and down. Running her right hand through her hair to keep her face clear, her left one was still jerking him off at the base. Feeling his palm on the back of her head, she took in a little more and heard him groan while he fired his seed down her throat. When he pulled out, cum trailed off her bottom lip, making her look like the slut she was.

"More revealing? I understand the logic behind it, to give myself more confidence. I am happy with the way I look, it is Hollywood that isn't really. The things I pointed out are just things that any girl would about their own body. I dunno, I can try, maybe it will make me feel better, or sexier, who knows.."

Looking to him, she smiled weakly, unaware he just had a full on fantasy with her sucking his cock. "Are you ok? Im not boring you am I? That is another thing....I do thing I am boring...."

"I understand, but I don't specialise in forcing other businesses to see what is already there. But a stronger personality, which can be helped with a change in clothing and growing confidence that way, will make you a more dominant actress and one that directors would be grovelling on their knees to get in their films and shows." He promised.

Laughing and shaking his head, he stood and moved to his desk to sit behind it. It was nearing the end of their appointment and he needed to get cleaned up. Just in case there was some sort of evidence for his fantasy, he wanted to hide the lower half of his body. "Trust me, your appointments might be my most interesting due to your career. And even without the idea of you being a celebrity, you are far from boring. One of my clients is is a telemarketer with a fear of spiders." he assured her. "With your issue of feeling boring, I would suggest joining social media. Once a day, post a picture or video of yourself, as well as write a status. Get invested with your fans so you know how interesting you really are."

"Now, I believe that brings our appointment to a close. If you have any issues before our next appointment, my door is always open and my phone is always available." He promised, standing up and offering her a hand to shake.

After leaving his office last time, Jenna felt a little bit better and more comfortable with the man. During the session she did have some concerns about his methods, but she left him after making another appointment, which was today.

Looking around his office, she was shown in his the man's assistant. A geeky looking female who took her job very seriously. "Don't touch anything, I don't want to get fired for leaving you in here" Smiling at the younger girl, Jenna nodded. "Hands are under my legs, won't touch a thing." Being left alone, she waited for Henry.

Wearing a navy blue top and a black skirt that fell above her knees, she opted out of wearing pantyhose. That cure face was covered in some makeup and she looked different. When he finally entered his office, Jenna stood up, her large hooped earrings shaking from her lobes by her hair.

Smiling at his assistant, he was told Jenna was waiting for him, so he entered his office. Greeting Jenna with a grin, a hand was offered for her to shake. "Good to see you again Jenna." He greeted her, gesturing for toward the couch. "How have you been since we last spoke?" he asked, still standing while she got comfortable. Moving around the office, he put his things away and then returned. "Get comfortable." He told her, walking to her feet and removing her shoes. They were heels, so he knew they would be a little painful to keep on.

"You look a lot more confident than you did last time. I noticed the lower neckline too, thank you for taking my advice." he commented, writing a few notes as he sat. "Now, how have you been?" He asked again. While the first time seemed more casual, as if it were two friends, the second time the question was asked seemed more business-like.

Shaking his hand, she seemed pleased and happy. Taking the seat he offered, she laid back and then looked surprised as he took off her heels. "Ummm...thank you?" Tilting her head, she lowered a hand to rub her heel which had a bandaid on it. "I am more confident, oh, thank you" Looking down at her top, she tried to pull at it to make sure she wasn't revealing more than she should.

"I have been good, I started using social media, I was surprised to get over four hundred thousand followers already, it showed me that I do have a fan base out there. People have welcomed me. Secondly, not meant to say, but I know this is all confidential. I got a role in a movie, I wore an outfit similar to this, basically showed off that I am still sexy, that I still got it you know?"

"On a more...down note, even dressed in something casual but revealing like this, my husband doesn't take any notice."

The man was genuinely smiling, happy for how well everything was going for her. "Congratulations on the movie role. You definitely deserve it. My methods may seem... odd at times, but you've experienced first hand the results it can bring." He told her, hoping that would help her realise how much help he has been and will be.

He looked a little disappointed at the mention that her husband took no notice. "That's a shame, and a surprise. You look really good." He complimented her casually. "Have you ever tried to ambush him somewhere? In the shower or in bed for example? Or maybe start masturbating on your bed when you know he'll be in soon." he suggested. Henry did not like suggesting ways for her to get back with her husband, but he needed to keep up appearances.

Wondering how far he could get with her right now, an idea came to mind that would seem innocent enough. "Do you ever get massages? Either simple ones that focus on one part, or a full body? Or even a full body with oil?" he asked. "Massages usually make you feel very much cared for, and loved. It doesn't need to be with your husband doing it or even with him nearby."

"I think I do deserve it, I hope that doesn't make me sound selfish or arrogant. Filming will take place in a different city soon, so might have to take a break from seeing you."

"Ambush him?" She smiled cheekily, "Umm yes, but he just isn't in the mood, if ever.." That cheerful gorgeous smile soon disappeared. "I mean...it's ok, can't force him to like me now. I know he still loves me, but if he doesn't want to have sex with me, I will stand by him."

"Massages?" It seemed a little off topic as they were speaking about her husband. "I do...I go to a spa with a friend and we have our day outs, get nails and hair done, full body massages. There is this woman called Carol, hands of a angel. They relax me, help me feel calm and I just melt in to the bed."

Henry paused as she said 'Carol'. "Carol? As in, a female?" He asked, before shaking his head. "You have the right idea, but as a heterosexual woman, you need a man massaging you. While what you currently get does help relax you, which is good, it lacks the masculine touch to make you feel at ease in a sexual sense." he explained. "I have some experience with massages, and I have oil in the other room which I can go and get. I can show you how much better it is with a man massaging you if you desire?" he asked with an innocent smile.

"Umm yes...Carol is what I said. You know her?" Seeming a bit bewildered, Jenna ran her right hand down her smooth bare leg and scratched at an itch near her ankle. "A man? Why do I need a man doing it?" Listening to him, her eyebrows fell on top of her eyes. "Ok....hold on here...." Both hand went up, palms facing him. "A massage from you?"

"I don't want to be...forward....or disrespectful, but who are you? Are you really a therapist because since I have seen you you have told me to stand naked in a mirror, even maybe go naked in this room. You have said to wear more revealing outfits, spoke about masturbation and now telling me you would give me a massage? Something just seems....off.."

There was a little pause now...it made the atmosphere a bit tense. Jenna could feel it before she just spoke what was on her mind. "Was I referred to a sex therapist? Is that what you are? Or you just think the roots to all my problems is sexual?"

Giving a small smile to hide his nervousness, he shook his head simply. "As I have mentioned previously, my methods can be a little unorthodox. But whatever I do, it always brings in good results for my clients. With other therapists, you could have a phobia of spiders, and they suggest slowly building up your confidence around them with small tasks, slowly getting more and more comfortable around them. These methods can take weeks, months, or even years worth of sessions to completely finish. My methods work with exposure therapy, where you simply expose yourself to your issues. Using the same example, instead of slowly building up to it, I might put you in a coffin full of spiders, or give you a cooked one to eat." he explained.

"Now, with your problems, your main ones are your relationship with your husband, and the way everyone perceives you in terms of your acting career. The first one with your husband, you have mentioned previously that you do not get sex, and that is a large problem. You have pleasure centres in your brain known as dopamine, which releases whenever something good happens to you. With sex, a large portion of dopamine is released." Taking a small breath, he carried on. "Due to that lack of sex or even masturbation, you lack dopamine which is causing a bit of a depressed state." He clearly knew his stuff. "As for your other problem, the world seems to perceive you as unattractive in the movie world, due to the lack of body altering surgeries. It's not that you're unattractive, far from it, but your lack of confidence and not being comfortable in your own skin makes you seem less interesting and involved than other celebrities your age, like Jennifer Aniston who you have mentioned previously." he finished, licking his dry lips before talking with a less technical speech.

"My methods work well, I have never had a complaint when my clients are finished, leaving me with a one hundred percent success rate."