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Learning to Bond (celebstarsxkckolbe)

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Eric sat in his office looking at a variety of pictures of his next appointment. It was not how he usually prepared. However, there was little "usual" about his next appointment. Tina was the first patient of his that he'd ever been able to do a Google search on and find more than some criminal case. In addition, he'd had to sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding all sessions and even the fact that they were meeting. His low profile, willingness to be discreet, flexibility in appointment hours, and (he suspected) modest fee were all reasons she'd chosen him for meetings. He'd been a bit uncomfortable with the silence agreement, but she'd explained how important discretion was given her public life, and she'd signed one as well as a gesture of good faith.

She really was a stunning woman. He flipped through a couple of headshots and photoshoots his receptionist had put together for him and enjoyed the view before looking over his notes. They'd met three times now, usually later at night after work. He'd initially been surprised to learn that the beautiful and successful woman was concerned about depression, but on later reflection, it had made sense. She worked a lot, yet had close to no job security. Due to her modeling, she had to be hyper-critical of her body, leading to some symptoms of insecurity and poor self-image, complicated by minor identity issues from playing different roles. She'd felt that none of her time was her own, that even her identity wasn't her own, and couldn't ever "let her hair down." She'd also mentioned fears that she wasn't a very good mother to her teenage son.

Their sessions so far were pretty straightforward. She'd explained her schedule, travel, different types of people she worked with. Really basic, familiarity-type discussions. He'd had her do a couple of simple relaxation drills, lying down on the couch...nothing special.
 
Today was another day with a scheduled appointment to see her therapist. Over the last few weeks these sessions had consisted of her depression and anxiety, something which wasn't good for work and performances on TV.

Approaching the building, Tina had other things on her mind, and if there was anyone she could tell it would be the man she was going to see. Especially as both had signed contract binding agreements not to say anything.

During the ride up in the elevator, the mother was wearing a blue denim jacket, a pair of grey yoga pants and a white t-shirt. Below were a standard pair of converse tied up around her feet. Upon reaching the floor she was destined for, a receptionist greeted her from her desk and told Mrs O'Brien to go straight in. Wearing her casual outfit, the actress knocked on the appropriate door and walked inside of the man's office.

"Hey" she smiled weakly, taking off her read scarf from around her neck. Like always, her hand reached over the man's desk to shake his hand.
 
Eric looked up as the woman walked in, smiling as he offered a quick "hello" in return. He stood as she reached across his desk and accepted the handshake. Leaned forward as she was, the small woman appeared even shorter. Once the handshake was over he walked around the desk and over to her, noting the tired expression on her face. "Long day?" He grinned empathetically and gestured to the couch she'd often laid down on when visiting. After all, relaxation was a common theme in their meetings.

Most nights, he'd be laying down alone on a couch at home by now, but certain concessions were necessary if one wanted to succeed. "Would you like to sit or lay down? I can hang that up for you if you like," he said, gesturing to the sleeve of her jacket. One thing he liked about her was that she was refreshingly honest regarding her issues. Many clients booked sessions with him and then acted like they had nothing to talk about.

He stood next to her, ready to follow her lead.
 
Heading over to the couch, she took a seat and took off her denim jacket. Removing her arms from the sleeves, the item of clothing was handed to the man who offered to hang it up for her. Flicking her long hair back, it fell down over her shoulders before she swirled on her tight firm ass and laid down.

Pulling on her t-shirt a little made the material stretch tighter over her breasts. She had a great figure on her and she looked much younger in her years to have a teenage son.

"I don't know if I should cut to the point of why I am here, or if you need to review our last session. I know either way we will get to talk about what the subject."
 
Eric took the jacket from her with a small smile and hung it up near the door, returning to the couch as she made herself comfortable and laid down. He grabbed a small chair and sat near the head of the couch so that she would have crane her neck completely to look at his face.

From his vantage point, her entire body was laid about before him, and when she adjusted her shirt, he got to briefly enjoy the sight of her supple breasts straining against the fabric. He made a small display of grabbing his notes as she asked him about the plan for this session. "I would say that if there is something on your mind, then let's go ahead and talk about it."
 
"Straight to the point then" she replied, taking a breath.

"Yesterday, I was doing a clean through the house, keeping my mind off stress and worry, keeping myself busy like you suggested. My son was out with some friends so I was finally able to get in his room. It was a complete mess, trash was overfilled, clothes on the floor, I don't think he had even opened his window in a few weeks, it didn't smell great."

"I let some light in, aired the room, picked up the clothes and when I finally cleared the floor I started to vacuum it. But when I went around the far side of the bed I saw something hanging below his mattress. I pulled on it and it was my underwear."

"Why were my underwear in his room hidden? I hadn't seen them in a while, all I remember is putting them in the dirty laundry."
 
Eric nodded and began taking notes as she complained about her son's room. He smiled knowingly, standard discipline/motivation issue. He waited for her to finish, readying a pretty basic reply about chores and the importance of not enabling laziness. As she continued, though, a huge curve ball emerged.

"Oh," he simply said at first, processing the new information. "Well, I guess the dirty room isn't your main concern any more." He found himself wondering what kind of underwear a well-to-do, sexy actress and model would casually wear. He considered it a moment, and decided he could do his job as well as have a little fun. Besides, it would have to be their secret.

"So...this is fairly non-standard. Tell me more about your relationship with your son."
 
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