The petite woman behind xxxsupersize the reception desk jumped. "How was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked xxxsupersize.
Her employer stepped into the reception area of her office, shaking out her xxxsupersize umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab xxxsupersize was wet xxxsupersize, and I'm wet xxxsupersize." She folded her umbrella and xxxsupersize ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair xxxsupersize is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning xxxsupersize her raincoat. She stopped when she xxxsupersize saw her receptionist was about to say xxxsupersize something.
For a xxxsupersize moment she regarded xxxsupersize her xxxsupersize receptionist quizzically. Kerri's sweater skimmed xxxsupersize well above xxxsupersize her navel and snugged fetchingly around xxxsupersize her darling young breasts. Although not unusual by the style of the day, it was positively daring by Kerri's xxxsupersize conservative standards. Was that the same sweater she had been wearing earlier?
She stepped xxxsupersize into her private office, raincoat over xxxsupersize one arm. She locked the door for privacy xxxsupersize. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said xxxsupersize to the man xxxsupersize who looked xxxsupersize up from the couch. "I almost drowned xxxsupersize waiting for a cab." She hung up the raincoat and umbrella, then smoothed out xxxsupersize her modest brown suit. She kicked off her wet shoes and stepped xxxsupersize into xxxsupersize a different pair, black flats like she always wore.
"OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard xxxsupersize began, deliberately using his first name xxxsupersize to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I xxxsupersize'm here to help you. Nothing xxxsupersize is going to hurt you xxxsupersize in this office. Try taking xxxsupersize three deep breaths."
Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months xxxsupersize earlier she had written xxxsupersize a xxxsupersize paper xxxsupersize for a psychological journal about paranormal experiences such as hauntings and alien xxxsupersize abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and treated xxxsupersize by conventional therapy, it had led xxxsupersize to a parade of oddballs through her office.
Monica xxxsupersize was struck by the xxxsupersize intensity xxxsupersize of his speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien movies's problem , it was torturing him. She wrote "sex xxxsupersize obsessed?" in xxxsupersize her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that xxxsupersize it xxxsupersize had already dried. "But in reality such things xxxsupersize don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you xxxsupersize bringing this up?"
"I must xxxsupersize not give in to the temptation. Because xxxsupersize once I start using it xxxsupersize, I know xxxsupersize I xxxsupersize won xxxsupersize't be able to stop. The steps are so obvious. First xxxsupersize, I'll xxxsupersize start indulging my idle whims, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse xxxsupersize fantasies."
"Oh xxxsupersize? How did you use it?"
"I can't say I blame her," she xxxsupersize said xxxsupersize, trying not to sound xxxsupersize accusatory. "Why should she, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse to movies demonstrate it xxxsupersize. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove you're not fabricating all xxxsupersize this." It was necessary to force him to confront his delusion.
Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira xxxsupersize coin, a memento from a trip to Italy. "Flip xxxsupersize it," Damien said, "it xxxsupersize will come down xxxsupersize heads."
"Do it xxxsupersize again."
"Go to the window. Look xxxsupersize outside." He was calm again.
Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going on here, she still had a patient that xxxsupersize needed help. She knelt down in front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she xxxsupersize said gently, lifting his head in one xxxsupersize hand.
When he lifted his eyes Monica xxxsupersize realized he had indeed been xxxsupersize looking up her brief skirt . Now his attention shifted to her cleavage. She felt a xxxsupersize familiar thrill run through xxxsupersize her. "Oh my word, you're xxxsupersize an xxxsupersize attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think that could work?"
Monica felt one of those xxxsupersize rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely help xxxsupersize somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got xxxsupersize from xxxsupersize sucking cock.
Monica xxxsupersize whirled to xxxsupersize face xxxsupersize Damien. Her breasts and heels almost made her lose her balance. "What -- what have you done." she xxxsupersize almost shouted.
Monica straightened slowly. Diamond xxxsupersize bracelets xxxsupersize sparkled on her wrists xxxsupersize. She turned to face Damien. He xxxsupersize was still smiling xxxsupersize. It had an edge of pure evil xxxsupersize now. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
"You see, I told you the temptation would be too much. My graduate supervisor was curious. She wanted to see how the xxxsupersize power worked. She xxxsupersize let the acid out . Once I started using the power, once I realized just how much fucking fun xxxsupersize it is, I simply couldn't stop."
"Ah xxxsupersize, don't xxxsupersize worry Doc, she's right here. I brought her with me. He flipped a hand lazily and the locked door to Monica's office swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your xxxsupersize tail in xxxsupersize here," he said offhandedly .
"I'm Professor Alicia Cummins xxxsupersize. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her xxxsupersize in shock xxxsupersize. Yummy xxxsupersize tits, but not xxxsupersize as big as mine, she thought smugly.
For a moment he xxxsupersize seemed to consider it. "Well, perhaps so," he said thoughtfully, "but if I bring xxxsupersize a little more beauty and xxxsupersize happiness into the world that can't be all bad. Besides, you are hardly xxxsupersize one to complain xxxsupersize about bending xxxsupersize the rules, the xxxsupersize way you have been xxxsupersize manipulating men xxxsupersize all your life xxxsupersize."
"Young xxxsupersize lady pay attention when I speak to xxxsupersize you."
"These accusations are xxxsupersize very serious. Very serious indeed xxxsupersize. I will not xxxsupersize tolerate such indecent behaviour in xxxsupersize this school. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Monica said. She xxxsupersize shifted position xxxsupersize a little and the xxxsupersize headmaster's xxxsupersize attention came back to her flaring thighs.
"Good lord," he said again. "And, how xxxsupersize much did you usually get?"
"Yes, sir."
Monica's xxxsupersize uniform skirt movies was so short that bending xxxsupersize even xxxsupersize slightly was sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties, but she complied with the xxxsupersize headmaster's command. He got to his feet and stepped around behind her. Looking up at him from between her legs, she could see the insistent bulge tenting the front movies of his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly movies. She wondered briefly if he was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher.
A chilling thought xxxsupersize passed through her. Damien likened his power to an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the back of her chair xxxsupersize for support xxxsupersize.
"Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try to pretend that I'm like you, you monster. I do have moral values xxxsupersize and I live by movies them. I can't sweet-talk my way through life and I wouldn movies't if I could xxxsupersize." She could xxxsupersize almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.
"Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what xxxsupersize we talked about the other day?"
George made an incoherent sound from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
"I admit some of my behaviour might xxxsupersize be construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of others in pursuit of xxxsupersize wealth and pleasure are immoral to a similar degree. By xxxsupersize comparison xxxsupersize, my faults are minor xxxsupersize. You see that now, don't you Doctor xxxsupersize?"
They opened the door to the outer office xxxsupersize. Kerri was now being happily movies ploughed face-down on her desk xxxsupersize by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her xxxsupersize enormous breasts xxxsupersize kept her body suspended several inches xxxsupersize above the desk. Files and papers littered the floor.
The xxxsupersize article was shameless boosterism about xxxsupersize Monica and her lavish success. It didn't spend a lot xxxsupersize of xxxsupersize time on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates. It did not xxxsupersize mention that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted xxxsupersize patients xxxsupersize left xxxsupersize her services more screwed up than when xxxsupersize they arrived.
There was no mention at all of the two calls before the discipline xxxsupersize committee for allegedly fucking with her clients' minds and bodies xxxsupersize. Both hearings had found in her favour. Her xxxsupersize colleagues had been so understanding. Especially xxxsupersize the married ones.
At times, Monica's whole life seemed slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny xxxsupersize ability to seduce and enamour men and xxxsupersize women with ease, all xxxsupersize seemed to defy the xxxsupersize laws of nature xxxsupersize. Even the little things, like xxxsupersize these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly well, or the fact that her breasts never sagged in spite of xxxsupersize their size , had a kind of impossible air to them xxxsupersize. She sometimes felt xxxsupersize like she was living inside somebody else's erotic daydream xxxsupersize. She dismissed these thoughts, of movies course . Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily xxxsupersize modified. She had just been very lucky.
"Oh, very xxxsupersize good xxxsupersize, my xxxsupersize dear xxxsupersize," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your tongue like that xxxsupersize." She leaned back in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift xxxsupersize.
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