|| 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 || +18

|| 2 || 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲...𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

|| Vincent Lecoeur ||

"Therapy? Really Vincent?"

Adrian nags across the line. I give him a brisk 'mhm' and continue to concentrate on the woman sat opposite me. The seat arrangement in this room is very bizarre.

See I knew I said I wouldn't go. But it's for free!

For low class people only. Basically poor people who are technically homeless.

So I mean, it's no harm.

"Are you even listening?!"

An exclamation earthquakes my ears and I flinch slightly at the sudden sound.

"No- I mean yeah, it's just there's just this woman."

I explain and begin again to analyze her. Ginger hair...red summer dress with white polka dots. She looks pregnant, by the looks of it I think it's a girl. Oh wow, she's got plenty of freckles too.

"The therapist?"

Adrian suspicions. He asks so many questions.

"No, pregnant woman."

I reply but probably should've used a quieter voice tone since the ginger woman's eyes darted right at me. I know I'm hot and all, just not made for the spotlight you know.

"You're starting at a pregnant woman? That's enough Vincent for me today."

Adrian rudely criticises. I scoff and he hangs up like a dramatic bitch, he hangs up and I turn back to the ginger woman. She's gone.

Did her baby eat her?

What the fuck- No Vincent stop being dumb.
You probably just scared her off.

I shrug and fiddle around with my fingers. They're lengthy. Is it typical for my hands to have veins? I heard it's a side effect from smoking, which explains a lot. A small trail of heels clicking approaches the room, the clicking becomes rougher second by second.

The door opens and my eyes are met with the Therapist's eyes. They were the most vibrant yet dimmest shade of brown. Her eyes lashes are long...just like mines. I can tell her skin is soft, I wanna trace it. She's wearing a black skirt and a white shirt...undone buttons. Her cleavage is revealed, she has great boobs.

"Monsieur Lecoeur?"

She queries looking around the room full of people waiting. Do I stand up? Or do I wait till she asks again? No Vincent, stop. Okay, I should stand up.

I get up and ruffle my hair.

"Me."

I answer, in English.

She gleams and looks at me..her eyes twinkled a bit, cute. She seems so innocent, and perfect.

"Follow me."

She orders and begins walking. I do as she says. I look around the place...paintings...gray walls...ass. Damn. Her ass isn't big but it's round and plump. The way it moves in her skirt. My joggers grow right around my member. Shit. Okay just ignore it, Vincent.

She enters the room and holds the door open for me. I look at her, mostly her neck. Chokable.

Wait, am I here to fuck her or get some help?

Let's be real, with my looks,

I can do both.

I step inside and settle on the seat she motioned me towards. She sits opposite me in her seat. Leg over another...I can see a bit under her skirt. No wait, I don't even know her.