ONE SHOTS

MY THERAPIST

I walked into the office. I was sceptical of the entire concept of therapy, my friends have gone for therapy before and encouraged me to take the step.

"Hi," I say as I enter the room

"Hi, Stacy. Please have a seat"

I sit down in front of him, he looks poised. He has a pair of thick glasses and the experience that reeks from him makes me think my decision was correct.

After 4-5 sessions

Dr. John is good at what he does, I have never felt more collected and adjusted in life. He is so understanding, makes me feel heard, doesn't judge me and accepts me the way I am. I look forward to my session with him. The thing is I think I have developed a crush on him. Besides being a very good therapist I think he is very attractive and hot. Sometimes I just look at him and can't even remember what I was saying.

I don't think he has caught on to that yet because I don't see him responding to any of my dialogue.

I enter the room and am happy to see him. He hasn't looked at me he is too engrossed in his screen.

Suddenly he looks up

"Hi Stacy"

"Hi Dr John"

I walk towards the couch I generally sit on. He stops me

"Stacy, why don't we try a new thing today? You sit next to me and we will have our sessions."

"Yeah sure" I feel so excited about this. To sit next to him, to be on the same side of the couch. Yes.

"So what bring you here today Stace" he asks me. But my attention goes to STACE he has never called me that. Why would he do that?

"It is the same old thing about my dad"

He moves closer to me and his hand intertwines with mine "What did he do today" I must have skipped a beat. This feels like a dream.

"He is all you should work some time with other companies and gain experience when all I want is to travel and go to fashion shows. He just doesn't understand that I can have a different perspective on things. He sees the world from his perspective only. It is frustrating and I feel stuck and can't move." John has moved his hand from my hand to my arms. His gesture of reassuring me feels amazing. He is moving it up and down.

I continue "This space that you have built for me John is safe and I feel like I can be seen and heard. I want to thank you for that"

"No problem Stace. I want to ask you something and you can say no, but I will feel really good if you don't." I feel myself melt away. I can do anything for this guy.

"Yes John please ask me"

He moves closer to me and whispers in my ear "Stace please call me sir". I am shocked and I look at him.

"Yes Sir," I say

He looks at me

"Can you grab my paper from the desk, I have to get this thing urgently"

I look at him and make a face "Yeah sure sir" I emphasize the last word. He laughs and that makes my heart flutter.

JOHN'S POV

She moves towards my desk and I stare at her, she is soo fucking gorgeous and hot. I still remember our first session. I wasn't able to concentrate much because of her low-cut top. I soon realized that the feelings were mutual. She likes me too.

"Sir where is the paper"

"The last drawer," I tell her and get up. I move towards her and that ass makes me hard, that dress she is wearing makes me hard, her calling me John makes me hard. She is too engrossed in searching for paper. I grab her from behind and pull her towards my erection. I feel her stiffen