Admitting Love

4: The Client

(Pic of Jason in Multi-Media)

~ Narrator POV ~

Days went by and the only thing Monica can do was pray. Pray for the help of God.

Why me? Why do I always have to end up in these type of predicaments? She thought to herself as she sat comfortably watching the News in her therapy office. Monica had to juggle two jobs because of the unstable pay of being a PA. So to be on the safe side, she decided to go through with both of her career choices.

In the main lobby sat the sëxiest criminal of the year, Jason Senley. Smooth 'high yellow' skin. Beautiful blue/grey eyes. Freshly trimmed facial hair. Even though he was a criminal, the ladies still fell for his charm.

He was released from rehab and was required to do mandatory therapy sessions twice a week. He knows the reason why he chose this center. He knew very well. He began to walk to his assigned, well chosen, counselor and released a series of knocks on the door. The knocks startled Monica as she realized she had a job to finish. She placed the file on the coffee table in front if her and went to greet her guest at the door.

"Are you Miss Janelle?" Jason asked uncertainly.

"Yes sir, Call me Monica. I'm guessing your my client Jason Senley right?"

"Nice to meet you." he greeted her with a warm handshake as she invited again.

Nice to meet you...

Those four words lingered deep in the air.

As soon Jason entered the room ans sat down, the air became thick and there was some unknown tension. They spent time trying to get aquainted with each other and making themselves comfortable.

"So Jason, tell me more about yourself." Monica said trying to get to the root of why he needed therapy.

"What would you like to know?" He questioned nonchalantly raising an eyebrow.

Bloody fückïng hëll, simple göddämn question. Can't you just give me a simple answer?!
Monica thought. That answer was a huge pet peeve of hers.

"Okay, let's start with how you ended up here." She crossed her legs and plastered a smile on her face still feeling the uncomfortable tension in the air

" I went to jail for rape and 'attempted murder'. " He plainly stated.

"Okay Mr. Senley. Let's stop beating around the bush. Your obviously here for a reason. And that reason is because you need help getting over a bump in your life that's causing a lot of chaos. I'm here to help you, if you don't want my help, I'll talk with your people of reference and let them know your fine. Your choice Jason."
She rushed out clearly annoyed at his ignorant attitude.

Jason was quiet amused at her attitude. He loved that about her. But how can he possibly know what he loves about her when they don't know each other? Monica didn't know Jason from Adam's. But Jason knew Monica like she was written in the back of his hand.

Jason had a motive. A motive that only he knew about. A parasitic motive.

" I like you Monica. I like you a lot -" He pierced into her face with his cold, intense, hypnotizing eyes. "-but since your soo interested to know, I'll tell you, and I'll tell you every... single... detail." He slowly began.

Monica reached for her notepad and pen to take notes on areas they would need to work on.

"... The girl was beyond beautiful. We used to date and all and even after we broke up we was still cool. Then there was a day I invited her over with all my nïggäs so we can chill and all that. We was smöking, snörting, and drinking and just getting high and all that. She started feeling herself and getting frëaky talking about 'she wanna feel me and all my boys deep inside her till she go numb'. Now I wasn't the type to turn down some kitty kit and neither was my homies, so we took that chance. She undressed herself and have us a private show-" Jason started to go into every detail from beginning to end.

Monica sat there very intrigued by the story, too indulged to take notes. Her body slowly grew warm from the intense description. Who knew a criminal case can sound soo dämn sëxÿ. It was like he was trying to sëduce her with his words.

"- My friends watched as I took the first go. He rummaged through her. Reeaallyy rough. Grabbing her hair while she was all on all fours. Pounding her soft fragile bäckside with my hard black wood. Her cream soaking every inch of it. Her load moäning. Me whispering dirty shït in her ear while I gave her the good fückïng she's been longing for." Jason uncrossed his legs leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees continuing to porpusely make things sëxual.

"We all took turns. They fückëd her like shït. Making her scream and ball blöödy mürder. When it all finished and her high ended. She began to cry like a bïtch. She knew dämn well what she was getting herself into. I couldn't have cared less if she wasn?t sober. But you know the saying, 'sober thoughts are drunk words'. Then word got around that a female claimed we 'drügged and räped' her and she was gon' go to the police and report it. Im not the type to beat women but there were plenty reasons beyond that why she deserved it. We wasn't having that so we found her that same night chilling at her place and beat the fück out of her. We threw some pretty fatal punches. Her nose was broken, eyes swollen, body bruised and everything. She was unconscious when we were done. Soon as we walked outside, police cars were surrounding the apartment building armed waiting to arrest us. So the whole thing was a set up because she was being watched. Police put word out to see if we would retaliate. They had evidence against us because there were signs of drugs and rough ïntercourse. They said her püssÿ was practically damaged. And that's how I ended up here." Jason concluded.

Monica's jaw was dropped in shock with his story. Jason being a 'räpist' and women beater didn't stop Monica's sëxuäl feelings from unintentionally growing for him. She sat in the couch with her legs squeezed together breathing heavily as her precious core grew warm. The fluids on her insides were rapidly flowing. She shifted in her seat and cleared her throat.

"Interesting story, Jason. Your file said you have an obsessive disorder. Care to explain that ?" She suddenly grew interested in that.

"If I like something. I'll get it. Very determined. I get what I want and I always will, trust me. I wouldn't call it an obsessive disorder." He explained.

Time went by as they began talking more about his personal interest and his obsessions.

Monica's sëxuäl interest for Jason rapidly grew as she found more out information about him. Jason was a sëxuälly driven man just like Monica.

Monica was unprofessionally attracted to her client.

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Sorry not my best chapter. I had writers block and I just needed to force something out my head to make it. Had a lot on my mind about everything except this damn chapter.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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