Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 5: Let The Games Begin!

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes... 

  I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy, or the characters. They belong to E. L. James. I am only exercising my right to exploit, abuse, and mangle the characters to MY discretion in MY story in MY interpretation as a fan. I hope you—as a fellow fan—enjoy it, too.

And now... on with the show!

Chapter 05—Let The Games Begin!

GREY

That workout was just what I needed. I didn't think I would ever rid my mind of the thought of Ms. Steele gagged and suspended in my playroom. Even now, after nearly destroying the treadmill in the gym downstairs and the shock shower that followed, I'm still suffering from a minor throb in my pants—but at least I've gotten control of it. A minor throb that I can control beats a massive, raging, painful boner that can't be satisfied any day.

When I return to my study, I see that Welch has forwarded to me the background check on one Dr. Anastasia Rose Steele, Psy.D. Let's see what makes her think she is so fucking high and mighty.

Upon closer examination, there's nothing really extraordinary about Ms. Steele. It looks like she puttered aimlessly around Bates Community College for a while until she got a scholarship from the Seattle Business and Professional Women's Association and subsequently attended the University of Washington in Seattle for undergrad and grad school. She did her internship at the Center for Child and Family Well-Being... interesting choice. She has a practice in downtown Seattle, not too far from Grey House in fact. So, what's with this community center thing? I was right, though, she's only 26—three years younger than I, but she feels like she can tell me something about life? Presumptuous little thing, isn't she?

Her childhood seems pretty uneventful. Her father died shortly after she was born. Even though her parents were married, she doesn't carry her father's last name. "Steele" is her stepfather's name—her mother's second husband. Strange. They lived in Montesano a couple of hours from Seattle until Ms. Steele was 14 and then relocated to a suburb of Nevada when her mother, Carla married for a third time to some guy named Stephen Morton. I wonder if Carla is as insufferable as her daughter. It looks like they lived in one of the more affluent areas just outside of Vegas, even though Morton didn't make much money.

I can't help but notice that there aren't any records from ages 15 to 17. She went to Green Valley High School in Henderson for her freshman and part of her sophomore year. Then she appears to have dropped off the map. However, she miraculously shows up back in Tacoma just before her 18th birthday. So, here's this unremarkable psychologist doing this group therapy thing on a volunteer basis two nights a week at a community center, and she has me by the balls for another 22 hours out of the next six weeks. This has to be some kind of comic tragedy!

My blackberry buzzes with a call from Elena. You had your chance, now go away. I ignore the call and dial Welch instead.

"Welch, there are two years missing on Anastasia Steele's background check. What the fuck is going on?"

"I'm trying to figure that out myself, sir," Welch explains. "Records show that Ms. Steele left Green Valley High near the end of her sophomore year, but there's no indication why she left or information concerning where she may have gone back to school." This doesn't make any sense.