Therapy

Barbie Doll

I sat fidgiting behind my desk waiting for my first patient to arrive. It was my first day at my new office and I was already questioning if perhaps I should have just found my own little stand alone office rather then joining an existing practice.

I had bounced in to the reception area when I first arrived and cheerfuly greeted the elderly receptionist.

She growled at me. Kinda like a dog.

Now I myself am not normally a morning person and I fully understood the need to respond with nothing more then a grunt before 9am... but a growl?

I slunk back to my office hoping that the old bat wouldn't scare off my patients before I actually got a chance to meet them.

Five minutes before my first patient was due to arrive I was suddenly struck with a case of nerves.

<What if this person didn't like me? OMG WHAT IF I DIDN'T LIKE THEM! What if...>

I was interrupted from my panicked thoughts by a soft tap on the door.

I took a deep breath and said "Come in."

A living barbie doll walked in.

Her hair was long and golden blond. Her facial features were perfectly sculpted. As I studdied her I realized that plastic surgery had completly made this woman.

"Good morning Dr. My name is Barbie Doll."

<What the f->

I tried to keep from laughing inappropriatly as I reached out my hand for her to shake.

"Good morning Ms. Doll. My name is Dr. Cassandra Hail."

She gave me a megawatt smile showing impressivly bleached, perfectly straight white teeth and eagerly shook my hand.

"Please, call me Barbie."

"Ok Barbie. Why don't you have a seat and we will get started."

We sat across from each other on my super comfy black leather chairs that I had delivered here the week before I started. I crossed my legs and poised my pen over my pad of paper ready to take notes.

"So. What brings you to see me?"

She squirmed a bit in her seat before responding "I am not comfortable having sex all the time. I mean I know it is necessary for me to survive and all but there are only so many hot guys out there."

"Why do you say that sex is necessary for you to survive?"

She gave me a puzzled look and opened her mouth to reply when suddenly there was a buzzing noise from her purse. She reached inside, pulled out an iphone, glanced at the number and frowned.

"Excuse me. I have to take this."

I nodded and retreated back to my desk and checked my own phone. Confusion set in when I heard her answer her call with a German accent.

"Ya. This is Mistress Helga. Why are you bothering me now you dirty worm?!"

She rolled her eyes and shot me an appologetic look.

"No! You are a dirty worm that hasn't even earned the title of slave yet!"

<What on earth is she talking about... no... she isn't... omg!>

She listened intently to whatever the voice on the other end was saying before snapping out "Shut up worm! I no longer want to hear your annoying voice. Now get on your knees and suck my toes!"

<Suck her what? Ok Cass let's take a look at this situation. You worked your ass off in college. You landed your dream job. The receptionist growls and your first patient is Dominatrix Barbie... awesome.>

I tuned back in to the conversation.

"Stupid worm! You are terrible at sucking toes. Now leave me alone until you have practiced on someone else and acquired skills worthy of my attention!"

She hung up the phone and looked over at me.

"Sorry about that but I have to pick up when it is a work call or dispatch gets their panties all in a twist."

I gave her a weak smile.

"It's ok but you have used all your time up for today. Same time next week? We can just start over."

She smiled brightly and nodded.

"That would be great! And I really am sorry. I will ask that they redirect any calls to my line so we won't be disrupted next week."

"Ok Barbie. Well I will see you next week. Please stop and see the receptionist on the way out to schedule your next appointment."

"I will Doc. Thanks for your patience."

"Not a problem. You have a wonderful week and I will see you next time."

She pranced out of the room and shut the door lightly behind her. I slumped behind my desk and tried to process what just happened.

What have I gotten myself in to?

So what do you think of Barbie? Why do you think she needs to have sex all the time to survive? Did I make you laugh? If I didn't just take  a moment to  picture someone that looked like that taking a call like that in a therapy session. Come on now that would be funny as hell!