Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 18th: Therapy (Pt. 3)

I'd be lying if I said that I didn't look forward to my next appointment. It had been swirling in my head the whole week, and my dreams had been steaming hot with every possible ways you can have sex. It was driving me nuts! Still, a part of me was afraid that my reward wasn't what I hoped for. Sex with a client was as taboo as it gets. He could lose both his job and his licence.

I was up from my seat the second his secretary said the first letter in my name, and I had to force myself not to burst through Dr. Jackson's door like a whole fucking SWAT team. But when I met Michael's eyes, I almost felt disappointed. They were calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened between us during the last session.

Did I imagine it? I knew I didn't imagine the hug, but the kisses? As in plural? And not only that, what about the way he made me cum harder than what probably had to be forever? It surely wasn't only fantasies, was it?

But as the session started, I became more and more unsure. He started by looking through my journal and rubbed his chin as he did so. He never did that before. It was always straight to the case, with focus on the spider and my ridiculous phobia. I say ridiculous, because I was starting to understand just how stupid it was to be scared of spiders. Just because they have eight legs, a thick bulging body that contained miles and miles of disgusting cobweb, and jaws with venom that could kill...

You know what? I was still freakishly afraid of spiders.

"So, what do you think of the therapy so far?" Michael asked, and still seemed to be cool as a fish.

"Well. It's alright, I guess."

I kind of was anyway. Especially the last two sessions. They were amazing in so many ways. Perverted ways...

"Alright? I think you've done more than alright, Ms. Dreyfus."

What's with the last name? He used to call me Gina before. Why not now?

"In fact, with the progress you've had the last couple of weeks have been quite impressive."

"Thanks to someone distracting me," I mumbled into my hand, as I rested my head on my palm while leaning forward. I never really noticed how soft his couch was until now. It would be perfect for...

"Pardon?"

I cleared my throat and gave him a fake smile. I was getting fed up with pretending as if nothing happened between us. Because it did! I could see it in the way he swallowed nervously, and how he stuttered a little when he spoke and seemed unfocused in general. I saw his temples glisten from a barely visible, ultra-thin layer of sweat, but there was no doubt. His mind was clearly back to our last encounter. Then why was he suddenly denying it?

"Nothing."

"Okay. So what I was going to say was that you're doing so well, that I believe this will be our last session."

I couldn't read what he was thinking when he said that. Was he relieved to get rid of me? Was he embarrassed about the whole thing? Was he sad?

"You don't want me to come here anymore?" I blurted out, and even I could hear my disappointment.

"No, no! I didn't mean that. I meant that you don't need me anymore, since you're more or less cured."

"That's not true," I objected, a little too loud.
"I'm more terrified than ever!"

Michael raised his eyebrows and folded his hands on his lap.

"Oh, yeah? Then why haven't you commented on the spider in front of you?"

I gasped. He was right. I didn't even notice. In my mind it was just a box containing something that wasn't interesting. The interesting thing in the room was studying me with deep brown eyes, and made the blood tingle in my veins.