Mars knew the moment he walked in he would be trouble for her. It was the softness in his eyes and the way he stared at her, as if he knew her deepest desires and was going to ravage her. She always found that irresistible and now here was this man that she was immediately drawn to sitting quietly on her sofa.
She sat beside him and drew in her breath. Normally she liked to sit across from her case studies but who was she kidding, this was going to be much more. She wasn’t going to pretend, neither of them needed it. They both knew what they wanted and it was something so intangible and unspoken that her mouth watered just thinking of it.
He opened up the brief case that he had set by his feet and pulled out a manila envelope. He held it in his arms protectively. Mars knew this was very serious but she was breathing hard already trying to stave off the lust that was building within her groin and having a hard time concentrating.
He was much older than her but he carried himself with this youthful energy that she found so captivating. She tried to snap out of it and as she was about to get up to get a drink of cold water he caught her arm and put the folder in her hand.
“My life is in your hands” he said. “You wanted proof……here it is.”. She settled back into the couch and held the envelope gingerly. Did she want to know? “It’s my daughter and my nieces, as you can tell from my age you can probably guess that they are full grown women now.”
Mars head was swimming. This was beyond wrong. She wasn’t sure she could stomach it. And what was the right thing to do here? She didn’t know his real name, his address, and his number had come up unknown. Plus he would not leave them with her anyways. She took 3 deep breaths, looked at him as he stood perfectly still waiting to see what she would do.
She slowly, methodically opened the envelope and reached in. There were about 36 Polaroid pictures inside. She drew them out and slowly took them in. The first one was of a young female, naked from the waist down sitting on a man’s lap. She was facing him with her legs straddling his so she was spread open. She had a soft smile on her small face as if she was trying very hard to please the person taking the photo.
The rest were about the same. Some were much more graphic though. She handed him the photos back once she had studied them all and didn’t even bother putting them back in the envelope because the need to vomit hit her in a giant wave. She ran to the bathroom and tears came from her eyes as dinner resurfaced again.
She sat there slumped on the floor letting herself cry for a very long time. She washed up and walked out quite a bit later surprised that he was still there. “I’m sorry” he said. She didn’t know what to say to him or exactly why he was there. He had heard about her case study and that because she wasn’t a professional counselor or affiliated with the government or under government oversight he was free to share with her whatever he wanted to. This freed him up to speak candidly about something that had plagued him now for many decades.
“My ex-wife left my daughter and I when she was very young. I think she could see for herself what was going on already but she felt powerless to do anything. By the time she suspected I had groomed our daughter to enjoy our little tickle times together. My nieces were just because I couldn’t help myself and had the opportunity.”
Mars ran back to the bathroom and threw up again. About 10 minutes into sobbing and dry heaving he knocked on the door. She had left it unlocked so he was just being polite as he was in the doorway already. “I found this in the fridge” he said as he handed her a mineral water. She gratefully took it.
“What is it you want from me?” She asked angrily for reasons that mostly belonged to her. “I heard you can help people, sometimes” he said quietly. “I have so much guilt and I know what I did was wrong and I don’t want to be that person anymore” and she saw the tears running down his cheeks and couldn’t help but feel a small twinge. He probably had some story of his own to tell of his own past and childhood… she guessed. That seemed to usually be the case, just that she had never seen it presented like this. The cases before this were mostly victims and couple of their perpetrators but only if they were willing to put in the work she gave them.
She didn’t take it easy on them. She was creating an intensive protocol of emotional maturity/dexterity building, body cleansing, anxiety control/biofeedback, group and solo meetings almost every day and also in a very few cases, severe BDSM. She wasn’t having a bad time of it. She cried a lot, got angry some, but so far….of all the sessions this was by far the worst.
No sooner did she take two swigs of the water and it came back up so forcefully she felt like she was going to pass out. Her body swooned out of her control and for a second the world flashed black. He reached up and grasped her waist just in time. Her body flapped back against his and her head rested on his chest. He leaned down and picked her up under her legs and back and took her to the couch.
He laid her softly down. “They didn’t suffer.” – he said. “I treated them tenderly and lovingly. I made sure once they were awakened that they were enjoying themselves and what I was doing.”
She violently shook her head no. She didn’t want to hear anymore. She couldn’t bare it much more. Was this what vertigo felt like, she wondered. There was a faint ringing in her ears and the sweat on her brow was unmistakable.
He stopped…..while he kept watching her intensely. “You are very pretty. I’m sorry that this happened to you” softly he whispered as he sat beside her on the couch stoking her hair and moving it away from her face and neck to give her some comfort.
“Please don’t touch me.” She said as he slowly withdrew his hand to his lap. “It doesn’t take much for you does it?” – he smiled slyly at her.
She scowled back at him. In truth she had liked it very much and it was turning her on ever so little….or maybe he had put that suggestion in her head. She couldn’t even tell. “It takes a lot to cum and nothing to just get aroused” she said…..”I blame my age.” And didn’t understand why she was even answering him this much detail and intimacy.
“No” he said, “with the right man the connection will be so strong it will take very little, trust me”. She found it un-ironic that he would say that last part.
“I don’t know that I can help you.” – she said trying to draw the conversation back to some semblance of professionalism as she sat herself up.
“Look” he said. “I know your methods are unconventional and I know you made everyone sign letters of absolute consent and no liability”.
She was impressed he had done so much homework and then wondered how good her security camera was and if it could detect facial recognition. She didn’t know the statute of limitation for the state though. She also didn’t know any more details than she had barely been able to stomach. Did these now grown women still need help? Or could he be targetting a younger generation now? If she didn’t take the case she wouldn’t be able to know these things. She wouldn’t be able to help anyone at all.
“Thank you for listening” he said. “If it weren’t hard for you I would be more worried about this. Think that maybe you’ve been hardened. I’m glad to see you haven’t been. Otherwise I’m not sure your incentive would really be there to help me.”
She looked at him quizzically. She was suppose to hate him. That’s what she knew she was suppose to do. But she couldn’t find it in her heart to throw him out and she could see and feel the pain and guilt he carried.
“Ok” she said….. “if you really mean business and you’re going to take what I say 100% serious and be accountable to me then I need to see that you know who is in charge here.”
He looked at her calmly but his eyes blinked faster. “What can I do?” he said, too quickly. She knew then….. that he was going to be hard to break.
“Take off all your clothes, fold them neatly on that chair in the corner and get on your knees with your hands behind your back and your head bowed down.”
He hesitated and that was just the response she wanted to see. The shift she needed to see happen. Maybe this can be a bit fun she thought to herself and she went to get her large blue peacock box from the closet. Maybe this will be some fun after all.
To be continued……….