(11/23/13)
My thoughts ran back to the first time Natasha asked for an appointment and walked through the office door and into my life. She explained right off she was married to an older oil man from her country, and that money was no object to help her with her little problem. While the reason to be seated across from me, was her smoking problem, it went deeper than that. I am now glad we spent that first session talking and getting to know each other. Besides, she had on this very elegant but totally hot outfit. She even pouted when I wouldn't let her smoke in the session.
It was interesting that first time, where she complimented me on my appearance. I tried to draw her thoughts to me, as I asked her about the red shade of my matching lipstick and fingernail polish. I held my glossy fingernails up in front of her eyes, as she just looked at them. "I... um.... I think that is a perfect shade for you", was all she could stammer out in her very sexy Russian accent. Holding my fingers in the light, I noticed her attention being drawn to me and more specifically, my fingernails.
"My fee is $150 per hour and I suggest a weekly schedule. This fits with your thoughts?", I suggested. All I got was a nod. "I think late afternoons are best, in case we run over a bit on our sessions. I tend to go on and on about things that I feel are important. If this is agreeable you may call back with the day that fits best for you for a 5pm appoitment" I got no response to this, but I know that my words had sunk in. I give her my card with the instructions on the back, indicating she was to call back with her perfect day to see. me.
I helped her to her feet, as she seemed just a bit unsteady. I slipped my arm in hers and she leaned against me as I walked her to the door. I escorted her out and smiled as I went back to take notes about our first meeting.
(11/26/13)
My voice mail was indicating I had three messages waiting on me. The first was a synopsis from my answering service on the calls I receive. The second from a grossly overweight woman who exclaimed she had lost .5 lbs and was ecstatic about it, imagine. The third and most important one was from Natasha, which indicated Friday was perfect, but she was not sure why she called and sounded confused about it. I marked that down at 5pm and thought that should start my weekend off on the right foot, seeing how it was already Thursday morning. Now what should I wear on Friday???
Going to the door, I could feel the dew between my legs. I opened it and escorted Natasha to the sofa to start our session. I took the chair immediately across from her, crossing my legs and smiling at her. Natasha indicated she had set up an automatic payment, weekly, so we didn't have to worry about any of those nasty bills. I had noticed that my account was increased by the agreed upon fee, so we were all set. "Is that ok with you, Sharon", she asked as she stretched out her impossibly long legs and smiled. "if our sessions go longer, I can just pay in cash, Sharon", she added. Amazingly she held her right hand up as if she were cradling a cigarette in her fingers, supporting her elbow on her thigh.
(11/29/13)
"Natasha, as you know I am a therapist and employ many techniques to help people. I have studied various methods to help my clients and have some amazing results. I think your smoking is deeply rooted and may need some advanced techniques. I suggest we talk about how hypnosis can allow me to get at the source of your issue with smoking and how it affects you", I mentioned as my fingers played with my pendant resting on my breasts. I noticed her eyes were on my pendant, or my fingers.... or whatever caught her attention. "I really think this would expedite the process to get at the causes so we, together, can come up with a plan to help rid you of your cigarette habit. Does this make sense?", I asked.
Natasha blinked her eyes, before looking in my eyes saying "I would have to let the details up to you, Sharon. You are the expert and I hope you can help me" I smiled at her and thought that was very sensible. I noticed her eyes returning to the pendant and my fingers as soon as she quit speaking. "I feel very good with you and hope we can get started with however you want to proceed, soon. This smoking is driving me crazy and my husband hates it, so I try to make things good for him. I always try to make things good for him", she added as I caught a sense of her wanting to open up to me which is just what I wanted.
Taking off my pendant and holding it by the delicate gold chain I added, "Since you seem to like my pendant and you look very relaxed I think we should get started. Just put both feet on the floor and relax into the sofa as you watch my pendant with your eyes. Relaxation is the key, deep relaxation and opening up to me", I lowered my voice to create a soothing tone. I started to move the pendant side to side as her eyes followed. Her feet were flat on the floor and I got a glimpse of her panties as took a deep breath. "That's right Natasha, just watch the pendant with your eyes and relax your body starting at your head, letting your eyes relax... your mouth.... down your neck, relaxing and opening. You are doing a very good job at relaxing and watching", I told her as her mouth relaxed open a bit and her eyes took on a tired look while each breath relaxed her more. Her hands were resting on the sofa beside her legs and she seemed very comfortable without me even talking to her.
(11/30/13)
I watched as Natasha stared at the pendant swinging in front of her eyes. Her eyes trying to keep up the motion, falling behind as her limp arms relaxed more, her shoulder slumping forward. "yes, you are feeling tired and sleepy. My pendant has special properties. You are unable to take your eyes off of it, swinging in front of you. You feel good, just relaxing and knowing you are doing well. You are taking special delight and excitement in complimenting me. You want to know all about me and what I do here with you. You want to tell me about your smoking problem, so when I ask you about it you find it easy to tell me about it. Now tell me when you smoke most often, Natasha", I urge her.
Natasha looks up at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused as her lips form the answer.
"in mornings.... after meal.... especially after sex... yes sex.... after sex", came the monotone answer.
"now, Natasha, you are really feeling warm and rested. You are alert and energetic, feeling closer to me even more so than last time. On the count of three you will awaken, refreshed and hot....
1 - feeling a bit more alert and conscious of everything we talked about
2 - feeling close to me and happy
3 - feeling warm and totally alert...."
I snap my fingers and Natasha's eyes gain focus and smiles at me.
(12/1/13)
Natasha looks at her watch and notices that the time is almost up. Then she looks at me and smiles. I can see her looking at my legs and over my body, as she admits "I could like really use a cigarette now, Sharon. I feel so darn good right now. You are really a beautiful woman and I do not say that to everyone, Sharon" I noticed that she squirmed and inhaled sharply after complimenting me.
"Why do you feel the need for a cigarette, Natasha, but thank you very much for the heartfelt compliment. That means a lot to me"
"I am just in the mood, you know Sharon? Oh yes, definitely in the mood",
"I know we are over time but could we just sit and talk, Sharon. Please"
Natasha counted out 5 $20 bills and laid them on the desk as I came to sit close to her. I noticed that Natasha has this sensual way about her, almost seductive.
"Sharon, I have to tell you.... my husband and I are having sex problems. I get really frustrated with him not being able to give me orgasm, you know? I mean it has been months since I had such a feeling, Sharon. Ohhh, I could really use a cigarette"
"Natasha, sex is very important to a relationship. In fact, it defines a relationship in the intimacy of sex. I can see you are a woman that needs a full sexual relationship and you tell me he is not providing that for you. You just need something, don't you", I asked Natasha.
She leaned closer, close enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume and see the look in her eyes that told me about her mood.
"Sharon, I would love to have sex 3 or more times a day with something other than my fingers or vibe. I need sex from a person, someone attractive and intelligent. I am really being put off by men, too. They just don't do it for me. I hope you understand my feelings, Sharon"
Wow, this woman can put on the full court press without actually saying it. I understand her feelings and feel a heat between my legs. I can see her squeeze her thighs together as she leans closer. I can almost feel her breath on me.
"Natasha, next time lets delve deeper into your feelings and try to curb your need to have cigarettes. Lets try to substitute that habit in you, ok?"
We both rise and I lead her to the door, when she turns to give me a hug. A hug that molded her body to me as she whispers, "I would really like to explore my feelings with you, Sharon" As quick as she said that she was out the door and into her car, whisking off while I closed my eyes and remembered this meeting. I almost forgot to stuff the $20s into my purse on my way out.
(12/3/13)
Those thoughts of our start brings me back to the present. All those weeks of Natasha showing up and revealing herself to me. I have a lovely stack of $20s sitting around too, which is always nice. But the nicest thing is that Natasha has this little thing going on still. This thing that she comes to see me about and spend time with me.
Continued
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