Deadly Seductions:
TWISTED REVENGE
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Published by Purple Martinee Media
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© Copyright Purple Martinee Media 2012
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Mark had awoken quivering from a nightmare and started to wonder if it was time to see a therapist. This was the fourth storm of the month and each time he heard the pounding sounds of thunder he could never sleep. The entire night he would lie in bed and think about what SHE did to him. SHE, the name he could not bare to speak aloud. Like every other stormy night, he would lie in bed and watch the ceiling fan turn round and round. This was it. Mark knew he couldn’t continue to spend the rest of his life having sleepless nights when it stormed, because of HER. It was time he saw someone.
Mark woke up the next morning and decided to take control of his life. He was going to call and make an appointment with a highly sought after therapist he had read about in a magazine. Her name was Dr. Susan Walberg and she was highly recommended in the New York tri-state area. For five hundred an hour Mark hoped she would be able to cure him of his paranoia. Luckily, her office said she just had a cancellation and could see him that day for a two-hour session. Normally the sessions are for sixty minutes, but Dr. Walberg liked to do two hours for new clients to get to the root of their problem. Mark left his information with the receptionist, received directions, and ended the call. He hung up feeling nervous, but relieved that he would finally lift the guard and burden off his chest.
Mark stood in front of the mirror and glanced over his body from head to toe. He was a twenty- seven-year-old corporate attorney at a prestigious law firm on Wall Street, aiming to make partner next year. Mark was the only African American at the office in his position earning an annual salary of six figures plus bonuses. He closed million-dollar mergers more than any partner at his level. He resided in a luxury condo in the Village and drove a black SUV Porsche or a two-door seven series BMW coupe. His car choice depended on his mood. To Mark’s friend he was the guy who had it all but no one truly knew how alone and empty he felt inside.
No one knew his secret about him never having a real girlfriend or ever having been in a relationship. Even though he surrounded himself with pretty model-type women for public events and parties, behind closed doors he was a scared little boy who was technically still a virgin. He had never experienced pleasurable sex under his own free will or because it was something he wanted to do. When it came to sexual encounters, Mark became submissive and always engaged in the acts to please the other person. He never received any pleasure and would count the minutes to when it was over, sometimes even faking ejaculation. Mark was confident and envied by the outside world but on the inside he was an incomplete and insecure man looking for guidance.
Mark arrived at his appointment fifteen minutes early; in case he decided to punk out, he could leave unnoticed by the good doctor. He took a seat in a large leather chair and scanned the office and energy surrounding him. As he sat in the wall-to-wall carpeted waiting area alone, he could not help but wonder how many insane people have sat in that same chair he was sitting in. Just as he had begun to drift off, a door opened and a gorgeous lady stepped out.
“Are you Mr. Cox?” she asked.
Mark’s eyes fell on her angelic face and as he tried to speak he only muttered and what came out of his mouth was barely comprehendible. She’s perfect, he thought. Her long beautiful hair flowed down her back with one strand covering her glasses on the right side. Her brown complexion sparkled in the light and her smile revealed her perfect white teeth. Her legs were long and shown through the short skirt- she wore. Mark managed to remove his eyes from her legs and made eye contact. Her eyes were welcoming and innocent and made him want to tell his life story. Never before had he seen such beauty. Mark finally managed to nod.
“Mr. Cox, my name is Dr. Susan Walberg and you can come this way. Sorry, my receptionist wasn’t here to greet you, but she is out for the rest of the day.”
Mark followed her into a beautiful office and sat in a black leather chair, similar to the one in the waiting area.
“Mr. Cox, what brings you here today?”
Dr. Walberg noticed the scared look on Mark’s face and offered him a glass of water to ease the mood.
“No, I’m fine. I just never thought I would be speaking to a therapist. And usually when you think of therapists you visualize an old Caucasian lady with bottle-cap glasses and gray hair.”
Mark cursed himself on the inside, not believing what he had just said. Dr. Walberg made him nervous and jittery. He couldn’t keep his hands still and kept nervously rubbing them over his pants.
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said while fidgeting with her glasses and looking to the floor.
“What brings you here today, Mr. Cox?”
“Well, . . . I don’t even know where to begin; I’m kind of new to this. I’ve never told anyone any of these things before and I’m kind of hesitant. I don’t know if I can open up so easily, to be honest.”
“That is perfectly okay. There is nothing to be ashamed of Mr. Cox and no reason to rush. Take your time. A lot of my patients feel the exact same way at their first visit. You are not alone. It sometimes helps to walk around, look out the window at the view, and just relax. We have a lot of time so please only begin when you feel most comfortable.”
As Mark walked over to the window Dr. Walberg noticed how excessively handsome he was. He was a perfect dark chocolate complexion with a muscular build, a perfectly shaped goatee, and eyes that would make a woman cum just by staring too long.
Why are all the attractive ones crazy? Susan thought.
Breaking her concentration from looking at his ass, Mark asked where he should start.
“Start wherever you feel most comfortable and then we will go from there.”
With hesitation and butterflies Mark took a deep breath.
“I guess the best place to start is at the beginning.”
“That is always a good start,” Dr. Walberg said.
“It all started eleven years ago when I was seven. My mother ran off on my father and me and he was stuck raising me on his own. My father had the philosophy of work hard for what you want and don’t let anything get in the way. He worked hard and became successful at what he did. My father and I had a mental understanding. I knew he loved me and wanted the best for me, but he was not the parental type. Fast forward—I had just turned sixteen and had passed my drivers’ test. My father bought me a three series BMW sedan to celebrate. His way of showing love was awarding me with luxury gifts. Despite him hardly being home we had a great life and I admired him for not sending me to boarding school like many of my friends’ parents did. He will always get my respect and love for that.”
“Not to interrupt but what did your father do?” Susan asked.
“Oh, he owns an entertainment law firm in California.”
“Okay, please continue,” Susan said while writing in her notepad.
“Like I mentioned before, everything was running smoothly until one night he brought a woman home. My father was in his late fifties and this lady was around thirty-five. Now my father had brought women home before, but it was never anything serious. Due to his busy schedule, most women would stay for a few months and enjoy the perks. However, once they realized he was never going to stay home longer than three days, they would leave.
“This time . . .” Mark took a breath as he reminisced. “For some reason, when I looked at her and the way my father looked at her, I knew she was different. I just . . . I just knew she was there to stay. My father introduced us and we went to dinner. Over dinner the conversation was light and Dad told me how they met, how he really liked her and enjoyed the time they shared. I personally didn’t care much about her or the conversation. I just wanted dinner to be over so I could head to a friend’s house for a party. And then . . . the bombshell hit, he said the words that would change my life forever. Mark, Linda and I are getting married in Vegas this weekend; she will be your new mother,” Mark said imitating his father’s voice.
“Doc, I was beyond stunned. I could not even wrap my head around what he was saying. I think it was more of how he said it than what he said. I did not mind him getting re-married but trying to replace my mother, that just wasn’t going to fly.”
Susan thought about how this was going to turn out to be another boring Mommie-left-me story and how he didn’t get along with the new stepmother. She had treated hundreds of clients like him and it never surprised her how the Wall Street guys claim to have issues but they really don’t. She returned her attention to Mark and pretended to be listening, when what she was really thinking about was what to cook for dinner that night.
“Quickly running through the story. They got married that weekend and she officially became my new stepmom. Over the next two years things remained the same, there was just one woman in the house besides the housekeepers. I didn’t have anything against Linda and she didn’t seem to have anything against me. We stayed away from each other. Dad, like usual, was working always, Linda would shop, and I would go to school and play football.”
Susan stopped thinking about herself for a second when she heard Mark mention that he and the stepmom never interacted. She wondered what the issue was if he and the stepmom rarely spoke to each other or interacted. It was time for her to pay close attention to Mark’s story. Something told her that he was more than what met the eye.
“I was a New Year’s Day baby and for my eighteenth birthday I decided to throw a New Year’s Eve bash to celebrate. Linda helped me plan the event and my father even showed up, making the party a success. Things were going by so fast for me. Between school and football in my senior year time sped by. I had even been offered a full scholarship to UCLA. When I wasn’t in school or at football practice, I was training on my own. Then over the summer things started to take a turn. Dad started working more than he usually does trying to close a merger. Linda started accusing him of sleeping with someone else. He would go on business trips more often, stay at work late, and according to her he had started to drink a lot. I never noticed anything. I guess call it the teens-only-think-of- themselves phase,” Mark said, raising his fingers in air quotes with a light chuckle.
“Knowing my father I knew he was just working extra hard making money, it was his thing. As weeks went by, Linda started to drink and smoke marijuana herself. The more she demanded that my father give her attention and satisfy her needs, the more he pushed her away or threw money at the problem. Until suddenly he couldn’t take the nagging and arguing anymore. He gave her an ultimatum to get herself together or leave by the time he returned from his next business trip. Anything that money couldn’t fix my father didn’t want to hear about or want them around. I used to hear them arguing all the time late at night when Dad finally did grace us with his presence from a business trip. Linda told him this last time that he was going away with his new mistress and that is why he wanted her to leave. My father left despite her pleas for him to stay and I heard her crying herself to sleep that night. It was a rainy night full of lightning and thunder. I couldn’t sleep so I went to the gym downstairs and decided to work off some tension. It was around three in the morning and I figured everyone including Linda should have been asleep. Until I glanced in the mirror and saw her standing in the doorway with a glass in her hand.”
Mark continued with his story reenacting the conversation between him and Linda.
“Oh Linda, you scared me, how long have you been standing there?”
“Not long, but long enough to find out that you are very fit for your age. I didn’t realize you have a six-pack. Your father used to have one, but now he just lets everything hang out.”
“Yeah, Dad has been busy lately and hasn’t been hitting the gym like he should. I’m leaving out so it’s all yours.”
“So soon. Don’t leave, have a drink with me?”
“Umm, no, it seems like you had enough already. Plus, I’m in training for college football.”
“Just one drink, Mark. Please. . . . You always run away from me, we never talk. No one in this house talks to me. I will not tell your coach or Dad I promise.”
“No thank you, Mrs. Linda, I’m just going to bed.”
“Please call me Linda, Mark, I’m not that old.”
“Sure thing Linda, catch you later.”
Mark removed himself from the chair and walked over to the window again. Even though he was in Dr. Walberg’s office he felt as if he was standing next to Linda again in his father’s home. He shut down but knew he had to continue to get this out of his system.
“As I started to walk past her, she came up to my face. She stood dead center in my face, touching my chest, and telling me how sexy I was, like my father.”
Okay, so now the story is starting to get interesting, Susan thought.
She realized this story shouldn’t be making her hot but it was and she couldn’t fight the feelings. It had been over a year since she had any sexual conversation or action and Mark was too damn fine. It was a deadly combination that equaled her pussy throbbing at her client who was pouring his heart out. She wanted to tell him to take a break but her curiosity got the best of her and she had to hear what happened next.
“I gently pushed her out of the way and told her goodnight. She gave me a disappointed stare; she couldn’t believe I rejected her. I actually felt sorry for her. I knew she was lonely and suffered from depression. I went back to my room, took a shower, and fell asleep. I awoke to pacing footsteps outside my door. I looked at the clock and it was four thirty and I could hear the heavy rainfall hit the gutters. Just when I was about to get up, out of nowhere Linda came and pounced on me. She had the biggest kitchen knife in her hand and said no one tells her “NO”. She told me how my father didn’t and neither will I. If I didn’t obey her she would slice me up and feed the pieces of me to the dogs. I couldn’t believe what was happening.”
“I pinched myself to see if I would wake up. I realized this wasn’t a dream and never before had I needed my father’s presence as much as I did then. At first I didn’t even realize that in the other hand she had a rope. She tied my hands over my head to the headboard and my feet to the footboard so I couldn’t move. I was too terrified to move, with or without the rope. She placed the knife on the nightstand beside my bed and told me to obey her or she would kill my father. I nodded, thinking she just wanted a kiss or to talk. She was drunk; I was hoping that she would pass out at any second and I could somehow get out of the ropes, take her to her bed, and pretend that this never happened. That second never came. She told me how the sexual tension had built up inside her and that I needed to help her release it. She untied her robe and dropped it on the floor. There she stood in front of me naked. The first naked woman I ever saw was my own stepmother.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cox, I hate to interrupt, but you were eighteen at the time of this incident, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Yet, you never had a girlfriend or any sexual encounters?”
“I had seen pornos and even kissed a few girls but I never went all the way. My father told me money was more important and that I shouldn’t get caught up with a gold-digger. Once the money came, the girls would follow. If I spent time with females while I was broke that would distract me from making my money. I believed him.”
“Okay, you can return to your story,” Susan said while writing more notes.
“She climbed on top of my chest and straddled her legs one on each side of me. She told me how I would thank her later on. Somehow she knew I was a virgin and said that I would now know what to do with a pretty woman the next time one offered me sex. She whispered in my ear that she would take it slow. Just thinking about it now I can feel her breath on my neck. She ran her hands across her left breast and pinched her nipple. She leaned over my face and told me to suck her nipple like you suck for breast milk, and that if I bit her too hard she would slice me. I was so terrified of what she might do to me or my Dad that I nodded my consent.”
“She placed her nipple in my mouth and I did my best not to bite her. While I was sucking and licking the nipple I started to hear sounds I had only heard in pornos. The feeling must have been good because she rose up a little bit, took her right hand and motioned it between her legs. She started fingering herself on my bare chest. I could feel her fingers going in and out with her juices dripping on me. After a few minutes of me you know . . . she said she couldn’t wait any longer and needed to cum now. She instructed me to do the same thing I did to her breast only this time she wanted me to suck her clit. I told her I didn’t know how and that I didn’t want to. She explained to me that it was the same as sucking her nipple and it would make her very happy. She reminded me that if I bit her she would slice me up.”
“My heart was pounding a thousand beats a minute as she gradually moved to put her vagina on my lips. When she did I couldn’t breathe. Then she lifted her body up a little more and said “ready, set, GO!” I sucked on her clit the same way she told me how to suck her nipples. She spread her lips using her feet on the bed for balance while I sucked her clit. All I could feel was her wetness on my chin. She told me to stop sucking and to lick her clit by moving my tongue up and down in a fast motion. Then to move it fast in circles for a few seconds and go back to sucking and she liked to be sucked hard. She told me her flower, the name she named her clit, loved the way my lips felt on her. I repeated that routine for the next five minutes, at which point she started quivering, shaking, and moaning real loud.”
“She placed her hands on the wall and sat on my face rotating her hips in a circular motion. She then put her hands behind her on the bed with one hand on her right breast and told me she was cumming. She was a squirter and she released herself all over my face. Afterwards she licked her juices off my face and kissed my lips to gather the rest. She loved the way she tasted. I couldn’t help but think how much of a turn-on this would be if I was with someone I really cared for. Or even liked. Now I couldn’t help but feel disgusted, ashamed, horny, and confused all at once. She climbed off me and told me how amazing my tongue was and how much better it is than my father’s. She went to return the favor. She pulled down my sweatpants and . . . she, she . . .”
“It’s okay, Mr. Cox. I know this is hard for you,” Susan said while thinking, please don’t stop this is the best story I’ve heard all year! “Do you need to take a break and grab some water? You’ve been talking for an hour.”
“Yes, please, just for a second. I just need a breather, let me just go to the restroom.”
Susan watched him as he left and thought about how emotionally confused he was. She wanted him to continue but then she wanted to hold and comfort him. She could feel the wetness between her legs and her nipples poking through her bra. This had never happened before and it shouldn’t be happening now, but Mark was making Dr. Walberg horny. She had never felt sexual urges for her clients. She moved her hips from side to side in the chair to feel the friction her thong was giving her.
As he entered the room Dr. Walberg noticed Mark had removed his jacket. The six-pack was visible through the neatly pressed button down he wore.
“Are you ready to continue or do you need more time?” Susan said as she admired his chest.
“No, I’m fine now.”
“Linda slowly removed my sweatpants and boxers and tossed them on the floor. I’m embarrassed to even say this, but after being tied up, a knife to me, and doing those things to her, I had an erection.”
“That is nothing to be embarrassed by Mr. Cox. Your body was stimulated and due to the fact that you had never experienced any sexual contact, it would have only been natural for you to have an erection.”
“I guess,” Mark said looking to the floor.
“Moving on. She mounted herself on my penis and started riding me like a cowgirl rides a horse. She bounced up and down in an awkward position. I realized that she was trying to ride me, but just didn’t know how,” he said, laughing awkwardly.
“She just bounced up and down, up and down with her fingernails clawed into my chest. Even though it hurt, it felt good at the same time. I tried to make my dick keep up with my mind and realize how wrong this was, but it wouldn’t. It stayed hard. A few minutes later she slowed down and kissed me with her tongue. She put her hand on her breast and put it in my mouth, while her hole was still wrapped around my penis. It felt wet and slippery. Then she moved farther back and moved her hips up and down on my penis without lifting herself. I could feel her walls tighten as she wrapped them around me. I could feel the waterfall running down inside her to my thighs. Then it was my turn. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed my bedpost and released so hard that I broke the headboard and was free of my ropes. The best physical feeling of my life mixed with the worst mental feeling. To make a long story short, Linda had sex with me that night and every other cold and stormy night. I tried to not be home when it rained, but if I were she would come into my bedroom and sleep with me. While I didn’t want her too it became a routine and I started looking forward to it. I told myself that she was a tension release and that I would take my anger toward her out on her. I would punish her pussy, in other words. Excuse my language, Doc.”
“You are fine, Mr. Cox, say whatever however you need to to get this off your chest,” Susan said.
She really wanted to say stop talking and fuck me on my desk, but that would have been inappropriate.
“She made me swear not to tell my father or to move out. She said if I moved out she would hurt my Dad and get away with it and inherit all his money. I never did tell my Dad and I still haven’t.”
“Well, Mr. Cox, that is quite the interesting story you have told me. Where is Linda now?”
“My father divorced her two years later. He found out that she had been sleeping with the tennis instructor. When I was about to turn twenty, she just stopped coming to see me. I guess I got too old for her. My father didn’t want to divorce her, but she wouldn’t stop sleeping around. She had seen over twenty different therapists here in New York trying to get help for her drinking and depression. He later found out that from the day they left Vegas she started sleeping with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, and the tennis instructor was the last straw.”
“Don’t you think it’s time to confront him?” Susan asked.
“After all these years, what’s the point? It would crush him to learn not only was his wife the whore of the city, but also a rapist. What would I say to him anyway? ‘Hey Dad, your ex-wife, Linda, used to come into my bedroom and have sex with me on stormy nights because you wouldn’t satisfy her sexually.’ Because of that bitch, excuse me, I am technically still a virgin at heart. Every stormy night I lie in my bed and think about what she did to me. And I hate him for it. He brought that tramp into our home and he didn’t protect me. I started hating him so much that the last year of our encounters I started enjoying having sex with her. It was payback for him not being around. I wanted him to find out. I would tell my friends hoping that someone would slip and tell him and maybe he would finally see me. It never happened.”
The tears began to fall as Mark released his pain.
“It seems you have a lot of hatred and rage toward your father although he doesn’t know what happened.”
“Yes, I do. Is that a bad thing?”
“Mr. Cox, I think you should talk to him. Tell him how you feel and what happened. You need closure before you can move on with your future. You can even bring him to one of your sessions. Maybe it would be easier to tell him with me here as support.”
“I’ve thought about telling him these last few years, but I can’t talk to him, not on that level. I haven’t spoken to him in over three years. When I turned twenty-one I got accepted to NYU Law, moved out here, and never looked back. I used to call weekly, then monthly, then bi-monthly until I never called and never returned his phone calls. I moved out here to escape the horror of sunny California. Can I ask you a question, Susan?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think there is something wrong with me being a twenty-seven-year-old virgin at heart? I’ve tried but I just never succeeded. The images of her always cloud my thoughts. I’ve had sexual encounters with girls but I do it to please them. It’s never been about me or what I want. I mean, would you ever consider sleeping with me or even dating me?”
“Mr. Cox, I am your therapist and I’m really not at liberty to answer that. However, I think any woman would be lucky to find someone like you. There is nothing wrong with you; you were a victim of sex against your will. It is sad to say, but this happens to so many people and they feel the same way you do. You are taking the first step by coming to see me. You don’t see it now but this was a big step forward.”
Starting to tear up again Mark went to sit next to Susan on the sofa. Susan had never felt so helpless as a therapist. She didn’t know what to say to Mark, normally she would babble on with her therapy language about taking it one day at a time. But with Mark she had this weird connection to him, she wanted to give him more than words.
“I just want to know when I am going to get my life together. My life at this point feels like I will never be complete or happy, relationship-wise.”
Susan hesitated before responding. Looking into his pretty hazel-brown eyes she noticed something she hadn’t seen before. She noticed that he wasn’t crazy like most of the guys that came in her office. He was just an emotionally confused guy who needed a strong woman to care for him. Against her brain telling her no over and over again, Susan took Mark’s head in her hands, looked in his eyes, and told him that he was fine.
“Mark, you are a successful, attractive young man and with my help you will get your life on track and will find true love.”
She wiped the tears from underneath his eyes and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Mark accepted the passionate kiss that led to soft lovemaking on the sofa. Susan gave Mark the greatest gift he could use at that moment, the gift of sharing her positive energy with him. She made love to him in a soft, sweet, mind-blowing way. Topping him off with the best blow job he had ever had. Never before had he wanted to cum. For the first time ever, he exhaled and released all his sweet juices in her, willingly. While lying on the floor spooning, Mark whispered thank you in Dr. Walberg’s ear.
“For what?”
“For giving me comfort and relief. I now know what it feels like to embrace someone. To share that connection of intimacy and having my body crave another person. Thank you.”
Susan smiled. She knew this would change everything, but she would hold out as long as she could.
“Doc, I’m kind of new at this whole dating thing, so what happens next?”
“First you can call me Susan instead of Doc. I think we are past that phase.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Mark said laughing.
“You can meet me next week for another appointment and we will take it from there. Don’t feel you owe me anything, Mark. I know this is a rough time for you and you are still wounded. I did this because I wanted to, not because I want you to owe me something. Don’t feel obligated to have to take me out and pretend. I don’t do this with my clients. I’m already so embarrassed. I just . . .You are so different; I just got caught up in the moment.”
“Don’t feel embarrassed, Susan, you gave me the greatest gift, trust me.”
Susan smiled as she began getting dressed. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.
“I know I’m damaged goods, but I like you and would like to see you again before next week if that’s okay.”
As much as Susan wanted to say no, yes escaped her lips instead.
“Call me later and we can talk about it.”
“Cool. I had fun, Susan, and even though our session ended differently from how we probably both thought it would, I want you to know that you have helped me. I wasn’t able to say Linda’s name for the longest time without shaking but now I can and I know it’s because I got this off my chest.”
Mark walked over and gave Susan one last kiss on her lips.
“I’ll call you tonight,” he said.
Watching him walking away Susan muttered “what a great guy.” Susan was floating on air and her insides were burning with pleasure. She hadn’t felt so excited in a long time. She felt like a schoolgirl and couldn’t wait to hear Mark’s voice again later that night. She hoped that he would come over to her place for round two, although she didn’t want to take him too fast.
“Gosh, I feel like the guy now trying to rush things in the bedroom. Slow down, Susan, you and Mark have plenty of time for more mind-blowing sex,” Susan said aloud as she applied lip gloss in the mirror on her office wall.
While walking to the elevator, Mark pulled out a list with several names on it and scratched off Dr. Susan Walberg’s name. He whispered to himself “fifteen down and five to go.”
Back in Susan’s office, she was calling her best friend Martha back after retrieving several messages from her. Martha Jones was the queen of gossip in the city and was the who’s who to know, especially to find out all the latest dirt and drama.
“Hey Martha, wassup honey?”
“Susan, I have been trying to reach you all day and your receptionist said you’ve been busy. What crazy nut have you been with today that had you all tied up?”
“Martha, you know I can’t tell you that and they’re not all crazy.”
“Well, what the hell were you doing? I’ve left you four messages. I wanted to do a movie tonight.”
“Well . . .”
“Oh my God, you slut did you sleep with one of your clients?”
“How did you . . .”
“Susan, you know your uptight ass can’t keep anything from me. I know when you’ve let it out for a breather, you sound different. It must have been good—details please.”
“Martha, it was amazing, I think he might be the one. He was so warm, passionate, and loving. Ughh, I can’t describe it, when I’m with him it’s like . . . it’s like . . . there are no words for it.”
“Damn, he blew your back out like that.”
“No, it wasn’t even all about the sex. We just had a connection. This is funny because he was a virgin, but it was so relaxing and romantic.”
“Wait, did you say a virgin?”
“Not a true virgin but technically yes.”
“I can’t believe you slept with one of your nutty clients, was he legal?”
“Yes, he was legal, I’m not a pedophile.”
“Well, I don’t know too many grown men that are virgins.”
“Martha, I told you he wasn’t really a virgin. Just emotionally he has been through some bad times and told me the sweetest thing, that I gave him the best gift ev—”
“Oh my God, oh my God , . . Susan, please tell me you didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“Susan, was his name Mark Cox?”
“How, how . , , did you know that?”
“I never thought your uptight ass would get caught up with him. Girl, Mark Cox is crazy. He is going around sleeping with all of these sexy therapists.”
“Martha, you are crazy. How do you know his name and why would he do that? Everything he told me felt so real. It couldn’t have been a lie, could it?”
“It depends on what he told you. If he told you about his father’s wife sleeping with him, then it’s true. It’s true, but he uses it so women will feel sympathetic and fuck him. That’s his line to say he’s still a virgin at heart.”
“But I don’t understand why he is targeting therapists to sleep with? This doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well, you did give him the gift he wants.”
“What is that?”
“Revenge?”
“Revenge?”
“Yes, revenge. From what I hear, Mark’s father found out that Linda had a few screws loose and needed some serious help. So he arranged for her to go to a treatment center in Long Island and set up appointments with therapists throughout the city. He tried one after another, but Linda would either sabotage the appointments or just not show. No one wanted to work with her. Straight nut basket. All the women therapists his stepmother went to who couldn’t or didn’t fix her, Mark’s going around messing with them emotionally. His motto is ‘I’m doing to you what she did to me so many nights and no one could stop her.’ Fucking with you—it’s emotional revenge. Some twisted shit, huh.”
“I can’t believe this, Martha, how could I be so stupid? Now that you mention it I do remember treating a Linda Cox several years ago and she only came for two sessions. She used sex as a weapon to get whatever she wanted from men. She didn’t like women, she thought they were out to get her. I didn’t put two and two together because she told me she lived in Atlanta not California or New York.
“Yeah, she’s a liar. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. I just never would have guessed you would have been caught up with him. I do hear he is quite the charmer. Dr. Arbin from Park Avenue had to shut down her practice and move down south. She was so embarrassed and had fallen head over heels in love with him. She’s now on anti-depressants.”
“Shouldn’t he be arrested or something?”
“For what? Sex? Girl, please.”
“Martha, I really liked him and I thought . . .”
“They all do sweetie, you are not the first and will not be the last. I hate to say it, but you got caught up in the Mark Cox revenge. Just be happy I told you about him before he charmed you some more. He usually stays around for two to three sessions, enough time for you to fall for him. Imagine, my best friend the great doctor caught up in a legend. Well, was it good?”
“Better than good, it was awesome, out of this world!”
“Yep, that’s usually how the story ends.”
Damn, Susan thought, feeling completely used and an emotional wreck.
* * * * *
“Hi, I would like to make an emergency appointment with Dr. Marcy Jefferson please.”
“Are you a new or current patient?”
“A new patient.”
“Okay, we just had a cancellation. Can you come back tomorrow around six?”
“Sure thing. The later the better,” he said.
“Great. You can fill out the rest of the forms when you return tomorrow, what is your name?”
As the receptionist looked up and made eye contact with the gentleman, he looked in her eyes, smiled, and said, “Mark Cox.”
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