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"Very good, Emily," said Frank. "Now come over here and give me a blowjob. Remember, a porn star doesn't just drop to her knees and suck cock. She has to make it special."

Emily smiled. She dropped to her hands and knees and and crawled over to Frank. "Hi there, you look like you could use a nice blow job."

"I could." Frank stood up and lowered his pants and sat back down.

Emily grabbed his cock and started stroking it. "How's this?"

"Nice start, but don't forget to lick my balls and work that tongue on my shaft."

Emily leaned in and started licking Frank's testicles. She then ran her tongue up and down his cock before sucking on it. She deep-throated him while Frank put his hands on her head and face-fucked her. After he came, he pulled her off. "Very nice, but you need to make some audition tapes. I'll be glad to help. I'll give you my address, and you come over this weekend and we'll make some tapes for you to shop around the porn studios. It's the least I can do, and I see that performing sex acts has totally cured you of your stage fright."

"Thank you so much, doctor!" said a bubbly Emily. She got up, dressed, and left with Frank's address on the back of his business card.

The intercom went off. "Mia Sarkasian is on line one."

"What the fuck?" asked Frank. Dr. Sarkasian was on the board of the state psychologist licensing board. "Just needs a good fuck," mumbled Frank. He answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Frank, we have some complaints about you," said Dr. Sarkasian, getting right to the point.

"What? I've done nothing wrong."

"Well, I have heard some of your hypno-therapy sessions turned rather sexual."

Frank rolled his eyes. Before he came up with the method of giving AGS, he had tried some other techniques on female patients, and some did not go as planned. "Look, let me meet with you and show you my technique."

"Fine, come by at four today." She hung up without another word.

"Bitch!"

At four o'clock, Frank walked into Dr. Sarkasian's office. She did not even look up; in fact, she was reading a newspaper article.

"Your rather hot for a being such a cold-stone bitch," thought Frank. "Ignore me when I walk in to prove you can make me wait.