Intermission: Private Time in a Public Space

“Hi. I’m here for an appointment with Doctor Reeves… It should be under the name Farah Dixon.”

Sophia fought back the subtle urge to lean over the desk and kiss the receptionist, the physical distance and barrier weakening it to a manageable degree. The woman looked up from her computer as she spoke.

“Hmm. Oh, yes. I’d heard he’d arranged for a joint session today. Is your friend here with you?”

“Um, no. She’s going to be a little late.”

“That’s okay. We’ve had a cancellation today so the doctor won’t mind holding on a few minutes for you. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll let him know that you’re here.”

“Thank you.”

Sophia accepted the invitation to catch her breath, planting herself on a sofa in the corner of the room. She’d rushed over here certain that she was going to be late, only to find her friend had yet to arrive herself. Such wasn’t super unusual for Farah. Her earnest attempts to be punctual were always at odds with the schedule she kept tightly packed. It meant Sophia had a few minutes alone with her thoughts though and that was the last thing she wanted right now…

The memory of what Sophia had done in the pool lounge would not stop playing over and over in her head. After leaving the bar she’d fled back home and ran straight for the shower, **** to wash away the taint of it. No matter how hard she scrubbed though, no matter how many times she gargled mouthwash and brushed her teeth, she was never able to make it go away. She still felt the stiff penis of her lover’s best friend filling her mouth and tasted it on her lips. She still felt that gross, sticky fluid clinging to her face and breasts no matter how clean they looked to the eye. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Declan’s hairy crotch thrusting towards her face.

And the worst part was that she knew that, if she was just a little bit stronger, if she hadn't given up quite so easily, then none of that would have happened. But Sophia simply wasn't strong enough to fight off the alien impulses infesting her brain. Her faith wasn't strong enough to remain true to Alan. She was just so frustrated with it all. Angry at Declan for so readily betraying his best friend and using her like some tart. Furious at the show runners who had **** her into this messed up situation. But most of all frustrated at herself. Every time the situation played out in her head she thought up new ways she could have gotten out of it. If only she was smarter. If only she was more adaptable. If only she had a stronger will…

> Th-That's enough! I have to stop this. I can't let Farah walk in on me on the verge of tears.

Sophia buried her face in her palms. She couldn't stop the images from flooding into her mind, but she needed to stop beating herself up over it while she was out here in public. There was no one else in the waiting room, the receptionist presumably having left to speak to the doctor, but that could always change at any second. This was a place of healing. She'd come here to undo the horrific changes that had been made to her mind. Things were going to get better. She had all the time in the world to berate and punish herself for her weakness later, but right now she needed to focus on what she did still have control over.

Sophia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying her best to detach herself from the maelstrom of emotions churning away inside. For a blissful moment she was successful in completely emptying her mind before the vision flashed before her eyes again. Knees on floor, head in crotch, cock in mouth… She just needed something, anything to turn her focus to to keep her mind from conjuring that image for just a few minutes before Farah arrived. Nothing seemed to work though. The image was always there, relentlessly worming its way back into her thoughts. She couldn’t ignore what she’d done. All she could hope to try now was to step back, subdue her emotions and view the images flashing through her mind through a cold, logical lens.

> S-so… that was… a ‘blowjob’ then? That’s what men are so obsessed with? That’s what the showrunners would have me spend my whole life doing?

She wasn’t naive. She’d heard the word ‘blowjob’ before, even long before she'd been dragged onto the show. She’d known it involved a woman putting a man’s penis in their mouth, but that was really as far as her knowledge on the subject went before today. If she really thought about it she probably could have figured out what happened after that, but she never had the slightest inclination to do so. Penises were gross. Semen trebly so. She tried to spend as little time thinking about either of them as possible, let alone having them anywhere near her mouth.

Perhaps she couldn't afford to remain so ignorant on the subject though, now that the show had made it a very real threat. She needed to know exactly what the showrunners wanted from her if she were to have a chance to avoid that fate. She couldn’t let her squeamish nature get in the way of attaining knowledge that could prove essential to avoiding the traps the show laid out for her.

At some point Sophia had brought her phone out without realising it. She opened her Web app and typed the word into the search engine. Immediately it returned the results she expected: a list of link after link to porn sites promising videos more graphic than Sophia had ever dared to watch. She almost went to tap on one but something stayed her hand. If she was going this far for research, she might as well make the material as relatable to herself as she could at least. As though something was urging her to do it, she went back to add new words to the search bar. ‘Blowjob huge tits brunette’. She hated to type them in but she knew that was the ‘sexy’ way to describe women like her, or the least degrading of them anyway.

Something was ringing distant alarm bells in Sophia’s head but she chose to ignore it. She tapped the first link and was immediately treated to a carnal display of naked skin as the preview image loaded, showing the woman starring in the video. She did look quite a bit like Sophia she had to admit, though her hair was much longer, her lips plumped up and her body was adorned with various tattoos. Her breasts were nearly as big as Sophia’s too surprisingly. They had a very spherical shape to them that Sophia concluded must mean they were fake… though she guessed her own were fake now as well in a way. She'd been reminded of that well enough during her last intermission.

Sophia cast her eyes away from the screen for a moment to rummage through her bag for her wireless earphones. She wasn't sure why she felt so inclined to listen to the audio. Perhaps it would hold some vital information. Regardless, there was no way she could play it out loud here in public, and so she slipped a bud into one ear before she began.

She didn't know what to expect as the scene began to play out. Sophia had watched porn before as part of her intimacy training, but the videos she watched were always heavy on romance and less so on hardcore eroticism. Petting, grinding and kissing with maybe a handjob to climax. She had a feeling that was far from the norm for pornography and what she was about to see may make her deeply uncomfortable. For a second she questioned what she was doing and why she was doing it here and now of all places, but the thought was quickly swept aside by her own momentum. She was so nervous she could feel her heart thumping in her chest.

The starring lady was visible from the first shot, though for the time being she was fully clothed in a very skimpy ensemble. She was biting her lip and smiling widely as she did a slow dancing walk towards the camera.

“You like what you see baby?”

“Mmm yeah.”

It was only on hearing a guy respond from behind the camera that Sophia noticed the pair of legs poking out from the bottom of the screen and she realised the video was being taken from the man's point of view. The woman continued to shimmy over until she stood between them then gracefully lowered herself down to perch on her knees.

“I bet I know what you're looking at.”

She made sure to settle her breasts in her suitor’s lap as she descended, giving an ample view to the camera as she did. The way the camera was positioned, it was almost like Sophia was the one holding it, and she could imagine the girl kneeling there in front of her in the waiting room. She felt a bit sheepish to have the woman so close to her but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Something inside her was urging her to keep watching.

“You want a better view baby?”

“Fuck, yeah. Let me see those titties.”

Before she'd even settled into place the girl was reaching up to shrug her top off. The bra followed quickly after before she straightened her back and pushed up to fill the screen with her bosom. Sophia instinctively pulled back as though the girl's chest might hit her, so immersed was she in the scene she was watching. Every inch of the girl’s bust was visible to her in high definition.

“Looks like someone’s excited to see me.”

The action was picking up so much faster than what Sophia was expecting, reaching in minutes what her videos would spend half an hour ramping up to. The woman was running her hands up the man’s legs, converging on a very significant bulge in his underwear. Sophia barely noticed she was holding her breath in nervous anticipation, or that she’d brought the phone right up to her face ready to take in every single detail. Her body grew tense as the woman worked the band of his briefs down the man’s hips, slowly revealing the base of a thick snake beneath. Lower and lower it went until…

Sophia’s eyes snapped wide open as the penis sprung out of its holding.

> Wh-what the- How is it so big?!

Between the penises she’d seen of Jason, Declan and Alan, Sophia had built up some expectation of the size they could be, but what lay on screen completely shattered that understanding. It had to be nearly twice as long and thick as Alan’s. It was a monster. Sophia twisted her head away in embarrassment to be looking at it but still her eyes remained on the screen. She could see every vein, every wrinkle, every pore in high definition. It was already twitching in anticipation, churning Sophia’s stomach with every vulgar spasm, but she couldn’t help but feel some tiny part of her in awe, impressed at the size of this manhood that challenged what she thought possible. The actress looked similarly impressed. Her eyes sparkled with playful giddiness.

> This… this is really what women like?

Seeing the other woman so excited over the engorged organ sowed tiny slivers of doubt in Sophia's mind. Did other women really get turned on by this sort of thing? Was she that weird for not finding this big lumpy organ appealing? Would her friends and sister be salivating over the sight that lay on screen? Did Lena and Heather and Amy spend evenings touching themselves to videos like these? She could never have imagined her sister doing something so filthy but now the thought was worming its way into her brain unbidden.

Without any fanfare, the actress launched into the main act of the video, readily and greedily taking the phallus into her mouth before Sophia could think to react. With practised expertise she settled into smooth rhythmic motions bobbing her head along the length of the shaft. Sophia could only watch with mouth agape as the organ partially vanished between her lips, only making it halfway in before the actress had to pull back. There was no foreplay. No build-up. Just straight into taking someone else's body deep into her own.

> Was this what I looked like to Declan?

The thought sent a shiver down Sophia's spine. The actress looked so alike to her that she could see herself in the woman's place, but the girl looked so docile with her big eyes looking up longingly, so content with her position that it almost seemed completely natural for her to have a thick, veiny organ thrusting into her face. The idea that she might have looked similarly at home herself with Declan’s nasty, throbbing phallus sliding between her lips made Sophia’s stomach churn. The act made the actress look so vulgar, objectified and subservient to the man looming over her; all the adjectives Sophia most dreaded being attributed to herself.

Yet despite how gross the video looked to Sophia, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She was mesmerised by the sight of the woman impaling herself on the huge member, in and out, in and out, over and over. The sound of male and female moans reverberated together in her ear. She wanted so badly to shut it all off and purge any trace of the video from her phone but something about it was strangely captivating to her. In and out, in and out, on and on it went…

“Hey Sophia. Sorry I'm late. I just could not get out of work fast enough.”

Sophia jumped in her seat as her friend's voice sounded in front of her. She hadn't heard Farah come in, engrossed as she was in the video. She was caught completely off guard as her body moved on autopilot to accept her friend in an embrace. She shuffled forward in her seat to allow the girl to bend down and lock lips with her. Sophia blushed as she realised she was making out with her friend. Their tongues met and brushed together like two lovers meeting for the first time in months. She could taste her friend’s cherry lip gloss as it smeared across her lips. The intimate exchange only lasted a few seconds before Farah pulled back, wearing an expression like what they’d done was the most natural thing in the world.

“What are you watching there?”

“Oh, u-u-uh, n-nothing!”

Sophia stammered as she realised what her friend had walked in on. This was so unlike her and there was no way she could let Farah know what it was that she’d been watching…

And yet somehow she couldn't bring herself to put her phone away.

> I can't stop now. I need to finish the video.

A sense of purpose had overtaken Sophia. Something was telling her she needed to finish what she’s started. Her body tensed up as she recognised the work of the compulsion that had had her grinding her breasts against a table and her bum into a man’s crotch before. Even here they wouldn't let her be. She was trapped once again, too exhausted from her recent ordeals to muster any resistance, **** to watch pornography as her friend stood before her unaware. Terrified her friend might see the vulgar things she’d been looking at, Sophia quickly tilted her phone away as Farah craned her neck to peek.

“H-h-hold on! It's just something from Alan. I-it’s private! I'm sorry.”

“Oh, okay, fine… I'll leave you to it then.”

Farah retreated and set herself down on the seat next to Sophia. Though she couldn’t see her face, Sophia could hear the annoyance in her friend’s voice at being brushed off.

“No, wait. It's okay. We can still talk if you want.”

Sophia tried to look her friend in the eye but the most she could manage was a few seconds before her own gaze was dragged back to the pornographic display on her screen. She knew Farah wouldn't be pleased to see her distracted during a conversation but there was nothing she could do about that. She had to see the video through to the end. She couldn't just stop watching halfway through. At least now she could be thankful that it had skipped past the foreplay. It was a short video she’d put on. She’d only need to divide her attention for a few more minutes before it was over.

“What's with the getup anyway? You looking to chat up the doctor? I've never seen you wear something like that before.”

“Oh, this? Uh… It was… It was a gift from Lena... I didn't realise it was- I was in a rush. I thought it was a normal top.”

Splitting her focus was harder than Sophia thought and she scrambled to explain to her friend what she was wearing. Upon scrubbing herself clean after the pool lounge incident Sophia hadn't wanted to wear anything resembling what she'd worn there. No tanks, no jeans, even her bras made her skin crawl to look at as she remembered the one she’d left behind for the pervy boys to claim. She'd thought that she grabbed a normal t-shirt. The red flag for her should have been how tight it was across most of her chest, but she had too much on her mind to notice in her rush out the door. It was only on a red light at a junction that she looked down to see a great cleavage window down the front of it. It was so embarrassing to think about presenting herself to a therapist like that that she thought about turning around right then, but she was already running late enough for her appointment as it was. If only she had known that Farah was going to be late as well she would have bit the bullet and saved herself from wearing yet another outfit that put her chest on gratuitous display.

“Well it's like Lena said anyway. You'll have to get used to showing a little skin if that's the way you want your body to look now.”

“I-... Y-yeah.”

There was a certain edge to Farah's voice as she spoke on the topic. Sophia recalled how the girl had responded on first seeing her new figure, upset at the sudden change that went against everything she thought she knew about her friend. Sophia had to remind herself that, though her breasts had been **** onto her, to her friends it looked like she'd made a major life decision without consulting with any of them, and that likely stung the pride of the girl who confided so much of her own feelings in her. Before she could think to formulate a response, however, Farah had already moved the conversation on.

“So… how are you feeling? About the hypnotherapy, I mean. You’re finally gonna summon up some confidence in your own body after all this time feeling so ashamed of it. You nervous?”

“I… Y-Yeah… a little. I, uh… I really hope it works like you said.”

Sophia had no intention of talking to the therapist about her body like Farah thought she was though. The last thing she wanted was to just roll over and accept what the showrunners were transforming her into and have the doctor brainwash her into thinking she liked the slutty breasts the show had given her. The only reason she was here was to see if hypnosis would be any help in combating the compulsions that had been planted in her head.

As they spoke Sophia's eyes continued to trace the lips of the woman on her screen as they gyrated back and forth along the man's shaft. She was picking up pace now, close to bringing him to orgasm right before Sophia's eyes. It was so distracting it was difficult to pay attention to what her friend was saying, especially with a woman moaning so loudly in her ear that Sophia was shocked Farah couldn't hear it. Sophia was so embarrassed. The normality of their conversation only made it stand out more how dirty and uncomfortable it was to be watching pornography in public. She was scared and paranoid that Farah might figure out what she was doing at any moment and label her some kind of freak.

“It will, I promise. Graeme's really good at what he does. Once he's fixed this up for you, you'll want his help with all your other little mental hang-ups too.”

“Graeme?”

“Oh, right, did I not mention? I've known this guy from my psych course at Uni. He’s always been really serious about learning hypnosis to help people. That's why I trusted him enough to start coming here. Sure he doesn’t have twenty years of experience, but he's helped me out with so many things like I told you about before. Trust me. You're in good hands with him.”

Sophia managed to break her gaze away from the screen for a second to look her friend in the eye. Despite the ire she could feel radiating from the girl at how she was behaving, and her complete ignorance for what was truly going on, Sophia knew her friend truly only wanted what was best for her. She wanted to acknowledge that much.

“Thanks Farah. For bringing me here.”

“It's nothing, really. Thank me once the doctors fixed your confidence and you can strut your stuff without a care for who's watching.”

“Y-yeah. Right.”

Sophia managed to maintain eye contact for a tender second longer before a guttural moan dragged her attention back to her phone. It was becoming evidently clear now that a climax was only seconds away. She tried desperately to avert her gaze, having no desire at all to see it happen, but the best she could manage was to flicker her eyes back to Farah for fractions of a second. All of her focus was being pulled into the thick, veiny phallus as it shoved faster and harder into the actress's mouth. She barely processed that Farah had started talking again.

“Are you going to be able to talk to the doctor on your own, Sophia? I know you found it embarrassing enough telling us, your friends, about this whole ‘I need huge boobs to feel like a real woman’ thing. I can pull him aside to explain everything to him for you if you need me to.”

“I, uh… y-yeah, I'll be… I'll be fine.”

Sophia murmured out as best a response as she could to whatever her friend asked her. On screen the man had pushed the actresses head down into his crotch. The woman just seemed to let it happen, taking the shaft in further than Sophia would have thought possible as the man took the lead in thrusting his pelvis toward her.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re fine. Please, Sophia, can you just put that phone down for one second. This is important.”

“I, uh… J-Just a sec… I’m nearly-”

“Oh fuck, baby. Fuck! Take it.”

The actress was like a ragdoll, her head held in place as the man shoved his penis into her as hard as he could, over and over and over. It was so graphic, so brutal to Sophia’s eyes that they almost teared up. She didn’t want to see this, a woman being so utterly used with no concern for her at all. And yet the eyes looking back at her from the screen were full of desire and admiration. How could the woman be enjoying this so!?

From off to her side Sophia barely registered an exasperated moan from her friend.

“Whatever. It’s fine. I can see this whole thing is stressing you out. I'll talk to Graeme for you. I’ll pull him aside before the session and I’ll explain it all to him so you don’t need to hear it. You just leave it to-”

“Fuck, here it comes!”

Farah’s irritated tone was drowned out by the groans of the man from the video. Sophia watched enraptured as he reached climax, his whole body shaking from the exertion. He gripped the actress’s head with both hands, jerking her about carelessly with every spasm like she was some toy to be thrown around at his leisure. Her face scrunched up as she endured the ordeal and took his load inside her. Sophia knew from her experience with Declan that each of his grunts accompanied a shot of semen straight into the girl’s mouth. It wasn't until the fourth groan that she saw it though, spilling out from the corners of the girl’s lips and dribbling down her chin in spurts as more of the salty slime was pumped into her face. Eleven grunts was what it took before it all came to an end. The actress lingered for a second as though he might have started shooting another round before she finally pulled her head back from his lap.

“Let me see.”

The actress tilted their head back and opened their mouth wide as the camera moved in closer to her face. Sophia was presented with a closeup shot of the blowjob’s aftermath. Thick, cloudy semen coated the girl’s tongue and cheeks, forming a pool that submerged the entire back half of her mouth. It was a sight that made Sophia feel dirty, remembering how that same substance had tarnished her own skin just an hour before and came so close to filling her own mouth as well. The camera panned around, as though this filthy mess was something to be admired like art from every angle.

“Now swallow.”

The girl closed her mouth and took a deep gulp before opening wide to show the seed all gone. Sophia almost gagged at the thought of it all sliding down into her belly. How did other women stomach swallowing that slime? Enjoy it even? Did Lena, Amy and Heather love the taste of semen as much as this woman clearly did? For once Sophia regretted not knowing anything of her friend’s sex lives. She only had this wanton woman’s behaviour to project onto them, and she didn’t like to think her friends and sweet sister were like this behind closed doors.

“Good girl.”

The actress giggled in response to his compliment as the man ran a tender hand through her hair. Sophia couldn’t help but think of Alan as he did. Was this what her beloved wanted from her too? This was the thing that all men wanted, right? Was Alan too polite and considerate to admit that he had these sorts of filthy fantasies for her? It was difficult to imagine her Alan having such vulgar desires, but she’d long since accepted that he was a man with sexual needs.

Did she… owe him to let him have this, after what she’d done with his best friend?

With one last lingering shot of the actress delivering a kiss to the tip of the monstrous member the screen faded to black, and Sophia felt the compulsion fade from her mind. She immediately cast her phone away out of sight, having no desire to dwell on it any longer, and leaned in to hug her friend’s side.

“Oh God, Farah. That was so rude of me. I’m so sorry!”

“I, uh, Sophia?”

Farah must have been confused at her sudden change in attitude but Sophia pressed on regardless. This was her one chance to clear the air between them. It wasn’t her fault that her body had taken on this lewd shape, but that wasn’t something she could say to Farah and she couldn’t stand the friction it was placing between them. She had to take responsibility.

“Listen. I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about my operation. It wasn’t right for me to make such a big change without talking to you first. We’ve always been open with each other about everything and I’ve betrayed your trust in me. I’m so sorry Farah. Will you forgive me?”

“I- y-yeah, of course. Of course I’ll forgive you. Um… Thank you for apologising, I... I-It did bother me. That you didn’t tell me anything. That you… lied to me about how you feel about your body. I know you said you were confused but you should have told me. I would have helped you figure it out.”

“I know you would. You’re right. I should have talked to you.”

“Then, uh… Will you talk to me later? About how you really feel.”

“I…”

The question gave Sophia pause for a second. It wasn’t like she could turn Farah down now after what she’d said, but that meant committing herself even further to the lie Lena had made up for her. It seemed every time she talked to her friends now she was digging herself deeper into the hole that she was some closeted pervert that wanted everyone to see her as a walking pair of chest balloons. The fact that her friends were so supportive of the idea only made it worse, all completely taken in by the bimbo imagery the show was trying to paint her over with. There was nothing she could do about that though. This was the bed she’d made and now she had to lie in it.

“Yes. I’ll tell you everything.”

“And promise me you’ll talk to me before any more big changes, okay?”

“Absolutely. I won’t leave you in the dark again.”

“Thanks Sophia. Then yes. I do forgive you.”

With those words Farah relaxed and sunk into Sophia’s embrace. For a brief moment Sophia enjoyed the feeling of having resolved the tension between them as they sat with an arm around each other.

“Listen Sophia. There’s something I should tell you too. It might come up during the therapy session. I was intending to tell you when we met up at the Acre last week but… y’know.”

> You felt I betrayed you, right? It’s fine. I understand.

“Oh? What is it?”

“I’ve, well… I’ve asked Graeme to make me interested in sex.”

What Farah said was the last thing Sophia was expecting. It took a moment for the words to sink in. She straightened up and looked her friend dead in the eye.

“F-Farah?!”

“Hold on Sophia. Don’t get it twisted. I feel no shame about my asexuality at all. It’s just… seeing you and Alan got me thinking. I may be asexual, but Emi isn’t. She still has a libido and all that. I’ve tried to do stuff for her but it never really feels good for her. She can tell my heart is never really in it. I feel like I’m depriving her of something she needs in a relationship. And after hearing about the lengths you’re going to for Alan I thought maybe hypnosis can help with this issue too. So I came to Graeme about it and he agreed to help me out.

“Graeme’s a good person though, don’t get me wrong. He was super uncomfortable about my request at first and he certainly didn’t agree to conversion therapy or anything like. After we talked it out though, he did have one idea for me. You see, I’m really good at hyper-focusing on one thing when I’m working, blocking out unnecessary thoughts and phasing out any distractions. It's something I really enjoy doing. Graeme called it a ‘flow state’, and he says that’s why hypnosis works so well on me. Anyway, so he thought, why not temporarily turn all that focus onto my girlfriend’s body, train me to see pleasuring Emi as a task I can put all my attention into doing as well as I can? There’s no need for me to be aroused by sex. I just need to enjoy the act of doing it for her, you know?

“That’s what we’ve been doing together the last few sessions. He’s working on giving me a trigger word that I can give to Emi on her birthday, to put me into a focus-state where every ounce of my attention is dedicated to making her feel good. Emi gets a girlfriend who is enthusiastic about her sexual pleasure, and I get to switch off half my brain for a while and enjoy having one task to set the other half to.”

Sophia was aghast at what she was hearing from her friend. She couldn't understand. All this time she'd struggled against the compulsions that the show had **** on her and here Farah was willingly giving up her free will to someone else!?

“Y-You really want that? To be **** to have sex at someone else's command?!”

“It's not brainwashing Sophia. Hypnosis works with you, not against you. I'd snap out of it pretty sharpish if she triggered it in a restaurant or something, unless, you know, I wanted to try something risqué. But yeah, I don't mind giving up self-control once in a while if it's to make her happy. That’s a pretty normal dynamic in the bedroom. One’s the sub and the other one takes control. Lena or Amy could tell you all about that.”

Sophia remained silent, having no response to what Farah had said. There was a lot to process in what she'd just been told and she knew she wouldn't have enough time here to do it. One thing that stood out to her though was how far Farah was willing to go for her partner. Sophia had decided to let herself succumb to her compulsions with Alan, but only as a one-time affair to alleviate her own guilt for betraying him so completely. Farah had decided unprompted to give the keys to her sex life over to her girlfriend. That was a huge commitment that showed the depth of trust and love between them. What did it say about Sophia that she could never fathom doing what Farah was doing for Alan, that she valued her own autonomy over the trust she held for the man who loved and supported her unconditionally? Was she a selfish lover that she was unwilling to consider giving him that switch, to turn herself into that perfect fantasy of his, even just temporarily?

The girls continued to sit in silence for a minute longer before the door opened from beside the desk to reveal the receptionist.

“The doctor is ready to see you now.”

“Thank you.”

Sophia rose to her feet and followed after her friend as the receptionist held the door open for them. They proceeded through a small hallway to the therapist’s office where a man was holding another door open for them.

“Farah. It’s a pleasure to see you again. I hope things have been going well for you since our last appointment.”

“They have, thank you Graeme.”

“This must be the friend you were telling me about, here for a taster session to see if hypnotherapy will be of any help.”

“Yes, this is my friend, Sophia.”

The therapist looked quite a bit older than Sophia was expecting. Though Farah had claimed he was around their age, the white coat and tie, trimmed beard and ash grey specks in his hair made him look to be ten years older than the girls. It must have been an intentional choice on his part to appear more mature and authoritative. His voice was measured and calming. Sophia could certainly see it being easy to drift off listening to it.

“It’s nice to meet you Dr Reeves.”

“Graeme is fine, if you like. There’s no need for formality. It’s important that we all feel comfortable here if we are to have the best chance of success with potential treatment. May I call you Sophia?”

“Yes. That’s okay.”

“I’d like a word with you before we start Graeme, if that’s alright.”

Farah glanced at Sophia with a shallow smile as she said that, but Sophia wasn’t quite sure what it meant. She must have wanted to talk with the doctor about her own treatment, about the trigger word he was giving her to focus on her girlfriend’s sexual needs. Perhaps there were details she was shy to discuss in front of her friend.

“Absolutely. Sophia, why don’t you head on in and make yourself comfortable. We’ll follow you in a few moments. Take a seat wherever you like.”

Sophia did as she was asked, stepping into the therapist’s office as the man stepped out, closing the door gently behind him. The room was spacious yet cosy. There were bookshelves, potted plants and a faux fireplace to make the room feel warmer. A cluster of sofas, recliners and bean bags to sit on were set out in a ring. Choosing the one that looked comfiest to her, Sophia sat down and allowed herself to lay back into a comfortable settee. Though she was still nervous about what was about to happen, the environment did a good job at putting her at ease. Not wanting to look at her phone right now, Sophia simply sat and waited for the others to return. Finally after what was likely a few minutes she heard the door open and the pair of them stepped back in.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting Sophia. I think we’re ready to begin.”