Play to her strengths

Sheila glares at John. Who is he to tell her how to treat patients? He isn't the one who stayed up nights cramming for tests, who gave up years of her social life, who worked a full time job in med school. She had more experience making herself the best therapist she could be than he could ever concieve of.

"I think maybe you've always been an excellent therapist. I think that, from the beginning, you played to your strengths," he continues. "And I think sex is your weapon of choice. Besides how unbelievably beautiful you are, your every action and movement oozes sex. Your walk is sexy, your smile is inviting. I think this is just who you are, and I think it's part of your therapy."

Sheila starts to feel her anger bubble up at him calling her out like that, but a memory from high school invades Sheila's mind. The thing that got her interested in psychiatry in the first place. She'd spotted Jordan DeWinters sitting under the bleachers crying silently to himself. Being the compassionate person that she is, Sheila crawled in after to find out what was wrong.

She watched Jordan's jaw drop as she crawled in on her hands and knees, ass up high in the air, an easy view down her shirt. The distraction seemed to stop his silent sobbs. She sat next to him.

She asked him what was wrong, and after some coaxing, she learned that he had been made fun of again, this time for his achne. What surprised her was what she read in his tone. She got the feeling that, deep down, he thought he deserved it. This was a bit of an awakening. Not only could she intuitively diagnose his crippled self esteem, but she knew what to do.

"Hey, Jordan, I think we're totally alone here." He nods, and sniffles. The crying had started again when he told his story. "So that means we could get away with something here. If I fucked you here and now, no one would ever know. Except for you, of course. Every time those assholes picked on you, you'd know that you fucked the girl they drool over every day."

And they had fucked, right there under the bleachers. She made sure to play up how much she enjoyed it. Anything extra to boost the self confidence.

That was only the first problem her pussy solved. After that, it seemed like every single psychological issue anyone had could be solved by fucking.