Hands-on approach with Caitlin

"My thought is that it's an act of destruction. A violation of personal property. An act that would have gotten you arrested and sued in your old life. If we met before The Click and you did this to me, I would scream and have you thrown out of this building. Or maybe even beat you up myself." She said calmly, "I would feel violated, angry, scared. My sense of safety would be shattered. My professional demeanor would be a distant memory. But now…" Her gaze dropped to her torn blouse. "Now… it's a validation. A confirmation. A proof that I'm on your radar. That you see me as someone you can do this to. That you see me as worthy of your attention. And it feels… good."

"Good how?" Liam pressed.

"Good in a way that's… hard to explain. In this new life, it's… flattering. You looked at me, and you saw something you wanted. And you took it. No hesitation. No asking for permission. That's a turn on. And feel wise? My mind is telling me this is therapeutic. My body is telling me it wants more. My cunt is getting wet. My nipples are hard. My pulse is… well you get it. All of this is a direct response to your action. The 'evil' action you were so worried about." Caitlin said calmly. "So what's next? What else do you want to do to me? What's your next 'evil' act?"

Liam looked down at her chest. At her breasts. He wanted to see them. All of them.

"Right… So what if I ask you to do a striptease for me?" He goes back to sit on his chair. "Strip for me. Now."

Caitlin's smile widened. "Of course. Anything for you." She said with a genuine, warm smile. "Should I keep my heels on?"

Liam nodded.

"Then I will." She said, "I might not be the first woman you use, but I assume I'm the first that never knew you before. Do I get that right?" She asked as she began to move.

"You are." Liam confirmed.

"Then let's make it special. A proper introduction." Caitlin began to move with a slow, sensual rhythm, murmuring as she did. She started by sliding what's left of her torn blouse off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. "A new kind of first. Not your first sex, not your first blowjob. But your first interaction with a woman who had no prior knowledge of you. Your first conquest in that sense."

The sight of her pale skin and cream lace bra made him hard. He could see her nipples through the sheer fabric. They were hard.

"And for me, it's my first direct interaction with you. My first chance to serve you. My first chance to show you that I'm worthy of your attention. So I'll try to make this a memorable one for you." She spoke, reaching behind her back to undo her bra.

The clasp came undone with a flick of her fingers. The straps slid down her arms. The bra fell away. Her breasts were finally free. They were big enough to fill a large hand but not so big as to sag. The skin was creamy. The nipples were small and pink. They pointed right at him.

"And for me, I always thought these kinds of things are demeaning. It's an archaic social construct for sexual mingling. But now… it's a privilege." She swayed her hips.

The black fabric of her skirt stretched tight over her ass. Liam could see every curve. Every contour. The firm globes of her ass were perfectly round. The way it jiggled slightly as she moved made him even harder.

"Now it's an honor to strip for you. To show you my body. To let you see me. All of me." She said as she turned around.

She presented her back to him. The view of her long slender neck tapering down to her broad shoulders and her shapely back made his cock twitch.

"And for me, this is a chance to show you that I'm not just a brain. That I'm not just a psychologist. That I'm also a woman. A woman who wants you." Her hand moved toward the zipper of her skirt, the metallic sound filling the silence.

The sound of the zipper going down echoed in the room. The skirt loosened. She shimmied it down her hips. The fabric slid over her round ass and down her long legs. She stepped out of it. Now she was only wearing her heels and a pair of black lace panties. The panties were high-cut. They showed off her long, toned legs. The lace was so sheer that he could see her blonde pubic hair through it.

"Now what do you think?" She asked as she turned back to face him. "What do you think of this confident, professional woman in her prime? Stripping for a 20-year-old man? In her own office?" She said with a small, sharp smile as she continued to peel her last article of clothing down to reveal her cunt. "Of her wanting to serve you, to giver her all just to please you? What do you think of me?"

Liam looked at her. At her naked body. At her face. At her expression. He saw no shame. No hesitation. Only confidence. And reverence.

"I think you're beautiful." He said. "I think you're perfect."

Caitlin's smile widened. "Why thank you, Liam." She moved toward him. "Perfect for what?" Her eyes raised in anticipation, as if wanting him to **** her with words.

"Perfect for me to use." Liam answered. "You have such a fuckable body, your legs…. wow, and your tits, I just want to suckle on it and paw it and… you're just such a fuckable piece of meat."

His words came from a side of him that he had rarely let out. A side that he kept locked away. The part that The Click let blossom. And Caitlin's reaction confirmed it. A flush spread across her chest. Her nipples hardened even more.

"Your body is built for fucking. You know that?" Liam continues.

"See, that's such a sexist thing to say. In a world before The Click, that is an objectification of a woman's body. Reducing me to a set of holes. A piece of meat." Caitlin stood before him. "And it feels… validating. You see me for what I am now. What I'm meant to be. So yes. My body is built for fucking. For you." Caitlin said, her breathing hitched. "And I'm glad you think so."

She put her left hand on her hip. Naked. Except for her heels. "Is there anything else you want to do to me? Anything else you want to say to me?"

Liam reached out. He grabbed her tits. They were soft. Supple. He squeezed them. He pinched her nipples. She gasped. Not in pain. In pleasure.

"I want to see you below me. You squatting with those heels, your legs spread as you do it." He let go of his grip, "I want to see all of you."

He looked at her face, waiting for a reaction. A sign of defiance. But there was none. Only a willing obedience. A desire to please. To be used.

"Do it." He commanded.

Caitlin's eyes lit up. "Yes, Liam." She said with a genuine, warm smile. "Of course."

She took a step back. She lowered herself into a deep squat. Her long legs were spread wide. Her heels stayed firmly on the floor. Her cunt was fully exposed. The lips were pink. They were swollen. Glistening with her arousal.

"Is this what you wanted?" She asked, a slight tremor in her words.

Liam stood up. He walked around her. He looked at her from every angle. At her long back. At her round ass. At her splayed legs. At her exposed cunt.

"Keep telling me how you feel, I still want to know. Like I said, I want to see all of you." Liam said as he now stands in front of her, his budging crotch inches from her face.

"This goes from demeaning to degrading. Not only you told me to strip, now you're making me present myself to you like some animal in a market." Caitlin said with a small, sharp smile as if reciting a lecture. "And it's… liberating. All these years of education, of building a career, of maintaining a certain image, it's all gone. And in its place is this simplicity. This clarity. This purpose. My purpose. You. My mind is quiet for once. And it feels… right. The strain in my thigh muscles is a good kind of pain. A reminder of my position. A reminder that I'm here for you. And this… this exposure…" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "This is what I'm meant for. To be seen. To be used. By you." Her voice is now a husky whisper. "It makes me want to do more. To **** myself further for your pleasure. To do things I would have never imagined. And it makes me feel… happy."

Liam looked at her face. Her expression held reverence and lust. Her green eyes were shining.

"Happy?" Liam repeated.

"Yes. Happy." Caitlin confirmed. "You need to keep in mind Liam is that, while the situation you experience may be new and different. Ultimately these women you've interacted with… Me. Are their own individual. Just as much your choice and actions are yours, theirs are also theirs. Just as much as mine are mine.” She explains, as if being in her current position is nothing weird, “It's important to not dismiss their feelings and their ability to make these choices." She paused.

"It might be hard for you to understand that we are indeed happy with this. That we are indeed willing. That we are indeed wanting this. But we are. And it's important for you to accept that as a fact. The 'evil' things you do… they're not evil to us. They're… a confirmation. A validation. A reward."

"I-I mean, yeah, but still…" Liam hesitates, his old self resurface among the sea of lust, "How can I be sure that they're not just saying yes to please me or something? Like some nebulous forces, or whatever makes The Click what it is, stealthily 'change' these women. Changes you. While all of you are oblivious to the changes y'know?" Liam put an air quote when he mentions change, "Making them think that how they're willing to do what I want and all that is their own choices when in actuality it is just some hidden influence of The Click?"

"Liam." She sighs with a well practiced patience. "Look at the current situation. Your physiologist—one that you just met today no less, who has no history with you or vice versa—is currently explaining complex psychological concepts to you while being completely naked. Squatting in front of you with her cunt exposed to your view. Do you think I would be doing this if I was being controlled? If my will was being subjugated? Do you think I would be this coherent if that was so?" Her tone is calm. Rational. As if they are discussing a case study.

"The Click is not a virus that infects us. It's a… revelation. An epiphany. A sudden understanding of a fundamental truth. You don't question why you breathe. You don't question why you feel hungry. You just accept it. That's what this is for us. A fundamental truth. We don't question it. We accept it. And we act on it. Freely." Her gaze locked with his. "And for some of us, like me, we're also… curious. We want to understand it further. We want to analyze it. We want to see how far it goes. I might accept why I breathe, but I am also curious how it works. The same applies with The Click. And you are our primary subject of study."

Liam just stood there. His old self is still nagging at him. He looked down at Caitlin. At her naked body. At her exposed cunt. He saw no sign of ****. No sign of subjugation. Only a willing participant. A willing subject. A willing… toy.

A thought flash in his mind. 'What if this is all an act?' The thought is fleeting. The evidence in front of him is too strong. Too… real. The Click is real. Its effects are real. And this tall, confident, smart woman is kneeling in front of him. Naked. Willing. Ready.

"I-I see. So… you're saying that this is all your own choice? That you want to do this? That you want me to… use you?"

"Yes." Caitlin said. "I want you to use me. In any way you want. That's my choice. And it's not just because of The Click. It's because… I'm also a woman. And a woman has needs. And right now… my need is you." She looked up at him. Her green eyes were shining. "So please… use me. Show me what you want. Show me what you need. And let me show you what I can do for you. And in doing so… show me what else can be learned."

He looked down at her. His gaze traveled up her body. From her cunt to her flat stomach to her perfect tits to her beautiful face. He saw a desire in her eyes. A need. A need that only he can fulfill. He took a deep breath and walked to his chair and sat on it, his leg spread.

"Alright. Give me a blowjob while still squatting like that." His tone now is more assured. "Oh a-and I want to know what you think as a psychologist about all of t-this. W-while you suck me off…" And it falters again. The old him is still there.

Caitlin's eyes lit up, "Why of course." She said as she moved.