Sue Storm Becomes A Regular

The Invisible Woman accepted the cup of tea. Dr. Stone returned to her seat and sipped her own. They sat like that for a moment, Sue unwilling to make eye contact as they drank in silence. She wondered how nervous she appeared. How much Dr. Stone already guessed. Yet the psychiatrist didn't press her. Just watched, waited, and at last, when they had both drained their cups, she spoke.

"So. How was your week, Susan?"

Sue sighed. She could prevaricate, she could lie. But there didn't seem to be a point with beating around the bush.

"I went to that massage parlor you recommended," Sue said. "And I...got a happy ending. The masseuse, Nairobi, was very good. Everything was very clean, very discreet. Even the price was reasonable."

Dr. Stone said nothing. Her head tilted, and for a moment the light through the windows caught her glasses.

"And...?" she asked.

The blonde heroine blushed a little. "And...it felt good. So I went back. Three times this week, so far. I guess I'm getting to be a regular."

"How does that make you feel?" Dr. Stone said, as if the whole situation hadn't been her idea, her prompt that had pushed Sue into finding sexual gratification outside of her marriage.

"In the moment, wonderful. Thrilled. Delicious," Sue said, then sucked in air. "And afterward, a little guilty. Like I'd done something wrong. Reed knows I've been going there for a massage every other day. He approves of that. I haven't told him about...about the extra service I've been paying for."

Dr. Stone nodded, slightly. Her glasses were circles of cold fire. "Tell me about your first visit. In detail."

The words spilled out of Sue's mouth. Nairobi and the hands that had kneaded her pussy like putty. The sights, the smells. Sue's mouth seemed to be working on automatic pilot, and she found herself recalling details that her conscious mind had missed or forgotten. Dr. Stone absorbed it all, utterly nonjudgmental.

"Your other visits," Dr. Stone said. "Same masseuse every time?"

"Y-yes," Sue said. "The second time, I asked for Nairobi. We...talked. I found out her usual work schedule. She's part-time, going to school at the City College. Double major in Biology and Sociology."

"You trust her," the psychiatrist said, a statement rather than a question.

"Yes," Sue Storm said, after a moment.

"Good. It's important to understand that relationships with health professionals are just that—relationships. To seem them as people, not just...a service. To understand that you're developing a relationship with another human being, one that sees to both of your needs in a mutually beneficial relationship. Not hiring a prostitute."

Sue's blush deepened. She hadn't thought of Nairobi as a sex worker, though she supposed that technically the young woman was.

Dr. Stone grinned. "Honestly, you'd better not be talking to her about what we do here. I might get jealous."

The joke was weak, but Sue laughed a little anyway. Dr. Stone waited for Sue to finish.

"What we need to do now is work on that guilt you're feeling," Dr. Stone said. "It's not enough to relieve the stress of sexual repression physically, it's the mental hangups that are preventing you from fully enjoying and accepting this new form of release. I have an idea that I'd like you to try..."