The Curse Kicks in

A moment later, the counseling firm's receptionist Lisa buzzed in. "Is everything OK?"

"Um, yeah," said Rebecca. "Why?"

"Your client through a handful of condoms on my desk, told me to apologize to you again, and ran out."

Rebecca went to fix her hair and lipstick. "Yes, I'll handle it."

After fixing herself back to her immaculately perfect state, Rebecca looked at her schedule. Nothing until after lunch. She made notes about Caitlyn and scheduled a follow up call later that day. She went out into the reception area. Lisa handed her the condoms, and Rebecca put them in her purse, planning on returning them to Caitlyn if she could get her to come back.

"Where are you going to lunch?" Asked Lisa.

"That new vegan food truck by city park."

"Could you get me a wrap?"

"Sure."

Lisa went for her purse.

"It's on me."

Rebecca left. The park was four blocks away. She thought about Caitlyn's case as she walked. When she was half-way to the park, she was suddenly overwhelmed by an intense craving for sex. She stopped and put a hand against the wall of a building. "What the heck," she muttered. This has to be in my head. It can't be a curse, she thought as her sexual arousal and need grew and grew. Thoughts of sucking cock and having her pussy and ass fucked wracked her brain.