The Session

Derek and Artemis sat in the back of his parents’ SUV. Well, one of them anyway. Angela Davis sat in the driver’s seat. She occasionally looked back at them through the mirror, a sly smile on her lips.

I think it’s safe to say she knows what Artemis and I got up to last night.

The girl in question had been rather clingy since she’d woken up. His mother and father had left early, so Angela had made them breakfast. Artemis had sat next to him, her eyes gazing at him warmly as she ate.

Artemis rested her head on his shoulder.

“I kinda wish I could go with you,” she said.

Derek snorted.

“No, you don’t. Therapy with Doctor Quinzel is… interesting, but you’d get bored pretty quickly. Not to mention she’d probably try to psychoanalyze you.”

You also might find it a little suspicious if I make the whole session about dreams and how they impact your life.

Artemis chuckled. She tucked an errant lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, no thanks. I’ve got enough going on in my life without getting my brain picked apart by my boyfriend’s therapist,” she said.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

Artemis swallowed.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple of days. About us. I don’t want last night to be a one-time thing. I know you feel the same way, but I don’t want it to be about just sex, even if it was amazing.”

Derek smirked smugly.

She lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. Her eyes searched his. She looked uncharacteristically ****. He wondered how much of that was a holdover from her dreams where he repeatedly had Wally betray her only to be saved by Derek. She'd moaned his name in her sleep as the illusory representation of himself fucked her.

“What about Wally?”

She took a deep breath, but didn’t look away from him.

“When I woke up this morning… it’s strange. I realized that Wally’s never really been there for me. He’s been around, but he’s never just been there for me. You know? Not like you, Derek. I… I like you a lot,” she whispered.

Enough to break up with Wally?

He so badly wanted to ask, but stopped just short of doing so. Artemis needed to see the caring, protective boyfriend he’d created for her in her dreams. Someone who’d never abandon her, would never judge her, and would never betray her.

He kissed her.

Artemis moaned appreciatively and responded enthusiastically. Her soft lips moved eagerly against his. Her tongue probed at the entry of his mouth and he answered with his own. They made out like that for a while and only stopped when the car rolled to a stop of the side of the road.

“Ms. Crock, we’ve reached the address you gave me,” Angela said. She had a smirk on her attractive lips. “Going forward, I would recommend you be mindful of those around you, especially in the Taylor household. The others might not be as understanding as I am.”

Artemis blushed.

“Shit, we just kissed in front of your bodyguard. Butler. Driver. Whatever you are,” she glared at Angela, her cheeks flushed.

“Angela is fine. If you’re going to be seeing my charge, we should probably get more familiar with each other,” the British woman said.

“Right. Angela. It was really nice meeting you,” Artemis gathered her bookbag and opened the car door. A run-down apartment building with rusted fire escapes and cracked windows lingered beyond. The sidewalk was a spider-web of cracks as well. It was as if Gotham’s civic department had completely forgotten this district of the damned metropolis.

Derek had visited Artemis’ apartment building before. He’d followed her on a whim one day, invisibly. He’d been curious as to where she lived and was surprised to find she lived in one of Gotham’s many slums. How could her family afford to send her to Gotham Academy? Artemis had never told him and he knew better than to ask.

Derek had followed her up into her apartment. Shifty-looking men had leered at her as she walked in her school uniform, her pleated skirt doing nothing to hide her delicious thighs. None of them had done more than that, however.

Artemis lived in a two-bedroom apartment that was decently furnished, but he couldn’t suppress a desire to have her move in with him. A girl like her deserved all the best that life had to offer and it bothered him to see her living in a place like that. She bore it with a stiff upper lip, however, and never once complained about it to him. It only made him admire her more.

She’d treated him to a nice view of her nude body as she undressed once they reached her room. She’d hummed a soft song to herself that he didn’t recognize.

He’d watched her for the rest of the night, heard the heated arguments she’d had with her wheelchair-bound mother.

When it was finally time for her to go to sleep, he left.

“Derek, are you okay? I said I’ll see you at school.”

Artemis’ voice broke him from his reverie. He gazed at her as she stood outside the car. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes with her and had put on her uniform from yesterday.

Derek smiled and got out of the car.

“Yeah. I can’t wait,” he kissed her. Slower, this time. More intimately. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He felt the eyes of the pedestrians upon them. A few of the men ran their eyes over Artemis greedily. He ignored them.

They broke the kiss moments later, but stayed close, their noses touching.

“Lemme take you out to dinner,” he whispered. “We kind of skipped that step last night and I want to make it up to you.”

Artemis’ lips twitched upward.

“We did, didn’t we? Okay. But I get to pick the place,” she said.

“That’s fine as long as we end up at my place," he waggled his eyebrows.

She snorted and slugged him in the arm.

“You’re such an ass,” she said warmly. Her eyes glowed with lust. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see what happens, daddy. See you later.”

He smirked.

Artemis bit her lip and walked away. She put a deliberate sway to her hips as she entered her apartment building.

“Goddamn,” Derek muttered. He got back into the SUV.

“Should I expect a second passenger when I pick you up from school?” Angela asked, smiling.

“Yeah. Probably. Let’s get a move on. Don’t want Mom to get mad because I blew off another of Doctor Quinzel’s sessions,” he replied.

“Very well, sir,” Angela replied. The car moved forward, leaving Artemis’ apartment building behind.

They drove another ten minutes before stopping at a commercial building. The area was relatively litter-free and many of the pedestrians wore formal clothing.

“See you in an hour, Angela,” he bade his driver goodbye.

The beautiful woman smiled at him and drove off.

He entered the building and approached the elevator. A tall, pale security guard watched his every move from the far wall.

The silver double-doors opened as he approached, as if bidding him to enter. He pushed the button for floor five. It glowed a sinister red and began flickering as the elevator rose.

After he reached the fifth floor, he walked down a long, carpeted hallway. The walls were green, but seemed to grow narrower the further he went down.

Eventually, he saw it.

Emblazoned on a large wooden door were the golden words: Dr. Harleen Quinzel, Psychologist.

The door opened before he could reach for the handle, revealing an achingly beautiful blonde woman.

Harleen Quinzel was thirty-two, but looked around a decade younger in all ways except the glasses she wore. They were thick and rectangular and leant a measure of professionalism to what was inherently a sensuous creature. He sometimes wondered if she even needed them or wore them just for show.

She had blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and intelligent blue eyes which glimmered with a hint of mischief. Her lips were full and red and inviting. She had big, full breasts and a figure that seemed almost religiously maintained. She’d told him once that she’d been a gymnast in school and had even considered training for the Olympics before her parents stepped in and convinced her to go to medical school.

His eyes fell to her breasts.

I swear her cleavage window gets larger and larger each time I’m here.

It was true. When he’d first began his sessions there, Harleen had been very conservative with her clothes. The more and more he visited, however, he’d notice that the restrictive blazers she wore had been ditched for tight white blouses. Then she’d forget to do a button, then two. Eventually, he was treated with a view of her deep, deep cleavage.

She had larger tits than Artemis, but they weren’t as perky. They felt incredibly soft around his cock the times he'd titfucked her.

Using his power, he made it so she’d be unable to perceive anything he did to her aside from speak. He reached his hands up to grasp her breasts through her blouse. She didn’t react, of course.

“Hey Doctor Quinzel. Sorry for missing my session yesterday. It was really cool of you to reschedule for today at no cost,” he said.

The older woman beamed at him.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Derek. And I already told you; call me Harleen,” she said, completely oblivious to the fact that he was playing with her breasts. “Come on in and let’s get started.”

He followed her in and let the door shut behind him.

Derek gazed at Harleen’s shapely rear. It swayed in almost the same way Artemis’ did.

She settled into a cozy-looking couch that occupied the far wall of her office. It was a small, minimalistic room with various plants decorating the corners of the room. A window to his right led outside, allowing the sun’s comforting rays to light up the room.

“Have a seat, Derek,” she said sweetly. She leaned forward on the couch and spread her legs slightly, exposing her cleavage and her curvaceous thighs.

Derek smiled at her.

He weaved an illusion that had her see him sit in the chair next to the couch. It was a comfortable recliner that he often found himself laying down on during the sessions, when he wasn’t using his therapist for sex.

He fished his cock out of his pants. It was rock-hard.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see what happens, daddy.”

Artemis’ words had gotten him really wound up. Thankfully, Harleen could serve as an outlet for his needs while he quizzed her about dreams.

“So how are you feeling today, Derek?” she asked, staring at the chair she thought he sat in. He reached a hand down and pulled up her tight gray pencil skirt, revealing a pair of thin black panties. They were almost completely soaked.

Holy shit. Was Harleen masturbating before I got here?

The thought turned him on. He pulled her panties out of the way and spread her legs. It was so hot seeing such an intellectually accomplished woman be so unaware of what was happening to her.

He rubbed his throbbing cock against her wet pussy and pushed. The head slid into her with a plop. She was hot and tight, like always. Her pussy gripped him like a vice.

“Um, I’m good. I, uh, I finally got the girl I like to go out with me,” his cock went in another inch.

Harleen’s smile faltered for a moment before growing wider than before.

“I see. It’s the Artemis girl you were talking about last week, right?”

Derek hummed in affirmative. Her pussy clenched around his cock, but her face portrayed nothing of what he was doing to her.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Having a romantic relationship can be an incredibly rewarding endeavor. Just be sure to take your partner’s needs into account as much as your own,” she said.

She smirked. He started developing a rhythm as he fucked her, causing her tits to jiggle and sway underneath her blouse. Her tight pussy coiled around his cock instinctively. He wondered if she noticed it at all.

“So, who asked the other out first? You or her?”

Derek smiled, picturing Artemis stammering around him before finally asking him out on a date. She’d never do anything like that in a million years.

“I asked her,” he grunted and bit his lip. “It uh, took a lot of persuading to get to this point. Which reminds me. Do you know if dreams have any impact on a person when they’re awake?”

He expected Harleen to frown or even raise her eyebrows in surprise at the non-sequitur.

Instead, she smiled. She leaned toward the empty chair and curled a lock of her hair around her finger. Her head bobbed slightly with his every thrust into her cunt.

“Oh, dreams have a major impact on how we see the world. Did you know that the man who invented the periodic table, Dmitri Mendeleev, only created the table after he saw it in a dream?”

Derek stopped fucking her for a moment. Her pussy continued to milk him as he thought about what she said.

“That’s interesting. I never knew that,” he said.

Harleen giggled. He started fucking her again. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she spoke.

“Not the answer you were looking for, huh?” she said. She cocked an eyebrow. “Alright. Here’s another one. Back when I was in med school, I took a few courses on hypnosis. My professor in one of them liked to combine hypnosis with the sleep studies he ran. In one of the studies, he used hypnosis to make half of the subjects experience happier, more positive dreams and the other half nightmares.”

Derek listened, fascinated.

“The control group wasn’t hypnotized at all and experienced either dreams or nightmares. Upon waking, the group of subjects who were given nightmares tended to be more irritable and less trusting than either of the other groups. They often found it difficult to concentrate as well. The people from the group that was hypnotized to be given positive dreams were happier and less prone to anger than the others. They often remarked that they were more content with life in general. A few even asked the professor if he could make the changes permanent.”

Derek bottomed out inside her and gasped.

Fuck, I’m gonna cum.

He grunted and withdrew his cock from her sopping depths and came. Rope after rope of cum spattered against his therapist. A little even ended up on her face, near her lips.

Harleen licked her lips, unknowingly accepting a dab of cum into her mouth.

Holy shit.

“So yes, how we dream as well as what we dream about are very important parts of our lives.”

Derek sighed and collapsed into the chair. He kept the illusion up, however. He still needed to wipe down Harleen before he left, lest she wonder why she was caked in some liquid. Maybe he’d have her imagine spilling water on herself.

Her words had struck a chord in him, and though he’d been fucking her, he had been listening.

“They often remarked that they were more content with life in general.”

Maybe that was the key to winning Artemis over fully. It seemed to line up with how positive she'd been that morning, too. Casting himself in the role of the hero in her dream had definitely affected her.

He smiled.

“Thanks for explaining, Harleen. Did I ever tell you you’re an awesome therapist?”

The beautiful blonde blushed.

“Flatterer.”

They talked a lot about nothing for the rest of the session. Near the end, he went through with his earlier idea and made Harleen think she spilled her own glass of water on herself. She'd fretted and said he could go while she cleaned up, so he said his goodbyes and left, eager to see Artemis again at school.

Unnoticed, and snug within one of Harleen's plants, a hidden camera watched.