Billy meets a mature woman in the waiting room

Billy sat in his therapist’s waiting room, anxious for his session to start. He wasn’t supposed to have a session at all today, but after everything that had happened over the phone, he’d been **** to book another visit - and Kiara was more than happy to permanently up his schedule to two sessions a week.

He had arrived very early, and now all he could do was wait to be welcomed into Kiara’s office. Wait until he could see her. He knew just seeing her face would make him feel so much better. That bright red hair, spilling over her shoulders…

The waiting room was large, and decorated much like Kiara’s office. That is to say, not very much at all. Neat, clean, organized, and clinical. There was a row of seats on either side of the long room, probably fourteen in total, far more than could ever be needed in a single sports psychiatrist’s waiting room. When Billy came in, the room had been empty of people. He’d taken a seat on the right side, near the middle of the row. But after a few minutes, a blonde woman - maybe in her mid-thirties? - had stepped inside as well.

Like many of the women who had stepped into Billy’s life recently, she was gorgeous. Perhaps not as naturally stacked as someone like Heather, but still decently filled out, and looking healthy. The kind of healthy you get from a good, but soulful diet, and once-a-week light cardio workouts - maybe bike riding - not the fitness of an actual athlete. Billy guessed that she probably wasn’t a patient, here incredibly early for the session after Billy’s. More likely, she was someone’s mom. Here to pick up whoever’s session was coming to an end.

Her clothes were fashionable, and looked expensive. They complemented her form very well. Were they custom? Despite her obvious health, there was a bit of natural thickness to her too. She wasn’t a trim little thing, there was a definite plumpness that softened her fit body up slightly. She wore a pair of big sunglasses, which she moved to her forehead after stepping into the room.

The woman had scanned the room curiously, then seemed to perk up when she noticed Billy. Moving with confidence, she strutted across the room, and took the seat next to him.

Billy felt a little intimidated by her lack of awkwardness. It was a big waiting room, and she could have sat anywhere. In some ways, the rich blonde woman reminded him of Karen - even if she was plump where Karen was sleek. He tried not to look at the thicc milf beside him. He just stared at the floor, bouncing his leg, and waited to be called in.

“I’m Julia. And you are?”

Her voice was as self-assured and level as her smooth movements had been. Billy glanced up at her, to find that she was studying him. As he lifted his head, a warm smile passed across her lips, and her eyes twinkled in greeting.

“Billy,” he said awkwardly.

“I’m just waiting for my son. Do you have an appointment with Dr. Beaumont?” Julia asked.

“Yeah, I do…”

“Oh! So you must be an athlete too? That explains why you’re in such good shape,” Julia giggled, reaching out and patting him on the arm. Her hand lingered on his bicep for just a moment longer than was natural. “What sport do you play?”

Billy’s eyebrow twitched, an old pet peeve of his coming up and overpowering his awkwardness.

“We don’t ‘play’. We compete,” he corrected her. “And it’s boxing.”

“Really!” Julia gasped, in delight and surprise. “Isn’t that kind of rough?”

Billy was starting to come out of his shell, drawn out by the friendly blonde woman’s upbeat conversation. Billy was a naturally smooth, charming young man, and it wasn’t like him to act shy or nervous or cowed. If it weren’t for all this business with his recent humiliations, he never would’ve been acting that way to begin with. It was far more natural for him to puff out his chest, as he was doing now, and charm women like Julia with his confident talk.

“It can be, but I’m pretty good at it. I’m the champion at my club,” Billy said non-chalantly.

Julia gave a playful gasp. “Really? That’s amazing!”

She shifted her chair slightly closer to Billy’s, delight on her face as she leaned towards him.

“How old are you, Billy?” she asked.

“Almost 20.”

“Wow, and already a champion,” Julia smiled. “My son’s a baseball player. He’s 23. And while we’re sharing ages, I’m 44. But I know I don’t look it.” she said with a wink.

Billy had to admit that the mature beauty wore her age very well. He had guessed mid-thirties, but even then, a beautiful mid-thirties. Clearly Julia took very good care of herself. And clearly, she had the money to do so with ease.

Billy laughed, and shook his head, a smile on his face.

“You don’t look it at all. You’d fit right in at one of my classes,” he said, and Julia cooed in delight. Melting at the compliment.

Billy was a handsome, young, strong athlete, with good looks and charm all wrapped up into one. He was very used to beautiful women fawning over him, and he always knew just what buttons to press.

“So if you’re already the champion, what are you here for, then?” Julia tilted her head. “It doesn’t sound like you really need a sport psychologist.”

Billy stopped. Suddenly, his confidence faltered for a second.

“Uhhhh…” he struggled for an answer.

“Oh, sorry. Is that too personal?” Julia pouted.

“No, no, it’s fine. I uhhh…” Billy cleared his throat.

Kiara had said it would be good for him to face the truth head on. And this woman was a stranger. He would never see her again. She seemed nice. Maybe it was best to be honest with her. Or at least, almost honest.

“I’ve been getting knocked out recently. Just in training,” Billy said.

Julia was taken aback, seeming genuinely shocked. A deep gasp escaped her lips, and her face morphed into a look of total disbelief. Some of this interaction had felt like she was putting on a warm, friendly act, like the two of them were charming people going through the motions of a friendly introduction to lead to something deeper, but that stunned surprise was undeniably her realest reaction.

“Really! A big strong man like you, getting knocked out? I can’t even imagine it!” Julia said, leaning back in her chair. “Oh my goodness…”

Billy pursed his lips, awkwardly silent, giving her time to process this new information. Julia looked like she was thinking at lightspeed, trying to wrap her head around what he’d just told her.

“I don’t even… I mean, when you say ‘knocked out’, does that mean something different than I think it means?” she turned to him and asked, as if offering Billy an escape route from this humiliating admission. “You don’t mean that you’re getting knocked out like in the movies, do you?”

“N-No…” Billy’s voice was quiet, anxious to be so honest with this woman. “I-It’s like the movies… I get hit, and I just kind of… Drop.”

Julia’s eyes were wide. She mouthed a silent “wow”, then leaned back in her chair again, taking it all in. After a few more seconds of silence, she spoke up with another question.

“So, what, do you just… Get smacked on the chin and go all limp?” she asked, trying to figure this out. “Are you actually ASLEEP, or just too woozy to stand up? How does it work?”

“I-I’m asleep…” Billy admitted, lamely.

“Really… Huh,” Julia said, looking over to him again. Her expression was different now. Where it had been smiley and warm, it was now curious and intrigued. More clinical. “I never would have guessed. I thought you looked so tough when you came in.”

“I AM tough,” Billy growled, feeling the need to defend himself. The mom beside him just made a sympathetic face.

“Oh, honey. You just told me you can’t help yourself from getting knocked out,” she said. She tilted her head, and pouted at him. “And you’re supposed to be a boxer. That’s not very ‘tough’, now is it?”

Billy just looked down at his lap, shame filling him. He didn’t reply.

“IS it?” Julia pressed him, more forcefully.

“N-No…” Billy admitted.

“No. It’s not,” Julia said. “Here I was thinking you were some top athlete, and it turns out your chin can’t even take a smack. At least MY son is good at the sport HE plays.”

“I-It’s not fucking playing…” Billy said under his breath.

“What was that?” Julia was quick to say, her tone one of maternal sternness. As if correcting a child’s bad behavior.

“Nothing…” Billy replied lamely.

A few moments passed like that, with Julia staring at him silently. The tall, rich milf reassessing her conversation partner in her head. Recalculating her opinion of him. She made a face, then spoke up.

“Do you have any photos?”

Billy glanced up at her. “Photos of what?”

“Of you getting knocked out,” Julia said. “I’m trying to picture it, but it’s hard. You just look so… Strong. I can’t imagine you being knocked out like that.”

“I don’t have any fucking photos, no…”

Julia pouted. “Shame. I would have loved to see them.”

She leaned back in her chair, clearly thinking. Billy was once again intimidated by her confidence, her self-assuredness. It felt like her demeanor had completely changed the instant she… Well, the instant she lost respect for him.

Billy felt awful. He hated being seen in this new light all of a sudden. He had hoped she would offer support, reassurance, not… Dismissal. Why had Kiara told him that facing the truth would help? What had he done wrong?

Whatever the case, this situation made Billy feel terrible. He had to try and win her back.

“B-But I’ve only been losing to the best guys! And only in training, when I’m not going all out,” he said quickly, the words falling out of his mouth. “I don’t have a weak chin or anything, I’m just- I guess I don’t train as seriously as I fight, you know? That’s why I’m here, to learn how to start… Taking practice more seriously.”

Julia looked over to him with pity. “Billy,” she said simply. “You said those men had been putting you to sleep.”

Her words were devastating. Just like that, all of Billy’s explanations and rationalizations fell apart.

Yes. That’s right. There was a difference between underperforming when the stakes were low, and… Getting put to sleep. Repeatedly. The effortlessness with with Julia destroyed Billy’s defenses left him reeling.

After a few seconds of silently gaping at her, Julia rolled her eyes coldly.

“When I came in here, I thought you were a very handsome young man. I was very interested in getting to know you. But now that I do…” Julia’s face curled with disgust. “What kind of man gets put to sleep, REPEATEDLY, and still acts like he’s the champion? Whoever BEAT you is the champion, Billy. It doesn’t matter if it was training or what. If my son couldn’t hit homeruns anymore, they wouldn’t call him the star batsman.”

“But I-“ Billy started.

“But you’re WEAK,” Julia finished. “What was it you said? A ‘weak chin’? That must be it. You have a WEAK chin. It looks strong, you have an incredible jawline, but I guess you just…” Julia searched for the right phrase, then shrugged. “I guess you just have a weak chin. Oh well.”

No… No, that wasn’t right. He was still a boxing prodigy. He could be the best in the world some day. He WOULD be the best in the world some day. Why was she saying he had a weak chin?

This whole thing was just a speedbump, not… Not the end of his career. His mom wasn’t the champion. Anna wasn’t the champion. Karen wasn’t the champion. Carly definitely wasn’t the champion. It was him. Why couldn’t Julia understand that?

“Maybe you used to be good, and you just don’t have it anymore,” Julia shrugged. “But there’s nothing a therapist can do to fix a weak chin. That’s genetic. Physical damage. You’re finished. It’s only a matter of time. You’ll go to sleep in a real fight, and then it’s bye-bye belt. So sad.”

“No, that isn’t- it’s not, that can’t be-“ Billy fumbled. Julia didn’t care to listen to him struggle.

“God. Talk about a… What’s the term? An ‘aura loss’?” the out-of-touch rich milf said. “You definitely lost all of your aura. I did NOT expect you to be so… Worthless, when I first saw you.”

This was too much. Billy could feel the emotions swelling up inside him. She couldn’t talk to him that way. It wasn’t right. He had to do something about it!