One last reassurance from Caitlin

"Wow…" Caitlin said after a while. "That was… intense."

"Yeah." Liam replied. "It was." He looked at his cock.

Still semi-hard. Covered in their juices.

"So to loop it back." Caitlin pushed herself up.

Her body ached. Her ass was sore. Her cunt was tender. But she felt… satisfied. Complete.

"Was that really ****? Or was that my own desire, my own choice?" She looked at him. "Think about it. Even if I was '****' with everything else. How do you explain that after I experienced you 'forcing' yourself to me, I offered my asshole to you instead? And how do you explain that after you used it like a cheap fleshlight, I’m still left wanting more? That's not ****, Liam. That's a choice. A choice that I made. A choice that I'm making right now." She got off her desk.

Her legs wobbled. She stumbled. Liam caught her. His arms wrapped around her waist.

"Easy there." Liam said. "And I get what you mean… I think." He looked at her, at her naked body, at her flushed face, at her smiling lips. "So… you're not… a victim?"

Caitlin laughed. "A victim? Of what? Of pleasure? Of fulfillment? Of purpose? No, Liam. I'm not a victim. I'm a willing participant. An enthusiastic participant. A… happy participant." She leaned in, her lips brushed against his. "And so is every other woman you've ever been with. And so will be every woman you'll ever be with. We're all in this together. We're all… yours."

"So… it's really, not a big deal, huh?" He asks, his voice shaky, his mind still processing what just happened.

Caitlin smiles, "Yes. It's really not a big deal. We're all just living our lives, and you're a part of it. An integral part even." She looks at him, her green eyes shining. "And we're happy about it. We're not suffering. We're not being oppressed. We're not being exploited. We're just… living. And we're loving it."

"So…" Liam stammers. "So… it's really okay for me to… you know… do what I want?"

"Yes, Liam. It's okay." Caitlin says. "It's more than okay. It's… natural. Right. And good. For you. And for us. The fact that you see me, or rather, women, as people that have their own minds and not just your fucktoys means you won't **** us no matter what you do." Her lips curve into a warm smile. "So you see, even your 'evil' side is not 'evil'. Not really. It's just… you."

Liam looks at Caitlin. At her naked body. At her smiling face. At her green eyes. He saw no judgment. No pity. No fear. Only acceptance. Encouragement. Desire. Reverence. Happiness. He saw a woman who wanted him for who he was. A man who has a right to take what he wants. A man who has a right to use women. A man who has a right to be happy. He saw a woman who wanted to help him. To guide him. To support him. To… love him.

"Alright." Liam said. "Alright." He took a deep breath. "Alright." He said again. "Alright. I think… I think I'm starting to get it."

"I'm sure we love to be nothing but your fucktoy, but despite that you still also see us as people with our own thoughts, feelings, and aspirations. And that's what's important. Now, how do you want me to clean your cock Liam?" She asks, her eyes locked on his, her lips parted, eager to please him once again.

"You can use your mouth. Clean it with your tongue." He says, his voice more firm now.

The old timidity is gone. Replaced by a newfound confidence. A newfound assurance. A newfound… dominance.

Caitlin smiles. "Of course." She says. "Anything for you."

She kneels before him. Her tall frame folded gracefully. Her long legs bent. Her knees on the cold hardwood floor. Her ass resting on her heels. She looked up at him. Her green eyes shining with reverence. Her lips parted. Her tongue darted out. Wetting them. She took his semi-hard cock in her hand. The cock that was just in her ass. The cock that was covered in his cum, her cum. Their juices. She brought it to her lips. Licking the head. Circling it, cleaning, tasting. Savoring it.

"I'm sure there are plenty of women who would love to help you explore and experience more of the intricacies of this new reality of yours outside of me Liam. Those who know you obviously," Her tongue gliding down his shaft as she continues. "But my point is that you should explore this with women you do not know. Women you think don't have interest in you before The Click. Women you thought were impossible to approach." She paused. "And I'm not just talking about the sex."

She took him into her mouth. Sucking him clean. Her tongue swirling around his shaft. Tasting their combined fluids. Her eyes never left his. Her gaze filled with adoration. With worship. With a primal need to please. To serve. To be used by him.

"Your old self is still a part of you Liam." Her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she pulls away with a loud pop. "So you should be comfortable with it. You should be proud of it." She takes his entire length into her mouth again. "The old you are what made you… you. The new you. The you that we all love. The you that we all want to serve." Her words were a little slurred by his cock. "So don't be afraid of him. Don't be ashamed of him. Embrace him. He's a part of you." She said with a genuine smile. "So yes. Go ahead. Use us. **** us. Treat us like your personal fuckholes. But also talk to us. Listen to us. Learn about us. And love us. In your own way. Explore the connection, the bond that you have with us, with women, that is now possible thanks to The Click."

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I'll try." Liam finally replies, his cock slowly softening inside her, "I think, no, I know I'll try to be the man that you, all of you, want me to be." He says, his voice confident, "Even though I'm not quite sure what I'll do from here, I'm sure I'll find my footing." He adds.

"There's no doubt about that." Caitlin smiles, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her mouth from his cock with a wet pop, "Remember, it's your life. Your story. Embrace it, enjoy it, and let yourself be happy." She smiles at him as she stands up. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions about all of this. But for now, you have your answer. That's all that matters." She said as she started to gather her scattered clothes, the torn blouse, the tight skirt, the black lace panties. "And… I'm here for you. If you need me. For anything. A professional ear. A warm mouth. A tight ass. A willing cunt. Or just a friend." She says with a wink. "Anything." She added with a small, sharp smile. "I'll give you my private number after you're dressed."

"Thank you Caitlin." He smiles at her, "I mean, for listening to me, helping me understand, and… and everything else." He says, his tone grateful and sincere.

"You're very welcome, Liam. It's been my pleasure." Caitlin says with a genuine, warm smile. "Truly." She adds as she looks at Liam, at his face, at his body, at his now-limp cock. "I hope to see you again. Soon." She says as she picks up her torn blouse. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get cleaned up." She says as she walks to a small door at the side of her office. "You can use my private bathroom if you want to freshen up as well. And please, take your time. There's no rush." She adds before disappearing behind it.

Liam nodded and started to put on his clothes. The boxers, now damp with their combined fluids. The jeans, still warm. The shirt, wrinkled. He looked at himself in a small mirror that hangs on Caitlin's wall. He saw a different man. A changed man. A man who is… whole. He smiled. A genuine smile. A confident smile.