by Kailin Gow
I got dressed, realizing that I didn’t get a chance to explore any of the exquisite Lina, but that time would come. I was instantly committed to a mission to make that happen. “So why are you with Ralph when you could be with me?” I asked. It was a legitimate question. “I’m hard for you all the time, Lina, ever since I first laid eyes on you. I wanted you then and I want you now.”
Lina licked her lips again and smiled at me. “I have my reasons, Dr. Sessions. And for the record, when I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to feel your thick hard cock in me, filling me fully, too. I still come thinking about how it would feel like,” she said to me.
That was so hot! “Lina, I thought you knew nothing about sex when you first came into my office, but I was wrong. You’re a natural…”
Lina winked playfully. “How do you think I was able to get around Hollywood, casting couches and all that, without knowing something or two about sex, especially at my age. I know enough to be dangerous, Simon, but believe it or not, I am still a virgin, and that, Dr. Sessions is precious. More precious than anything for a man like Ralph Bixby.”
Chapter 7
Unable to wipe the smile off my face and feeling a real connection with Lina, I reached over and caressed her cheek with my hand. “You wait here. I am going to go change.”
“Sure,” she said, still wearing that wicked sexy smile she’d had after she swallowed my release.
I went to my bedroom to change and then into my bathroom to quickly tidy up. I had never been so thankful to take the afternoon off before. The plans that I had for that afternoon had involved diffusing from the stress I was feeling about the interview process, somehow and some way, but not with Lina. Running into her had been a blessing, spilt coffee and all. Almost destined…
Lina had been incredible and showed skills that I would have thought were impossible for a virgin to show, which was saying something considering how many scenarios I had learned throughout my career. Surely Hollywood and a curious appetite for blowjobs were not enough to give her that level of experience, though. Then there was Lina the person, I enjoyed her as much as her mouth on my cock.
Hoping to continue this wonderful afternoon, I walked out from my bedroom and looked around. I didn’t see anyone or hear anything. “Lina?” I called out. Still no answer. I looked around and realized that both my shirt and Lina were gone. It made my heart sink with disappointment. I wanted to keep the magic alive. She’d told me how much my body had turned her on and I saw evidence of just how excited I made her. You didn’t come across that type of mutual attraction every day. Surely it meant something more…something that Lina was no longer willing to deny. But now, she was gone, which left me all alone and renewed this nagging anxiety inside of me that was hard to deal with.
I called and picked up my phone. “Lina, hey, it is Simon. Where’d you go? I would like to talk with you a bit.” I hung up, disappointed to get the voicemail, but eager to hopefully get a call back. I waited for a half hour and sent a text. Still no response.
Being a pesky stalker was not an option so I debated my options. In the end, going back to the office and rescheduling appointments for hiring my secretary seemed to be the best choice so that’s what I did. I went in and called, rescheduling four appointments for the next day and realizing that I still had time to keep a few of them that were scheduled for later that day.
Sadly, each and every woman that came through my door furthered the disappointment I had in actually being able to find a qualified person that I could build a trusting employer/employee relationship with.
There was Greta, a beautiful blonde woman with bright blue eyes. Her body was flawless and her smile, come hither; however, her skills and her voice sent me over the edge. I would have preferred to spend the day listening to my mother nag at me while scratching her long painted, nails down a chalkboard.
Greta was trumped by Hazel, the next applicant. She was like a stalker, having went to the all girl’s prep academy and knowing every detail about me from grade school on. We are talking information that you could not just pull up on Google. It was creepy and I was fearful she would not leave—almost to the point of having to call security. I had no patience left for that afternoon and using my charm did not seem to be an easy solution to get my way like it had always been in the past for me.
Finally, I knew it was time to call it quits and wrap up this day. I needed some relief and release. “Damn it, Lina. What have you done to me,” I said, slapping my fist on my desk. I shook my head and picked up the phone. I needed to bring in some assistance, a certain woman who looked like Lina to help me once again. This time the motivation was more personal, though, because I had a taste of Lina’s deliciousness. It was not quite as much of a mystery, despite her being so mysterious that it was fucking annoying.
Not in the mood to check into a hotel, I had the Lina look alike come to my office today. It seemed ideal because I was trying to figure Lina out so why not have her doppelganger come to my domain, the place where I had proven that I could help many women over the past years. Today, I needed to figure me out, which might prove to be substantially harder. My emotions and desires for Lina were unchartered waters and I was feeling more sea sick than like the captain of my ship.
My cellphone rang and I quickly reached for it, hoping it was Lina. It was the escort, though. I walked down to get her and then the two of us made our way back up to my office and we walked in. I locked the door behind us and let her start acting out the specific role she was to play.
“Doc, I am so frustrated,” she cooed.
“Let’s go back to my office, Lina, and see what I can do to help you,” I said. I put my hand on the small of her back, not staring at her too closely to ruin the illusion that she really was Lina. Her body was pretty damn close, but the face was not quite there.
Once in my office, we sat down and I put my hand on her knee and squeezed it. “What’s frustrating you, Lina?”
She sighed at me and said, “I just can’t get you out of my head. I want you so badly, Dr. Sessions, but I want my virginity, too. I want to save it until I am married. It is so frustrating and I am pent up, like a volcano ready to erupt. I feel so helpless.”
“It can be hard to deny ourselves our deepest desires. Do you mind me asking you why it is so important to keep your virginity?” I knew the answer would be speculative, but I was desperate to put things in order.
“Well, I just think it is special. That is why I have been so creative with coming close but not allowing it, but it is getting harder,” she said to me. Her hand reached over and she started to rub my cock, which instantly grew hard. “May I?”
“If it will help you,” I said softly. Then I leaned back and fake Lina slid off the couch and onto her knees, still dressed, and slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I raised my hips as she slid them, along with my boxers, off, and there I was, exposed and hard.
“Mmm,” she murmured appreciatively, her voice eventually muffled by her mouth sliding down on me, taking me all in.
I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation, but it did little to alleviate the thoughts that had invaded my mind. Why would Lina initiate that mind-blowing blowjob with me if she still wanted to be with Bixby? What would she have to gain? That led my thoughts to thinking about Gloria. Perhaps Lina and her were in on some ploy together, some bizarre plan that Bixby had in place to get me. She was an actress after all, which meant that she knew how to put on a show, not to mention get a role from what she’d said.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I heard my fake Lina groan.
“Yeah, keeping going,” I said on auto response. I was still hard and aroused but my mind was not into what she was offering me. First of all, she had nothing on Lina with blowjob technique. It was like Lina’s taking of me had ruined me, for a while, anyway.
Finally, I was at a point where I had to admit the truth. “I am sorry, dear, this just is not working. I will pay you for your time,” I said to fake Lina.
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sp; She slid her lips slowly off my dick and looked up at me and smiled. Then she got up and said, “Oh okay, no problem.” And that was it, she was paid and I was escorting her out of my office.
I grabbed my phone after I slumped back down on my couch—the actual talking therapy couch—and looked at it eagerly, hoping that Lina had responded. I decided to send a text:
Lina, call me, please. I need to see you. Anytime. Any place. S
The S was perhaps silly because Bixby would know exactly who it was if he saw it. I would not put it past the over-controlling worm to be checking her messages and finding a way to scope them out first. Perhaps he did have a reason. After all, Lina technically hadn’t been faithful. Was I the first? My vanity and draw to her wanted to say, “Yes.” However, I was not born yesterday and the odds of me being the first one she’d engaged with since being with Bixby was slim. Plus, he liked lookers and watchers. Maybe she didn’t mind that role so long as her virginity was not in jeopardy. Of course, another option still existed, too, which was that Lina was just into me sexually and she wanted to be a friend with benefits. Normally, that would have thrilled me, but in this case it didn’t. She’d changed me, for the better or worse was yet to be determined.
I began to get back to interviewing and organized my next two days of interviews, hoping that I would find the right person and that I could cancel the rest of my interviews. That would be idea, but things had not been going my way, which was odd and annoying.
Over the next few days, I still did not find my diamond in the rough for a receptionist and I didn’t hear from the most confusing woman I had ever met, either. Lina was definitely blowing me off and I will admit, for the first time ever I was the guy who could not let go. I was filled with ideas on why she would not return my calls. Bixby was getting the messages first was one option. Lina was fearful of something was another thought that crossed my mind; made sense with her controlling, manipulative fiancé—one who had something dangling over her head. And the last consideration was that Lina had gotten what she needed from me and was done with me. That one was a real stinger because it shocked my ego and made me feel like any other guy. I was not like any other guy.
Then there was a ray of sunshine. I found the ideal replacement for Brandi and it made me feel better. I realized that the lack of a reliable receptionist had stressed me out more than I had ever realized.
My new receptionist, Pamela Butler, was amazing and ideal. I instantly adored her and she reminded me of one of my more favorite teachers when I was a kid. She was around forty, I guessed—could not ask without risk of a lawsuit. She had amazing experience, having been a personal assistant to a higher up at Microsoft, which meant she got confidentiality, expediency, and professionalism. And best yet, she looked at me and saw me as an opportunity to earn enough money to send her children to the private school she wanted them to attend. That was her motivation and objective. It was such a sigh of relief.
“I am excited to have you on board working with me, Pamela,” I said, shaking her hand.
“Thank you for the opportunity, it is an honor to work with such a professional,” she said. “I will be getting together the information necessary to learn your routine and interests, expectations, and everything else and set to go when you want me to start. Would that be today?”
“I appreciate your availability, Pamela, but let’s go with Monday. It is already Thursday and I’ve got to tell you, it is been a long week and I am eager for a relaxing weekend. Enjoy the time with your family and your pay will be proactive starting today,” I said.
“Thank you, Dr. Sessions. That is most kind of you.”
“You can call me Simon when it is just us,” I said.
“Very well, Simon. Enjoy your weekend. You look like you could use some down time,” Pamela said to me, smiling softly. I liked the way the creases around her eyes added to her friendly disposition.
After seeing Pamela out, I walked into my office and heard my cellphone vibrating. I walked over to it and my heart did a leap. It was Lina.
Simon, I need to see you. I have no one else to talk to about this. Ralph and I had a fight and I broke off the engagement. Please, tell me when and where.
When? Yesterday, I thought. Where? Anywhere she wanted. I sent back a message, typing as fast as I could and ensuring that the words didn’t get muddled from the unwelcomed spell check feature, which was always contradictory to proper English and grammar.
I can meet you right now. My place?
For the first time in days she responded instantly:
Be there!
Chapter 8
I had never charged out of my office as quickly as I did after that text message. It felt like I was off to the races and determined to arrive at the finish line first. I had my suit jacket folded over my arm and my briefcase in that hand and took the stairwell down to the main level, not wanting to wait for the elevator. It was really busy because it was moving day in the office building, which was always a tedious burden.
On the street, I walked as fast as I could without being completely obnoxious toward the parking garage and my car. With each step I took, my thoughts seemed to state my joy in the same cadence. Lina and Bixby are done. Lina and Bixby are done. Goodbye Bixby, hello me! Hopefully.
The delays on the road were excruciating that day. A car had ran into a hydrant, causing a detour and a minor flood. A funeral procession was making its way through the city streets, making people miss the green lights and causing traffic to back up everywhere. I had no choice but to wait. It had been a week of waiting and it didn’t work well for me. I’d found my receptionist and hopefully I’d soon be finding my way into Lina’s life as more than a therapist or a friends with benefits type of guy. Yeah, I had to admit it. I did want more, although I had no idea how to do more. It was worth a try. Like I’d said many times before to audiences, the right man is willing to become a better man for you if he really wants you.
Finally, I was home.
I made my way up to my penthouse and when the elevator doors opened, I saw Lina standing there. My beautiful goddess looked heartbroken and crestfallen.
“Lina,” I said softly.
She turned around and stared at me, tears in her beautiful eyes and I took two long strides forward to wrap her into my arms and let her know that it would be okay. Neither of us spoke and I didn’t let her go, not wanting to lose that connection. If she needed me, I would be there for her.
I tilted my head and whispered in her ear, “Let’s go inside, I am here for you.”
“I know,” she whispered back, her body trembling slightly.
I reached into my pocket and grabbed the key to unlock my door, not letting go of Lina the entire time and swung it open, guiding her in and shutting it behind me. We were both quiet and I was not sure where to start or if I should start. Perhaps Lina just wanted to be in the company of someone she could trust and not talk at all. I knew that it was very imperative to let her take the lead. We made our way to the couch and she sat down. I looked at her cautiously, more worried about her state of mind than I was longing for her. If that bastard did anything bad to her, I would kill him. I meant what I thought and I would swear by it if I was asked to.
“I will go make us some tea,” I said softly. I walked toward the kitchen and heard some footsteps behind me. I turned around and there Lina was, close to me, and staring at me. The tears had been replaced with a deep, intense desire and she didn’t say a word as she locked eyes with me while slowly peeling off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in sheer panties and a bra that let me see every beautiful trail of her.
I was still speechless and Lina walked up to me, pressing her body into me and wrapping her arms around me, grinding her hips into me. My body naturally responded and my hands softly touched the small of her back. I could feel her skin respond, leaving a small trace of her excitement.
“Let me,” Lina whispered. She took a step back and began to undress me, starting with my shirt and unde
rshirt, but leaving my tie on. Then her hands slid down the sides, tracing my abs as she went, and she slowly removed my pants and boxers, leaving me in anticipation. I managed to slide my shoes off and stepped out of them. She knelt down and slowly peeled my socks off, making me feel like she was taking tender care of me. That’s what I wanted to do to her. Maybe, just maybe, that’s what we both needed.
After my socks were off, Lina stood up and leaned in, sending a shockwave through me with the gentle flicker of her tongue on my neck. Then she grabbed my black and gray silk tie and guided me to my bedroom. I followed, obedient and eager, and let her mold me in the way she wanted me to be.
Lina sat me down on the bed and I leaned back, my legs dangling over the edge. She dropped to her knees, her breasts brushing against my legs as she slid down, making me feel the intensity of my desire for her with renewed vigor.
Slowly and seductively, Lina slid her tongue up and down my cock, making me skyrocket to a new level of turned on. Then, just as I thought she was going to put me into her mouth, she surprised me by standing up and straddling me, her thighs pressed against my sides, and began to slowly lick me and kiss me everywhere, starting with my face and then moving down to my neck and chest and thighs, calves, and then she started all over again.
