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First of let me introduce myself, my name is Steve Hammond, I am one of the worlds leading sexual therapists, in fact, I am the best therapist in LA, my clients are the rich, and most of the time, the famous.
For two years now, I have not been myself, the passing of my wife, sitting by her bedside, while cancer eat away her lungs, it has taken some time to get back on track, I feel now that I can finally resume work.
I will record all my sessions from today, I’m going to call it:
“The journal of a sex therapist”
Sunday December 11, 2005
7.58am
Hammond’s office
My schedule is very light this first week back, in fact only two names are on the list:
Sunday 11th - 10.00 – Diane Lane
Monday 12th
Tuesday 13th
Wednesday 14th
Thursday 15th - 15.15 – Vanessa Marcil
Friday 16th
Saturday 17th
Hopefully the word will get out there, that the great Dr. Hammond is back, with nothing much to do, I made the decision to research my new patients, get a detailed look at both ladies.
I opened my laptop, logging onto the internet movie database.
Diane Lane
Born. 22nd January 1965 (fourty years of age)
Birthplace: New York City
Her Father is an acting coach, but more importantly her mother is a centerfold model, she has been acting since the early 80’s, only just establishing herself as a big time player at such a late stage of her career, recent movies include “A perfect Storm, Unfaithful, and more importantly a huge action movie in production: Kill shot”.
I then read this quote:
“She is very well regarded within the industry, unanimously adored by film fans, and has a credibility and quality that is all too rare today. Her immense talent at playing human and real characters, her incredible "drop dead gorgeous" beauty, and down-to-earth grittiness will almost surely guarantee that she soon becomes a major star the world over, and she has already shown the kind of resilience that will keep her working for a long, long time”
Looking at her picture I am fascinated, how can such a beautiful, drop dead gorgeous women like Diane Lane go un noticed for so long?
I have watched “unfaithful” when my wife was still with me, I remember it very well, not a great movie but Diane was great playing that role, a very sexy picture, lustful sex scenes, I remember after watching it, me and Sarah (my wife), we made love all night, just to live up to the passion of the movie.
I am looking forward to meeting Diane.
Many people ask me, how I can do this job? Listen to bountiful men and women share there most deepest sexual fantasies or desires. I do find it hard, often maintaining an erection during a whole session, that’s why I have one rule.
I always sit behind my desk. In front of my desk is a black three seated coach, where many sexy stories have already been told, and many more await.
I look at my watch:
8.55
I have a spare hour to waste, I get up, I opt to go to star bucks for a coffee, it’s a cold December day, I sit at star bucks for a good half hour, reading this mornings paper, just across the street from my office block.
That’s when I saw her:
It was Diane, she is crossing the street, heading for the door, just metres from myself, she is wrapped up well, a light brown fur coat, black pants, and a expensive pair of shades.
Why do celebrities wear shades in winter? Surely it just attracts attension? Especially when you are wearing a thousand dollar coat.
She also paid for a coffee, and then by total surprise, she sat down right next to me, both of us facing the window, shit! This is not good!
I saw her taking sips of her beverage, every now and then she would turn her gaze to me.
Why is she staring at me? I should go!
But before I could leave, Diane introduced herself, she looked deep into my eyes, like she was looking for something, I did exactly the same, I was lost in them, she was even sexier in person.
I did not respond, very nervous about meeting a client out of work.
I turned my attention back outside, looking at my watch:
9.47
Thirteen minutes to get back into my office, before she does.
I stand up, giving her a short smile, stroking past her, that when she place her right hand on my left arm, sliding a short piece of paper into my hand, she gave me a smile back.
I stepped outside, the paper wrapped in my hand, running to my office, twelve floors up in the building, in the elevator I open the folded paper:
To no surprise it read “call me” with her number underneath, I am shellshocked, and I am supposed to meet her in five minutes, my stomach churns.
Should I do a runner? No of course I can’t, my career would be finished.
I finally get back to my office, wishing that I nevr left.
Waiting for the inevitable, that knock on the door which would change everything, about this client, I mean she just gave me her number, what women would give a stranger her number, she obviously needs help, big time.
I straightened myself up in the mirror, adjusting my suit, looking ver sharp, as I sit back down finishing my coffee, my hands are shaking, and not from the cold.
Did she find me attractive? She obviously wanted me? Oh god control yourself.
I thought about how she might of seduced me, if I called her, then my mind went elsewhere, I thought about fucking her, like a whore……….. Fuck Steve.
My cock grew in my pants, now trembling, but things only got worse:
KNOCK, KNOCK
My ten o’clock is here.
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