The waiting room was just as dull as last time. Now filled with two people in addition to Camila, sadly it was just as silent and gray the last time she was here. The room was buzzing with the hum coming from the heating vent, and the gradual tick of a wall clock. Both making a monotone noise that just felt like they reverberated in her ears.
"Beats being damp from the rain I guess"
She sat in the same waiting room chair her leg shaking both in anticipation and to keep herself warm. Despite the running heater, Camila still felt a slight shiver. She had dressed casually for today's appointment: a pair of black form-fitting leggings and a soft gray cable knit sweater with a subtle V-neck that hinted at the cleavage beneath. Not anticipating that the brisk lobby.
"You'd think they would have it a bit warmer in here,"
Holding a notebook she had used as her journal; she placed it down beside her on the chair and rubbed her hands together. Looking around, she noted the two other people waiting. Her thoughts mixed with some comments that she would keep to herself, but still thought as mean, leading her to chuckle to herself with amusement before reaching for her phone.
She initially opened her social media apps and thought about scrolling but being greeted with the same old political banter and yard sale posts.
"Ugh"
Making a stink face at her phone, she closed her social media apps. She twiddled her thumbs for a minute until her face turned bright upon remembering the BDSM forum she had joined last week.
Quickly opening the forum, she went to the login page:
Username:SillynSlutty
Password:************
Waiting for the screen to load, she grinned at the screen with anticipation. Following her online tryst with VeiledVoyeur last week after joining the site, she had been eagerly reading through all the guides and trying to get a better grasp of the community.
"Why is this taking forever?"
Her smile turned back to a face of frustration, as she fixated on the loading wheel, and its annoying lack of movement. Feeling her nostrils flare as she exhaled through them with petulant patience, she noticed the signal icon in the corner indicating she only had 1 bar.
"Of course, goddamnit."
Her frustration was compounded as she'd been logging in every day since the time she signed up, eager to talk to VeiledVoyeur again after their amorous interaction last week. They way he immediately commanded her just with a few messages, the way he instantly put her in place but quickly took care of her and how much he tried to ensure she was aware, made her want to surrender to him more.
She looked down at her chest and saw a faint crimson outline of the letter "G" just above her cleavage.
Her frown turning to a giggle again, remembering "Good Slut" written on it and the photo she sent to him. Her thoughts drifting to sleeping naked and keeping the label on herself, the countless orgasms she had the following nights after, and the tinge of disappointment she had after finally washing the label off days later.
Reminiscing on that night, Camila was short of twirling her hair and biting her lip. She had been giddy just relishing the memory and was hoping to continue and see if he finally replied.
Finally the screen loaded.
"Oh shit!"
Her face turned beet red when she realized she exclaimed out loud, looking up and noticing the two other people in the waiting room now staring at her, one with concern and the other with bewilderment in their eyes.
Her head sunk into her shoulders as she slightly mouthed "Sorry" trying to make herself small before her focus shifted back to her phone.
The inbox icon that was depressingly grey each time, now had a red notification badge blinking at her. Her fingers quickly tapping them to see what she had been waiting a whole week for:
*VeiledVoyeur: Sorry for radio silence, work had me busy. I hope this good slut has been well?
Feeling her heart nearly jump out of her chest, she grinned ear to ear at the sight of the message. Her hands deftly typed back
*SillynSlutty: Yes sir, I've been a good slut and missed talking to you.
Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip and added:
*SillynSlutty: Did u miss me?
She looked up from her phone, making sure the other two were preoccupied and not fixating on her glee. Seeing the two engrossed in inaudible conversation, she felt satisfied to proceed with her replies.
But before she could send another message, the door to the waiting room opened.
Her head snapped up and there she saw Nolan appear through the doorway. He stood there looking down, checking his phone for a moment before sliding it back in his pocket. Camila looked at his usual mop of medium length disheveled hair, then down at his fitted pull-over that was a calming shade of dark green, her eyes fixating on his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms.
She couldn't help looking him up and down all the way, her view lingering from the taper of his shoulders down across his charcoal slacks that wrapped tight around his legs.
Quick to close her phone and avoid brandishing the kink forum, Camila stood up.
"No tie today?"
Her grin persisting, changing from thinking about VeiledVoyeur, now to Nolan.
"Didn't feel like looking up a tutorial on how to tie one"
His eyes met hers after he chuckled, but he flashed a blinking glance at her chest catching the cleavage showing from her sweater.
"Oh boy, here we go. I knew I shouldn't have picked the tight pants this morning."
After another blinking glance, he kept his attention on Camila's face but found himself focusing on the view at his bottom peripheral vision, the juncture where her sweater dipped down, revealing a hint of creamy skin with a sprinkle of freckles and the slightest glimpse of a pink bra. He worked hard to ensure his eyes and head didn't show his focus, imagining his head was fixed forward on a tether.
"Well, I'm a fan of casual," Camila replied,
"Glad you approve"
He chuckled then gestured Camila to follow him into the hallway. His cheeks already feeling warm upon her flirting.
"This is gonna be fun."
Camilla mused to herself as she caught his cheeks already turning a pale shade of pink. She walks a couple steps behind him as he led her down the hall and back into his office.
Ahead of her, Nolan quickly looked at his phone and peeked at the notification he received, a quick smirk realizing that he received two messages from SillynSlutty.
"Other clients blowing you up?" She tried to peek at his phone but failed to catch anything.
"Nah, a thing from delivery notice from Amazon, nothing important,"
He felt a quick jolt of concern, hoping she didn't see the message as he stuffed his phone in his pocket as he opened the door to his office.
He gestured for her to get seated, closing the door behind them.
Camila gently sat down, the leather welcoming her hips as she sat, her heart beating wildly imagining her cat and mouse game with Nolan and the raunchy messages she wanted to have with VeiledVoyeur after, unaware that two were sitting right in front of her.
"So, how have you been since our last session?"
Making eye contact and as he got settled into his chair across from her.
"Well, work wise it's been really slow."
She let out a sigh as the words left her mouth, initially looking at Nolan's file cabinet before her gaze fell went back to the therapist, meeting his eyes.
"How about you doc? You had a good week so far?"
He opened his lips to reply, but she quickly added.
"Sorry, didn't mean to call you doc again."
Her words followed by a quick chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners with her smirk.
"God. she's adorable. This is going to be just like last time."
Nolan tried his best to maintain a stoic face as his thoughts fixated on her facial expressions, ensuring he kept an even gaze at her face, as much as he wanted to take another peek at her cleavage.
"You're fine, you can technically call me that if you want but I just want to make clear that I'm no doctor. "
He followed his words with a giggle to mimic her.
Camila found herself adoring his gaze, taking in how hard he was keeping eye contact or keeping his view above eye level. Last session, she took note of how much he drifted his view. Now just hearing her chuckle
"Yes sir!"
Her chipper tone and the way she perked up as she said that made Nolan pause for a visible amount of time. His mind immediately went back to the messages he shared with his new friend from the forums, the same one that started messaging him again right as the session started.
She squinted her eyes slightly, trying to read the therapist shuffling in his seat slightly after her comment. After light chuckle and dry swallow, he finally responded.
"So, how have you been with that journal we discussed?"
He was hoping to keep the session productive, lest it fixate on the erotic fantasies that continued swirling in his mind.
"Oh yeah! I was able to make some, entries but I did get a bit, distracted after the first few."
Nolan immediately felt a slight pinch from his right temple, causing his eye to flinch. He took some deep breaths, breathing out quietly and slowly to avoid drawing more attention, anticipating the flurry of intimate details or double entendre. Meanwhile, Camila felt her cheeks grow warm at her implication, her own thoughts racing on what she would say next, fueled by his reaction, seeing his nostrils flare and his eye twitch. She felt her tongue retract and stay between her teeth behind her closed lips as she reveled in the tension between both of them.
"It's only the first week, no need to beat yourself up about it."
Right as the words escaped his mouth his mind conjured images of her spanking herself, beckoning for him to command her and tell her how she could please him. He slowly closed his eyes and took another deep breath, kicking himself for his own error.
