My dear reader, this is a fantasy, a pornographic story without any connection to reality. If massive cocks, cervix pounding sex, and screaming orgasms annoy you, you should stop reading.
Oh, there also is some BDSM elements (Dd/lg, spanking) in this story, but nothing that a person into BDSM would consider 'real' BDSM.
THIS STORY INCLUDES MATERIAL THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18-YEARS-OLD OR OLDER AND CONSENTING ADULTS.
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As his self-absorbed last patient of the day, a corporate lawyer whined how stressful his work was, Max, pinched the bridge of his nose. For the first time in his life, he couldn't find any reason to be empathetic.
Was it really his job to stop people overworking their way to the early grave? Then he sighed deeply when he realized that, as a therapist, it actually was his job, and his patients paid well for him to listen to them whining. Max had always liked his job, but now he was wondering if it was worth it?
While his patient whined how stressful his life was, Max started to think that he should take more patients who needed therapy but couldn't afford it. He smiled; that way, he'd feel like he'd be giving something back to society, which would most likely make him a lot happier.
When he'd started to study psychology, he had thought that he'd help people. But somewhere along the line, he had become a vent for the rich and powerful burned-out people. He wanted to get out of that trap, Max wanted to start helping unprivileged people.
Too bored to listen to the lawyer anymore Max said, "Good, I think that we have made some progress," he told the patient, "your time is up, and this was the―"
"Oh, we had progress?" The lawyer said.
"During the three months, you've been my patient? Yes, I believe so," Max said. "And, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me; this was our last session. I will give you names of other therapists who can help―"
"You cannot throw me out!"
"William, I have plans to start treating unprivileged people and war veterans who desperately need my help. Privileged patients like you will not be my priority. However, I will―" When the man opened his mouth to protest, Max raised his hand to shut him up. "Do not interrupt me. As I was saying, I will help you to find another therapist who will be better suited to work with you." As Max looked at the man. "Is that clear?"
Four months earlier, Max would not have talked that way to a patient or anyone else. He had always been a meek man with almost nonexistent self-confidence. But after he'd started to date, Julia Max had become more and more confident, and he wasn't avoiding confrontations anymore.
And now he used that newfound confidence to get rid of a patient he didn't like. The lawyer was unhappy to hear that Max would not treat him anymore, but Max didn't care. He had made his decision. He would start moving his current patients to other therapists and start taking patients who needed therapy but couldn't afford it.
Max guided the lawyer out, and when he saw his sister in the waiting room, he groaned. Why would his sister be there? He usually saw her only thanksgiving and Christmas day dinners that his mother insisted that they spend together as a family. "What do you want, Janice?"
"Is that a way to greet your little sister?" his sister asked.
Max snorted. As much as his sister wanted people to think that she was the younger sibling, she was five years older. "Do you want me to answer that honestly?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"No, not really." Janice looked at Max's receptionist. "Can we have a little privacy?"
Max sighed. "Sure, come to my office," he said, getting back to his office.
"What is it you want?" He asked when they were alone.
"Can't I meet my brother without wanting something?"
Max sat down in his armchair. "We barely tolerate each other during the family dinners. There is only one reason you'd come to me. So, how much do you need?"
Janice's eyes flared. "I still don't get why grandpa left everything to you!"
Max sighed. His father and sister were still angry about his grandfather leaving almost all the family fortune to him, leaving them only scraps. "He left the money to me because A) I have never given a shit about the money. B) I'm not as stupid as dad, uncle, and you."
"We're not stupid!" Janice said.
"Right... tell me, who was it that lost almost all their wealth in Madoff's Ponzi scheme? Was it me?" Max asked.
"Everyone fell for it! We weren't the only ones," Janice said.
"Yeah, but not all of us put ALL of our monies to in one basket. I gave Madoff some money, but I, at least, had the common sense to spread my monies equally around all industries," Max said.
Janice snorted. "Daddy said that your idiotic invests give barely a percent more revenue every year than the inflation is."
"Uh-huh," Max said, "have you heard about the guy called Warren Buffet?"
"Of course, he's one of the richest men in the world."
"And do you know how he became a billionaire?"
"He invested well," Janice said.
"Yes, just like I, Buffet invests in the long-term. I don't expect you to understand why it is good to wait for ten, fifteen, or even twenty years before cashing out the invests," Max said. "Now, Jan, tell me, is it a good idea to call me idiot me when you're here to ask money?"
Janice groaned and slumped on the couch. "Sorry, I'm just stressed. I need $250 000."
"Why don't you ask your husband? A quarter of a million is peanuts for him." Max asked.
"Because Hank cannot know about this. I cheated on him, and now I'm being blackmailed," Janice confessed.
