[Therapy Office -- Audio Recording Begins]
The door clicked shut behind her. She didn't sit right away.
She hovered. Nervous energy curled around her body like smoke, hands fiddling with the strap of her purse.
Then, like surrender, she exhaled and crossed her legs on the couch, slow, deliberate, as if she knew the angle gave a peek of lace under her skirt.
Nia Weston. Thirty-two. Married. No prior therapy.
She wore red lipstick like a weapon, but her voice betrayed her.
"He has no idea what I did to get him through college."
[CONFESSION - NIA'S VOICE LOG]
"Tariq's sweet. Hardworking. But he's not... that smart. He barely passed classes even though he stayed up studying all night. I couldn't watch him fail. I loved him. I still do."
"At the time, I knew both of his professors. Bryant was already flirting. I pushed it further. Wore short skirts. No bra. Pretended to need help with my paper."
"He called me into his office during his break. Locked the door. Told me to suck his dick if I really cared that much."
She paused.
Licked her lips.
"So I dropped to my knees, on that ugly-ass brown carpet. He didn't even take his belt all the way off--just pulled his cock out, hard and already leaking. He gripped my hair like I was his to own, and fucked my throat while I gagged around it. I let him. I wanted him to come."
"He came deep, too. No warning. I swallowed like a good girl and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater."
"He passed Tariq with a B+."
"Ellis was a little more... nasty. Real quiet type. He told me he liked raw loyalty. Said he wanted to test mine."
"He bent me over the back of a wooden bench in the art building. Pulled my jeans down, no condom, spit on my asshole and shoved his dick in while I bit the edge of the bench to keep from screaming."
"It hurt. He was thick. Fast. Said, 'Love means taking it where it hurts, baby.' And I did. Took every inch until I felt his cum leak down the backs of my thighs."
