"Meridith, I want you to just stand up and bare your breasts." Doctor Tomlinson told me.
I looked up at him. We were in perhaps our 5th or 6th session, I wasn't really sure of that. This time he had hooked a simple heart monitor to me, then had me sit down. I could not see the screen from my seat, and he had the sound turned off.
Doctor Hajjari had made arrangements for the sessions, he had walked into my office one afternoon, there was a paperwork error and he simply wanted my handwritten notes so they could correct the billings.
I was sitting there quietly crying.
I am a sexual surrogate, I had just finished a successful two hours with a client. The client was a nice man, in his forties. He had managed very well, my notes would show that he had solid improvements and could perform normally in the right situations.
All that was left for him in his life was to find the correct situations, and Jeanie, the other therapist on staff had been working with his wife to help her improve.
It had been an easy one, most are not.
"What's wrong, Meridith?" Doctor Hajjari asked me.
"Nothing." I answered, although I could see in his eyes that he didn't believe that.
The truth is that I always sit and cry quietly after a session. There had been perhaps a dozen or so successful completions to this point, not a lot really.
That is what we call it in my profession.
Completions.
"I want you to start going to see Doctor Tomlinson, Meridith. I had thought you could turn off the emotions, but it seems you can't completely." He came over and reached out to me, his hand gently brushing my shoulder.
Doctor Hajarri was one of the very few men I knew that I trusted completely. He was a small middle eastern man, not one time had he ever done or said anything at all untowards.
I gathered myself back up, turning in seconds into the smiling, relaxed and together woman I pretend to be. I saw him blink at the sudden transformation.
"Yes, I think it is important, Meridith."
I just nodded.
That is how I found myself in Doctor Tomlinson's office. He had a mannerism that is difficult to explain, somehow by the end of the first session he had me at ease. By the end of the second one he had cracked my facade, and we began to talk.
I mean, really talk.
I told him truthfully about my life, what had happened to me. I explained to him how I had become a surrogate, I spoke at length of all of the situations of exhibitionism I had done.
My training made me very good at reading the language that a person's body speaks, there was no sign at all in him to cause me pause. He spoke to me and listened, completely accepting.
When he asked two of the other male staff members to come into the office and just observe, I was not sure what he intended.
He looked at me and simply asked me to stand up and bare my breasts for him and two total strangers. The one man I had never seen before, the other I knew was an orderly but I did not know his name.
I stood up, reached up for the zipper on the light sweater I wore. In one quick motion, I pulled it all the way to the bottom, opened it and turned towards the men.
They both stood there and looked at me, surprise in their expressions. It was obvious that they were unaware of what Doctor Tomlinson intended.
"So, tell me, Meridith, what are you feeling at this exact moment?" He asked.
"Nothing." I just stood there, holding the front of my sweater open. That was the truth, I felt nothing at all. The two men gazed at me, both of their faces had turned slightly red.
"Thank you, you may go now." He dismissed them, they turned and left the room with some reluctance.
"Oh, fasten that back up please." He said, turning back to me. He glanced over at the monitor, I knew it remained unchanged. I hooked the zipper, slid it back up and sat down.
"So tell me about your most recent experience, when was it and what did you do?" Doctor Tomlinson asked me in that same unfathomable manner.
"It was last night. I went to the mall, I do almost every evening to shop. I saw a man and a woman coming up the escalator so I started down."
"What were you wearing?" He asked, glancing over at the monitor.
"A skirt, with a light blouse."
"Was it short?"
"Yes, very short."
"Was there anything beneath it?"
"No, I never wear underwear."
"Did they see you?"
"Yes." I thought about that, the woman had glanced up first, surprise at seeing a flash of my bare pussy as I stepped onto the stairs. The escalator only came upwards in this mall, it had stairs to go back down.
A perfect scenario for my evening escapades. I had pretended to not notice as the woman nudged her man and whispered, her eyes turned to me as I looked out over the room, then I saw them drop down out of the corner of my eye.
The man looked up at me, his expression changed to one of pleasure. I did my best to improve his view without being obvious about it. I really am quite extreme about that, I use a soft pink lipstick and color my pussy lips to make them stand out clearly.
I like that one particular mall very much, the huge windows face the afternoon sunlight, so there are few shadows. Also anyone walking behind me can see my upper body, my nice firm C cup breasts clearly through the thin material.
I have been followed around quite a bit, I know just where to stand to offer up the best views of my nakedness.
The familiar sensations began to waft over me, I knew they could both see clearly up between my legs to my carefully waxed loins.
I was by them quickly, my right arm supporting me with each step as my heart raced, then a solid orgasm flowed through me, making my head spin.
It was enough, it was perfect. So often I tried and no one saw, or they looked away quickly, spoiling the magic intensity I craved.
I glanced back at the two of them, they were standing at the top of the escalator, surprise still in their expression. I turned and walked out the front doors and went home.
"Interesting!" Doctor Tomlinson said, invading my vision. I had very nearly orgasmed again at the thought of the night before.
"What?" I asked.
"Your pulse, it jumped from a steady 56 to almost 90 while you were speaking. Tell me, what were you feeling?"
"An orgasm, I very nearly did."
"When do you feel the most intense climaxes, Meridith?"
"When someone sees me."
"But only like that, when it seems accidental?"
"Yes."
"During sex, do you climax?"
"I don't have sex."
"When you are with one of your clients, do you then? During or before intercourse?"
"Yes."
"How often?"
"Every time, usually when I am masturbating them. Only sometimes when they are inside me. When they are inside me, I am usually concentrating on using my inner muscles to try and keep them erect. It is like I am just too busy to actually let myself go."
"Do you masturbate yourself?"
"No."
