"That's the bathroom in there Diesel. Get some Kleenex if you need it."
"Yeah I fucking need it. I'm surprised I still have my front teeth. Goddamn!" Madison watched Diesel fling open the bathroom door and disappear inside. She'd turned off the intercom even though the worst had already been done for the audience right outside her door. Madison sat on her desk doubled over, anxiety coursing through her body. This was it. All her hard work, all of it, for naught. She was going to lose her job.
"Madison, are you okay?" Madison looked up as Diesel emerged from the bathroom, his face clean of the blood that had covered it only moments ago.
"No. I'm going to get fired. I'm going to lose my license. People are going to be looking at me as I clean out my desk, calling me a slut." Madison gasped as a sob snaked its way up her throat.
"Breathe Madison, how do you even know she heard us?"
"How did she miss it? The moment you came in here the conversation slid into inappropriate territory. We talked about last night--we argued--you fucked me. Shit!" Madison stood and began removing things from her desk in jerky movements.
"Listen, calm the fuck down."
"I can't go out there Diesel. I'm never leaving this office again. Everyone probably knows by now!"
"Madison, calm down, okay? Everything's gonna be fine. I'm going to go out there and take a peek, alright?"
"No!" Madison said in a strained whisper.
"Madison, what are we gonna do, live in here? One of us has to go out there and survey the situation. I've been through a lot harder shit than this could ever manage to be, I'll take care of it. Just sit there, put your shit back in your desk, and relax."
"Okay," she managed to squeak out. She watched him go through the door, and she tried to calm herself. She was a therapist after all, if she couldn't calm herself down she had no business trying to do the same for others.
~~
Diesel closed the door softly behind him and stared at the empty desk just outside Madison's door. Everything looked just as it had when he came in, only the receptionist was nowhere to be found. Diesel took a sly inspection of the phone that sat ominously on the desk, and the red light pulsed steady and mocking. He waited, not exactly sure of what the next move was but he felt good about the fact that the receptionist was not at her post. He would've turned the intercom off himself but he had no clue how to do so and he didn't want to fuck anything up, so he continued to wait. He even took a seat in one of the cheap upholstered seats that lined the walls.
"Mr. Olsen? Oh gosh did you need something? Did you need to reschedule?" The receptionist barreled into the room with a bag of take out in her hand. "Is Dr. Attard still in there? Did she need me?" She seemed nervous and had apparently slipped out during he and Madison's--session.
"No, I was just waiting here," Diesel said. He released the breath he didn't even know he was holding as relief washed over him. "I was waiting here for you to get back, Lisa is it?"
"Yeah, Lisa." she said, a pleased look flickering across her face.
"I don't usually do things like this, but I stepped out to go to the bathroom and when I got back I hoped you'd be back. I just wanted to tell you that I thought you looked--nice today." Diesel said.
"Thank you, wow, thanks a lot." Lisa blushed and smiled. "You're pretty handsome yourself."
"Thanks. Well, I'd better be getting back in there," Diesel took a step toward the door.
"Well--should I give you my number or something?" Lisa twirled a strand of her straw blonde hair around her finger.
"Uh, yeah, but when I leave, I don't want to get you in any trouble."
"I won't get into any trouble, Dr. Attard is cool as hell."
"Uh, okay then," Diesel took her number which she scribbled on the back of one of Madison's cards. For the second time he went for the door.
"Wait!" Lisa barked.
"What now?" Diesel said, smiling quickly to cover the exasperated sound of his voice.
"Um, I can't just let you walk back in there, I need to you know, let her know you're on your way back in."
"Oh, okay." Diesel waited as Lisa pressed the intercom button. Madison's voice crackled over the line. He could hear the nervousness in her voice even through all the distortion. Diesel figured that even if Lisa had been sitting here the entire time she wouldn't have understood what the hell was going on anyway from the less than stellar sound quality.
"Dr. Attard, Mr. Olsen is back."
"Send him in Lisa." Diesel smiled weakly at Lisa who waved at him with a flutter of her eyelashes as he stepped back into Madison's office and closed the door behind himself.
"What happened?" Madison whispered as soon as he was seated in front of her once again.
"She wasn't at her desk. She snuck out to get some food apparently."
"Wow, her being a crappy receptionist finally paid off. Who would've thought!" Madison sighed, leaned back in her chair. "Oh, is your mouth okay?"
"Yeah, it wasn't as bad as it seemed, my bottom tooth just cut my lip a bit."
"Sorry again," Madison said.
"Well it's the price one pays for making a woman such as yourself come." Diesel said, a wicked smile sliding onto his face.
"Mmm, well I hope you enjoyed it," Madison said, giving him a wicked smile of her own.
"Oh I did," Diesel laughed, leaning toward her.
"Because it's the last fucking time you'll make a woman such as myself come. Now I'm going to have to ask you to leave, I want to catch a quick lunch and then I have a few evening appointments I need to prepare for."
"What?"
"You heard me. Did you forget how you treated me when you got here? You come in here with alcohol on your breath and your bad attitude and your threats, and I'm supposed to forget all that cause you beat my cervix into submission, fuck that and fuck you. I don't need the added stress."
"I didn't know therapists had such dirty mouths," Diesel said standing. "But what did I expect from someone who--"
"Finish that sentence and I'll make sure the fucking Marine Corp kicks your ass out the moment you report back."
"You'd do that?"
"Try me asshole. I'm a nice girl Diesel, believe it or not. I broke a lot of rules with you, and I thought it was worth it because you made me feel amazing. But I won't be talked to like one of your giggly women who fall all over every word you say because you look good. I'll refer you to another doctor who can help you, and if you want to tell that doctor what we did feel free. I won't, however, be blackmailed." Madison picked up her purse from the floor beneath her desk and slid a pair of sunglasses over eyes.
"I'm sorry Madison, I just, I got scared. I didn't expect to find you, and you make me feel so--"
"Save it, Diesel. I have enough issues of my own, I don't need to add yours to the pile. Here's some professional advice, and it's the last I'll ever give you. When you like someone, you don't make them feel like shit. No matter what. We've all got problems and frailties and shortcomings, but its how we deal with them that makes us who we are and its how we well we treat others around us despite it all that makes us loveable. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a busy day ahead of me."
"Well don't let me stop you!" Diesel said. He stormed from the office, past a startled Lisa and out of the building. He could barely see straight. Anger and sadness battled in his stomach making his movements uncoordinated and clumsy. He fumbled his keys from his pocket and opened his car door. It was hot inside yet again, and the seats burned him through his clothes but he sat there and let that pain mix with the dull throb in his mouth. It distracted him. It stopped him from putting his fist through his windshield.
~~
Madison made her way to the cafeteria, holding the sobs that kept rising from her throat at bay long enough to order a salad and a bottled water from the lunch counter. She found a table in the back of the cafeteria behind a bunch of leafy artificial plants. She stared at her salad and took one sip from her water before the tears broke free. She was the most unlucky woman in love. She'd once again opened her life--and her legs--to someone who didn't respect her. What did she expect though? Diesel was a patient. A patient with problems just like every other person who came through her doors. A lapse in judgment due to a weak period in her life had brought her to this place, yet again. It was almost ironic that she was a therapist. She had enough issues of her own to fill the Grand Canyon a million times over.
After she'd picked at her salad long enough she returned to her office. Lisa was at her desk and her eyes lit up when she saw her. "Hey, what was up with the dramatic exit that hot Marine made?"
"Hell if I know, he's crazy, remember?"
~~
Diesel held his dick in his hand and closed his eyes tightly. He imagined the feel of her warmth encasing his shaft, and his fist began a slow steady up and down stroke that was a lame substitute for the real thing, but it would have to do. He came with his fingers to his nose, her smell still there, sweet but fading. He cleaned himself up and then was startled by the shrill chime of his cell phone and even though he didn't recognize the number, he answered it anyway with hopes that it was Madison.
"Hey there Cock Diesel!" A voice yelled over the line. Diesel sat up, his mind racing trying to place the voice. "I know you know who this is!"
"Sorry but I don't, and you should probably tell me right now before I hang the fucking phone up."
