"Doc, I keep having naughty dreams in which I get tied up and spanked," Farzana Zadegan said with a sigh, as she sat inside Dr. Constantin Mathieu's office. Located in the south end of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, the good Doctor's psychiatric practice was sandwiched between a spa, a seedy bookstore, a Caribbean restaurant and a Western Union money mart. Not exactly an ideal location for a shrink's office, then again what place is?
"Miss Zadegan, you're twenty one, a young woman in college, it's definitely a time to explore, a time to find oneself, there's nothing wrong with your fantasies," Dr. Mathieu remarked, stroking his goateed chin. Six feet two inches tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome like only a strong Haitian man could be, the good Doctor looked mighty fine in a dark gray suit, blue silk shirt, black tie and dark gray silk pants. Although in his early forties, he could still pass for thirty two, thanks to a good exercise regimen and strong genetics....
"Oh, Doc, it doesn't stop there, sometimes, in those naughty dreams, a strong and dark gentleman takes me in hand and shows me the error of my ways," Farzana said, licking her lips suggestively, and the Doc repressed a shudder. This young Persian Muslim woman had a way of getting at him that other patients simply couldn't. Damn Farzana and her fetching ways...
"Go on," Dr. Mathieu replied, crossing his legs to conceal his growing boner, and Farzana leaned forward, her boobs threatening to spill out of her black tank top. When the young woman uncrossed her legs, the black leather miniskirt she had on did little to hide everything it was meant to conceal. Like the fact that on this blistering summer's day, Farzana wasn't wearing any panties...
"Are you alright, Doc?" Farzana asked in that sultry voice of hers, and Dr. Mathieu bit his lip, then nodded, urging her to continue. From the moment Farzana Zadegan walked into his practice six months ago, Dr. Constantin Mathieu knew that she was trouble. The young woman came at the personal recommendation of his good friend Ali Nahas, a Lebanese shipping magnate whom Constantin knew during their halcyon days at McGill University.
"I'm fine, Farzana, thanks for your concern, please, continue," Dr. Mathieu said, and he briefly glanced at the wall clock. Another twenty five minutes to go with their session. Damn it. Normally, his sessions with Farzana were among his most challenging but the young temptress was seriously on fire today. Hot damn. What could he do to make things go faster? As he pondered this, a smiling Farzana rose from her chair, and the good Doctor's heart skipped a beat...
"Doc, I know you have the hots for me and it's okay, I know your wife Deirdre left you last month," Farzana said, as she stood, two meters from Dr. Mathieu, hands on her hips. Dr. Mathieu blinked in surprise, stunned by the young woman's words. Clearly Farzana knew a lot more about him than he previously thought, and she could only have learned these things by...doing what exactly?
"How do you know all this?" Dr. Mathieu asked, shocked, and Farzana flashed him that fearless smile of hers. Everything he knew about her told him that she was a spoiled, rich brat. Dr. Mathieu dutifully researched all of his patients before taking them on as clients, and Farzana Zadegan, the Temptress From Hell, came from a fairly interesting background...
