"Ms. McCarty, please come on in. Make yourself comfortable."
Perry ran an extremely successful therapy business and saw a lot of women like her.
'Thanks, Doctor," Kelli whispered as she stepped into her analyst's office, timidly with little nervous twitches marring her otherwise beautiful face. She was obviously upset about something. There was a couch and a chair in the office. The couch was expensive and comfortable looking. The chair was a recliner upholstered in some rich looking leather. She selected the chair and demurely tucked her skirt under her as she sat down. She perched herself on the edge of the seat and quickly scanned the room before slowly leaning back. She inhaled deeply and slowly let it out before closing her eyes.
Perry noticed her eyes were already a little moist and pushed a box of tissues across his desk. She didn't notice.
He looked at her, slowly scanning from head to toe. A phenomenally good looking woman, he thought, extremely well-dressed although the skirt seemed a bit short for a woman in her late thirties. Her legs were crossed at the ankle. Her frilly white blouse seemed to over-emphasize her breasts but the navy jacket added a touch of class to the outfit. Trophy wife, he thought, feeling the effects of not being in her twenties and maybe suspecting her husband had a younger woman on the side.
"I.....I've done a bad thing." She started her admission slowly then blurted out the last few words as though she needed to spit out the phrase before she turned and ran from the room. She leaned her head against the back of the chair and took several deep breaths. Even though Perry was a professional and knew he had to keep the interview on the proper level, he couldn't help but notice the rise and fall of her breasts. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself.
"What did you do?"
She turned her face away from him. He saw a tear streak down her cheek. He got up and walked over to her, grabbing the box of tissues as he went.
"Here," he whispered as he handed her one. He stood over her a few seconds longer, admiring her overt sexiness. He shook his head as if to get the thought of her naked out of his mind and went back to his desk.
"I cheated on my husband," she said, composing herself and enunciating the phrase slowly and carefully as though she was using each word to punish herself.
"Does he know?"
"He was there."
"With you?"
"Yes. It was his idea and I didn't want to . . . until. . .until. . ."
She couldn't finish. She stopped and took a very deep breath. She looked out the window at the Los Angeles skyline in the distance.
Perry watched her for a moment and then completed the sentence for her.
"You didn't want to until you wanted to?"
"Yes." She answered in a whispered voice so quiet that he could barely hear her.
"Does that make me a whore? A slut?" she hissed.
"You've never cheated on him before?"
"No. He was my first lover. He was the only man I've ever been with."
"How long have you been together?"
"Fifteen years. I met him right after I graduated from UCLA. He was my first boss."
Perry thought for a moment and asked, "Older, maybe married? He divorced her for you?"
"Yeah, he's ten years older than me. We had an affair. It started after I had been with the company for a few months. We flew to New York on business -- I was his executive assistant."
"When did the affair start?"
"The second night we were in New York. My hotel room was next to his. We had to redo a proposal so we worked late. I went to his room to. . ." She stopped for a long moment, lost in the memory of what happened that night.
"You worked for a few hours, then you stayed the night with him?"
"I didn't intend to stay. We had a few drinks from the mini-bar. I was feeling a bit loose; I was tired so I started to leave. He caught me at the door and kissed me. Next thing I knew we were in bed. He was my first," she sobbed.
"Lean back and relax. Take a few minutes before you go on."
She leaned against the back of the chair and carefully reclined. She uncrossed her legs as she went back, exposing her legs to mid-thigh. Perry could see that she was wearing old-fashioned garters and nylons. In a few moments she had gathered herself together and continued.
"A few weeks ago my husband introduced me to Jake. He was a new business partner. My husband had loaned him some money to expand his club. Jake invited us to join the club. He said it was a very private, exclusive club."
"And you went?"
"Not right away. I thought it might be fun but Bob said he wanted to explain something to me first."
"He told me it was a swingers club, limited to the very wealthy. I didn't want to go but my husband talked me into it."
"How did he convince you to go?"
"He said it would just be business and we wouldn't have to participate. Just show up, have a few drinks and go home."
