Dusty sighed as he picked through the stacks of junk mail. He hated having to come to the post office to get his mail but he hadn't yet set up a mailbox at his homesite and it wasn't really a priority as the house was almost completed. "I know right, Bills and junk is all I ever get too" A voice called off to his left.
Turning, Dusty found a beautiful woman kneeling a few feet away digging in her own P.O. Box. She was either native or latina, though he couldn't quite tell. A little on the chubby side with a cute face, friendly smile, and the biggest tits he'd ever seen. She wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing, just a standard blouse, but they still managed to stretch the fabric to the absolute maximum. Catching himself staring he made a point to laugh and turn back to his box to lock it up. "It's not all bad, I got a catalog too" He said, holding up an office supplies catalog someone had sent him. She let out an adorable snicker, and he had to smile.
"High roller huh? Hi, sorry to pry, I'm Gia." She stood and extended a hand. Dusty shook it and introduced himself, taking stock of the fact he probably looked like warmed over shit. The construction crew was still weeks out of finishing his bathroom and the shower in his RV was too small for him to really get clean let alone style his hair and beard. Still, when she heard his name her eyes lit up.
"Dusty Coontz? Oh my gosh You're Dusty Coontz. You're kinda a big deal around here. Delia, before she passed, would tell everyone who'd listen about you...She was such a sweet woman, everyone was sad when she left us." She said, her tone suddenly shifting when she realized she may have brought up something painful. It had been several years ago though, while he was in his first season of college ball. He'd flown in for the funeral, but he'd been so out of it between the loss and worrying about missing games he'd basically been a zombie.
"She was a hell of a woman. She's actually why I'm here now, she left me her place and the hot spring when she passed." In truth she'd left him a beautiful old craftsman that had been in the family, and a small hotspring out in the sticks that had yet to be ruined by hipsters. But unfortunately what he'd inherited was two piles of ash following the last series of wildfires. And while insurance was covering the rebuilds it would take some time. Leaving him sleeping in a motorcoach his parent's had donated to the cause as a graduation present. A renovated tour bus from some country band who thankfully didn't smoke.
"I heard, I used to go to her hotspring all the time as a teenager, I was excited when I heard someone was rebuilding it. I'm really looking forward to going out there once it's finished." She smiled. He had to admit, though he'd planned to take a hands off approach and let someone else run it, the prospect of seeing this absolute fertility goddess in a bathing suit was enough to make him reconsider.
"I look forward to seeing you there, you can expect us to put an ad in the local paper when we open up." He smiled, somewhat nervously. It had been a long time since he'd thought about flirting, or how to do it, and was feeling somewhat awkward. "It was Uhm...good meeting you" he smiled and turned to the exit. 4 years ago he wouldn't have hesitated to ask her out. When he was a star prospect on his way to the show, he'd have snapped up the chance to take a hottie like her to bed and read her friendliness as obvious flirting. But a destroyed knee and total mental breakdown later he barely had the confidence to look her in the eye.
He climbed into his truck and tossed the mail in the passenger seat, checking out the rearview once before shifting into gear. Just as his tires started to turn there was a knock at his window and he practically jumped out of his skin. Gia was standing on the passenger side of the truck waving with a sheepish smile. "Hey, longshot here but you wouldn't have any interest in coaching our local travel ball team would you? My nephew is on it and our coach dropped out last month after he got arrested for tax evasion. The assistant coach has been filling in but she's a nurse and has had to miss a couple games because of work." She asked as he rolled the window down.
"I Uhm...baseball isn't really part of my life anymore. I guess it was after Grandma Delia passed so you guys probably didn't hear about it but I got into a pretty serious accident and ended up unable to play anymore." He said sheepishly. Accident was a generous way to describe it. In truth he'd tried to stop a nut job from verbally abusing a barista, and for his troubles the guy had run him down in the parking lot when he'd come out.
"We heard about the attack, it was actually in the paper. Everyone around here was heartbroken for you. Like I said I figure it was a longshot but I wanted to ask. I mean, I'd be the best auntie ever if I delivered THE Dusty Coontz as our replacement coach." She laughed. She leaned forward into his door, her massive breasts spilling over the top of it. He wasn't sure if it was a deliberate attempt at convincing him or just an inevitability considering how big the sweater stretches were. "Anyway, they practice down at the county highschool. If you wanna come by and meet the team, I'll let my sister know I invited you" she smiled. He nodded and she pulled back from the truck and drove off.
Back at his RV he sighed as he climbed the stairs and tossed the mail on the dinette, sinking into the sofa. "Fuck!" He shouted, unconcerned of the sound. Nearest neighbors lived a half mile up the road and another half mile off it up a drive. Baseball was a part of his life he'd left behind for good reason.
The depression and anger he felt following the attack and subsequent loss of his future left him suicidal and bitter, so much so he'd spent a brief voluntary stay in an institution. And while it was in there he'd realized his talent and passion for psychology, he had no desire to return. Further he knew what his own therapist whom he'd left behind in Spokane would say about him re-engaging in baseball when he told her. Something about it being a form of self harm more likely than not, which would be spot on. He resigned to let the beautiful woman and her offer slip from his mind.
One Week Later
Dusty was confused when he heard the knock at his office door. He'd rented out a small single suite office with a bathroom above the local general store mostly because he knew his Internet up at the house would never be good enough for video call sessions, he had no intention nor had made any advertisements to solicit local patients. Something his own therapist had told him when he'd gotten into the game, best not to shit where you eat.
He rose and went to unlock the old thick oak door he'd carefully padded with soundproofing foam for patient confidentiality when he'd taken possession. The place looked a mess outside of his carefully curated video call background and he kinda winced as he realized it. Outside the office stood a beautiful Asian woman with soft features and a large beaming grin.
"Hi, Dusty right? I'm Deirdra Kim, I'm kinda the de facto coach running the local travel ball team. I was told by one of our boosters, Gia Sleepingbear that she'd asked if you wanted to help out with the team and I wanted to touch base with you and see if you'd given it any thought." She smiled nervously. Dusty tried to hide the annoyance from his face, he thought he'd done a good enough job of shirtking this in the post office, to the detriment of his flirtation with the beautiful Gia.
"I uhm...Gia asked about me possibly sitting in on some practices, but I've been out of Ball for a few years and I'm far from what I used to be. I also don't have kids, and I'm new to the community. I don't think I'm the person to fit your needs unfortunately." He shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation as kindly as he could. She looked disappointed but nodded, shrugging. She reached in a bag she held and pulled out a baseball.
"Listen, I took over the team when our last coach had to quit. I'm just a mom trying her best to make sure her son doesn't have to quit doing what he loves. I never even played Softball, but I was the only parent to step up. But looking at our schedule I'll have to miss half our games this summer. I know this isn't your problem, but it would mean a lot to me if you'd just come out and watch them play." She said nervously, offering him the ball. It had the logo of a hCatfish with a native American art style to it. He sighed and tossed the ball into the air, catching it and repeating as sort of a stim to release the tension. It felt good, natural in his hand. He noticed Deidra's eyes tracking the ball as it rose and fell, almost immediately disregarding him.
"Sorry, Old habit. Got yelled at for doing it in class most of highschool and college" he chuckled, but didn't stop. Deidre shook her head and continued to stare at the ball as it rose and fell in a perfect loop, almost impossibly perfect. No variation in the arc or speed at all. Like a perfect metronome.
"No it's fine...just mesmerizing" She muttered, unable to look away from the spinning blue and gray of the logo on the ball as it bounced and fell perfectly. She started to feel an anxiety, every time the ball would hit his palm, but then it would bounce again. "It's...so perfect. Every time...really impressive"
"Mesmerizing huh? Maybe I should use this instead of a metronome with my hypnotherapy clients. 'Watch the baseball, you are getting very sleepy, you don't want to smoke anymore'. Might score me some points for originality" He chuckled, still bouncing the ball, more waiting for her to take her leave than anything. But he noticed when he spoke the words in his measured tone that he used for hypnotism, her lips seemed to follow. "Something like 'You find it very easy to relax your mind while watching the ball rise and fall. Every rise, you feel your mind focusing on it like trying to look through a pinhole...and every fall you feel yourself falling more and more into an uncaring relaxed state. Focus...relax...focus...relax. When you focus you find your mind straining more and more each time. When you relax each time it feels better and better. You'll find it's harder and harder to focus, easier and easier to relax. Until eventually you find it impossible to focus...to escape the relaxation." Her body was swaying now, dangerously so.
"I feel...I'm..." Deidra mumbled. His words were so easy to listen to, and she was feeling drunk and confused. It felt like being crossfaded from her college days, combined with some light motion sickness.
"Why don't you come in and sit on my couch. You look like you're about to fall over, we can talk some more" Dusty said, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him. The beautiful chubby asian woman before him was a prime MILF, and a perfect subject. She didn't really react, but when he stepped back she walked into the office. Never taking her eyes off the ball like a good batter. She followed dutifully and plopped down on the couch, causing her mountainous mellons to jiggle and wiggle beneath her Lakeside Catfish T-shirt. "You're so bogged down in that nice relaxed state now, your mind sinking deeper and deeper into that nice blissful trance. You know what a trance is right? That blissed out state between sleep and waking...where words lose their meaning and you just start to nod and agree with everything you hear?"
"Trance" She mumbled, nodding along to his words, though completely still enraptured by the baseball. He didn't wanna stop but he had to admit even he was starting to fatigue. He was out of practice and had been going for a few minutes at this point doing his control exercise. It was growing increasingly likely that he'd slip in the near future and whatever trance the beautiful MILF was in would shatter.
