Chapter 08
That weekend was my best in months. I had Karen come over four times and by the time she left for the last time Sunday night, her pussy and ass were both undoubtedly sore from the vigor with which I enjoyed both of them. I was glad to have a weekend slut to continue to drain my balls into. It seemed that with the amount of sex I was having, my balls were adapting and producing more of my spunk, but on the downside, blue balls had started bothering me on the weekends. Having Karen to fix that problem meant I could enjoy the relaxation of my weekend.
Monday finally rolled around and Desiree beat me to the office as usual. She liked to greet me as I walked in the door. I didn't have any appointments for a while, so I had her join me in my office. I kissed her, pulled up her shirt and started groping her tits. Desiree had very sensitive breasts and she loved them being mauled. I pushed her on the couch, pulled her skirt up and slid into her silky wetness. Desiree had come to expect this each morning, unless I had an 8 o'clock appointment. Since currently that was only one Wednesday, almost every day of the workweek, Desiree started the day with a big sloppy creampie, either in her pussy or her ass.
I was about three thrusts in, when the chime of the front door opening interrupted us, immediately killing the mood.
I pulled out and Desiree quickly righted her panties, pulled her bra back into place and tucked in her shirt in a hurry. She smoothed her skirt and in a matter of seconds, you couldn't tell I'd just been nuts deep in her slut tunnel.
Desiree walked calmly out, as I finished pulling my pants up and tucking in my shirt. I had to look professional. If this was a new client, I needed to present a good face.
"How can I help you?" Desiree asked.
The words that came next made my blood run cold.
"We're just here investigating some reports of abnormal activities. Is Mr. Kent available?" A strong feminine voice declared.
I put on my blandly happy therapist face, hit the air freshener, and walked out to see what was going on. Standing in the lobby were two sheriff's deputies. A stern looking woman, about 5' 6" with black hair and a uniform that might have been just a touch too small, pulling tight across her significant breasts and giving her a nice profile and displaying her quite appealing waist-to-hip ratio. The look was marred by the belt with gun, taser, cuffs, a baton and who knows what else cops carry. With her was a male officer, 6' 2", with almost brown but still blond hair, broad shoulders, probably used to play basketball, football, or both. He was lanky and had a stern expression on to match his partners.
Holy fucking shit balls. I tried very hard not to let my apprehension show. How much did they know? If they knew very much at all, they wouldn't be nearly so cordial. Though it was hard to call the stern expressions I saw 'cordial'.
"Welcome officers. What can I do for you?" I asked.
"Do you have a moment?" The female officer snapped, more of an instruction then a question. "We need to talk to you about some reports we've received."
I smiled, "Of course, anything to help the good men and women in uniform. Let us discuss things in my office where we can have some privacy."
The two officers walked past and Desiree just smiled happily at them. She could easily stay calm. She didn't realize what a breach of employer/employee relations it was for me to be fucking her like I was. And in this state, any sexual relations between a licensed therapist, like myself, and a client was strictly illegal. If these officers figured that out, I was looking at massive jail time.
I closed the door and shook the officer's hands. "Nice to meet both of you, I'm Mr. Kent, at your services."
"Officer Hunter." The woman introduced herself.
"Officer Woods." The man followed suit.
"So then, what can I do for you?" I asked, feeling some small comfort from sitting in my usual chair of authority as they sat on the couch to talk.
"I will be frank, there are reports of strange behavior from individuals, starting right after they visited you." Officer Hunter began, borderline accusatory.
I shrugged, "Some people do find it strange when a friend or coworker who has been struggling gets help. Sometimes it can even cause issues, especially if the individual receives help with something like confidence to confront a hostile relationship in their life. I wouldn't be surprised if some of my clients were benefitting in this way, but that's hardly a matter for the Sheriff's Office to be investigating, am I wrong?"
Officer Wood's face dropped the stern facade and he looked at his partner. That told me volumes. They didn't have anything on me, but were investigating crazy reports. Also, the ease with which he accepted that said that he believed in hypnotherapy and thought none of this was out of the ordinary. He might be a very easy client to take under.
Officer Hunter's face hardened however, "Would you say one of your client's dressing in inappropriate ways and refusing to change behavior after being written up and risking losing her job is 'normal behavior' for one of your clients?"
Officer Woods clearly thought that was funny, but did his best not to undermine his partner.
Olivia. It had to be Olivia. She had been trying to get the sexual attention of a coworker and I'd given her the confidence to try. Damnit. If this all unraveled because Oliva was swinging her tits too much trying to get the attention of a gay guy, I'd be very disappointed.
"You seem to have a poor understanding of what hypnosis can and cannot do." I assured her. "Hypnosis isn't a magic eraser that lets me remove bits of a person and put what I want in its place. It is a tool for self-improvement. I can help guide a person through the steps but only the individual can make the changes to their mind."
Which is why I have to get you in a really deep trance, convince you to trust me unconditionally, then to implement all of my suggestions. I thought to myself.
"So people just magically fix themselves at your direction?" Officer Hunter mocked sarcastically.
"You make it sound like that isn't the whole of modern medicine." I pointed out. "Doctors may provide medicines, but it is the individual's body that distributes the medication. In many cases Doctors simply find deficiencies in their patient's lives and advise exercise and a proper diet to rectify issues far more effectively than surgery could. Now not all cases can be resolved in this way. Sometimes surgery is required. That is one reason I am very careful in what I do and do not attempt to remedy with my clients. I can't diagnose or treat any serious conditions. I simply help people live happier and more full lives. I build up confidence and help people overcome barriers they have set themselves that limit their enjoyment in life."
I smiled at my double meanings. Their lives were happier with orgasms. And their pussies were certainly more full... of my dick. I built up the confidence that my dick fit in all their holes and definitely had popped some virgin barriers their bodies had created to try to keep my dick out. I pulled myself back to the meeting with the officers.
"That doesn't explain the drastic changes we've been seeing reports of." Officer Hunter pressed angrily.
"Perhaps it is just people not liking change. People never like when things change." Officer Woods suggested.
I had an idea. "Perhaps, Officer Hunter, you'd like to try my hypnosis and see for yourself? Officer Woods can watch and make sure nothing happens so you'll be safe under his watch. We've never met before so I haven't set up anything and before I could suggest anything, even if hypnosis were a brainwashing power, he could shoot or tase me before I could do anything crazy."
Officer Woods laughed, "That sounds like a great idea."
Officer Hunter was not thrilled with this turn of events. "As an officer I don't think this is a good idea. I don't want anyone mucking around in my head."
"Officer Woods can make sure I don't ask you anything inappropriate, we can even agree on exactly what goes on while you are in trance." I suggested. I turned to Officer Woods, "Officer, you would stop me if I tried to do anything we had not agreed upon, correct?"
"Absolutely." The man agreed.
"And you would have no qualms tasing or shooting me should it prove I am attempting anything underhanded?" I pressed further.
"Yes, indeed." He verified.
"Least of all, you could physically overpower me, should it come to it?" I asserted.
I was nothing compared to the larger, stronger man. I could say with confidence in a confrontation, he'd easily whoop me.
