Chapter 10
Tuesday was a day I was excited for. I had Jessica Burningham's first appointment first thing today. Karen had told me she was an influencer on social media, and her rich parents were bankrolling her activities. I knew the Moore girls were cute and I could see taking one of them as my wife, but Jessica could be a potential better option. Marrying into money with a wife who'd give me anything I wanted had its appeal. She was my only new appointment today, but I had Olivia later today as well. I needed to help her pull back her inappropriate level of attire at work, I didn't want her losing her job and bringing more attention to me.
I really didn't want more chaos bringing attention to me. I needed to wait for Friday to talk to Sarah Hunter, the sheriff's deputy, and see how sunk I was with the body cam footage they had of me openly manipulating both deputies during their 'interview'. So, while I wanted to do my best to keep doing what I was doing, I needed to be careful to make sure that if I turned Jessica into my slut, she'd be a slut for me, and act normally everywhere else.
I got to the office early, as usual. Desiree would be disappointed not to start the day orgasming on my cock. I wanted to be fully loaded if Jessica was all for dropping her panties.
To my surprise, Desiree wasn't fazed when I sent her out of my office without plugging any of her orifices with my cock. "Good luck with your new client" was all she said.
Just as the doors opened at 8 am, Jessica was pulling up. I heard the clicking of heels as she walked in. Her voice was high and bubbly, as she checked in with Desiree. I messaged Desiree to send her in as soon as she was checked in.
Moments later, Jessica came prancing through the door. Her short, light white skirt bouncing as she stepped. She had a pink blouse on, with a v-neck low enough neckline that the top of her cleavage was on display and her bouncing steps made her breasts bounce nicely as she walked. Her breasts were nicely developed, definitely handfuls, probably in the c-cup range. She had creamy light skin, light natural-looking hair, and blue eyes. Her sandal style heels were four, maybe five, inch heels that helped the girl that was maybe 5' 2" or 5' 3" not be so short. It made her almost as tall as I was. She was a walking wet dream, though I'd have to find out how many men she'd slid between those thighs, I wasn't interested in sluts.
"Hello there!" She greeted me cheerily. Her attitude reminded me of a certain blond lawyer from a popular film with Reese Witherspoon.
I was a little surprised that she was in the same friend group as Olivia and Karen.
"Welcome, Jessica. I am Mr. Kent. Have a seat." It was clear that she had talked to Karen, because instead of listing 'weight loss' as her reason for coming in like Karen had, when the only places she had to lose weight from were her tits and ass, where most women want the fat, Jessica had listed "sleep issues" as her reason for coming in.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Superman." She giggled, taking a seat.
I chuckled with her. I'd been called that both as a means of ridicule and by people who thought it was awesome. She seemed to be in the second group.
"So, I can see from your entry form that it looks like the reason you decided to come in is listed as 'sleep issues'. Would you like to start by talking about that, or is there something else you'd like to start with?" I opened her appointment, flipping open a notepad for taking notes.
"Oh phooey, did Karen tell you I'd be coming?" Jessica pouted. She pronounced her friend's name correctly, with extra emphasis on the different syllable breaks and emphasis.
The emphasis on the 'exotic' nature of her friend was a flag for me. There were only a few types of people who put extra 'cultural' spin on people's names, and none of them were particularly cool in my book. Regardless of political views, most of them had these friends as shields agaisnt accusations of racism and as tools to use to push their beliefs. "My Latina friend says...'' or "my japanese friend says..." were then weapons in their arsenal to use whenever someone argued with them.
Strike one.
Jessica sighed, "WELL..." She drew the word out like an obnoxious teenager despite the fact I could see on her entry form that she was twenty years old. "... Karen says you can, like, legit hypnotize people, then Olivia said, like, no cap, so like, I had to see it for myself. But you, like, already know that because Karen can't be a real friend and keep her mouth shut."
Fuck me, this bitch was annoying. Did she intentionally make her voice the most annoying tone possible, or did it just do that naturally? She was hot, but unless I could completely change her, she wasn't a contender for the wife position. Plus, I'd be shocked if she wasn't one of those girls who fucked any guy who treated her like trash then wondered why none of the guys who pumped and dumped her stuck around.
"Well, while there are many miscommunications about hypnosis, as your friends told you, I am quite good at helping people to enter a hypnotic trance. Though in truth, you are the one doing the hypnotizing. I'm only your guide." I told her.
"Coolio. So, like, could you hypnotize me right now, for real?" Jessica demanded.
"I could, but as a therapist, I use hypnosis to help people with their problems, not for casual entertainment." Though, I'd use it to casually fuck you, I thought.
"Okay, but, like, what if I'm, like, perfect just the way I am, no cap?" Jessica asked.
Okay. How the hell do Karen and Olivia stand to hang around this pretentious bitch? She was obviously trying to use the hip terms and everything, probably to chase internet clout, but I was pretty sure she wasn't even doing it right.
"You're telling me there's nothing... absolutely nothing... that you'd want my help with making easier in your life?" I pressed.
Jessica pursed her lips, looking at the ceiling and tapping her chin in thought. "Could you make my parents, like, less annoying? No cap, that would make my life, like, a hundred times better."
An interesting place to start from, I started to jot down some notes, "Sure, that could be a great place to start. Now, what do your parents do that annoys you so much?"
Jessica rolled her eyes, "Like, what don't they do? They're constantly, like, up in my business about going to college or getting a 'real job'. Like, news flash: I'm an influencer! That is a real job, no cap. I have to, like, make videos every day, and like, keep posting on all the social media, like, all the time, or like people won't follow me."
"Okay, so your parents don't like your job and it bothers you when they pressure you to change it?" I verified as I took my notes.
"Yes, Daddy says that I should, like, try to make the world better, but like, most of his money came from oil, and like, climate change is the opposite of making the world better, no cap." Jessica asserted, "Besides, I know I make the world better for all my followers."
Oil money... interesting...
"Okay, and how many followers do you have?" I asked.
"Okay, so, like, I may only have like five hundred followers, but I've only been doing this for, like, two years, okay? Just wait. I'm going to go viral. I just need, like, that one thing, and I'll go, like, crazy and start getting, like, real sponsors and deals, and like I'll make it, like, real big, no cap." Jessica declared.
I wasn't really in the social media space, but even I knew that five hundred followers in two years was shit. If that was all she could manage, I could see why her parents were trying to get her to do something else.
"Okay, and you said they wanted you to go to college? Did you do well in school?" I pressed.
Jessica smiled, "I did, like, amazing! You see the secret is... you only need, like, a D to pass!"
I nodded sagely, as Jessica sat back smirking like she'd just solved world hunger.
"Please, explain." I prompted.
"You see? If all you, like, NEED is, like, a D, like, anything more you do is, like, a waste! They're, like... trying to make you, like, overwork yourself, so, like, by the time you're done with school, you're used to working hard, so, like, they can make you work hard and, like, they can use you for their stupid jobs!" Jessica explained.
I nodded, noting her skewed view on societal contributions and expectations of work.
"So... you got through school... with all Ds?" I verified.
"Yep! No cap, I aimed for 1 point above failing and nailed it every time!" She smugly declared.
"And you never wanted to... see if you COULD do better than that?" I asked.
"Pffft!" Jessica laughed, waving away the suggestion, "Like, why would I want to do that? Like, Mommy and Daddy have, like, all the money I'll ever need... and there are, like, smart guys who make sure the money is invested in, like, smart places so, no cap, there will always be more money. And like, if you ever do anything more then, like, as little as you can, then, like, people expect that of you and you can, like, never chill out and go back to being, like, cool and fun. No cap. So, like why would I, like, on purpose make people expect more from me, when, like, I could just chill?"
"I take it you're an only child?" I surmised.
"Ew. Yes. Like, having a brother or a sister would be, like, so lame. No, thank you." Jessica retorted.
So, the spoiled rich bitch here intentionally barely scraped by on minimal effort, had a failing social media influencing career, and her parents had no one else to pass their fortune on to.
"Do you have a boyfriend or anything?" I prodded.
"Um... Like... Why does that matter?" Jessica demanded.
"I'm trying to build a good understanding of your life so I can help guide you through a hypnotic trance to make the changes that will give you the results you want. But if I don't have a complete picture, I could potentially cause issues in parts of your life I don't fully understand." I explained.
"Okay, well, like, you don't have to worry about messing anything up with a boyfriend. Boys are, like, so overrated." Jessica informed me.
"Can you elaborate on that?" I asked, noting 'no boyfriend'.
"Okay, yeah, well.... Like, I've had like three boyfriends. Kissing was, like, nice and all... but all of them just wanted me to, like, suck their dicks and let them fuck me. So first off, sucking dick? Excuse me?" Jessica was obviously starting a rant. "Why would I suck on a dick? Gross. No. Like, that does not go in my mouth. Any girl that says she wants that is capping. Like, no girl wants a dick in her mouth. And sex was, like, overrated. I tried it with all three of them. The first one, like, he didn't know what he was doing. It hurt! No cap! Then he was, like, trying to blame me! Saying 'it's because you're a virgin' and, like, seriously, that's stupid. Sex is supposed to feel good, and like, it didn't."
She was full on into it now. Her hands gestured wildly as she laid into what was clearly a sensitive subject.
"None of the others hurt, but like, they didn't feel really good either. They made, like, all the stupid excuses. 'It's because of the condoms' or 'it's because you just lay there', like, I'm not dumb! I know they just want to take the condom off and be, like, 'I'll pull out' then they won't and I'll get pregnant and...like, no. I'm not having a baby that way. And like, what am I supposed to do? Do a dance while they are, like, sticking their thing in me? Nope. I know what's up. They just, like, aren't good. And Cassie said older guys are, like, where it's at, with her, like, thirty year old boyfriend. Gross. He could, like, be her dad! No!" Jessica had stood up and was pacing at this point.
"Alright, I think that gives me what I needed to know there." I told her.
