Chapter 2 - "Princess Ashley" Wants to Play
The hallway leading to Angela's office had a secret, one that very few people could easily grasp.
Lined with uneven mirrors on each side, it reflected the patient's visages in odd angles, slightly defocused images of themselves. It also bounced off every speck of light in a subdued fashion, one specifically geared to target the subconscious. Adding to that, the combination of repetitive patterns on the carpet under their feet made sure that anyone that traversed it reached the end of the corridor calmer than prior to entering it.
It's not like Jonah needed any of that though. He was already as relaxed as one can be, his trance state deepened by gentle whispers and occasional jarring constructs. Angela was surprised at how suggestible he turned out to be although she shouldn't have. Heightened susceptibility appeared to be a family trait. After all, she had begun as a subject herself and her therapist made sure to remark how easy it was to work with her at every possible chance.
Gregory Kendall was his name and she had nothing but good memories of him. During her college years, the mid-fifties widower had helped her cope with a sleeping disorder whilst also awakening some kinky facets of her personality she didn't even know they were there. Unethical? Perhaps, but Gregory was far from a creep and he never manipulated her thoughts into wanting to do something she didn't really want. Their time together as lovers was brief yet filled with excitement to last for a lifetime or more and, by the end of it, she had reincarnated as a much more confident person with a few extra tricks under her sleeve.
She led her mesmerized brother down the corridor and opened the door to her inner sanctum. Her secretary - Gail - was still on her lunch break and her next appointment was only due in three hours. They had plenty of time to get things done.
Locking the door behind her, Angela tossed her high heels to the side, looked at Jonah from top to bottom and commanded:
"On your knees."
The gymnast complied with utmost grace for it was a position he was already used to. It was strange to see him like that. It was also hot.
"You may be a useless loser but at least you still know how to follow orders. That's good. Now thank me."
"Thank you, Angie."
"Now then, you filthy prick, it's time for you and I to have a serious chat. Explain to me again why do you want to get rid of your fetish. Don't hold anything back."
"Because it's consuming me. I like what I feel but I'm feeling it too much. It's affecting my way to function properly as a human being as well as putting a dent on my finances I can't really afford right now. I can't sit by and watch my money burn like that."
"Don't you mean their money, Jonah?"
"What?"
"Don't play the dumb card, dear brother. You want to experience the thrill only sex workers can provide but then you feel guilty because you spent money on them, money that was rightfully theirs to begin with for the services provided. You want fun, you pay for it, pure and simple. This isn't really about your finances. It's about you being a selfish bastard deep inside, isn't that right?"
"No! I have no problem paying them but I'm addicted! I don't want to be addicted which is why I asked you for help. Will you help me?"
"Hmmm, let's see... I have you kneeling in front of me right now and your mind is utterly receptive to everything I tell you no matter what. What do you think I'm going to do with that?"
"I..."
