Here is an idea I came up with recently and I just had to write on it. This will likely be a series, but one that is on and off. I hope you enjoy it! It involves the Crazy Wizard again, making things that lead to very fun situations. It has some made up diseases and some goofy stuff, so very much a non-serious one.
OFFICE FURNITURE
Dr. James Brandtz sat back and sighed.
It was about a quarter till 5, the day was just about done, and he was contemplating the evening.
"Nothing. Not a thing." He murmured.
James, never "Jim", was a psychologist and a very good one. He had a very solid reputation, and was quiet successful. His practice was one of the best known ones in the city and his clients were all very well off, excepting some he took for the challenge of the issue.
But there was an issue.
One of the reasons he was so successful was that he was absolutely the most non-threatening man in existence. Even his dad had mentioned it when he was younger. No one had ever taken him as a threat. Hell, even in High School the bullies had left him alone as he was just someone that was nothing to bother with.
This was one of reasons he had gotten into psychology to start with. Being like this, people just seemed to open up to him. He had tons of friends in college and high school and everyone always liked having him around because he was just.
Safe.
Non-threatening.
Good to have around.
The list of words went on, but the gist of it was he was someone no one ever had issues with.
Which was great for his job. But for his personal life?
It sucked balls.
He could never get a serious girlfriend. His level of "trust" was such that he was automatically a "friend zone" with every woman he met. He had had to hire a hooker in college to finally get laid.
He could not figure out how to get out of this situation. Even his partner was at a loss.
At the thought of his partner, he sighed again.
Dr. Diane Messher was his partner, and she was as beautiful as she was brilliant. Long black hair, Slavic features, deep dark brown eyes, hourglass figure, C cup tits, and an ass that could cause traffic accidents, Diane was any man's wet dream come to life. She knew it too and worked hard to keep things professional.
They had worked together in school and had gotten along great. They made a great match and went into business together after residency. She was much more dynamic than he was, and had a much more outgoing clientele, with lots of powerful and young women seeing her for whatever ill they had. Lots of men tried to see her, but she usually fobbed them off on him. He was able to rapidly sort out the ones with real issues versus the ones trying to get into his partner's shorts.
And since he was the way he was, he was always the "man" they could bring in to talk about things if needed.
And that above all else drove him up the wall.
He had one of the hottest women as his partner and had an office full of hot women trooping through daily, and he couldn't even get a regular date with a single one.
"I swear, it's just not fair." He muttered. He stretched and went out to the waiting area. Amy, the receptionist, had already gone home and Diane was still with her last client. She had been away on a vacation for a week and had been booked solid since she had shown up in the morning. Other than a quick "Hi" he hadn't seen her once today.
He grabbed some water and headed back into his office. He had done some remodeling while she was out and he wanted to show her his new desk, which was a nice antique number he had found several weeks ago.
He closed the door and turned around and then jumped about a foot in the air.
There was a man sitting behind his desk with a large grin on his face. An older man, maybe 50-something, wearing a slightly worn suit, and a smile that seemed to say he knew a lot more than anyone else did.
"Good evening my boy! Sorry to startle you, but I tend to do that to people."
James blinked and then took a breath. He looked at the windows and noted that they were closed. Not that it mattered, they were on the fourth floor of a new office building in the newer shopping area in the city.
"Yes, you certainly did to me. How did you get in here?"
"Oh, I have my ways. I must say your desk is quite the beauty. Oak, highly polished, well cared for."
"Thank you. I thought so as well, Mr.?"
The man laughed. "No need for a name lad, you'd not be able to pronounce it correctly anyway, no one alive can. But you Dr. James Brandtz, you are why I am here. You need some help."
James blinked and smiled his disarming smile. "Oh? Please, enlighten me."
The man smiled. "I can see why you are always the "friend". That smile would put a dragon at ease. You my boy have women trouble. And I can help you."
James' smile twitched a bit. "If you are a pimp or trafficker you had better leave right now."
"Oh no my boy, nothing of that sort. I am a wizard. And I come bearing gifts."
The older man snapped his fingers and there was a loud "poof!" James coughed once and then looked around. He was sitting in a large leather-bound chair behind a large divan. He glanced over by the door where he had been and then felt a bit of a rush, a surge of energy even.
"Feel that lad? That is the Master's Chair."
"Master's Chair?" James was now looking around confused. Where had this furniture come from? It hadn't been here when he walked in.
The man walked around in front of him and smiled.
"Let me explain what all of this is. I'm a wizard from long ago. I have been roaming the earth for a long time, um, helping people to have a good time while being bad. You see, a little bit of power in the right or wrong hands can be great fun, and I have been having fun for a long time. I had ultimate power once, ruled a large kingdom, and so on. But power gets to be boring. You either spend all your time getting more and never enjoying it, or you end up constantly fighting off those who would steal it. So I gave it up and have been just enjoying life since as a wanderer."
The man snickered. "People are such fun to watch. Don't you agree? Seeing them in public, and then trying to figure out what they really are? Behind closed doors? When the lights go out?"
James shifted a bit. That was true, he and Diane constantly did that when out to lunch or for coffee.
The man looked at him closely. "But let's be honest how many really act on it. Not many. And honestly, I don't think most people really know what they are, or what they should really be. People are rarely honest with themselves. I'm sure you have seen this."
"I, um, I have. But even if this is all true, why me?" James said.
"Ah, practical as always, I see. You don't believe in magic, but you do believe in what you see and feel. You were over there, now you are here. This chair and divan were not here and then they were. So let's cut to the heart of the matter. I can see why you are so good at this." The old man said.
"I crafted these pieces of furniture for you. The couch is where your patient will sit and recline. The couch is magical and linked to the chair. The person sitting here will relax and feel completely comfortable with you. You can ask them anything and they will answer 100% truthfully and think nothing of it. The chair will channel and amplify your will. You see, you are a doctor of the mind, wouldn't it be so much easier if you could just tell someone to think something and then they would do it instead of all the time spent trying to talk them into it?"
James looked at the couch. He could certainly feel the energy of the chair.
He shook his head. "No, this is wrong. Even if you are telling the truth, that would be a huge violation of my oath, never mind the legal ramifications."
"Not if they don't care. Not if they want it. Why not help someone out and yourself as well. I know you are tired of being a "friend", with this you can be a lot more, to a lot of people."
The man smiled evilly. "I am a very good judge of people my boy. You are not evil, and I don't see you as ever doing evil things. But I do see a lot of potential for bad in you. And I can see you doing BAD things and making others do bad things as well. And you can both enjoy every moment of it."
The old man snapped his fingers and there was another poof. A set of chairs, made in the same style as the couch appeared. They were in a stack in the corner.
"For group therapy sessions. But be sure you have everyone do some "couch time" first."
James made to stand up, but there was another poof, and the old man was gone.
James quickly looked around his office. Finding nothing, he moved out into the reception area. He found nothing and was shaking his head when Diane came out.
"James. What are you still doing here? It's past five."
James shook his head. "I think I'm having a breakdown. I just had a man in my office babbling all sorts of nonsense about magic and being a wizard."
Diane got that "I see, tell me more" look she got when she got serious.
"That is strange. Where is he now?"
"He vanished. Like I said, I am wondering if I have slipped a mental gear."
Diane looked concerned and then James said, "Come with me, let me see if those pieces of furniture are still there."
Diane followed him into his office. The large chair, divan and stack of chairs in the corner were still there.
"I don't see anyone. But I must say, your redecorating is very nice. I love the desk, and this divan!" Diane said as she moved into the room.
James was looking around and nodded distractedly. "Thank you, he said that the chair and, Diane!"
James turned around to see Diane sit down on the divan. He called out just too late. For a second, he froze, scared of what might happen.
Diane though seemed fine. In fact, she seemed to relax.
"Oh, this IS nice." She slid off her low-heeled shoes and lay back on the divan. She put her hands together over her stomach and sighed. "I feel so relaxed, like my mind is opening up."
"Diane, do you feel okay?" James said as he got closer to her.
