Part Three is about James and Diane transforming a therapy group into something a bit more. The whole housewives to hookers is always fun, but this time I'm going to try a little twist I thought of. I hope you enjoy it.
OFFICE FURNTINURE Part 3
James sighed and patted Lisa on her head.
"Thank you my dear, that was a lovely blowjob and such a nice way to wake up. Now, run along and get my breakfast ready."
Lisa was licking her lips and bounced up. She curtsied and said "Bien sûr Docteur!" and minced off with a wiggle in her perky ass and a giggle on her lips.
James sighed in contented pleasure. It had been a VERY fun week with his new condominium, his girlfriend/sugar baby Diane, his two other girlfriends Staci and Trisha, and his staff of newly created French maids. Lots of sex, fun, and general debauchery.
Diane and her girlfriends were still asleep. Last night had been a long night, and they had work this evening as make up for several missed days. James shook his head at that. Despite being a rich, kept woman, Diane's "Condition" was such that she simply HAD to strip and she started getting ancy and nervous without working at least one night a week.
"Hm, I may just buy the club outright, that way she can just pick any timeslot whenever she needs to strip." James said with a yawn as he got out of his bed, leaving Diane naked and asleep.
James dressed, had a lovely breakfast prepared by Lisa and Nicole, two of his clients who had "contracted" a mutated form of "Stripperitis" known as "Maidtosis", which had turned the former rich and powerful heiress and sharp lawyer into two ditzy, horny, French maids who only wanted to serve.
In reality, his maids and girlfriends were all victims of James' special office furniture. A strange old man had visited him one day and gifted him a magical set of furniture. A couch and chair for one on one sessions, and a set of chairs for group therapy.
James had used them and they worked as advertised. He had cured nearly all his old patients in one or two visits, but had turned his old partner Diane from a brilliant, clinical mind into a greedy, corrupted gold digging stripper and his loyal girlfriend. She had then turned over her entire client list to him. She had seen only women or couples for the most part, and they were all like her; young, beautiful, driven, and professional.
Now, James was working on making them something else along with Diane, who had fully embraced her new persona and happily helped him in corrupting other women when she wasn't stripping.
Today promised to be very interesting. He had one of Diane's group therapy sessions and he had some plans laid out.
James got to the office, and spoke with Amy, his office manager and receptionist. Aside from a couple of potential new clients late that afternoon, his main work would be the group. And then their husbands.
James smiled as he set up the chairs.
"This should be interesting. I could change them all in a single session, but that is no fun at all. I do so love watching the change slowly happen." James said to himself as he arranged the final chairs.
He sat down and reviewed his notes and then smiled as the members of the session arrived and came in.
"Ladies, so glad you could all make it. Please have a seat, anyone need anything, coffee?"
"We are fine doctor, and we are all anxious to begin. I for one have been having a huge problem sleeping."
James smiled at the de facto "leader" of the group, Heather. She was the alpha of this group of housewives and professionals. She was for lack of a better term, an Amazon. She stood at least 6 foot tall, was in amazing shape, had platinum blonde hair, and a body that would stop a clock. She didn't walk, she stalked like a huntress, her grey eyes constantly roaming and watching.
She was married to a very nice man named Steve. He was barely as tall as she was, and James had noted that he always seemed a bit put out by the fact that his wife always seemed to overshadow him whenever they were together, and very much at work (they were both in an advertising firm). But James' earlier probes with the chairs had shown him that Heather was 100% loyal to her husband and loved him fully. She did not seem to notice his issues with her presence though.
Heather had been the first to see Diane over "stress" and various other issues a successful alpha business-woman would think she would have. She had enjoyed the sessions, and had gradually pulled her neighbors into seeing Diane as well, and they developed a group session.
"Me too. I keep having these vivid dreams! I can't hardly tell them from being awake." Tiana stated. She was the second in command, so to speak, of this group. She was another stacked woman, just a hair shorter than Heather, but also in great shape. She had less muscle and her figure was a big more rounded and padded, she was ebony-skinned, black hair, and brown eyes, and a fine set of measurements. She was married as well, happily, but there was some stress as she was more successful than her husband. She was a consultant for coding banking programs and was in high demand. Her husband Adam worked for a start-up and was doing very well, but simply didn't have the "glory" his wife did.
Daphne nodded. "You too? My husband had to wake me up several times as I was thrashing around so much in bed." Daphne was a Korean brunette, and was very slim, long hair, pouty lips, and was much shorter. She was much quieter than the others, and very laid back. She had a podcast on cooking and doing stuff at home. It was successful, and she made some money off of it, but nothing like Blaire or Heather. Her husband Fred was a junior VP at a bank. He doted on her, but James had noted he was sometimes annoyed at Daphne's lack of independence sometimes. She sometimes needed to have some decisions made by "the man of the house".
"This is really crazy, how can we all have the same issue?" Julia said with some concern. She was the last one of the group. She was also a quiet one, or at least quieter than Heather and Tiana. She was Hispanic, smaller in size, but again a wonderful body. She was a fitness instructor and physical therapist who did a lot of work for people at home due to handicaps or time issues. Her husband Rob owned a large sporting goods chain in the state and was very busy and very much the alpha in the relationship. But interestingly enough, she was also a bit of an airhead. When focused on work she was very professional, but when she wasn't? James noted that the others had thought of her as a bit of a bimbo, not in a bad way, but in that spacy, not quite getting it way.
"Ladies, its not that uncommon at all. In fact, in this situation, it is likely very common. Before I explain that, tell me about these dreams of yours." James said as he linked to their minds through his master chair.
All the women seemed to sink down into their chairs a bit and relax. Daphne sighed contently, and Julia's eyelids drooped a bit as her eyes seemed to get a bit glassy. Heather and Tiana seemed to fight for a moment and then they too relaxed and eased back into the chairs with contented sighs.
Heather of course started. "I'm, I'm on a street corner. Its dark out, and I'm a hooker. I'm looking for men to sell myself to. I'm all tarted up, dressed like a skanky whore, and I love it." Heather sighed contently. James noted that the other women seemed to flush a bit, and their breathing picked up. He was pushing similar thoughts and dreams into them as Heather spoke, making them think they were all thinking the same things, dreaming the same things.
"I get picked up by all kinds of men. Rich, poor, clean, dirty, they fuck me in their cars or in an alleyway, or in some cheap hotel room. They treat me like a whore, fuck me in all kinds of ways. Its so hot!"
James nodded and pretended to not notice the little gasps and jerks from the four women. He had mentally pushed each of them into a little orgasm due to Heather's story. They all flushed in embarrassment but were also hugely turned on by what had happened, James made sure of it.
"I see." James made a show of shuffling his notes and sighing loudly for them.
"Ladies, I know what is wrong, and what we can do about it. I need you to listen closely as what I am about to tell you needs to be kept quiet for your sakes."
James looked at each of them slowly, pushing trust and belief hard into each woman's mind. He had been priming these women for several weeks, programming extremely vivid and realistic dreams into their minds, breaking them down slowly, and now they were in a perfect mindset. Confused, tired, horny, frustrated, and generally ready to believe anything he told them.
"Diane, your previous doctor and my partner, had a client come in with a very rare condition several weeks ago. Neither she nor I realized at the time that this condition was infectious. Sadly, since then, several of Diane's patients have shown symptoms of this disease, and Diane herself is under treatment. This disease is not life-threatening, but it can be life changing."
The women were all silent and attentive. James pushed trust hard into their minds as he spoke the next part.
"The disease is called "Stripperitis" and is a condition that attacks people under heavy stress from work or just everyday life. It especially targets women, especially successful women, as they are under a great deal of stress. Even if they are not showing issues from it, the stress is there. All of you were prime candidates for the disease to infect. And it has."
The women were all silent. James could feel the initial disbelief and in Heather and Blaire's case, flat out desire to call bullshit on James, but he had prepared them well. They were in a very weak mental state, and James' control via the chairs was simply too powerful to resist. He swept aside the disbelieve and replaced with belief and full trust in his abilities and his professional opinion.
Heather spoke up. "So, we, we are going to become strippers or something like that?"
James shook his head. "Not quite. You have contracted a variation of this condition. Hookeritis. That is why you have been having these dreams and fantasies. You see, your mind is under stress from your job. Heavy stress, even if you don't think so. This condition is your mind seeking a way out, a way to let off steam so to speak. An escape. Having a job that is fun and pays well and is easy is a nice fantasy. In your cases, this has manifested as being a hooker or escort if you prefer. You get tons of pleasure via sex, make good money, and the job is easy. It's a win-win for your mind as your professional and personal selves get what they want."
"We are going to turn into hookers? Trolling for men? Oh God!" Tiana said with a noticeable amount of fear.
"No. Well, not if we work fast. You are all at stage 3, stage 6 is the point of no return. Right now, we can possibly treat this and head things off, so to speak."
"How? Julia asked, with real concern in her voice.
James ahemed and looked at his notes. "Well, we need to act on these impulses and dreams. Play them out. I do not mean go out and start soliciting on the corner, I mean some role-playing and dress up."
