Disclaimer: Sensitive Content
This story explores themes involving an erotic relationship between a therapist and a patient. It is a fictional work intended for mature audiences only and is not meant to promote or endorse unethical behavior or professional misconduct.
The portrayal of this dynamic is purely for storytelling purposes and does not reflect real-world professional ethics or boundaries. In reality, such relationships may violate ethical codes and can have serious emotional and legal consequences.
Readers are advised to approach this story with an understanding of its fictional nature and sensitivity to the complex ethical issues involved.
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Session 1:
He exhaled, pulling the reading glasses from his face and setting them on the desk next to his keyboard. With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the LCD in front of him. It was only four o'clock, and he was tired and well passed burned out. Alec closed his brown eyes and squeezed at the bridge of his nose. Thankfully, he thought, he had no more appointments today, or this week for that matter. Next stop: his apartment, his couch, a glass of Lagavulin and whatever food he could scrounge up on one of those mobile take out apps.
The phone on his desk lit up and warbled at him, pulling him from his fantasy of slippers and a streamed sitcom. Alec tapped the speaker button on the handset. "Yeah? What's up, Lisa?" he answered, his annoyance barely kept in check.
"Your 4:15 is here, Alec. Should I send her in?"
He frowned. "I don't have a 4:15."
"Sorry Boss, she filled out the paperwork and signed up online earlier. I forgot to put it on your calendar. Should I have her reschedule?"
Alec sighed, "No, it's fine. Give me five and send her in." With a quick tap on the handset, Alec ended the call and stood up, his nearly six-foot frame protesting at having been in the cheap, big box store office chair for so long. He winced at the ache, looked at his reflection in the blank computer display and winced again. Watching his reflection, he smoothed out his button-down shirt and ran his hand through his dark hair, a grimace forming as he noticed a few more gray hairs at his temple.
After a deep breath, Alec forced a smile on his face and moved to the worn, brown leather chair that sat opposite a jade green chaise longue on the other end of his small therapy office. He set his reading glasses on the small wooden table next to the leather arm chair, and waited.
Promptly at the five-minute mark, Lisa knocked once and opened the door. "Mr. Pedersen? Ahna Patel is here for your 4:15." Lisa held open the door and a woman sheepishly stepped in. Alec guessed by her name and the rich bronze color of her skin that Ahna was of south Asian decent, perhaps second generation immigrant Nepalese. He stood, gesturing at the chaise. "Ahna, a pleasure. I'm Alec Pedersen. Thank you for reaching out to me."
Turning to Lisa, he added, "Thanks Lisa, I've got it from here.". As the door softly closed behind his assistant, Alec sat and asked, "How may I help you, Ahna?"
It wasn't thirty seconds before the seasoned therapist simply tuned out. Many of his patients suffered from the same problems. Useless, inattentive spouses, boredom, a longing for a life they would never have filled with adventure. Ahna even used the common refrain, 'I didn't think it'd be this way.'
Alec was in the same rut as his patients. He empathized on some level, but also found it a struggle to care anymore. He had no kids, and his divorce left him in a bad spot financially and emotionally. All he had now was his practice, and even that was starting to grate on him.
"So, what do you think I should do?" Ahna's question pulled him back to the moment. *Shit,* he thought. He had no idea what she was on about.
"Well, what does your gut tell you?" he answered. It was a line he used far too often. In university, he learned to lead the patients to their own answers with that type of question. He wondered if it actually made it into the text books as a way to get therapists out of the same bind he had put himself in now.
"I don't know... I... I guess I just deal with it?"
Alec shook his head, "Yes and no. But mostly no. We'll spend some time getting to the root of the problem and find some answers in due time. How does it feel to have finally put your concerns out into the world?"
His patient considered, then smiled, "You know, it feels good!"
Looking up at the clock above her, he saw it was now 5PM. Alec stood. "Great! Can I count on you being here at the same time next week?"
With a firm nod of her head, Ahna confirmed she'd be back next week. Pedersen directed her to schedule with Lisa, and waited for the door close click closed behind her before letting out a long breath. Now that was over, he could finally get home and get on with his evening.
Arriving home at his meager apartment, Alec flipped his keys onto the hook next to the front door, dropped his wallet on a side table and made his way to the kitchen. He added a rock to a clear glass tumbler, two fingers of whisky and retired to the couch in his living room, ready, and perhaps eager, to get to his unremarkable night.
Session 2:
A week passed with Pedersen going through the motions of consoling patients, acting as their sounding board and counselor. The agony of burn out and boredom didn't waiver, and before he knew it the clock struck 4PM on Friday again. As Alec wrapped up his patient notes, a rapping came at his door. He looked up to see Lisa, her quiet smile greeting him. "Ahna Patel for you, Alec."
Stepping aside, Lisa let Ahna pass into the room. Just as meekly as before, Ahna stepped into the room and sat on the deep green chaise longue, sinking into the soft cushions. Alec forced a smile, and moved to his customary position in his worn leather arm chair.
"Ahna, yes, thank you for returning this week. So, tell me how this week went with your husband."
The woman immediately started in about yesterday evening's dishes, and Alec sunk back into his mind. This time, however, he found himself being drawn out of it, back to Ahna. In that moment, he finally noticed her. She was pretty in her own way. Perhaps not as modernly sexy as the adult entertainer that saw him every other Wednesday... Candy, he recalled...who struggled with the morality of her job versus wanting to start a family. No, Ahna was different.
Alec's brown eyes examined Ahna more closely now. She had a little weight on her, but he found that attractive. Her full, dark cheeks were framed by almost black, straight hair, parted in the middle. Ms. Patel was dressed professionally, as if coming here straight from work, and her colorful skirt betrayed the barest view of silky legs. Ahna was shorter than he by a fair margin, perhaps standing only 5'3", but she filled that stature marvelously.
His taking notice of her also opened up an idea in Alec's mind. What if he found a break in his monotony with Ahna? With a little time and trust, he could probably coax quite the pleasurable experience out of the woman.
Suddenly, Alec squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "What is it?" Ahna asked, her soft voice breaking through the fog of Alec's fantasy and shame.
"Nothing, apologies," he began, then looked up at the clock. "We are going to have to find a way for you to form some solid boundaries with your husband, Ms. Patel. Let's both take the week to think about that and come together next week, shall we?"
With a nod and 'thank you', Ahna stood, preparing to leave. As she passed by the door frame, Alec found it difficult to not stare at how the woman's ass perfectly filled her skirt. It took some conscious effort to pull his eyes away, and again he reminded himself of the impropriety of his thoughts. He took a deep breath and walked back to his computer to fill out his notes before calling it a day.
Session 3:
The following Thursday night, Alec lay in bed, tossing and turning. He couldn't sleep. Again.
Taking himself away from reeling mind, Alec began to focus on his body, trying to practice the mindfulness techniques he often preached to his patients. *Patients,* he thought, his mind jumping to the faces of the people he had on his docket for the next day. When it landed on Ahna's cute, South Asian face, his mind paused.
Soon, his mind conjured images of Ahna unbuttoning her blouse, her ample breasts held tightly to her by a black lace bra. Her finger crooked at Alec, beckoning him to 'come hither'. In his bed, Alec's hand slipped under the elastic of his pajama shorts, gripping his hardening shaft, beginning to stroke. In his mind, however, it was Ahna stroking him, lowering to her knees to wrap her puffy lips around his girth. When in his mind she brought his head to the back of his throat, he felt himself find release in real life. The image faded quickly, and Alec found himself lying in bed, panting, reflecting on the moment.
He only took a few minutes to clean up and change, and when his head hit the pillow again, he was fast asleep. Waking the next morning, Therapist Alec Pedersen resolved to break the cycle of his boredom with Ahna Patel.
For the first time in longer than he could remember, Alec was actually looking forward to a patient's session. Punctual as always, Ahna walked in to his office just after 4 PM. He gestured for her to sit as he took his usual seat opposite his patient, sinking easily into his chair.
"Alright, Mrs. Patel, tell me about your week," he prompted.
"Well, work has been good, at least, but my husband..." Ahna began, jumping straight into the latest drama with her inattentive husband. Alec listened this time, and though his mind wandered like it did during his other sessions recently, it's main focus was still the lovely woman before him. His patient's exotic skin was tight and free of blemish. Today, she wore a professional grey jacket over a low cut black blouse, exposing her neck and chest, offering the slightest tease the top of her ample cleavage. The fabric cut was cut close to her frame, her ensemble finished with a grey, knee length skirt that matched her outerwear. Unstockinged legs were held close together, and Alec found it difficult to peel his eyes away from them and back to his patient's face. He chastised himself mentally for leering; he should be better than that, but Ahna made it difficult for him not to. Then a comment she made pulled his attention away from her beauty and towards her words.
"It's... it's been so long. It makes me feel ugly," she explained.
Alec blinked. In his mind's eye, he rewound the conversation a few moments. She was talking about her sex life, right?
