Zach:
Traffic that morning was abysmal. Nearly being late, I had to run into the office building; having parked so far away due to a lack of parking spots. Going up to the front desk, there was a receptionist typing away at her computer. When I finally stepped up to the counter she looked up at me and gave an inviting smile.
"How may I help you sir?" She asked, her voice sounding of smooth velvet, borderline sensual.
"Hi, I'm the new therapist in training for Dr. Cruz." I responded, attempting professionalism.
Her eyebrows raised up as she realized who I was, "Oh yes, I remember that Dr. Cruz was expecting you today. Why don't you have a seat and I'll let her know that you are here."
Sitting in a seat in the reception area, this woman picked up the phone and rang for the doctor. After about 5 minutes she let me know that I could head back. "I'm Nora by the way," She told me, giving me that warm customer service smile, "The doctor's office is down the hall, 4
th
door on the left."
I thanked her, proceeding down the hall, and knocking on Dr. Cruz's door.
"Come in." The voice barked.
Opening the door and stepping inside, my jaw must have hit the floor so hard it could be measured on a Richter scale. Dr. Cruz was a woman in her late 30's, but she could easily trick someone into thinking she was a decade younger. She was of Hispanic heritage, her skin was a beautiful beige tan color, with her long thick jet-black hair that went passed her shoulders. For most people the breasts would be the immediate draw. Clearly they were larger than a DD; maybe an F cup. Somehow she was thick in all the right places while maintaining an hourglass figure. By all accounts this woman won the genetic lottery; though I'm sure she takes care of herself also.
Looking at me with her deep amber eyes, and her face in a stern expression, "You must be Zach, please have a seat." Her voice was the definition of sex, she had I rich timbre to her voice, I was blown away on how such a perfect woman could exist.
"I'm going to get straight to the point," She intoned, seriousness in her voice. "I accepted you as a trainee only because of your high GPA, and the recommendation of your professor, who is an old friend of mine. I'm not gonna give you any sort of training wheels. You will sit in with me on client sessions - at least the ones that the patients have already signed their consent for - you shall take notes, and once the session is over we will go over your thoughts, possible diagnoses, and treatments that are deemed necessary." I nodded along with her instructions, trying desperately to not break eye contact.
What I heard of Dr. Cruz was all true, she was straight to the point with no nonsense. In the first few minutes of knowing her he already knows how his days are gonna be with her.
"Do you have any questions for me, young man?" She asked with a tone of indifference.
"I'm assuming you don't wish to have any kind of friendly rapport while I'm working for you?" I asked her.
"Not any more than is necessary. I am your boss, not your friend, and certainly not any kind of romantic interest," She spoke, cold gaze on me, "I know that I am an attractive woman, and you wouldn't be the first coworker who was tried to get in my pants. I'm used to the treatment; I'm also used to getting their licenses suspended by the medical board for sexual misconduct."
I audibly gulped at her not so thinly veiled threat. I didn't have any plans to go at her that way, but I sure couldn't pretend she wasn't hot as fuck.
"Um, yes ma'am, you shouldn't have any issues with me." I replied, sweating from the pressure she was placing on me.
Raising an eyebrow, she sighed, and stood up. "Come on, the first appointment of the day is in 15 minutes and I would like to brief you on the patient before the session." She walked past me to the door. I couldn't help it, but when I saw her backside, my eyes must have shot out of my head like a cartoon coyote. Her ass was like two giant jiggly Jello molds. I was thinking she had to have had work done, there was no way this woman had every single genetic trait at a 10/10 on the hotness scale. Almost as if she knew that I would be ogling her ass, without looking back, she let out a sigh and told me stop staring and to hurry up and follow her. Walking down the hall, there was no way she didn't want me to stare at her ass. It was just so... there, it must have had its own gravitational field, because my eyes kept coming back to it.
"This is the room we will be having the session." She scolded, giving me the evil eye to stop staring at her ass. With that said we went in to begin prepping for the session, and to truly start my first workday.
Claire: