"Very interesting" Jasmine muttered sarcastically as her pen sailed across the page. Normally she'd be taking notes, but that was no longer necessary with her current client. She had this young man figured out. In cases like his, she would often doodle while the subject was under hypnosis. Her questions would occasionally spark a new point of interest, but at this stage, they mostly confirmed her suspicions.
She knew exactly what treatment he needed. Now it was just a matter of talking him into it. Sometimes, it helped to visualize these things; to create a portrait of the future you would make manifest. Her pen came to a stop as she completed her drawing. It was a crude representation of the
alternative therapy
she would conduct with the cock-sure client resting comfortably on her couch, if all went according to plan.
"Alright, Trevor. I think we're done for now. I'm going to count to three and snap my fingers. When I snap my fingers, you will re-emerge feeling completely refreshed. Ready? One. Two. Three."
*snap*
Trevor's light gray eyes opened. He stared at the ceiling as his mental fogginess cleared. It felt like he'd been sleeping for days. It wasn't sleep in the traditional sense, of course, but he felt well rested. He sat up and turned, his feet finding the floor. Trevor ran a hand through his short, blonde locks. When he looked up, the gorgeous therapist with the gleaming glasses and luscious black hair was smiling at him.
"How long was I out?"
"Quite a while. We're almost out of time."
"Did you learn what you needed to?"
"Oh, yes. I'd say we're done with hypnotherapy for now."
"Good, because I'm not paying a hundred bucks to take another nap."
That wasn't fair. She'd done more than just the hypno stuff. Still, he was starting to question why he continued coming here. She wasn't even a licensed therapist. Her business card read:
Sex Therapist & Relationship Counselor
, but the only credential on her wall was a bachelor's in psychology.
A month ago, her advertisement had called out to him like a shining beacon in the night. It came along at just the right time in his life. A picture of her, one hand on her hip and the other lowering her rimmed glasses down her nose while she stared at the reader.
'Relationship trouble? Can't find a match? Be man enough to admit you need the help of a woman.'
From the bullet points listed below that opener Trevor got the impression she specialized in treating long time loners, incels, guys who'd fallen into pick-up artist culture and other clueless dorks. He wasn't a member of any of those groups, but something about her had grabbed Trevor. Maybe it was her eyes; dark orbs brimming with confidence that spoke wordlessly:
'Only I can help you.'
And that wasn't her only impressive feature. Jasmine had the body of an Olympic athlete and a beauty mark to go with it. Her tight suit-coat and heavy skirt couldn't hide the muscle in her arms and thighs. Yet her skin was flawless and her features purely feminine. Her black hair flowed in sultry waves that extended well down past her shoulders.
No wonder Trevor was going to therapy for the first time in his life. If reeling guys in with sex appeal was her shtick, she probably had lots of clients. It seemed to have worked on him. That, combined with Trevor's long dry spell, is why he found himself on Ms. Jasmine Walker's couch for the third time.
"You've been patient up to this point, and I appreciate that" she replied, ignoring his petulance. "I assure you, we're going to do something more concrete next. Although, it's going to cost more than a hundred if you want my most effective treatment."
"More?!?" he asked incredulously. "What kind of treatment are we talking about?"
The counselor chuckled as she flipped her notepad closed and set it aside. Jasmine brought the tip of her pen to her mouth and bit on it as she studied Trevor up and down.
His simple t-shirt and jeans betrayed a lack of fashion sense, but he was handsome enough. Trevor was fit and his figure filled out his clothes nicely. He would've done fine with the ladies if he wasn't such a typical dude-bro. Unfortunately, her trips into his psyche had revealed he was lacking in several areas other than fashion. Chief among them were empathy, communication and a modern understanding of the fairer sex.
Trevor had some outdated notions about relationships. This had resulted in disaster with his previous girlfriends. Without Jasmine's help, his kind were doomed in the new world. She would have to be strict with him. It would all be for the best in the end. Perhaps he'd even thank her, later, when he was a new man.
"Have you ever been to the Antilles?"
"The Antilles?"
"The archipelago in the Caribbean."
Trevor still looked flummoxed.
"Do they not teach geography in school anymore?"
"Not much" he admitted.
"Jamaica. Cuba. The Dominican Republic. Haiti. The Cayman Islands... etc. They make up the Antilles."
"Oh! No, can't say I have" he answered with a shake of his head.
"It's gorgeous. I go there frequently for work and play. In fact, an organization I'm affiliated with hold retreats there regularly. We often bring clients who can benefit from more
hands on
experience."
Trevor chuckled. "Hands on, huh? What does that mean?"
"Workshops. Role play. Deep hypnosis. Intense sensitivity training that requires a sort of... simulated relationship. It's much more
intimate
than what can be achieved in an office environment. I think you're an excellent candidate for this form of therapy."
Jasmine's grin was as mischievous as Trevor's eyes were wide. The implications were clear. The only question was if they were genuine or if this was a smooth sales pitch to get him to some horribly dull, overpriced, new age,
personal growth
seminar.
"That does sound interesting. Tell me more."
"If you were to come along, our sessions, outside of the workshops, would be mostly one on one. However, I should mention all of the other counselors in this group are women and we do help each other out. Sometimes its necessary to dial up the intensity. Things can get
very
interesting when multiple women are involved."
Trevor's body temperature rose steadily. He felt like a thermometer that was about to pop and gush mercury all over the floor. He almost never sweat outside the gym, but his skin was close to breaking out in a wet sheen.
"Wow! Yeah, that does sound... intense."
At first, Trevor thought he was going crazy when he noticed the busty counselor being more flirty with him. Jasmine had put her hands on him during this session, guiding him to the sofa and getting him in the position she wanted. She'd taken his pulse and given him a light massage, something she hadn't done in previous sessions. She was smiling and making eye contact more often. And now she was asking him to a tropical retreat.
No, he wasn't imagining things. She was into him. Jasmine likely reserved these offers for her favorite clients. Trevor had heard of sex therapists who did more than just therapy and, in truth, he'd hoped Jasmine was one of those women. Now, it seemed his patience was being rewarded. He may have hit the jackpot.
"You have no idea, but I hope to show you first hand. Our next retreat is in three weeks. These events typically run four days. I'd love to take you, assuming you're prepared."
"Prepared?"
"Well, assuming you have a passport, you can get the time off and you can pay the entry fee."
Trevor leaned back into the couch. "The passport is no problem. I had to get one so I could go on my senior trip to Europe. I have vacation time saved up and I should be able to get the time off if I put in for it soon. That just leaves the fee. How much are we talking?"
"Two thousand dollars."
Trevor's eyes practically bugged from his skull. "
TWO THOUSAND
?!? For four days?"
"And three nights" she said matter-of-factly.
"Where are we staying, the
Ritz Carlton
???"
Jasmine laughed. "Nothing that fancy. Though, our group does require some
special accommodations
to put on our training. That's why it's a little pricey. And we therapists need to be paid for our time, too, of course."
Trevor encountered his first hint of trepidation. For that kind of money, he could go to Vegas and have one hell of a weekend. He could gamble, see a number of fantastic shows and pay for the company of several women. Of course, he would feel like a loser by the end of it. That was the easy path and it wasn't going to help him with the ladies in the future.
His beautiful counselor, on the other hand, was offering a trip to the Caribbean, some kind of next-level sex and relationship therapy and she was hinting at naughty fun. It had just the right aura of mystery and class to make it more appealing than splurging on booze and hookers.
"Come now, Trevor" she spoke, interrupting his musings. "Does spending three nights with me really sound so bad?"
"No, of course not. It's just the-"
"It will be the wisest investment and the most exciting four days of your life. That's my guarantee."
Trevor studied the sultry woman as she crossed her legs gracefully. Her breasts seemed like they were about to burst from her suit jacket. Her strong legs flexed, leading down to commanding heels. She lowered her glasses and looked at him directly, their eyes meeting like lonely strangers in the night. She'd already won.
