Atie's Sleep Clinic

It was 7:48 pm. I was early with twelve minutes to spare. After parking my car I took in the space surrounding the clinic. It was a strange looking building outside. Something out of the early 1900s I supposed on a large property with park like grounds. Summers evening sun was high in the sky still, mocking me while I walked slowly through air so humid it felt like I was drifting through a sticky soup.

I was dressed sensibly as directed; a loose fitting pair of pants and t-shirt fell over an average sized frame. Over my shoulders was a back pack with a small stuffed animal, a change of clothes for tomorrow and a nightgown that went halfway down my thighs, not quite reaching my knees. As soon as I approached the over sized double doors they opened automatically. The air in the room was a stark chill to the heat at my back. Immediately I felt my nipples carve into tight little peaks beneath the thin cotton shirt I was wearing. The lobby was overdone, ornate. Crisp whites and warm gold accents the palette, occasional pops of color with a cushion here, a vase filled with fresh flowers there.

Met by a very tall black man whose easily well over six foot frame was large and stocky I was only slightly taken aback. He was wearing white with a little gold name tag that said Evan.

"Welcome to the sleep clinic. Are you Katie then?" he asked with a warm smile and a deep accent I couldn't place.

My cheeks flushed a bit hot and were likely noticeably pink. A curious contrast to the cold in the air which was biting upon exposed flesh. My arms had been covered with goose bumps. I nodded gently and then Evan outstretched an arm, aiming to lead me straight past the reception desk and into a door marked, 'intake' just beside it. I shuffled towards it and paused when I heard a clink of it closing behind. 'Here goes nothing' I thought as I lifted my chin to meet the blindingly bright fluorescent lights overhead.

It was a stark hallway even colder than the lobby. My teeth started to chatter as I looked around. Everything was too well lit. Beyond clinical. Lights above, on the all and even along the floor to mark my path. I felt exposed, as if anyone looking directly at me could see every pore, flaw and faint wrinkle upon my face. I was only twenty two but wrinkles were a concern. Vanity at its best I suppose but the doctors said that I was WAY too young for botox and I should just drink more water. It would reportedly help me with my sleep problems as well.

I was anything but confident anymore when I was led to a room on the left. The lights were thankfully much dimmer and the air a haze. It was damp, hot even and Evan disappeared into the background as soon as I had taken a few steps inward.

"Hello?" I called out beyond the frosted glass divider and then cleared my throat. Everything about this place was leaving me feeling unnerved by then. I pinched at my shirt and gave myself a little breathing room in an attempt to fan some of the soggy air to find relief. It was no use. Out of nowhere another man had appeared from somewhere in the beyond that was whatever this room was. His name tag said 'Evon'. What in the actual fuck did my doctor refer me to?

I blinked a few times and then flashed a soft little smile as that seemed a good idea and was met with one of his own in turn. Evon was much leaner, a bit shorter than Evan and had a caramel complexion to his skin. I don't know why I started to think about types then, but with my frame I had imagined we would fit near perfectly together under the sheets on some lonely night.

"I"m Katie, here for the sleep study," I aimed to explain by means of introduction but in that moment my throat had a frog in it and I was quite unable to do much more than stammer anything further out.

"Hi Katie, I'm Evon" he said in simple reply and then held his chiseled arm outward towards what looked to be a large pool of water. Despite the heat in the room it had a drift of steam floating just above its surface. "Please remove your clothing" he had instructed clinically with a gesture towards what I gathered by then was a bath.

In his hands he held two towels I assumed, folded neatly and as he noticed I hesitated he moved to set them down on a side table with a slightly annoyed sigh. "Katie, you will find that many here will be cold in their demeanor but my role here is your concierge. I am here to stay with you through your visit to the clinic -except when you are sleeping" he said sharply for whatever reason.

I closed my eyes and sighed. My backpack straps were digging into my shoulders and the heat in the room after the freezing space outside had found me suddenly quite tired. "Thank you Evon" I replied and reached for one of the towels to hide myself while I undressed. Evon shifted himself between the side table and the bath and stood there still, staring at me.

"You don't need to be embarrassed Katie. Nor do you need to hide yourself from me. As I'm sure you've noticed, this is not a hospital and around here we do things just a bit differently." He'd smiled and winked then. I nearly melted on the spot.

My cheeks flushed and probably the rest of my body as well. Backpack, done. Next up or down rather came my pants. My t-shirt was long enough to cover my sex and then I'd stood and looked up to him as if waiting for further direction. "All of it" he said simply. My fingers were shaky but managed to pinch and pull at the fabric. Over my head it went leaving long strands of blond now glued to my tits and the small of my back. Did I mention how hot the room was?

There I stood, naked and only slightly ashamed. I turned my focus to the robe like garment that Evon wore and pretended not to notice the tub. He nodded when I was finally nude and like a flash a few hands reached out from one side and the other to take my belongings elsewhere. "Good" he had said calmly as he too reached a hand around my shoulders to lead me towards intended direction.

I felt the steam of the bath cut through the already wet air in the room. My eyes closed and a deep breath was drawn in. I nearly choked on it however as I had not been expecting so much moisture. "Good" Evon said again despite me near doubling over as my body got used to the heat in the space. "Katie, as I've said already, we do things differently here. First I will ask you to get in the bath. You do not have to, but if you do not, then this study will be over and you will return through the hall and lobby both. It may be a shame for you that you will be only left with this towel and your cheeks will be flushed pink, your body dripping with sweat. We've called your grandparents to pick you up, just in case." He laughed then and added a cool, "the choice is yours if you would like to try to explain to them why you look like a hussy in heat or continue with the process."

I scowled then and felt rage build up deep within me. I had not expected this and the treatment by Evon was beyond reproach. Every part of me wanted to run and shout at the man. Every other part of me would not be able to explain to my super religious grandparents why I was leaving a sleep clinic all sweaty and flushed. So I stood still and listened to the rest of what he had to say. Something about his easy demeanor tugged at some part of my body deep within and insisted.

"Now you will get into the tub and I will explain the rest of the procedure for the three days and nights you will be with us Katie" he said as soon as he realized that I was not going to bolt.

Quietly my bare feet carried me in its direction but I would not quite enter yet. I wanted to hear more of what he had to say. Evon surprised me then and lifted me up in his arms as if my legs might soon give up. He held me close to his robed chest. It was then I realized how thin the fabric was and that my breasts were tucked neatly into his middle. I whimpered, I couldn't help it and he chuckled. He seemed to calm and become more relaxed with each second that passed.

Onto the tile beside the steamy tub I was set. I tried to smile but was still scowling a little as I looked up to him. Evon hadn't seemed fussed in the least. He didn't push but did nudge a bit, a few fingers pressed to the outside of my left thigh. "Katie this is a holistic clinic" he began. "The bath is hot. Scalding. It will not suit you to dally too long. I expect you will stand in it up to your knees and then take the rest of it slowly as if you are not bothered by the heat and it is a relief after a long and hard day understood?"

He didn't wait to hear my answer and turned me around. One hand on each heel tugged my feet towards its surface and plunged them both at the same time into the heat. I felt on fire already. How could water be this hot and not scald my skin? My feet looked red but Evon was not relenting. His large hands, smooth as silk stretched towards me and gripped at my hips, slowly aiding me into the abyss. I was granted a reprieve however just before my labia made contact. How I felt the heat and when I peeked over to him, I could see that he knew it too. Surely I was the first of many in this clinic. It had hundreds of five star reviews.

I struggled to breathe as the heat encouraged my outer labia to part, leaving some very sensitive flesh exposed to the steam. "There there" he said in a practiced ease. "This part will not be easy for you Katie. You will feel at first as if you body is on fire. It will hit you in your core first, then your breasts will harden and tighten. Are you ready?" he asked me in that professional manner he'd held all along.

"Evon I am not ready!" I spoke sharply in turn and then looked over the heave of my ample breasts to the steam below, knowing what my body was about to be subjected to. Evon did not seem to care. His hands moved up my sides so quickly that I had barely time to enjoy that spot just beneath my upper arm that had been caressed on their journey. To my shoulders went his grip and plunged just beneath the surface was my clit and inner labia.

"Oooo oowww oooo" I squeaked as he squeezed my upper arms then and did his best to look into my eyes. "Good girl Katie" he said simply but I did not know why he was speaking to me in that way just then. "Good girl" he repeated as I danced around in the scalding water only failing myself and splashing some onto my breasts and that sensitive spot at the small of my back.

"Evon!!!" I cried out and then looked to the door. No one came. "It hurtssss!" I complained because it was far too hot for me to find any rage or upset in that moment. Evon did not relent his grip and instead pushed me down until my breasts were beneath the waters surface and held me there, just so.

I looked down and then up into his eyes, silently pleading but not feeling any closer to freedom. My eyes burned with tears, closing only briefly in a weak attempt to quell that which was streaming freely in response to the treatment, the temperature, I wasn't sure. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he spoke again.

"Quiet girl" he said sharply. "You will stay until I release you and breathe in deeply. We have specialty oils in this bath that are meant to help with your type of sleep disorder. You will do as I say, nothing more or less and find yourself soon settled."

I wanted in part to jump out and find my family, sobbing in a pile at their feet. His grip wouldn't quite allow it however. Beneath the heat of the bath I could feel some arousal despite my best efforts. My thighs were slipping together and I knew that I had begun to find myself in dangerous territory. "yes Evon" I managed to mumble out, my tears however had turned to sobs by then and every little flicker of movement my body made in that water burned.

Suddenly I was plunged down fully. It was hot. I could smell it even though I couldn't breathe. He held me under for what seemed an eternity but when I was released I rose from beneath the waters surface with a deep breath in. That was all it took. The scents in the bath sent me into fast slumber. Wet, wanton and waiting my body took no more. Evon collected me with care before my head hit the tile on the side and led me off into the next room as if nothing were amiss.