Background: Marliece is named after the PMOM the month she was born, who also happened to be an actress on Baywatch, her mother's favorite show. She was a middle child to a single mother, and has memories "as far back as I can think" of her mother prostituting herself in their trailer.
Lee Thomas, PhD, is sitting at his desk, typing on his computer, when a young woman comes to his open office door. She hesitates, but he looks up and says in a friendly voice, "Come in, Marliece. Have a seat." Marliece makes her way to the couch, and Dr. Thomas walks over to his chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. His posture is relaxed, while it's clear Marliece is nervous.
As always, she feels uneasy as Dr. Thomas sits and looks at her, the seconds of her therapy session ticking away as she gets up the nerve to speak.
"I want to talk about my custody hearing, and what you're going to say in your report Dr. Thomas. I miss my babies so much, and it's almost killed me not seeing 'em the last 6 months. I've been honest with you and done my best to open up about my past and my feelings. I told you about my boyfriend letting guys have sex with me if they paid him when I was in high school. I told you about being raped when I was dancing at that club, and how I didn't know my oldest boy's father because I'd had sex with my boyfriend the night before.
"I told you about turning tricks after I lost my job there because I started showing, and I was honest about using drugs. I've worked real hard to know myself better and learn ways to cope that don't involve getting drunk or high. Have I done enough to get my boys back, Dr?"
Dr Thomas sits silently for a moment, as if he's thinking deeply about the question. Finally, he says "yes, Marliece, you have worked very hard, and I'm proud of you for that. There is much left to explore, though, and much work yet to do. I worry that you don't have the strength to resist the stresses of single motherhood which led you to use methamphetamine in the first place, and that could easily lead you to a relapse."
"Yes sir, my whole life seems like it's been hard, and it helped to talk to you about it. My whole life has been bad except for my babies. I wouldn't do nothing to harm them. I'm almost done with my GED, and when I'm done there I'm going to the technical college so I can get qualified for a better job. I want to give my boys a good life, Dr. Thomas. I'll do anything to get them back so I can start doing that."
He appears thoughtful for a long moment, then looks at Marliece intently and says "anything?"
"Yes, Doctor. I'd do whatever you want me to do to prove how much I've changed."
Dr. Thomas stands and walks around the coffee table, then sits next to Marliece on the couch, their knees almost touching. He has never sat on the couch with her before, and Marliece is clearly surprised and caught off guard. In a tone that is more a statement than a question, he says "so you'd do anything... Perhaps you should show me how much you want to see your sons again, Marliece."
Marliece hesitates awkwardly. A look flashes across her eyes, a look of recognition, sadness, betrayal, and resignation. He can tell she knows what she has to do.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Dr. Thomas. I've done everything you're asked of me."
"I'm not going to ask you to do anything more, Marliece. You know there are ways to persuade men when they have something you want, though. After you were fired as a dancer you wanted money, and you persuaded men to give it to you. When you were an addict, you persuaded dealers to give you drugs even when you were dead broke."
"Are you going to make me have sex with you, Dr. Thomas?"
"I would never make you do that, Marliece. You might choose to do so, but I'd never make you."
For what seemed an eternity, Marliece and Dr. Thomas sit looking at each other, not quite touching each other. Marliece with a look of desperation, him with a look of calm self-assurance.
Finally, Marliece tentatively reaches out and puts a hand on his leg. She looks up at him, sees the knowing look in his eyes, and looks down again. She eases closer to him and reaches for his belt. She undoes his belt and lowers his zipper, surprised to discover he is not wearing any underwear. His cock springs out, already semi-rigid, and she is jolted slightly in surprise. She very tentatively reaches for his cock, and discovers she can barely put her small hand all the way around it.
She looks up at him again, and he smiles indulgently at her and softly says "good girl." Those words, even though she doesn't want to be where she is doing what she is about to do, comfort her and excite her. She feels a brief sense of calm, as well as a slight tingling in her core. She likes being a good girl, and she knows she can be the good girl Dr. Thomas wants, if that means she'll get her boys back.
Having come to that decision, she reaches out with her other hand and wraps it, too, around his cock. She starts stroking him with both hands, slowly at first, then gradually faster. She's been taken advantage of by so many men that she knows very exactly how to please them. She sees a drop of pre-cum leak from his cock, and she bends down to lick it. She then takes the head of his cock in her mouth, stretching her jaw almost painfully to avoid scraping him with her teeth. She moves her head up and down, bobbing faster and faster, hoping she can make him cum this way.
Dr. Thomas strokes her hair, gathering it in his hand as she sucks him off. Then he pulls her hair just enough to pull her mouth from his cock. She looks up at him in surprise, and he says "this would feel even better if you took my pants off, then got on your knees to continue."
She hesitates a moment, and he squeezes his fist together, pulling her hair more tightly. She gets the message, and says "yes, Dr. Thomas" before getting on her knees to follow his directions. After getting his pants the rest of the way off she kneels in front of him again and takes his now very hard cock in her mouth once more.
Dr. Thomas sighs as his cock slides between her lips, then she feels him gather her hair in a ponytail. "Look me in the eyes," he tells her. When she is slow to respond, he presses her head down all the way to his groin, burying his cock in her throat. She begins choking and struggling, then hears him say "breathe through your nose, and look me in the eyes."
