Derek opened the door to his psychologist’s waiting room, hearing the familiar electronic bell tone at his entrance.

“Good morning, Mr. Braun!” said Jenny, the receptionist who always wore her curly red hair up in a voluminous bun. She smiled at him, her green eyes twinkling from under thick glasses. “Having a good day?”

Derek met her eyes and then quickly shifted his gaze to his feet.

“Uh, yeah…things have been…uhm…good, y’know?” Derek could feel his face and neck turn white hot. He was so bad at making small talk.

“Y’know, I remember when this office belonged to another therapist.”

“Really?” Jenny asked, her voice strangely far off. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, a few months back, before I started coming here.”

“Huh.” Jenny frowned, staring into the floor. “Well…I guess they must have relocated.”

“You know what happened?” Derek smiled, his eyes darting around nervously. “They went nuts!”  

Derek waited. That was supposed to be a joke. Jenny just stared back at him blankly.

“Uh, y’know…a shrink going to therapy? Like that old joke….’but doctor, I am Paliaggi!”

Jenny blinked, waiting for him to get to the point. Derek scratched his chin.

“So…is Dr. Monacco ready?”

“She told me to send you straight in. Have a good one, Paliaggi,” she smirked, buzzing him in.

Derek laughed a little too hard and scurried into the doctor’s office. Jenny watched Derek, treating herself to a view of his cute butt and then shook her head, refocusing on her work.

“Well, hello Derek!” Dr. Monacco said from her plush armchair as she crossed her shapely thighs, barely covered by her pencil skirt. “You’re looking great today! How have you been doing with the new routine? Have you been listing to the guided meditation I recommended?”

“Yes, doctor,” Derek replied, shifting nervously on the couch.

“And the multi-vitamins and exercise regiment?”

“Yes, I’ve been doing both. I go to the gym, like, three times a week now.”

“It shows!” Dr. Monacco looked over her thick glasses at Derek’s muscular physique, hidden under his slouching posture. She smiled at him, her wide, motherly face beaming reassurance and approval. She jotted down another note, absently brushing back the stray lock of silver-white hair on her otherwise coal-black scalp.

“And how do you think it’s going? Do you feel like your self-esteem is improving?” she pressed.

“Well, yes and no?” Derek replied honestly. He always felt like he could share anything with Dr. Monacco. “I mean, I feel healthier, but I’m still finding it very difficult to talk to girls…uhm…well, people. People in general.”

“I see,” the doctor said, taking another note. “Well, the important thing is that we’re making progress, slow and steady as it may be. Do you think the visualization therapy is working?”

“Uhm…yes,” Derek said, furrowing his brow. “I guess they are…Sometimes I’m not sure exactly what we visualized. Is that normal? I mean, I can remember picturing myself on a warm bed of soft sand…”

While he was talking, Dr. Monacco reached down for an old, wooden metronome and placed it on the coffee table in front of Derek. A large shimmering chrome disc was fixed to the end of the arm, catching the light.

“Yes? Keep going,” the doctor instructed, setting the metronome in motion. The chrome circle flashed with every steady tok, tok, tok.

“uhh…and I remember you telling me how…how the warm the sun is…how it makes me…makes me relax…relaxed…”

Derek’s eyes drifted back and forth with the swaying bell of the metronome. He never noticed Dr. Monacco take a seat next to him on the couch.

“Relaxed and heavy?” she murmured in a low voice.

“Yes…relaxed and heavy…” Derek repeated.

“Good. What else do you remember, Derek?” She put her hand gently on his knee.

“I…remember the sun, shining on my feet…then my legs…then my thighs…” Derek’s eyes fluttered, struggling to stay focused on the metronome.

Tok

Tok

Tok

“Good…and then your arms?” said Dr. Monacco, running her hand across Derek’s wide shoulders.

“Yes…my arms…and then my chest…and…my neck…”

Tok

Tok

Tok

“Yessss…” the doctor whispered into Derek’s ear. “Feeling the warm light coming up your neck, your body so warm and relaxed…the warm light is shining on your face now…feeling that warm, fuzzy, relaxing feeling seeping into your mind…and you just…sleep.”

She snapped her fingers softly in front of Derek’s face. His eyes rolled up into his head and his upper body slowly collapsed onto the couch like a falling tree. Dr. Monacco smiled and lifted one of Derek’s arms, shaking it gently by the wrist. The young man didn’t react and let his arms wobble like a ragdoll’s. The doctor dropped his hand back onto the couch with a soft plop. She reached over to her desk and turned on the intercom.

“Jenny, dear? You can come in now.”

A moment later, the redheaded secretary opened the door to the office, bubbling in nervous excitement.

“Is he ready?” she asked, peering over the couch at Derek.

“Yes, he’s under deep,” Dr. Monacco grinned as she admired her work. “It’s no surprise either. I’ve been training him for weeks now.”

“And you think he’s ready to do the thing we talked about?” Jenny asked, her eyes lighting up as she took a seat on the armchair adjacent to the couch.

“Yes. This will be a huge breakthrough for him. You’ll be doing him a big favor.” She glanced over her horned-rimmed glasses at her younger secretary. “I noticed I didn’t exactly have to twist your arm to get you to participate.”

Jenny giggled, squirming in her seat. “Why, whatever do you mean, ma’am?”

Dr. Monacco gave her a knowing smirk, then turned the swinging metronome to face Jenny. The redhead’s eyes automatically locked onto the swaying bell, her giddy smile frozen on her face.

“Be careful, Jenny,” Dr. Monacco teased her secretary. “You remember what happens when you watch my metronome, don’t you?”

“uh…uh-huh…” Jenny mumbled through her spacey grin.

“What happens?” Dr. Monacco asked, slinking over to sit on Jenny’s side.

“It…it makes me fuzzy…happy…” Jenny’s eyes dutifully swung back and forth.

Tok

Tok

Tok

“And you like that, don’t you Jenny?” Dr. Monacco said, tracing her nail along the Jenny’s ear.

“Hmmm…yeaahh…” Jenny slurred. “Feels so…good…sooo nice…”

Jenny’s smile grew wider as her eyes started to flutter. Dr. Monacco watched her, knowing that the slightest push would send her falling under like a rock.

“It does feel good, doesn’t it? It makes you feel happy…”

“…happy…” Jenny repeated, sinking back into the chair.

“It makes you feel agreeable…”

“…agreeable…”

“It makes you go to sleeeep…” Dr. Monacco cooed.

“Go…to…sleeeeee….” Jenny’s eyes drifted closed as she slumped over, letting the doctor’s hands guide her head, resting it on the doctor’s soft bosom. She moaned happily as Dr. Monacco’s fingers caressed her silky neck and arms.

“Yes…” The doctor cooed, reaching up to undo Jenny’s hair tie. She twiddled her fingers through the receptionist’s head of red hair like she was playing with a doll. “Nice and sleepy…just like the first time I showed you my pretty metronome…”

“Yes…just like the first time…” Jenny chanted.

“And who are you?”

“A silly, slutty, secretary,” she said, a dreamy smile appearing on her lips.

“Yes, and you are such a helpful, receptive secretary, you know that?” The doctor said rhetorically. “Always so eager to listen and help my clients. Always so eager to do anything the doctor says, right?”

“Yessss…” Jenny murmured from the soft nest of Dr. Monacco’s cleavage. “Anything the doctor sayssss…”

Dr. Monacco grinned in triumph.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”   

“…realizing where you are with 3…opening your eyes with 4…and wide awake and alert with 5.”

Derek opened his eyes and pulled himself up on the leather couch. He blinked groggily a few times, wondering how long he had been under and then froze.

Where the hell was he?

The couch was the same faded brown, leather couch from Dr. Monacco’s office, but now Derek found himself in the middle of a large stage. In front of him stretched the black void of the audience, their faces obscured by the glaring stage lights behind them. Derek fought the urge to dart into the wings away from the spot light, but he was paralyzed with fear. The theater’s speaker system crackled to life.

“And now, please put your hands together for the Mistress of Mesmerism, Doctor Slyvia Monacco.”

A wave of applause rushed out from the audience as Dr. Monacco sauntered onto the stage. Derek did a double take as his therapist appeared in a stunning ballroom gown that glittered in the stage lights like silver. Her black hair flowed past her shoulder, brushed with her rogue lock of white. She smiled radiantly at the audience, leaning forward in a gentle bow, her soft cleavage amplified by the gown’s sweeping neckline.

“Good evening! Welcome to our ongoing series of performances, New Bodies, New Minds! Tonight, I hope you’ll join me in helping Derek here to see himself in a much more positive, confident, sexier light. Would we all like to see that?!”

She held her ear out to the audience as they cheered and whistled. Derek physically shrank into the couch.

“How does that sound to you, Derek?” Dr. Monacco asked, turning to her frazzled guest.

“uh…uhm…I don’t…I mean…” Derek gulped. He was in way over his head.

“Now don’t be nervous. That’s why I’m here, after all. We’re all friends, Derek, and trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about.”

The doctor place a gentle hand on Derek’s shoulder. Derek found himself breathing easier while Dr. Monacco’s voice and soft lips soothed away his worries.

“I can guarantee my methods are very effective. But don’t take my word for it. Just ask my lovely assistant! Oh, Jenny?”

On cue, a spot light swung over to the right as Jenny strolled onstage, her stunning figure wrapped in a glittering cocktail dress. She strutted towards them her hips swinging side to side in an easy serpentine rhythm.

“Here I am, Doctor! Ready to go to work!” She said, throwing her weight on one hip and striking a pose. She gave a flirtatious wink to the audience and paraded back to the couch as the crowd showered her with praise.

“Wonderful to see you, dear!” Dr. Monacco smile warmly. “And my, what a fetching dress you have, like any self-assured, confident slut.”

“You know what the say,” Jenny chimed. “Gotta wear something that puts the ‘Happy’ in Happy Hour.”

The audience laughed. Derek struggled to keep up, his attention completely derailed by his view of Jenny’s creamy smooth thighs brushing against each other just under the hem of her dress.

“Well, Jenny,” Dr. Monacco said with her face half-turned to the audience. “You see like quite the self-confident lady.”

“No, I’m a self-confident slut!” Jenny corrected her.

“Of course, of course!” Dr. Monacco said, reaching down the neck line of her gown. She pulled out a gleaming crystal on a delicate chain and let it swing from her finger tips. “And how did you become such a self-confident slut?”

“Because I listened to Dr. Monacco!” Jenny said, brightly, her eyes tracking the swinging gem.

“And did Dr. Monacco help you?” asked the older woman.

“Yes! Dr. Monacco is so wonderful and smart. I always listen to Dr. Monacco!” Jenny’s smiled ear to ear.

“And when Dr. Monacco tells you something?”

“She tells me the truth. I always believe Dr. Monacco!” Jenny’s voice became breathier and slower, her eyes glimmering pools of joy as she helplessly stared at the crystal swinging back and forth.

“That’s right. So when she tells you that all those silly thoughts you have, about you being a competent, successful psychologist who got bamboozled into giving up her job, her profession, and her brain by a seductive hypnotist, well those are just silly fantasies of yours. They’re not real.”

“No, doctor…” Jenny repeated vapidly. “Not real…just silly fantasies…”

“Yes, those are just naughty ideas you think of sometimes. They’re not real. And whenever you think about it, you just get too hot and horny and get lost in your little fantasy world. Too dumb and ditzy to worry about it.”

“Yeaaahh…” Jenny’s hand drifted down to her crotch, her fingers gently rubbing over her crotch. “Too dumb and ditzy…to worry…”

“What a happy, little slut you are! You are so comfortable in your body, aren’t you?”

Jenny inhaled deeply. Derek noticed her ample chest straining against the fabric of her dress.

“Yes, doctor. I love my body.”

“As well you should, you sexy little thing. Why don’t you give Derek and our fine audience here a nice show. Take off you dress and give us a little dance, okay sweetie?”

“Sure. Whatever the doctor orders…”

Jenny sleepwalked to face the audience, her hands drifting to the straps of her dress.

“And do it sexy! Get us excited, girl!” Dr. Monacco ordered. She snapped her fingers and a small jolt of electricity shot through Jenny’s spine as she stood to attention. With a look of pure lust, she began to sway her hips to a heavy beat, her arms twisting and weaving over her head. She spun around to face Derek, her back to the audience, and slowly pulled each strap of her dress off her smooth shoulders, shooting Derek a suggestive smile. She wrapped an arm across her chest, guarding her creamy tits while rolling her top down to her waist. She spun again, facing the audience with her handbra, teasing Derek with a view of her naked back.

“Don’t be shy, cutie!” Dr. Monacco encouraged her. “You’re proud of those bouncy titties of yours, aren’t you? It feels so good when people watch your body.”

“Mmm…yes, doctor!” Jenny said, beaming with exhilaration. She wobbled her tits in her hands before theatrically shooting both arms in the air and shimmying her chest. The audience roared in approval and Derek strained, trying to make his eyes see around the corner of her body.

Jenny hooked her hand under the rest of her dress and slowly wiggled it down past her wide, meaty hips. She let the dress drop to her ankles and twerked her ass now clad in nothing more than a black thong. Derek was so dazzled by her shaking curves that he barely noticed her inch backward until her plump ass was practically bouncing in his lap. Jenny smiled at him from over her shoulder and then spun around.

Two heavy breasts, topped with light brown freckles, jiggled in his face, her pink rosebud nipples nearly an inch away.

“Oh yes!” Dr. Monacco cheered. “The more you show off, the better you feel. The more people admire you, the more confident, the sexier you feel. Right, Jenny?”

Jenny moaned happily, lifting a shapely leg and stretching it up and over the side of the couch, giving Derek a view down her creamy thigh to her fragrant delta concealed with nothing more than a small patch of black silk.

“Mmmm…yes doctor! I love to show off my body!” Jenny sighed, her hands coming up to squeeze her breasts.

“Good. Now I want you to concentrate on our friend Derek here. You think he’s handsome, don’t you?”

Jenny ran her eyes over Derek’s body, tracing the contours of his arms.

“Yes doctor. He’s so cute…mmm…hot…”  she said as she continued to sway, a hungry look coming over her face.

“You love the way he’s looking at your body, don’t you?”

Derek blinked, suddenly self-conscious. Dr. Monacco ran her fingers gently down his shoulders and he relaxed, letting his eyes drink in the divine sight in front of him.

“You feel so sexy when people admire your body. It gets you so excited, so turned on. How are you feeling, Jenny?”

The redhead writhed on her feet, her head tilting back on her shoulders in arousal. “Mmm…I feel good…so hot…love dancing for people…so seeexxyy…” she whined.

“Good…keep dancing for us, pretty girl.”

Jenny obeyed, swinging her body to the music in her head, her mind adrift in a sea of pleasure.

“Do you know it’s so easy to hypnotize someone when you know what fascinates them?” Dr. Monacco whispered in Derek’s ear. The commanding woman had snuck around and sat down next to him while his eyes were glued to Jenny’s curvy hips swinging back and forth.

“A lot of girls, silly, slutty girls like Jenny here for instance, get completely mesmerized after just a glimpse of something shiny, like my crystal. When I first showed it to Jenny, she couldn’t resist. She just got sucked into the easy, pretty motion…back and forth…back and forth…so relaxing…”

Derek nodded, absently. Dr. Monacco’s voice was so soothing, so easy to agree with. He didn’t need to concentrate on her words. He could just listen to her voice as he watched Jenny’s sexy ass moving back and forth…

“Men don’t always care about boring things like jewelry or sparkly diamonds. But that’s okay. Some men are even easier to hypnotize. We all know what fascinates nice, horny men like you Derek. Can you guess what?”

Derek’s mind was like a rusted old car engine struggling to turn over. Every time he tried to think, his brain stalled as he followed the dazzling cheeks in front of him jiggling up and down.  

“You can’t, can you?” The doctor gloated. “That’s because you’re hypnotized by my pretty assistant. All Jenny has to do is wiggle those hips or jiggle those ta-ta’s and you’re under her spell. Tell me, I’m right. Tell me now.”

Jenny lifted her arms up and shook her chest, her perky breasts bobbling in front of Derek’s eyes, scrambling his brain.

“You’re right…doctor…” Derek choked out.

“I’m always right, aren’t I, Derek?”

“Yes, doctor.” His mind was swirling around with every shake of Jenny’s body. At that moment, he would have agreed to anything.

“Say you’ll do whatever the doctor orders…” Dr. Monacco urged him, her lips brushing his ear.

“I will do whatever the doctor orders,” Derek recited. His eyes glazed over as he dropped under her power.

“Good. Stand up, Derek.”

The young man rose to his feet, his vacant eyes still tracking Jenny’s swinging hips.

“I want you to look out into the audience now, Derek.” Dr. Monacco commanded. “Look out into the black space above of the audience. You’re going to see a mirror. A mirror that reflects your body exactly how it is. Whenever you look into this mirror, you know that it shows you the real you, exactly as you are. Tell me when you see the mirror in the audience, Derek.”

Derek concentrated, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from Jenny’s body. He stared into the dark pit beyond the stage until a gleaming rectangle of silver grew out of nothing.

“I see the mirror,” Derek’s mouth said for him.

“Okay. What do you see in the mirror?”

“Myself.”

“Describe how you look for us, honey.”

Derek stared at the reflection of a hunched loser with greasy hair and a hunched posture.

“Bad. Shoulders are slumped, eyes are turned down, skin looks pasty.”

“Oh, my!” Dr. Monacco knitted her eyebrows together in sympathy. “Now, listen Derek. You’re realizing that there’s something wrong with this mirror. This is an old mirror, it only shows you the old you.”

She drifted behind the entranced man and gently brushed her fingers over his face.

“Close your eyes, Derek.”

“Yes, doctor…”

“I want you to remember all the workout sessions you’ve done over the last few months. Remember all those times you felt your muscles get sore from working out. Remember all the protein and vitamin supplements I told you to get. You’re visualizing what all that exercise has done to your body. Feeling your muscles getting bigger and firmer with every breath. Looking back into the mirror in 3…2…and 1…”

The doctor swept her hand up in front of Derek, reversing her previous gesture. Derek’s eyes snapped open and he stared shock at the mirror floating about the stage.

“Now tell me what you see in the mirror?”

“I…uh…I’m…handsome!” Derek cried out in shock.

“Yes. Yes you are,” Dr. Monacco said as she stroked his arm. She beckoned to Jenny to come join her on Derek’s other side. The redhead glided over, smiling as she caressed Derek’s arms and chest. “What else do you see?”

“I…I’m buff. I look good…sexy…”

“You look confident, Derek.”

“I look confident…” he nodded. He watched his body straighten, his shoulders reaching down and out and his broad chest swelling powerfully in front of him.

“You are confident, Derek.” Dr. Monacco said, assertively.

“I am confident!” The words sounded strange on Derek’s lips, but the second he said them, they became true. The man in the mirror stared back at him with compelling focus, his body tall and solid, his physique like chiseled granite.

“Yes, you are Derek. And you know how attractive confidence is in a man. Girls just can’t resist a man who knows how to take charge. You love to get women hot and weak in the knees with just a sexy, self-assured glance, don’t you?”

Derek never believed he’d be able to seduce anyone with a simple glance, much less a beautiful woman. But the more he looked into the silver mirror and at the handsome, powerful man that was his reflection, the more he was inclined to agree. He felt Jenny’s hand linger on his bicep and he glanced over, smirking to see the curvy redhead gazing at his arm like it was a muscular snake, magnetizing her attention. Her mouth hung open, lips slightly parted, while her eyes were wide and dilated as she stared in rapt wonder at Derek’s body.

A hand brushed down his face again.

“Close you eyes, baby…” Dr. Monacco whispered.

Derek let his world go black as he followed the thread of Dr. Monacco’s silken voice.

“Now, Derek, you know that you’re on stage, but that doesn’t bother you. You don’t get stage fright. You don’t mind if people can see you, gaze at you, leer at your body. You love it! It makes you feel sexy, so highly desired when you see people checking you out.”

The doctor’s hands came up to clasp Derek’s head, rolling it around in smooth, gentle circles.

“Think about all those women, Derek. Think about every woman you thought was sexy. Each time you think of one, you’re going to see a light come on and you’ll see that special lady sitting in a seat in the audience. She is here to watch you, to ogle you Derek. Imagine all the sexy women from your life filling up this auditorium, their hungry eyes tracking your every movement.”

A hand brushed upward over Derek’s face. He opened his eyes.

“Think about them now, Derek.”

Derek stared out into the dark pit of the audience and thought back to his first crush in high school, a leggy blonde girl name Sarah Harnet. Instantly, a light blinked on, illuminating the fourth seat in the third row. Sarah Harnet stared back at him from her seat, her slender legs crossed under a rose-colored skirt. She gazed up at the stage with an expression of awed lust, her focus squarely on Derek.

Another light flickered on, this time over Kristin Phelps, his best friend’s older sister seated a few rows back in the house. She was staring at Derek and running her tongue over the top of her pearly white teeth, her eyes riveted to his body. One by one, the seats in the audience filled up with every star from every sexual fantasy Derek had since he learned to jerk off. Girls he never got past the friend zone with, old flames, crushes, random beauties he had ogled on the street, even the small army of porn stars seated in the first few rows, all were practically panting and drooling on each other for another glimpse of Derek’s physique.

“Do you see them, Derek? Don’t they look ready and eager to tear your clothes off and worship your body?”

“Y-yes…” Derek answered, his heart throbbing in his chest.

“You want to give them that, don’t you? You want to show off your hot, sexy body for all those gorgeous ladies. It makes you feel hot. It makes you feel sexy and powerful, doesn’t it?”

Derek’s mind was rebelling, his bolstering ego at war with his low self-esteem and social anxiety. He hesitated.

“Oh, come now,” Dr. Monacco encouraged him. “You don’t want to disappoint all those women. Jenny wants to see you strip, don’t you, Jenny?”

Jenny was too busy eye-fucking Derek to answer, but she let her head slowly bob up and down in a silent yes.

“How about you, ladies?” Dr. Monacco addressed the crowd. “Don’t you want to see this hot stud take off his clothes?”

A wave of excited shrieks and giggles coursed through the air. Some of the girls in the audience stood up, clapping and egging Derek on. He caught a glimpse of his university philosophy professor, a pretty woman in her early fifties, bounce on her heels, shaking her tits at him.

“See? You have to give the crowd what they want, and what they want more than anything is to see that shredded body that yours that’s hiding under those boring clothes. Go ahead…take them off…”

“Yes…please take them off…” Jenny whined. She had sank to her knees, falling victim to Derek’s new irresistible aura. “Want…want to see you naked…”

A chant pulsed from the crowd.

“Take them off! Take them off! Take them off!”

Derek felt his fingers drift to the top of his shirt and fiddle with his buttons. A wave of heat washed over him from audience as the top button popped open, revealing a glimpse of his chest. The ladies fawned over the display, giving him a rush of arousal.

“That’s good, baby,” Dr. Monacco said, letting her smooth voice swirl around Derek’s head. “The more clothes you take off the hotter your feel. The hornier you feel. Get yourself nice and horny for these darling girls.”

He growled with primal energy. He tore off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and slithered out of his pants, taking his time to work the waistband down past his toned ass as the women howled with pleasure. Finally, he stood on the stage in nothing more than a gray pair of boxer shorts.

“C’mon now, Derek,” Dr. Monacco chided him. She was sitting on the end of the couch, reclined back in the cushions and clearly enjoying the show. “Don’t tease, we all want to see what you’re packing down there. Isn’t that right, Jenny?”

Jenny knelt on the floor, her big green eyes glued to the bulge in Derek’s shorts and a hungry smile on her face.

“Yeah…wanna see…wanna see cock…mmm…yeah…want cock…want cock…want it so bad…”

A low chant echoed from the audience.

“Show the cock! Show the cock! Show the cock!”

The chorus of feminine voices shook his inhibitions to dust as he simmered with arousal. He could feel his member getting harder and harder with every second like it had a mind of its own and it was dying to show off.

Before he knew it, Dr. Monacco was hanging off his left side, her nails delicately scratching his shoulder.

“Drop your shorts, baby. Let that hard snake of yours out…”

He couldn’t stop himself. In one smooth motion, he whipped off his underwear, letting his jutting erection bounce free. The crowd threw a fit as he paraded around like an aggressive male stripper.

“What a good boy! No! What a hot man! Giving these ladies the show of a lifetime. You feel so sexy, Derek. Show us what you want to do with that hard, needy cock of yours!”

Derek strutted up to Jenny, still on her knees, in awe of his proud member bobbing between his legs. His eyes shining with power, Derek clasped his hand around the back of Jenny’s head, grabbing hold of her hair. He pulled her head up slowly, firmly, until her eyes were pointed at him.

“You like my cock, slut?” he growled softly at her.

“Y-yes!” said Jenny.

“Suck it. Kiss it. Work it good with your mouth! I want you to get me off. Suck me, now!”

“Oh! Yes! I’mMMmfffmff—”

Jenny’s mouth filled up with Derek’s fleshy, hard meat and she lost herself to sucking and slurping. Derek wallowed in the heavenly sensation, but then let his eyes sweep across the audience. Every woman was gazing dreamily at Jenny and the hard phallus she had in her mouth, some of them letting their fingers wander between their legs. Derek flexed for them, smiling as an audible sigh filled the building.

Derek grabbed another fistful of Jenny’s hair and pulled her off his cock, glaring down at her like a serpent.

“Get on the couch. I want to rail that tight slit of yours.”

Jenny wailed in joyful submission and threw herself over the arm of the couch, her plump ass inviting him. He ran the head of his cock over her cunt, delicately mixing their juices, before slowly driving into her. Women throughout the audience were jilling off with abandon, their moans filling the stage, teasing Derek’s ego into overdrive. He thrust at a steady pace as Jenny pressed back to meet him, her screams a chorus of pleasure.

Around the theater, hundreds of feminine eyes were trained on the pair of lovers, all of them yearning to be the lucky girl getting ploughed by that spectacular cock.

Derek’s cock.

Derek surrendered to the rhythm of their bodies, rocking his hips back and forth like a galloping stallion. At last, he looked past the back of Jenny’s head to see Dr. Monacco sitting on her office chair, her curvaceous thighs spread out from her gown. She smiled at Derek, her hand gently teasing herself over her exposed panties while her other hand teased and fondled her heavy breast, her dark nipple calling Derek’s attention.

He continued having the fuck of his life with the sexy redheaded secretary, even as the sounds of the women in the audience grew more distant. He was having trouble concentrating, distracted by the monstrous orgasm lurking over the edge of his arousal. His eyes kept wandering back to Dr. Monacco and her fingers as they circled around her nipple…her nipple on top of her big, wonderful breast…around and around….

“So good…so sexy…so amazing to be this powerful, this manly…” the doctor cooed at him, her voice trilling along with her pleasure. “Ready to claim your prize…ready to get your mind blown…ready to cum so hard and so long and so good in 3…2…1…cum, now!”

Derek leaned into the rushing wave of pleasure that surged through him and cried out in ecstasy as it washed over him, his dick spasming inside Jenny’s cunt. The sensation knocked the redhead straight over the edge as she came hard, screaming at the top of her lungs. The whole stage filled with the sounds of people climaxing, swelling to a deafening crescendo, and surrounding Derek in a haze of sex and pleasure. His brain fizzled as each subsequent pulse of his cock came just a little slower and slower…and slower…until a warm, dark curtain fell down across the stage, submerging him in darkness, causing his mind to gently shut down, like drifting off to sleep after a long, hard day.

Before Derek completely sank into oblivion, he caught one last glance at Dr. Monacco sighing in abject satisfaction, her breasts hanging out of her gown. She gave him a heavy-lidded smile as his world faded to black.

“Excellent job, you two!” she said, softly. “I think we made a lot of progress today…”

Derek stepped out of the doctor’s office and into the waiting room feeling like a new man. He sauntered over to the receptionist’s desk, leaning over the counter on one arm, giving Jenny a view of his triceps.

“Feeling better, Mr. Braun?” Jenny said, her green eyes flashing at him like two gleaming emeralds.

“A hundred percent!” Derek said, smoothly. “And you can just call me Derek. Everyone calls me by my first name.”

“They do, huh?” Jenny said with a sparkling grin.

“Well, they can when they’re as pretty as you.”

Derek winked at her. Jenny’s eyes twinkled.

“Sure thing, Derek. Can we expect you next week for another appointment?”

“Absolutely!” He leaned in further, his proximity making Jenny visibly excited. “And can I expect you for dinner tonight? Maybe the Italian place a block from here? At eight?”

“Oh!” Jenny flustered like a schoolgirl. “Well…I…uh…yeah. Yeah! That sounds great!”

“Atta girl!” Derek teased as he glided to the door. “Make sure to wear something nice. In case we decide to go home for some desert. Ciao!”

Jenny watched him leave, her eyes trailing his form through the glass door. She bit her lip, closing her eyes in anticipation, before buzzing Dr. Monacco.

“So,” Dr. Monacco’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Did it work?”

“Uh-huh!” Jenny giggled. “He asked me out on the spot! And then he just strutted out of the office like he’s cock-of-the-walk. He really took to the treatment well!”

“I’m sure he’s feely cocky, in more ways than one!” Dr. Monacco chuckled through the speaker. “And how are you doing with those…intrusive thoughts we were discussing?”

“Oh! Those?…They’ve been less of a problem, lately.”

“But you’ve still been having them?” the doctor asked with gentle concern.

“Well, yeah, but they don’t bother me at all anymore…” Jenny bit her lip, double-checking the door to the office was closed, and then slipped a hand down her panties. “Actually…I…find them kinda sexy…”

“Yes, that’s very normal, sweetie. And it’s a very healthy way to cope with your anxieties.”

“Yes…healthy…” Jenny repeated, not really paying attention. She was picturing Derek gazing into her eyes, seducing her into complete submission.

“So, you know that whenever you start imagining that a hypnotist drained your will, stole your office, and reduced you to nothing more than her dumb slutty recptionist, it’s just a sign you need to get laid more, right?”

“Yes, doctor…I need to get laid more…” she said, her hand rubbing circles around her clit.

“Good. And don’t worry, Jenny girl. I think they’ll be lots of very hot, confident men ready to drive you to distraction whenever you need it. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Oh…yes,yes,yes!” Jenny whimpered, losing any sense of modesty. Images of Derek’s hard body and eager cock flashed through her mind and she let herself drift into her horny fantasy.

On the other end of the line, Dr. Monacco listened to the girl’s frantic moans and smiled to herself, taking pride in helping another thoroughly satisfied client.