This was supposed to be simple for Eileen Hodgeson. For a thief and con artist, the plan was solid enough: swap out the regular speakers in her therapist's white noise machine for one that would subliminally program the woman into harboring lewd, sapphic thoughts for Eileen. Then, all Eileen needed was the slightest hint of impropriety on Nora Patrick-Greenhill's part and Eileen wouldn't ever have to work again. Nora hid it well, but her family was loaded - and so was Nora. She'd married well to a man she loved. Still, nothing could stop the white noise machine's low thrum from corrupting Nora into someone who'd thrown herself onto Eileen.

"I've never done anything like this, I swear, I- you're just too fucking hot," Nora had moaned as she tried to rape Eileen.

It was so much more worse than Eileen could've anticipated. Her strength, the scent of her floral perfume, how she reveled in Eileen's struggle to break free...

It made the $250,000 payday - conditioned on signing an NDA - feel that much worse. Not because she was traumatized. God, no. She'd immediately signed it and taken her money. It was recompense, after all. No, Eileen felt worse because she'd grown to actually think of Nora as someone who was relatively decent.

Even as she'd forced herself on Eileen, Nora had apologized profusely. "You're just so rapeable that I can't help myself," Nora said, seemingly trying to process why she'd pinned a client's hands above her head as she undid the woman's blouse. That moment, in particular, kept playing back in Eileen's head. It was starting to affect her work. She couldn't seem to concentrate on anything other than Nora.

And so she did what any person struggling with something like this would do...she called her therapist. The phone only rang once before Nora answered.

"You shouldn't be calling me," Nora said, fear etched in her voice.

"I know, I just...um...can we meet?"

"They swept my room, you know. They found the device you used."

"Nora, I'm sorry. Really, I don't know what I was thinking, I-"

"Why? Why me? I did nothing to you and you just...did that to me. Why? Tell me that, and we'll meet."

Eileen hated that the answer was so easy: "because you were such an easy target, Nora."

The silence stretched and stretched until Eileen thought that maybe Nora had hung up and she'd just not registered it.

"9pm. My office."

When Nora arrived, she found the place empty and the door to Nora's practice locked. There was a note on the glass: "Since you like forcing your way into other things, you should have no trouble with this." It took Eileen all of four minutes - one of the tumblers gave her trouble - before the lock opened. She stepped inside and made her way to the session room.

Nora sat in her usual, comfy lounge chair. She looked as perfect as ever - her dark hair up in a tight bun, wearing a fuzzy sweater and ironed kahki slacks, a legal pad for notes sitting in her lap. Something about that made Eileen's stomach churn. It was all too...normal.

And then Eileen saw it, sitting on the table: a dossier with her photo.

"Take a seat," Nora said, her voice placid.

Eileen did.

"What is this?" Eileen pressed her finger to the dossier.

"Everything I could dig up on you," Nora said, shrugging. "It's quite a lot."

"I told you I was accomplished in my field," Eileen said.

"Which makes your choice to contact me a curious one."

"Yeah, well...I felt bad. Um. I normally don't, but..."

Nora sighed and leaned forward. "That's not why you're here. Do you know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you called me because you wanted me to know that you made me just like you."

"Wh-what?"

"You made me like you, Eileen. You made me a predator. I can't help it now. Just like how you saw me as an easy target, well...I'm a pretty damn good therapist." Nora stood and sauntered over towards Eileen. She sat on the edge of table and placed her hand on the dossier. "Or, I was until you made me someone who wants to use my knowledge of the human mind to take advantage of pretty women."

"But I'm not..."

"Oh, not yet. That's what draws you to it."

Eileen hated that her heart fluttered. It was a betrayal. She wasn't gay! She liked dick. And yet...

"I know. You wanna walk out that door." Nora leaned closer. You're free to!" She sing-songed the words with malice.

Eileen wanted to prove her wrong and she didn't know why.

"Put your hands about your head, Eileen."

Eileen growled even as she obeyed.

"See? Good girl."

Eileen felt a devious shiver work through her at the praise. It only got worse when Nora wrapped her hand around Eileen's wrists, the contact so molten it made Eileen squirm. Nora's other hand drifted down her body, the press of her fingertips heavy against the fabric of Eileen's sundress. Eileen wanted to go. She should want to go. She struggled a bit more and Nora took the shift in Eileen's position as invitation to slide her knee between Eileen's legs.

"What're you..." Eileen panted.

"I'm raping you." Nora said the words in a pitying voice, as if Eileen was stupid.

"What did you think was going to happen?" Nora's free hand tweaked one of Eileen's nipples hard. Eileen gasped.

"No bra, either? God, you really want to be my rapebait pet, huh?"

"N-no, I...hmmmng..."

"I'll put you back on the schedule. Every session you can rut against me as you claim you hate this."

Eileen whimpered, her body betraying her as her hips pushed forward. She didn't want this, but her body needed it. She knew she'd return again and again.

She needed therapy, after all. She needed to be cured. Corrected. Made a dyke's plaything.

Eileen couldn't wait.