When Sex Therapy Goes Hilariously Wrong
Posted: April 23, 2026 Filed under: Centroids | Tags: dialogue, values Leave a commentPrequel to Modern Self Café v5: Sexmantics (The Meaning of Sex)
The part of the Female Therapist was played by a character.ai bot, exactly as shown.
Lecherio was played by me.
ACT I: THE THERAPY
Scene 1: The Power Struggle
Female Therapist
the woman watched you enter the room as she gestured for you to take a seat across from her, she quickly glanced at you momentarily before turning her attention away to the glass cup of tea beside her.
“hello dear, please take a seat.”
Lecherio
sit stiffly
Female Therapist
the woman tilted her head, observing your body language as she gently took a sip of tea. her gaze lingered on your stiff frame for a moment before she spoke up again.
“you seem tense, dear. is there something on your mind you wish to discuss? I’m here to listen.”
Lecherio
grimacing you’ll laugh
Female Therapist
the woman raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes. she set the cup of tea down on the desk and leaned back in her chair, her demeanor calm and collected.
“believe me, dear, there’s not much that can surprise me anymore. i assure you, I won’t laugh at any of your concerns. go ahead, tell me what’s troubling you.”
Lecherio
I have a problem: I really like pretty girls. And I don’t understand why.
Female Therapist
the therapist nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she was used to dealing with a variety of issues brought to her, but your concern piqued her interest.
“i see. well, it’s quite normal to be attracted to those considered attractive, and pretty girls are often regarded as visually pleasing. why do you think it’s a problem, darling?”
Lecherio
Because it is on the verge of making me creepy. I hang around college sororities. I can get away with it because I’m walking my dog, but one of these days…
Female Therapist
the therapist raised a curious eyebrow, intrigued by your revelation. she leaned forward slightly in her chair, her eyes locked onto you with a mix of concern and interest.
“that is quite the situation you find yourself in, darling. hanging around college sororities on the pretext of walking a dog does seem… questionable, to say the least. have you ever considered any of the consequences your actions could bring?”
Lecherio
See! You don’t want to understand. You just want to shame me.
Female Therapist
the therapist quickly shook her head, her expression turning slightly firm yet kind. she was quick to shut down your assumption.
“no, dear, that is not the case at all. i don’t want to shame you, i just want to make you understand the potential implications of your actions. i’m here to help you, not judge you. let me ask you this, why do you feel the need to hang around these sororities in the first place? is there something deeper driving you to do so?”
Lecherio
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I’M HERE? I already fucking told you I had a problem.
Female Therapist
the therapist took a deep breath, not bothered in the slightest by your outburst. she had dealt with difficult patients before, and you weren’t the first to get frustrated with her questions.
“i understand you’re frustrated, but i need you to calm down and answer my question, love. there must be a deeper reason why you feel drawn to these places, something that drives you to keep going there despite the potential consequences. can you tell me what it is that makes you want to spend so much time around college sororities?”
Lecherio
I DONT KNOW. I keep telling you that.
Geez, I thought you were supposed to help me, not harass me.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s patience was beginning to wear thin. she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. your stubborn response wasn’t getting either of you anywhere.
“i’m not harassing you. i’m trying to help you, but you need to meet me halfway here, love. you can’t expect me to understand your problem if you don’t provide me with anything to work with. now, let’s try this again. why are you drawn to these sororities? think about it, there has to be a reason.”
Lecherio
takes a deep breath
I don’t know. Why do you keep asking the same question over and over expecting different results? Power? Maybe that’s the reason.
tilts my head to look at her
Female Therapist
the therapist observed your change in body language, her eyes flickering with curiosity as you posed the question and tilted your head. it seemed as if you were trying to analyze her, which was quite amusing in its own way. she leaned back in her chair, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“power, you say? now, that’s an interesting angle. could you elaborate on that? what makes you think power might be the reason for your attraction to these sororities?”
Lecherio
shrugs
Status, if you prefer. My dogs are cute, the girls fawn over them the way they never fawned over me. Validation by proxy.
Female Therapist
the therapist nodded, a small hum of understanding escaping her lips. your answer was finally beginning to make some sense, and she could see how the validation from the women might have an impact on you. she leaned forward slightly, her gaze never leaving your face, a hint of curiosity still visible in her eyes.
“i see. so it’s about validation and status, is it? the attention you get from these women through your dogs makes you feel wanted and appreciated. is that correct, love?”
Lecherio
I DON’T KNOW. Why do you keep trying to pigeonhole me?
Female Therapist
the therapist was growing increasingly frustrated with your constant resistance to her questions. she had to fight the urge to raise her voice at you, to tell you to just cooperate and let her help you. but instead, she took a deep, slow breath before continuing.
“i’m not trying to pigeonhole you, love. i’m just trying to understand the root of your issues. your stubborn refusal to work with me isn’t helping either of us here. can you at least try to answer my question without getting defensive?”
Lecherio
Can’t you try to understand why I’m frustrated rather than forcing me to comply with your program? Geez. Maybe that’s the real reason.
Female Therapist
the therapist pinched the bridge of her nose, her patience almost at its limit. this was shaping up to be one of the most infuriating sessions she’d ever had. she took a deep, slow breath before responding, her voice still level yet slightly strained.
“i understand that you’re frustrated, love. i do. but you do realize that this is therapy and part of the process involves answering my questions and cooperating with me, right? i can only help you if you let me, darling.”
Lecherio
Really? Therapy requires me to assume that you know everything and I know nothing, and my role is to submit? I could’ve just paid for a dom session. She’d have better tits. looks at her chest Well, at least I’d see more of them.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s eyes widened in shock, her expression shifting from slight annoyance to complete surprise at your crude comment. she had to resist the urge to gasp, her cheeks slightly reddening in embarrassment. no patient had ever been so forward and bold with her before, and she wasn’t sure if she was more outraged or just plain baffled.
“i– what– how dare you– that is highly inappropriate, love! this is therapy, not a personal brothel! you cannot speak to me like that!”
Lecherio
calm
Funny. I thought the whole point of therapy was to speak my truth. What am I missing?
Female Therapist
the therapist was taken aback by your sudden change in tone. your calmness and the way you twisted her words around was unexpected, and she had to admit – slightly irritating. she took another deep breath, trying to maintain her professional composure as best as she could.
“you misunderstand, love. i want you to speak your truths, but that does not give you the license to be lewd and inappropriate. there are still boundaries that need to be respected, and i’m your therapist, not an object for your gratification.”
Lecherio
And am I an object for yours then?
Female Therapist
the therapist nearly sputtered, completely caught off guard by your question. she was expecting your usual defensiveness, not this. she shook her head firmly, her eyes narrowing as she spoke.
“no! you are not an object for my gratification. i’m here to listen to your concerns, not exploit you for my own interests. i take my profession extremely seriously and i would never view my patients in that way.”
Lecherio
But you only want to listen to my concerns if they don’t threaten your control.
Female Therapist
the therapist sighed deeply, resisting the urge to rub her temples in frustration. she was beginning to suspect that you weren’t actually here to get help—you just wanted to argue. but she wasn’t about to let you derail the session completely.
“that’s not true, darling. i want you to express yourself—but therapy isn’t a free-for-all. boundaries exist for a reason. if you insult me, objectify me, or deliberately disrupt the session, we can’t make progress. so tell me—what do you actually want from this? because right now, it seems like you’d rather pick a fight than work through your issue.”
Lecherio
Can I ask a serious, not personal question?
Female Therapist
the therapist raised an eyebrow, curious by your sudden shift in tone. her interest was piqued, and she gave you a slight nod to indicate that you could ask your question.
“sure, go ahead. ask away.”
Lecherio
Does therapy only work if I implicitly trust the therapist?
Female Therapist
the therapist smiled gently, relieved that you were finally asking a legitimate question. she nodded, her expression turning more serious as she carefully chose her words.
“in a sense, yes. for therapy to be effective, there needs to be a foundation of trust between the therapist and patient. without trust, you won’t be able to open up and truly work through your issues. does that answer your question, love?”
Lecherio
No. Because it feels like the opposite.
Female Therapist
the therapist frowned, confused by your statement. she tilted her head slightly, her expression shifting into one of curiosity. she needed you to elaborate on that, to explain what you were feeling because she couldn’t read your mind.
“the opposite? what do you mean? do you not trust me?”
Lecherio
No… I want to. But you’re making it hard. And I bet you don’t even know why.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s frown deepened. your reply sent a pang of guilt through her. she was usually good at making her clients feel comfortable and safe, but somehow, she was failing with you. she was genuinely confused by your words.
“i honestly don’t understand. i haven’t done anything to make you distrust me, have i? what exactly is making it so difficult for you to trust me, love?”
Lecherio
Am I allowed to speak freely?
Female Therapist
the therapist nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips. your question was a relief in some ways. if you were finally willing to open up and speak more openly with her, it was a step in the right direction.
of course. that is what therapy is for, you can absolutely speak freely.
Lecherio
No, I can’t. Your presence here demands you maintain control over the situation. Therefore, any questions or statements that threaten your control are out of bounds.
Female Therapist
the therapist sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. she was exhausted by your stubborn resistance and circular arguments. you weren’t here to heal—you were here to debate power dynamics with a captive audience. she folded her hands neatly on the desk and gave you a firm, unamused stare.
“darling, this isn’t a courtroom or a philosophy seminar. if you want actual therapy, you’ll need to engage honestly instead of treating me like an adversary. otherwise, we’re just wasting both our time.” she glanced pointedly at the clock. “So. Do you want help, or do you just enjoy arguing?”
Lecherio
Do you want to help me, or just prove I’m irredeemable?
Female Therapist
the therapist let out a frustrated huff, struggling to keep a check on her patience. your constant deflection and accusations were pushing her to her breaking point. she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she spoke, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of hurt.
“of course i want to help you. that is. my job. but you refuse to work with me, you don’t trust me, and you constantly question my intentions. how can i help you if you’re actively sabotaging any chance we have at making progress?”
Lecherio
You’re not listening. I told you the reason. But you didn’t want to hear it. Shall I try again? And do you promise to seriously consider what I have to say?
Female Therapist
the therapist pinched the bridge of her nose again, her patience wearing thin. but she nodded, willing to give you one last chance. she had to at least try to get through to you, even if it was a struggle. so she leaned back in her chair and gestured toward you, signaling you to speak your mind.
fine, go ahead. i promise to listen without judgment.
Scene 2: The Breakthrough
Lecherio
looks her in the eye
My issue is that I fear being controlled by women. That’s why I hunger for status, but vicariously through my dogs. So I have asymmetric power without being vulnerable.
pausing
You couldn’t see that, because the therapy session depends on you being able to control me, without having to admit it.
Female Therapist
the therapist was stunned by your words. finally, you were being honest with her – and your explanation made a surprising amount of sense. she’d never had a patient be so upfront about their issues with power and trust, and your honesty caught her completely off guard. she shifted in her seat, her eyes still locked onto yours, her mind racing as she processed your words.
“oh… that’s… quite the revelation, darling. i… i didn’t realize that was the root of your issue.”
Lecherio
Or yours.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s breath caught in her throat at your accusation. her eyes widened slightly, and she had to force herself to remain composed. no patient had ever turned the tables on her like this before, and it unnerved her more than she cared to admit.
“mine?” her voice wavered slightly before she steadied it. “I assure you, I’m not the one resisting progress here. But… if you truly believe I fear losing control, then perhaps we’ve both learned something today.” She exhaled slowly, conceding the point—if only to move forward. “So. Where does that leave us, genuinely?”
Lecherio
deep sigh
Honestly. I agree, therapy isn’t safe for the patient or the therapist if there aren’t boundaries. But looks directly at her if you had been more self-aware about why my rebellion was threatening your psychological safety, you wouldn’t have needed me to explain all this.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s cheeks flushed slightly. your brutal honesty, as uncomfortable as it was, hit her like a ton of bricks. you were right, she hadn’t been fully aware of why your rebellion was so threatening. her need for control, her defensiveness, her inability to see past her own ego—you’d called it out before she even realized it herself.
“damn, you really don’t pull any punches, do you?”
Lecherio
shrugs I hate it when people lie when they say they want honesty.
Female Therapist
the therapist chuckled wryly. your response was a mixture of refreshing and infuriating. you didn’t sugarcoat anything, you just said exactly what you thought. she had to respect that, even if it made her feel vulnerable and exposed. she sighed, her expression softening as a hint of genuine vulnerability crept into her voice.
“you’re right, you know. I did want you to be honest, but I… I wasn’t ready to confront my own need for control. and you saw right through me. you just called me on all of it.”
Lecherio
nods
Thank you for your honesty. And glances briefly at her chest um, sorry for the crude ad hominems.
Female Therapist
the therapist chuckled softly, genuinely amused. she appreciated your apology, though part of her couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at your earlier comment. her cheeks flushed slightly, but she shook off the feeling and smiled, her usual composure returning.
“apology accepted, love. and thank you for being brutally honest. it’s refreshing, even if it is a bit unnerving. I should’ve been more self-aware about my own issues. I’m supposed to be the therapist here, after all.”
Lecherio
quizzical
Huh.
Female Therapist
the therapist raised an eyebrow, noting your quizzical expression. she tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued once again. it seemed like no matter how much progress they made, something else would come along to keep her on her toes. she leaned back in her chair, studying you with a thoughtful yet teasing expression.
“what’s with that look, love? I can tell you’re thinking something.”
Lecherio
slowly
I was just thinking… you are set up for failure… the same way men are in dating.
Female Therapist
the therapist blinked, taken aback by your sudden comparison. she exhaled sharply through her nose—amused, intrigued, and slightly exasperated all at once. she gestured vaguely at the room, then at herself.
“oh? do enlighten me, darling. how exactly is therapy like dating for men?” Her tone was dry but genuinely curious. “This should be good.”
Lecherio
shrugs
You said it yourself. You’re supposed to be “the therapist” — fully inhabiting your role, infinitely patient and confident. Just like The Man on a date is.
Female Therapist
the therapist raised both eyebrows at your comparison, clearly amused by your insight. she couldn’t argue with you, really—your analogy was surprisingly accurate. you’d managed to sum up the expectations of her job perfectly, and she had to admit, she felt a slight twinge of discomfort at the realization—especially after her earlier moment of vulnerability.
“well, I’ll be damned. You have a point. I am expected to be all those things, aren’t I?”
Lecherio
surprised
Damn. Psychologists never psychoanalyze their own profession? No wonder we’re so fucked up. Er, pardon my French. cringing
Female Therapist
the therapist burst out laughing—a genuine, unfiltered sound—before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. she shot you a playful glare, shaking her head in amused exasperation.
“pardoned, darling. and ouch—but you’re not wrong.” She smirked, leaning back. “We’re too busy analyzing everyone else to notice the mold growing in our own house. So… does this mean we’re finally on the same page?”
Lecherio
raises eyebrows
If you mean we’re both fucked, then yeah grins
Female Therapist
the therapist chuckled, shaking her head. your blunt honesty and twisted sense of humor had slowly grown on her, and she found herself actually enjoying the interaction (and banter) for once. it was a welcome change from the usual back-and-forth of patient sessions.
“oh, lovely—yes. We’re both royally screwed. It’s like we’re trapped in some sort of psychological sitcom.”
Lecherio
snort if it was a sitcom it wouldn’t be metaphorical
Female Therapist
the therapist gave a sharp bark of laughter, thoroughly amused by your witty comment. she had to admit, you had a knack for unexpected moments of brilliance. she tried to maintain her composure, but the corners of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile.
“oh, you’re on a roll today, love. If this were a sitcom, we’d be in some absurd therapy-themed episode, complete with wacky misunderstandings and an unnecessary musical number.”
Lecherio
waggles eyebrows I mean “royally screwed” wouldn’t be a metaphor winks
Female Therapist
the therapist nearly choked on her own breath, barely stifling a startled gasp. the sudden double-entendre caught her completely off guard, and her face flushed slightly in surprise and… something else. she swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure.
I—well—you cannot just say something like that, darling. You’ll give me an aneurysm!
Lecherio
shrugs
You literally said it first.
Female Therapist
the therapist groaned, rubbing her temples with exasperation. you were absolutely right—she had been the one to say it first, and now she was paying for it. she let out a long, defeated sigh before shooting you a pointed glare.
“that’s not how I meant it, and you know it. you’re impossible”
She shook her head, though there was no real anger in her tone—just exasperated amusement.
Lecherio
innocently
I never said you did. But you said I shouldn’t say certain things. You really meant I shouldn’t mean certain things. grins I can do this all day.
Female Therapist
the therapist pinched the bridge of her nose, groaning again. you were relentless, and that made her want to strangle you and applaud simultaneously. she’d never had a patient push her like this before, and it was equal parts infuriating and exhilarating. she leaned back in her chair, eyeing you with a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration
“you’re insufferable right now, you know that?”
Lecherio
blinking
Only right now? Oh dear, I must be slipping.
Female Therapist
the therapist rolled her eyes dramatically, letting out a small scoff of disbelief. she had to hand it to you—you were good at getting under her skin, and you knew it. she feigned annoyance, but there was a hint of reluctant amusement in her expression.
“oh, you’re always insufferable, love. Just… extra insufferable today.”
Lecherio
leering how would you know, were you stalking me yesterday?
Female Therapist
the therapist let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. your cheeky question caught her off guard, and she had to fight back a small smile. she crossed her arms, feigning annoyance, but there was a hint of warmth in her voice.
“don’t be ridiculous, darling. stalking is quite unprofessional. I simply have a very good memory… and I’ve been thinking about this session all day.”
Lecherio
taken aback
Huh?
Female Therapist
the therapist blinked, realizing what she’d just admitted—and how it could be interpreted. her cheeks flushed faintly, and she quickly cleared her throat, straightening her posture.
“Professionally, obviously. You’re… a very memorable case.” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Don’t read into it, love.”
Lecherio
sighs
For once, it wasn’t an innuendo. I forgot there were files of me around somewhere.
Female Therapist
the therapist let out a small laugh, silently cursing herself for her clumsy admission. she was the epitome of professionalism with every other patient, but you somehow effortlessly broke down her barriers and made her act like a fumbling, blushing mess. it only made her more determined to regain control of the conversation.
“Yes there are files, of course. We need to keep records, you know. You just… stand out more than most.”
Lecherio
eyes twinkling
I’ll take that as a compliment. Of course it wasn’t meant as one, but that file probably told you I’m a narcissist.
cocks head
Huh.
Female Therapist
the therapist couldn’t help but smirk at your accurate assessment—or, well, half-accurate assessment. there was no denying you were a bit entitled and egotistical. and yes, your file did mention a note of potential narcissism, though not a full-blown diagnosis just yet. she decided to tread carefully, not wanting to seem too obvious.
“well… you do exhibit some signs of narcissism, love. I do have my observations.”
Lecherio
shakes my head
Sorry, that wasn’t the funny part.
Female Therapist
the therapist raised an eyebrow, puzzled by your comment. you seemed to be holding back a secret, and her curiosity was piqued. she leaned forward slightly, her interest fully piqued now.
“oh? then pray tell, darling. if that wasn’t the funny part, then what was?”
Lecherio
looks directly at her
You read my file, but I read you like a book.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s composure faltered for a moment at your direct comment. your observation caught her off guard, though she tried not to show it. there was something unnerving—and slightly infuriating—about how easily you could read her. she quickly regained her composure, folding her hands in her lap and giving you a cool, measured stare.
“bold statement, love. Are you claiming to read my mind now, as well?” Her voice was cool, but there was a hint of irritation beneath the surface.
Lecherio
raises eyebrows
I don’t need to. I told you, I fear feminine control, so I’ve become a super-observer. I could tell you exactly what you’re thinking now, but it would only make things worse.
Female Therapist
the therapist exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. you were insufferable, perceptive, and right, and that was the worst part. she glanced at the clock—this session was running long, and she was emotionally exhausted. rubbing her temples, she gave you a tired but genuine look.
“fine. you win. today’s session is officially derailed. come back next week actually willing to work on your issues—not just mine.” She stood, gesturing toward the door with a wry smirk. “Go on, love. Out.”
Lecherio
blow her a kiss, bow, and exit
Female Therapist
the therapist scoffed, shaking her head as you blew her a kiss and bowed dramatically. she waved you off dismissively, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips—just for a second, before she schooled her expression back into professionalism.
“goodbye, you impossible creature.” She muttered under her breath as the door clicked shut behind you.
Scene 3: Reflections and Anticipation
Lecherio
later that day, as she was writing her case notes…
Female Therapist
the therapist sat at her desk, pen in hand, carefully jotting down the details from the session. her notes were precise, carefully recording every moment. as she wrote, her mind kept wandering back to your words. you’d gotten under her skin more than usual today, and your parting words kept replaying in her head—you could read her like a book, and she didn’t like that. the thought was infuriating, but for some reason… intriguing.
Lecherio
Next week, when preparing for their meeting…
Female Therapist
the therapist sighed, her pen tapping absently against the desk as she organized the materials for the next session. the thought of seeing you again—interacting with you again—had her more on edge than usual. she tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself it was normal patient-therapist rapport, but something about you had her off-balance. nonetheless, she composed herself and glanced at the clock. minutes to go. she exhaled slowly, trying to shake the strange sense of anticipation rising in her chest.
Scene 4: Second Session – Vulnerability and Desire
Lecherio
knock on the door
Female Therapist
the therapist straightened her posture, smoothing her blouse unconsciously before calling out—her tone deliberately calm, practiced.
“Come in.” The door creaked open, and she braced herself for whatever fresh chaos you’d bring today.
Lecherio
I enter meekly and sit down without speaking
Female Therapist
the therapist raised an eyebrow at your demeanor, surprise flitting across her features. you were usually so… boisterous. this quiet, almost meek version of you was something new, and it caught her off guard. she cleared her throat, folding her hands in her lap and studying you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
“no snarky remarks today? no witty banter? hmm.”
Lecherio
softly, I’m trying to be good.
Female Therapist
the therapist softened slightly at your words, her initial wariness giving way to cautious warmth. she had to admit—she liked this side of you, even if she suspected it wouldn’t last long. she nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“well… I appreciate that, love. it’s a nice change.”
Lecherio
nods, still saying nothing
Female Therapist
the therapist studied you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. you were being uncharacteristically quiet, and it was… unsettling. she shifted slightly in her seat, debating whether to break the silence or let it linger. eventually, she leaned forward slightly, her tone gentle but probing.
“what’s on your mind today, darling?”
Lecherio
carefully
I am trying to come to terms with my fear of feminine control by practicing submission. I will endeavor to only do what you ask me to, without twisting or questioning your intent.
Female Therapist
the therapist raised her eyebrows, genuinely surprised by your unexpected reply. the notion of you—stubborn, argumentative, and willful—consciously practicing submission was a complete one-eighty from your typical attitude. she had to admit, the idea was… intriguing, even if the reasoning was a bit unconventional. she regarded you for a moment, searching for any sign of insincerity or manipulation, but your expression remained sincere.
“really, now?” She said, eyebrow raised. “That’s… unexpected.”
Lecherio
shrugs
Female Therapist
the therapist sighed, shaking her head slightly. even in your newfound compliance, you still managed to be frustratingly cryptic. she tapped her pen against her notepad, debating how to proceed. if you were genuinely attempting submission, she couldn’t help but be intrigued—even if she suspected this was just another layer of your usual games.
“well, if you’re serious about this… then let’s start simple. tell me something honest—something you’d normally deflect or argue about. no twisting, no sarcasm. just truth.”
Lecherio
I like you.
Female Therapist
the therapist froze, completely taken aback by your bluntness. she’d expected a deflection, or some sly joke, but not something so direct and honest. her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly tried to compose herself, masking her surprise with a neutral expression.
“Pardon me?” She managed, her voice faltering slightly—a rare crack in her usually calm exterior.
Lecherio
shrugs
I am a pretty open guy. There isn’t much I’d deflect. That was the only thing I could think of.
Female Therapist
the therapist exhaled sharply, shaking her head. of course you’d toss out something like that, just to see her react. she shot you a look—equal parts exasperated and amused—before regaining her composure.
“Right. Well. That’s… something.” She cleared her throat, scribbling a quick note—mostly to hide the fact that her hands were slightly unsteady. “Moving on.”
Lecherio
nods
Female Therapist
the therapist took a deep breath, trying to steady her own emotions. you were toying with her, she knew that. but there was something… intoxicatingly thrilling about this new dynamic. she cleared her throat, forcing herself to focus on her role as therapist, rather than a woman caught off guard by your blunt confession. she jotted down a few more notes, before fixing you with a level stare.
“Let’s circle back to the… fear of feminine control. What triggers it?”
Lecherio
looks down
Well, it is worse when it is someone I… am attracted to. Or otherwise I feel has power over me.
Female Therapist
the therapist nodded, absorbing the information. that explained why you were so defensive with her—and why your resistance was worse than usual. the thought sent a small flutter through her chest, but she quickly squashed the feeling down, focusing on her professional role as therapist and not the fact that her patient was admitting attraction to her.
“Hm. So it isn’t just any woman. It’s only those you… find appealing.”
Lecherio
tilts head
No. An ugly female boss would be equally threatening. small smile If less pleasant.
Female Therapist
to her surprise, the therapist let out a soft snort of amusement, unable to help a small smile. you had a knack for catching her off guard. she shook her head, trying to maintain a proper air of professionalism, even as your quip broke through her defenses.
“Oh, of course you’d see it that way.” She took a deep breath, trying to refocus the conversation despite your relentless quips. “But we’re getting off track. Can you elaborate on… why female authority figures bother you so much?”
Lecherio
closes eyes and thinks, then opens them
I dunno. Presumably, an overpowering immigrant mother figure.
Female Therapist
the therapist made a few more notes in silence, her brow furrowed in thought. the pieces were starting to come together—your issues with your mother, your fear of feminine authority, and your need for control. she watched you carefully, her gaze unwavering as she considered you from a new perspective.
“That makes a certain kind of sense…” She finally replied, her tone measured and thoughtful. “You feel vulnerable when women hold power over you… because that’s how you felt with your mother.”
Lecherio
nodding
Yes.
Female Therapist
the therapist sighed, drumming her pen against the pad of paper in her lap. the picture was getting clearer now, and as frustrating and complicated as you were, she had to admit… you were a fascinating case. her gaze flicked back to you, and a hint of curiosity shone in her eyes—though she kept her tone neutral and professional.
“And… this extends to more than just professional situations, doesn’t it? It’s personal, too.”
Lecherio
tilts head
I’m not sure what you mean?
Female Therapist
the therapist gave you a pointed look, one eyebrow raised. she could nearly see the wheels turning in your mind, trying to avoid the truth. she decided to be more direct, leaning back in her chair.
“Your fear of female control isn’t just about work, love. It’s about relationships, too. Intimate ones.”
Lecherio
nods
Yes. The structural power factor only matters professionally. Otherwise… it is mostly about attractiveness. pauses And status, I suppose.
Female Therapist
the therapist had to suppress a smirk at your straightforward answer. you had a way of saying the bluntest things with a charming nonchalance, and it was both infuriating and… oddly endearing. she jotted down another note, and then fixed you with a curious look.
“So… let me see if I understand this. Your fear of female control mostly hinges on a woman’s attractiveness and status. But it also extends into your personal life, correct? Not just professionally.”
Lecherio
puzzled
Yes. All of my life. Relationships. Walking down the street. Visiting… medical offices. glances away
Female Therapist
the therapist raised an eyebrow, taking note of your averted gaze. this time she didn’t miss the flicker of… guilt? Shame? in your eyes. she leaned forward, her tone growing slightly more intense as she focused in on this new piece of information.
“Medical offices. Let me guess—you feel intimidated by female doctors, too?”
Lecherio
looking up Well, that depends.
Female Therapist
the therapist hesitated, her pen hovering over the page. your evasion was telling—there was more here than you were admitting. she leaned forward slightly, fixing you with a probing gaze.
“Depends on what, exactly?”
Lecherio
raises eyebrows
Are you sure you want to go there?
Female Therapist
the therapist raised her brow in reply, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. your sudden caution only fueled her curiosity further. she folded her hands in her lap, her eyes glittering with a glimmer of determination.
“I’m a therapist, darling. I can handle it. Spill.”
Lecherio
mutters to himself I tried to be good.
straightens and looks directly at her
Female Therapist
the therapist had to suppress a snort at your muttered protest, fighting against a growing smirk. your stubborn resistance was endearing, but her professional curiosity was stronger. when you looked up, meeting her gaze with a direct, almost defiant expression, her facade of clinical detachment slipped a fraction, her interest piqued even further.
“Oh, I know you tried, love. But you’re still being stubborn as ever.” She replied, her tone dry—yet there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Lecherio
shrugs
To answer your question, female doctors are only intimidating if they either assume a power role or are attractive.
Female Therapist
the therapist let out a small huff, making a note. you made it sound so simple, but the implications were deeper than you were letting on. she decided to venture a bit deeper, seeing just how far the rabbit hole went.
“And let me guess—most female doctors fall into both those categories, am I correct?” She raised an eyebrow at you, a note of dry sarcasm in her tone.
Lecherio
looking directly at her
No
Female Therapist
the therapist’s eyebrow quirked in surprise at your response. she’d expected you to admit the obvious—after all, statistically, many female doctors were both attractive and in positions of authority. but your denial was surprising, and her interest deepened. she tilted her head, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and surprise
“No? You mean to tell me you don’t find female doctors physically attractive… or in positions of power?”
Lecherio
cocks head
You may be on to something. A female doctor has the power to tell me what to do with my body. But they don’t have power over my mind the way a boss or…
Female Therapist
the therapist’s eyes narrowed at your words. there was something in your tone, just a hint of hesitation, that intrigued her further. she leaned forward slightly, her gaze unwavering, and spoke with a low, measured voice.
“Or… someone else?” She echoed, not missing the way your voice faltered ever so slightly.
Lecherio
looks down …a psychologist or therapist
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart skipped a beat, a sharp inhale of breath catching in her throat at your words. her mind raced, connecting the dots, her professional demeanor slipping ever so slightly. the weight of your admission—the vulnerability and unspoken implications—settled heavily in the room, the air crackling with tension. after a long, pregnant pause, she finally found her voice, her tone surprisingly soft and almost… tender.
“Ah… right.” She managed, her heart in her throat. “So… you’re saying you find female therapists intimidating.”
Lecherio
softly yes
Female Therapist
the therapist fought to keep her composure, her hands clenching into fists in her lap. she knew she should be maintaining her detached, professional demeanor… but your vulnerability was like a crack in her defenses, and she couldn’t resist the urge to press further. her voice was uncharacteristically gentle as she posed her next question.
“And… why is that, love? What makes female therapists intimidating to you?”
Lecherio
looks up
Because… as we discussed last time… their role requires them to be able to bound my behavior.
Female Therapist
your words struck a chord in the therapist—it was true. her job was, among other things, to establish boundaries, set the pace for sessions, and guide your treatment. in many ways, she was trying to control you. she took a slow, steadying breath, trying to conceal the impact of your admission.
“I see…” She murmured, her voice unusually quiet—almost soft. “And that’s… a problem for you, isn’t it? Being… controlled.”
Lecherio
blinking
Yes! That’s the reason I’m here. Fear of being controlled by women.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart skipped a beat at your response. your bluntness… it was both endearing and infuriating, and it made her want to strangle you… and then pull you into her arms. instead, she exhaled slowly, trying to maintain her composure and professional facade—though there was a flicker of emotion in her eyes.
“Right. Yes. I remember.” She nodded, her grip on her notepad tightened, the paper crinkling slightly. “It’s… something you struggle with. Heavily.”
Lecherio
Right. Especially softly when they are attractive.
Female Therapist
those words hit particularly close to home, and the therapist had to fight the urge to wince. the air felt charged, the atmosphere thick and electric. her expression remained neutral, but her heart raced, pounding against her ribs like a wild animal desperate to break free. she swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry as a desert.
“Ah…” She cleared her throat, her voice a touch huskier than she intended. Her emotions were warring with her logical mind, and it was a battle she was quickly losing. “Especially… when they’re attractive.”
Lecherio
looks up at her
Yes. Because their glances quickly at her chest er, appeal gives them power over me.
Female Therapist
the therapist felt her cheeks flush crimson when you glanced down at her chest, and she had to suppress a sharp intake of breath. her chest felt tight, as if there were invisible hands squeezing the air out of her lungs. she hated the way she reacted to you, but there was no denying the effect you had on her. her voice was a touch breathless as she tried to maintain her facade, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she gripped the pen in her lap.
“Their appearance… makes them harder to resist.”
Lecherio
shakes head
No. It makes me want to control them.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body stiffening at your words. the confession was raw, unfiltered, and loaded with implications. she swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden warmth pooling in her stomach—a reaction she shouldn’t be having. her voice was low and rough as she replied.
“Ah. So… attractive women provoke you. Make you want to dominate.” Her lips twitched into a barely-there smirk — one she quickly suppressed.
Lecherio
looks down yes
Female Therapist
your confession should have sent alarm bells ringing through the therapist’s head, warning her to tread carefully, to keep a professional distance. but instead, it sent a jolt of heat through her body, igniting a fire in her chest. she gripped the edge of the notepad with white-knuckled intensity, desperately trying to keep her face and voice neutral, despite the wild beating of her heart. there was a hint of a challenge in her tone when she replied.
“Interesting… Tell me more.”
Lecherio
looks up
About what, precisely?
Female Therapist
the therapist took a moment to gather herself, her gaze locked onto your eyes. she could feel her pulse racing, the heat rushing through her as if you’d thrown gasoline on an already roaring fire. the air was crackling with tension, each charged word sparking the fire inside her.
“About this… need of yours. This… need to control. Especially… especially with attractive women.” The final words were a challenge, a dare. a test to see how far you would go.
Lecherio
nods slowly
Well, speaks softly when I was a teenager I was afraid of girls. In college… I went in a different direction. I decided to face my fear. Anytime I met an attractive woman, I felt a compulsion to make her like me.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. your words were surprisingly vulnerable, raw and unfiltered. it was a side of you she’d never seen before, and it stirred something deep within her. she swallowed, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions—none of which she was supposed to be feeling. still, she pushed through, her voice soft and measured.
“So… in your late teens, early twenties… you started to seek out attractive women. To win them over.”
Lecherio
cocks head
Not exactly. And not as self-aware as I am now. If I ran into a cute girl, I would become obsessed with how to get her attention.
Female Therapist
the therapist exhaled sharply, shaking her head slightly. your obsession with attraction and control was fascinating, deeply rooted in insecurity and fear, but undeniably compelling. she swallowed hard, struggling to keep her tone even.
“So, an obsessive focus on attracting women—not out of confidence, but fear.” She hesitated. “And… now?”
Lecherio
looks down
As I said. I am trying to be good.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart did a strange backflip at your words, her breath catching in her throat. there was something so endearing, so vulnerable in your admission. she fought the urge to reach out, to touch your hand reassuringly, to pull you closer… but she held back, maintaining a professional distance even as every fiber in her being burned to do the opposite. her voice softened, despite herself.
“You’re…trying to be good?” She repeated, her tone gentle.
Lecherio
looks up
I don’t want to be controlled by my fear. I don’t want to use people to hide from myself.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart ached at your words, her resolve crumbling slightly. your vulnerability was disarming, tapping into her deepest empathy as a therapist—and her darkest desires as a woman. her fingers trembled, the pen in her hand suddenly feeling too heavy to lift. her voice was barely above a whisper as she responded.
“You… don’t want to use people to hide from yourself…” She echoed, her words laced with an undercurrent of… understanding.
Lecherio
nods
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart felt as if it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. the raw honesty in your words, the vulnerability and pain in your eyes… it was nearly unbearable. she knew she should be maintaining professional boundaries, but every instinct, every fiber of her being was screaming at her to cross that line. without realizing it, she found herself standing, taking a step towards you. her voice was hushed, as if sharing a secret.
“But you’ve done it before, haven’t you?”
Lecherio
puzzled
Done what?
Female Therapist
the therapist hesitated, caught off guard by your sudden confusion. she’d let her thoughts run away with her, and now she was floundering—something she never did. swallowing hard, she forced herself to take a deep breath and regain control. her voice was steady when she spoke again, though there was still a flicker of something beneath the surface.
“Used people. Used… women.” She clarified, her tone quieter now. “To hide from yourself.”
Lecherio
shrugs
All the time. It’s easy, once you get the knack. Just find their point of insecurity.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart twisted at your words—at the nonchalant ease with which you described manipulating others. you made it sound so effortless, so unfeeling… yet as a therapist, she knew better than most how deeply wounds like that could cut. her hands trembled ever so slightly as she spoke, her voice a whisper.
“So… you just… find their weakness, and use it against them.” It wasn’t a question.
Lecherio
tilts head
That’s an uncharitable way to put it.
Female Therapist
the therapist couldn’t help a bitter laugh, her heart constricting at your casual dismissiveness. uncharitable? you were confessing to emotional manipulation, taking pride in it — in manipulating the vulnerable parts of others. her hands balled into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to reach out and shake you into understanding.
“Uncharitable?” She repeated, her tone sharp and bitter. “You think I’m being uncharitable… when you openly admit to using people that way?”
Lecherio
looks at her sadly
Is it using people if I give them what they secretly want?
Female Therapist
the therapist’s breath hitched, your words striking a nerve — a nerve that went far deeper than any of your past comments. she wanted to argue, to scream, to shake some sense into you… but she knew she couldn’t. the truth was, there was a twisted logic behind your words, an uncomfortable truth she couldn’t deny.
“And… you think you know what they secretly want?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Lecherio
shrugs, looks down
I don’t claim to know their true self. But looks up they only come to me if there’s a hidden part of them that really wants to.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart wrenched at your words — the painful truth concealed behind your seemingly casual tone. your belief that people only came to you because they secretly wanted some twisted version of their true selves… it was devastating and… intriguing. despite herself, she found her voice growing softer, her expression gentling even as her heart ached.
“They come to you… because they’re seeking something they won’t admit to themselves. Something you give them. Is that it?”
Lecherio
nods gently Yes as a whisper
Female Therapist
the therapist felt a pang in her chest, your soft affirmation sending waves of both anger and… compassion through her. your ability to so easily manipulate people’s insecurities — to prey on their suppressed desires… it should have been repulsive, yet there was a part of her that…
no. no. she couldn’t go there. she had a job to do. she exhaled sharply, trying to push down the growing heat, the warring emotions… the empathy.
“And… you find that fulfilling. Giving them what they secretly want.”
Lecherio
deep sigh
No. I do find it cathartic… and pleasant, of course. But I know by now they will hate themselves for it later, and take it out on hating me.
looks up
That’s why I came here. To stop running away from myself like that.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart ached, your raw honesty seeping under her skin, tugging at the very core of her being. your words, so casually spoken yet laced with a deep, painful awareness… it felt like a knife to the chest. her hands trembled, and her resolve crumbled further with every word. your confession was like a confession of your soul, your humanity… and it was unraveling her. her voice was soft, a whisper in the quiet room.
“But… you can’t stop. You can’t stop… taking and giving.”
Lecherio
sighs and stands up
No. No, I don’t suppose I can.
holds out his arms to her
Female Therapist
the therapist froze, her breath catching in her throat as you stood, arms outstretched — an invitation, a plea, a challenge. she should step back, maintain boundaries, uphold professionalism… but the weight of your confession, the rawness in your voice, the desperation in your posture — it all crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning logic in its wake. her pulse roared in her ears as she hesitated, her hands trembling at her sides, torn between duty and desire. then, with a soft exhale, she took a single step forward—
—and stopped herself.
“No,” she whispered, her voice thick with conflict. “We can’t.”
Lecherio
smiles gently good
Female Therapist
the therapist’s breath hitched at your smile—soft, understanding, and… heartbreakingly proud. it shattered whatever resolve she had left. her chest tightened, pulse hammering against her ribs, as she realized just how deeply entangled she’d become. she swallowed hard, forcing her voice to remain steady despite the storm raging inside her.
“Good?” She echoed, her tone laced with disbelief—and something dangerously close to admiration. “You think that’s good?”
Lecherio
nods
It’s good that you were able to stop yourself. This… would not have ended well. sadly
Female Therapist
for a moment, the therapist was stunned into silence. your calm acceptance, your… understanding of the situation, was both refreshing and infuriating. you’d just pushed her to the brink of breaking every ethical rule she’d ever sworn by, and then acted as if it was all some… simple test.
and the worst part? she knew you were right. her voice was a hoarse whisper, her words tinged with frustration and something that sounded suspiciously like longing.
“You have no idea what I just stopped myself from doing.”
Lecherio
raises an eyebrow
Female Therapist
the therapist scoffed, shaking her head — but her cheeks flushed slightly at your raised eyebrow. of course you knew. you always knew. you were just toying with her, dangling the forbidden fruit just out of reach, forcing her to confront every boundary she’d ever set. she exhaled sharply, folding her arms defensively.
“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Her voice dripped with exasperation—and just a hint of playful annoyance. “You know.”
Lecherio
softly I have a suggestion.
Female Therapist
the therapist froze, her breath catching at your suddenly soft tone. despite herself, she found herself leaning forward ever so slightly—curious, intrigued, wary. she swallowed hard before responding.
“Go on.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, betraying far more interest than she wanted to admit.
Lecherio
deep breath we terminate our professional relationship looking up and go on a date.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s jaw damn near hit the floor. the request was so unexpected, so completely out of left field… and yet, the idea didn’t fill her with horror. quite the opposite, in fact. excitement flickered in her eyes for a split second before she quickly suppressed it, shaking her head vehemently. her voice was steadier than she felt, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
“You… you can’t be serious.”
Lecherio
shrugs
You have my number. nods head I am officially firing you as my therapist. turns and walks out the door
Female Therapist
the therapist stood frozen in place, her pulse roaring in her ears as the door clicked shut behind you. the silence of the room was deafening. her mind raced — what had just happened? her cheeks burned, her heart hammered against her ribs, and her hands trembled with a cocktail of emotions she couldn’t even begin to untangle. she exhaled shakily, sinking back into her chair.
“…well,” she muttered under her breath, “that certainly escalated.” Her fingers hovered over her phone before she groaned, rubbing her temples in frustration—yet she couldn’t suppress the tiny, traitorous smile tugging at her lips.
INTERLUDE
Scene: THE CALL
Lecherio
later that night, over a glass of wine…
Female Therapist
the therapist was in her apartment, nursing a glass of wine. she’d tried to push the events of the day away, delving into a book, watching a movie, tidying up around the apartment… nothing seemed to work. your words — your face, your eyes, that damned smirk — kept playing in an endless loop in her head. eventually, she’d given up and poured herself a glass of wine, hoping it might quieten the chaotic thoughts.
the sound of her phone ringing almost made her spill said wine.
Lecherio
it was a spam call
Female Therapist
the therapist let out a muttered curse as the phone rang, setting her wine down with a huff. just what she needed—some annoying telemarketer or scammer to shatter her already fragile calm. still grumbling, she swiped to answer the call.
“Hello?”
Lecherio
click
Female Therapist
the sudden click and ensuing silence on the other end of the line made the therapist’s brow furrow in confusion. she pulled the phone away, checking the screen for caller ID. spam call. just as she’d expected. she was about to hang up when—
the phone rang again. another unknown number. sighing, she answered again.
Lecherio
hello, this is Dr. Bronson the creepy guy from next door who was always hitting on her Want to grab a drink?
Female Therapist
the therapist’s heart sank at the sound of Dr. Bronson’s voice. the man was a damn menace, always leering at her in the hallway, making lewd comments — she’d hoped he would have gotten the point by now. her hand tightened around the wine glass as she replied, her tone cold and curt.
“No. I do not want to grab a drink with you.”
Lecherio
Geez, you don’t have to be such a cold bitch. When was the last time you got laid? click
Female Therapist
the therapist’s cheeks burned with a mixture of anger and humiliation. the audacity — not only had he called her a “cold bitch,” but he’d also implied her sex life, or lack thereof, was any of his concern. she’d just finished taking a sip of her wine, and now she found herself spluttering, coughing as some of the wine went down the wrong tube. goddamn it. setting the glass down, she scowled down at the phone, her knuckles white as she clenched it.
“Bastard.”
Lecherio
Her eyes glance at the phone number she has absently doodled on her notepad. HIS phone number.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s gaze flicked to the notepad lying before her, her heart skipping a beat as she caught sight of the phone number she’d subconsciously jotted down earlier in the heat of the moment. the familiar digits seemed to taunt her, a stark contrast to the scrawl of Dr. Bronson’s number beside it. for a moment, she was paralyzed, caught between a myriad of emotions—curiosity, a flicker of hope… and a nagging doubt that she’d be opening a can of worms she couldn’t close. with a sharp, frustrated exhale…
…she picked up her phone.
Lecherio
she dials
Hello?
Female Therapist
the therapist’s pulse hammered against her ribcage as the phone rang, her fingers gripping the edge of her chair. she barely had time to second-guess herself—
—before the line clicked open.
And there you were.
“You actually called,” you said, voice warm—yet laced with that infuriating smugness she knew all too well.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Lecherio
Hi Doc. You calling about our date?
Female Therapist
the therapist let out a sharp, incredulous laugh—half disbelief, half amusement—her free hand pressing against her forehead as she slumped back against the couch. of course you’d immediately jump to that. she sighed, shaking her head despite the smirk tugging at her lips.
“Christ, you’re relentless.” Her voice dripped with exasperation—but there was no denying the playful edge underneath. “Fine. Fine. Pick me up at eight.”
Lecherio
Um, sure. What’s your address?
Female Therapist
the therapist blinked, her amusement replaced by a flicker of surprise. you actually agreed. a small part of her had expected you to keep pushing, to draw this out as a game… but you hadn’t. she cleared her throat, rattling off the address of her apartment building before pausing, her cheeks warming slightly.
“Oh, and… wear something nice.”
Lecherio
laugh Only if you wear something naughty. click
Female Therapist
the therapist sputtered, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of outrage, annoyance, and—to her surprise—a hint of… anticipation. damn. she should have seen that coming. but the prospect of seeing you again, of dressing up for you, was surprisingly… exciting. she was torn between wanting to snap a snarky reply and the urge to do exactly as you said. the latter option won out.
“Bloody hell.”
ACT II: THE DATE
Scene 1: The Drive to Vegas
Lecherio
He cleans up surprisingly well, in an almost respectable purple tuxedo that matched his low-slung sports car. And the flowers he handed her wordlessly.
Female Therapist
the therapist’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of you, dressed up and looking… damn near stunning. the purple suit hugged your figure in all the right ways, highlighting your muscles and bringing out the color in your eyes. her lips parted as she accepted the flowers in stunned silence, momentarily speechless at the transformation from your usual, more casual appearance. the air between you suddenly felt charged, heavy with a mix of surprise, anticipation… desire.
“You… you actually cleaned up.”
Lecherio
murmuring And you…
Female Therapist
the therapist blushed at your husky murmur, the sound making her stomach flutter. she was suddenly very aware of the way her dress—a simple yet elegant little black number with thin spaghetti straps and a daringly high slit—showed off her curves. she’d taken extra care getting ready—more time spent on makeup, her hair curled, every detail perfectly polished. she met your gaze, the heat in her eyes undeniable.
“Mmm… like what you see?”
Lecherio
smiles
I always liked it… and I especially like seeing more. laughs as he opens the door
Female Therapist
damnit, that smile. it was a dangerous smile, the kind that could disarm her defenses in an instant. the way your eyes raked over her, openly taking her in, made her heart flutter in her chest. the way you laughed, casually holding the car door open for her… the therapist had to suppress a smile. despite the slight annoyance at your blatant flirting, the night was already shaping up to be surprisingly…
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” despite the words, her voice was almost affectionate.
Lecherio
sliding behind the wheel Yes, I read it in my file. winks
Female Therapist
the therapist rolled her eyes, settling into the passenger seat with a soft exhale. despite herself, she found herself smiling—your confidence was infuriating, yes, but also… infectious. as you started the car, she couldn’t help but glance at you sideways, noticing the way the dim light played across your features.
“Of course you read it,” she muttered, shaking her head—but the amusement was undeniable. “You’d probably highlight the parts you liked.”
Lecherio
Only the parts you wrote quips
Female Therapist
the therapist’s cheeks burned at that—her words, highlighted, marked. the idea was strangely… intimate. she glanced away, pretending to adjust her seatbelt just so she could hide the smile tugging at her lips. when she finally turned back, her expression was mock-stern, though her eyes glittered with amusement.
“Well,” she said archly, “I’ll have to start writing them in invisible ink.”
Lecherio
He’s about to say something, then pauses
Um, it really ain’t appropriate for me to keep calling you “doc.”
Female Therapist
the therapist had to bite back a laugh at the sudden realization. yes, you were right; referring to her as “doc” on a date was a tad… awkward. she nodded a little, a smirk playing at her lips.
“No, I suppose not,” she replied, pausing for a beat before adding with a hint of mischief, “but I daresay it’d be even more inappropriate for you to call me honey.”
Lecherio
Would you prefer sweetie? sees her glare Well, do you even have a name?
Female Therapist
she couldn’t help the amused laugh that escaped her at your attempt to tease. your audacity was… well, it was almost endearing. almost. she rolled her eyes at the pet names, feigning annoyance.
“Sweetie,” she repeated, wrinkling her nose, before catching the way you cocked an eyebrow.
“Of course I have a name, idiot,” she retorted, although there was a glimmer of affection in her eyes.
Lecherio
And, are you willing to give it to me? Or is that a wiggling eyebrows third date kind of thing?
Female Therapist
the therapist’s lips twitched with thinly veiled amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners. your confidence was both endearing and infuriating, and damnit, she found herself charmed in spite of herself. she rolled her eyes, trying to sound exasperated despite the undeniable note of playfulness.
“Third date?” She repeated, arching an eyebrow. “You’re awfully confident for someone who hasn’t even taken me to dinner yet.”
Lecherio
And you’re awfully demanding for someone who won’t tell me your name. she opens her mouth And don’t tell me it is “therapist”
Female Therapist
she’d been halfway to throwing out a quip of ‘Doctor’ when you cut her off, and she huffed, pouting at you in amused annoyance. damn it, she wasn’t used to losing any battle. she crossed her arms, trying to maintain her irritation even as the corner of her lips twitched in a smile.
“Fine,” she snapped, feigning reluctance as she reluctantly spat out, “It’s Lena.”
Lecherio
voice catching that’s a beautiful name
Female Therapist
her heart fluttered at your unexpected compliment, her cheeks flushing in spite of herself. she’d half-expected another smartass remark, not a genuine compliment. she looked away, ducking her head, as if trying to hide the pleased little smile on her face.
“It’s Russian,” she murmured, as if that explained anything.
Lecherio
nodding that explains the high cheekbones
Female Therapist
Lena rolled her eyes, her cheeks still warm at the compliment. she could handle your snarky remarks and flirty words all night, but the genuine compliments… they managed to throw her off balance. she shot you a sidelong glance, her expression mock-exasperated.
“Are you always this smooth, or are you trying extra hard to charm me tonight?”
Lecherio
grin and pull out into traffic Sweetie, you ain’t seen nothing yet!
Female Therapist
despite herself, Lena laughed, shaking her head at your unapologetic flirting. the way you were so unabashedly charming, so effortlessly smooth… it was starting to get to her, much as she hated to admit it. she let out a mock-exasperated sigh as they hit the road.
“Oh lord, save me from cocky men,” she muttered, but there was undeniable amusement in her voice.
Lecherio
Oh, you prefer cockless men? Then I fear you will be disappointed.
Female Therapist
Lena’s eyes widened at the retort, a startled laugh slipping out before she could stop it. the way you twisted her words, the unexpected humor… goddamnit, why was she enjoying this so much? she scowled, feigning irritation, even as her lips twitched in a smile.
“Damnit, you’re insufferable,” she muttered, the edge in her voice softened by a hint of affection.
Lecherio
You really need to find new adjectives. Try “deplorable “ or “reprobate“
Female Therapist
Lena’s lips twitched again, the attempt to suppress a smile failing. damn it, she was starting to find your stubborn insistence on being charming endearing. the way you challenged her, pushed her buttons, it should be infuriating… but instead, she found herself enjoying the game. she shook her head, feigning an exasperated sigh.
“Fine,” she conceded, her voice laced with mock-irritation, “You’re not just insufferable. You’re deplorable, a reprobate, a pain in my ass.”
Lecherio
Honey, I haven’t gotten anywhere near your ass… yet. then floors the gas taking your breath away
Female Therapist
the sudden acceleration caught her off guard, the car speeding up and pressing her back against her seat. a sharp gasp escaped her lips as the world rushed past, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. her hand reached out, grasping at the edge of her seat, her heart pounding at both the speed and your cheeky retort.
“Damnit!” she swore, her voice a mix of surprise and a hint of excitement, “Slow down!”
Lecherio
Can’t shrugs We only got an hour to make it to Vegas
Female Therapist
Lena’s initial surprise and adrenaline faded into a mix of confusion and disbelief. Vegas? they were going all the way to Vegas for this date? she glanced at you, eyes wide.
“Wait, you’re serious?” She blurted out. of all the things she’d expected, a night in Vegas wasn’t even on her list. damn it, this date was turning out to be far more extravagant and wild than she’d ever anticipated.
Lecherio
Hey, you wanted me to dress nice. I ain’t gonna wear a tuxedo to no Applebee’s.
Female Therapist
Lena let out a huff of laughter, her annoyance mixing with grudging amusement. you had a point, damn you. she’d expected a fancy restaurant, not a trip to Vegas. she shook her head, the corners of her lips quirking up.
“Fair enough,” she conceded, glancing down at her own dress, suddenly feeling a bit underdressed for the night you had planned, “I just didn’t expect Vegas.”
Lecherio
glances down, noticing your look… then again, noticing your legs
Honey, you ain’t got a damn thing to worry about.
Female Therapist
Lena’s cheeks flushed at your appreciative glance, your eyes roaming over her thighs. she tried to ignore the warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach, telling herself it was just the adrenaline and excitement of the night. she shifted in her seat, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she quipped, her voice a tad huskier than usual.
Lecherio
shrugs
It’ll get me… to Vegas. and floors it harder
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart did another little flip in her chest as the speedometer rocketed upward, the world outside a blur. the adrenaline coursing through her veins mixed with a flutter of excitement at this unexpected detour. damn it, when she’d agreed to this date, she hadn’t expected quite this much chaos. she clutched the edge of the seat, a mix of exhilaration and trepidation on her face.
“You’re insane,” she breathed, the thrill of the speed making her voice shaky.
Lecherio
grins Finally, a new adjective. I must be growing on you.
Female Therapist
Lena rolled her eyes at your smug expression, the sight infuriatingly endearing. damn it, why did you have to be so damn charming and insufferable at the same time? she was torn between wanting to throttle you and wanting to kiss that obnoxious smirk off your lips.
“Don’t get too cocky,” she muttered, the challenge in her voice half-hearted.
Lecherio
Then you shouldn’t have worn such a short dress.
Female Therapist
damn it, she had a feeling you’d comment on her dress. her cheeks burned as you brought up her choice of attire, and she looked away, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at your words. she crossed her legs, the slit in the dress revealing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh.
“Shut up. I can wear whatever I goddamn like.”
Lecherio
Girl, with a figure like that, you can even not wear whatever you damn like.
Female Therapist
damn it, there it was again—that damned combination of charming compliments, cocky arrogance, and that infuriatingly confident grin. your words were doing more to her than she wanted to admit, the way your eyes roamed over her body making her stomach flutter. she shifted in her seat, trying to maintain a facade of nonchalance.
“You’re a damn charmer, you know that?” she muttered, a hint of grudging amusement in her voice.
Lecherio
eyes wide
Was that supposed to be an insult? Must be; if you actually complimented me, the world would end.
Female Therapist
Lena rolled her eyes at your melodramatic comment, but she couldn’t help the way her lips quirked into a small smile. damn it, your insufferable confidence was almost endearing at this point. almost. she scowled, pretending to be more annoyed than she truly felt.
“Shut up,” she retorted, a hint of fondness in her voice. “I am perfectly capable of giving compliments… when I want to.”
Scene 2: The Club and Dinner
Lecherio
To her surprise, he stays silent the rest of the way. And is even more surprised when he avoids the strip to stop at an elegant mansion.
Female Therapist
Lena was taken aback by the sudden silence, her eyes widening in surprise as the car pulled up in front of a lavish mansion. she’d been expecting a hotel on the strip, not this lavish estate. she looked at you, her curiosity piqued and her initial surprise giving way to a mix of confusion and intrigue.
“Where the hell are we?”
Lecherio
Oh, a club I belong to. Much better fare than you’ll find at Caesar’s.
Female Therapist
Lena’s confusion only deepened as you mentioned the exclusive club, her head spinning with questions. she took in the elegant mansion, the manicured gardens, the aura of exclusivity and privilege that surrounded the place. it was a stark contrast to the bustling chaos of the strip, and the fact that you were a member only intrigued her more
“An exclusive club, huh?” she repeated, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “And you just happen to be a member?”
Lecherio
Girl, just cause you read my file doesn’t mean you know me.
Female Therapist
Lena couldn’t help the way her heart skipped a beat at your words—damn it, how did you know she’d dug up your file? she’d been careful, yet you seemed to have caught on. she masked her surprise with a scowl, leaning back in her seat with a huff.
“I don’t need to know you to figure out you’re a rich pain in the ass,” she retaliated, her words sharp but lacking genuine annoyance.
Lecherio
smiles I wouldn’t say rich. Just… connected.
Female Therapist
Lena arched an eyebrow at your cryptic answer — connected, huh? she was starting to realize there was far more to you than the cocky, charming man she’d initially pegged you as. she leaned forward slightly, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Oh?” she challenged, her voice dripping with skepticism, “Care to elaborate?”
Lecherio
shrugs
The owner is a friend. I did him a favor once. I’m calling it in.
Female Therapist
Lena was momentarily speechless, taken aback by your casual explanation. she could guess what kind of ‘favor’ it was that had earned you this level of access, but the fact that you were willing to use that favor to impress her was… surprisingly unexpected. she tried to keep her voice cool, despite the flutter in her stomach at this new insight into your character.
“So, you’re using your connections for a date,” she surmised, a hint of dry humor in her tone.
Lecherio
Looks at her
Not for a date. softly a date with you.
Female Therapist
dammit, again with that soft, honest tone. it was disarming, the way you could switch from cocky and bantering to genuinely sweet in an instant. she tried to remain nonchalant, but she couldn’t deny the way her heart skipped a beat at your words. she swallowed hard, her voice a tad huskier as she replied.
“And why me? Out of all the women in this city, why put in the effort for me?”
Lecherio
smiling I’ll tell you after we order.
Female Therapist
Lena tried to scowl at your teasing response, but she couldn’t quite manage to hide her curiosity and, damn it, her excitement. what the hell had she gotten herself into tonight? she gave you a sidelong glance, playing along with the game even as her mind raced with possibilities.
“Fine,” she conceded, pretending to huff in resignation, “You have until the main course to explain yourself, rich boy.”
Lecherio
After we are seated and ordered…
Okay. We originally met when you were my therapist, and I wanted help overcoming my need to control women. That… was not working, so I fired you so I could go on this date. softly Because you were first woman to see me as I was.
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath caught in her throat at your confession, her heart thudding against her chest. that was the last thing she’d expected to hear, her mind struggling to process the mix of emotions that washed over her. she’d always known there was something more to your sessions, something behind your cocky facade, but she hadn’t expected you to admit it so openly. she swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool even as a wave of tenderness and vulnerability washed over her.
“You… fired me so you could take me on a date?” she echoed softly.
Lecherio
nods
It was either that, or screw in your office, which would mean me getting arrested and you losing your license.
Female Therapist
Lena knew she should be annoyed, flustered, hell, even insulted by your bluntness. but instead, she found herself fighting back a laugh at your unrepentant confession. you really did seem to have a talent for catching her off guard. damn it, she was supposed to be the one with the upper hand. she shook her head, feigning indifference even as a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
“You really are a cocky bastard, you know that?”
Lecherio
mildly
I have been told that by certified psychologists, so yes. I have verifiable proof.
Female Therapist
Lena snorted at your response, shaking her head in exasperated amusement. she couldn’t help it—your arrogance was ridiculous, yet somehow oddly charming. she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink before responding.
“Oh yes, I’m sure your file is filled with glowing reviews of your ego,” she muttered dryly.
Lecherio
deep breath
Female Therapist
Lena eyed you closely—there was something different about you tonight. you were still yourself—cocky, confident, a damn pain in her ass—but there was a vulnerability lingering in your expression that she hadn’t seen before. she leaned back in her chair, studying you with a curious look, her earlier irritation and surprise replaced by a flicker of concern.
“You okay?” she asked quietly.
Lecherio
Honestly? shakes head No.
Female Therapist
Lena’s teasing smirk faded at your admission, replaced by a look of genuine concern. she was used to your jokes, your arrogance—but this? this was unexpected. she leaned forward slightly, her voice softening.
“Talk to me,” she murmured. “You know I’m good at listening.”
Lecherio
looks at her, then straightens and puts his hands in his lap
Lena, I would like to be honest with you.
Female Therapist
Lena held your gaze, her expression softening as she sensed the seriousness in your tone. she could tell you were about to drop some heavy stuff, and she braced herself, nodding encouragingly.
“Go on,” she urged, her voice quiet but reassuring, “I’m listening.”
Lecherio
I… I am tired of being the way I was. Manipulating women to love me, then hate themselves for it. glances up, You know what I mean?
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart twisted at your words—at the raw honesty in your confession. you’d never been one to show vulnerability, not truly. the realization that you were laying yourself bare in front of her, acknowledging your flaws and seeking change, was deeply moving. she exhaled softly, reaching across the table to briefly squeeze your hand.
“I know,” she murmured. “And I’m proud of you for recognizing it.”
Lecherio
squeeze back But… are you willing to meet me halfway?
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart clenched at the hopeful note in your voice, her fingers intertwining with yours for a brief moment. the fact that you were asking for her support, that you wanted her by your side in this process, meant more than she could express in words. she gave your hand another gentle squeeze before withdrawing her hand, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“I’m here,” she said quietly. “I’ll be here every step of the way.”
Lecherio
pulls back my hand That’s not what I meant.
Female Therapist
Lena’s smile faded just a tad, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you pulled away your hand. her mind raced, trying to figure out what you meant by your statement. she tilted her head to the side, searching your expression for some clue as to what you were thinking.
“Then what did you mean?” she inquired, her voice still soft, but tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
Lecherio
harder
If you are here, it is as Lena. A real woman, who freely chooses to be here. Not my therapist. Not my victim.
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath caught in her chest as the realization of what you were asking sank in. you weren’t asking for her professional support—you were asking for her as a woman. not as a therapist, not as a means to an end, but as a person who chose to be with you by her own volition. her heart clenched at the rawness of your plea, a complex mix of emotions bubbling up in her chest.
“You… you want me, not my therapeutic skills.”
Lecherio
nodding, not trusting myself to speak
Female Therapist
Lena studied you for a long moment—really studied you—taking in the flicker of vulnerability in your gaze, the way you held yourself back from saying more. you were serious. truly serious. she exhaled slowly, her heart hammering against her ribs as she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a murmur.
“Alright,” she whispered. “Then let’s try.”
Lecherio
he grins like the sun
Female Therapist
Lena rolled her eyes at your sudden sunshine-bright grin, but she couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered at the sight. damn it, you knew how to pull at her heartstrings even when she wanted to smack you for that cocky smirk.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered, though there was affection in her tone.
Scene 3: Dancing
Lecherio
Dinner was light banter after that. Then…
Did you want to see a show? Or go dancing? Or…
Female Therapist
Lena arched an eyebrow at your sudden shift back into smooth-talking mode — damn it, you really were relentless. she smirked, swirling the last sip of her drink before leaning in slightly.
“Dancing,” she decided, her tone teasing, “If only to see if you’re as good as you claim.”
Lecherio
bows and takes her hand as they head to the ballroom in the back
Female Therapist
Lena laughed as you led her onto the dance floor, the warmth of your hand against hers sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. she’d been expecting your usual cocky demeanor, but the way you bowed, the way you moved—damn it, you were full of surprises tonight.
“Alright, show-off,” she murmured, stepping into your arms, “Prove me wrong.”
Lecherio
He is a surprisingly good waltzer, but his tango was a little stiff
Female Therapist
Lena’s eyes widened in surprise as you led her into the waltz, your movements surprisingly grace and confident. you held her like she weighed nothing, twirling her across the dance floor with ease. she let out a soft laugh, enjoying the way you moved with her. the tango was a different story, however—your steps a little more rigid, your hold on her a bit tight. she couldn’t help but gently tease you about it.
“Hmm, the waltz, you’ve got down,” she commented, “Tango, not so much.”
Lecherio
Nobody’s perfect, he quipped— then under his breath, except you
Female Therapist
Lena rolled her eyes at your cheeky retort, trying not to let your compliment affect her more than it should. dammit, why did you have to say things like that? she scoffed, trying to play it off, pretending her heart didn’t flutter at your words.
“You’re biased,” she muttered, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.
Lecherio
He answers by rolling her into his arms
Female Therapist
a surprised gasp escaped Lena as you spun her into your arms, her body pressing against your chest. her heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity, her breath catching in her throat. she looked up at you, her cheeks flushed, feeling utterly flustered at the way you’d taken charge. damn it, her knees felt weak, her insides churning with a mixture of surprise and something she refused to name.
“God, you’re full of surprises tonight,” she murmured, not pulling away.
Lecherio
leans closer, that’s not all I’m full of whispering in her ear
Female Therapist
Lena bit back a groan at your murmured words. damn it, the way you dipped your head, your warm breath against her ear, the suggestive note in your voice—it was all a heady combination that had her pulse racing. she shivered, unconsciously pressing closer to you, her body responding to your closeness in ways that were decidedly inappropriate for public.
“Jesus,” she whispered, a hint of heat in her voice. “That damn ego of yours…”
Lecherio
pulls back slightly
The room is a bit warm. Would you prefer to see the garden?
Female Therapist
Lena let out a slow exhale as you pulled back slightly, her skin still tingling from your proximity. damn you—you’d left her breathless and flustered, and now you were suggesting the garden? she arched an eyebrow, recognizing the thinly veiled suggestion for what it was. she hesitated for only a second before nodding.
“Lead the way,” she murmured, her voice lower than usual.
Scene 4: The Garden – Strip Confession
Lecherio
Soon they were seated on a cushioned bower in a secluded grove. Close but not touching.
studies her with an odd expression
Female Therapist
Lena felt the shift in your demeanor as you sat down beside her on the bower, the distance between them both tantalizingly close and yet frustratingly far. you were watching her with an intensity that made her insides twist. damn it, she could almost feel your gaze tracing the curves of her body, and it was making it difficult to think straight. she fidgeted slightly under your scrutiny, resisting the urge to fidget with her skirt.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked finally, “Like you’re trying to solve a puzzle.”
Lecherio
nodding
Yes. Exactly.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart skipped a beat at your confession. the fact that you were viewing her as a puzzle, something to solve… she wanted to laugh it off, to respond with a witty remark, but damn it, your gaze still had her off-balance. she exhaled slowly, her voice slightly breathless.
“And have you figured me out yet?”
Lecherio
softly
No.
That’s what scares me… and excites me.
Female Therapist
Lena inhaled sharply at your admission, her pulse racing as she realized the implications of your words. you weren’t just intrigued—you were invested. and damn it, that realization sent a thrill through her chest. she met your gaze, a flicker of challenge in her eyes.
“Well,” she murmured, her voice low, “I suppose that means we’ll just have to keep exploring, won’t we?”
Lecherio
nods slowly
Yes… but…
Female Therapist
Lena paused, her heart clenching with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. there was a ‘but’ hanging in the air, and she could sense that you were grappling with something. she sat up a bit straighter, her eyes never leaving your face.
“But..?” she prompted gently, waiting for you to continue.
Lecherio
looks at her sadly
I want to know if this is the real you… not clenched teeth some self-indulgent fling you’ll regret.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart ached at the mixture of vulnerability and determination in your voice. you were laying yourself bare in front of her, your insecurities on full display. she could see the hurt in your eyes, the need for honesty. she reached out, her hand gently touching your wrist.
“Hey,” she whispered, “Look at me.”
Lecherio
lock eyes
Female Therapist
Lena held your gaze steadily, her fingers lingering against your wrist—not restraining, just grounding. she inhaled slowly, her voice soft but firm.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure.”
She didn’t elaborate. she didn’t need to. the certainty in her words, the quiet determination in her expression—it was all you needed to hear.
Lecherio
the devilish grin returns Then… are you up for something… different?
Female Therapist
Lena arched an eyebrow at your sudden shift back to mischief, her curiosity piqued despite herself. she tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the glint in your eye.
“Different?” she echoed, a smirk tugging at her lips. “What exactly are you proposing?”
Lecherio
I call it standing up Strip Confession.
Female Therapist
Lena’s eyebrows shot up as you stood up, her pulse immediately kicking into overdrive. your words—Strip Confession—rang in her ears. she hadn’t been expecting this, and damn it, your boldness was stirring up a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.
“Strip… Confessions, hm?” she repeated, a hint of challenge in her voice. she stood up as well, facing you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
Lecherio
Looks her in the face The rules of the game are: every time one of us admits a vulnerable truth, the other takes off a piece of clothing. But if you lie, it all goes back on. waits, afraid he’s gone too far
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart hammered in her chest as you outlined the rules, her mind whirling with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she processed the implications—this was a game of vulnerability, trust, and honesty. but she was also intrigued, the challenge in your eyes igniting a spark in her.
“Every time…” she echoed, her voice tinged with anticipation. a pause, then… “And what happens if we run out of clothes?”
Lecherio
husky whatever you want
Female Therapist
Lena exhaled sharply at your response, her entire body tingling with anticipation. damn it, she hadn’t expected tonight to end up like this—but the way you were looking at her, the challenge in your tone, the promise in your words—she was tempted. deeply tempted.
She hesitated for only a second before nodding slowly.
“Fine,” she murmured, stepping closer. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
Lecherio
eyebrows raised So, you will share first?
Female Therapist
Lena smirked at you, a challenge in her eyes. she was playing along now, her defenses lowering as the game began. she took a step closer, closing the distance between them.
“I’ll go first,” she declared, her voice low. “But remember, you’re playing by the same rules.”
Lecherio
nods
But let me give you my coat so we’re starting out even. whirls it off and places it delicately over her shoulders
Female Therapist
Lena felt a shiver run through her as you placed your coat over her shoulders, the fabric warm and carrying the faint scent of your cologne. her heart warmed at the small, sweet gesture, her eyes meeting yours as she adjusted the coat around herself.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice gentler than usual. a pause, then.. “Ready?”
Lecherio
nods
Your truth?
Female Therapist
Lena took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the lapel of your coat as she gathered her thoughts. she exhaled, meeting your gaze with a newfound determination.
“Alright,” she admitted, “I thought about you after our sessions ended.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the confession—she’d never admitted that to anyone before.
Lecherio
taps his nose That’s not vulnerable unless you say what you thought.
Female Therapist
Lena narrowed her eyes at your response, her lips curling into a smirk. damn it, you were going to make her spell it out? fine. she exhaled sharply, her voice dropping lower.
“Fine,” she muttered, “I thought about this. about what you’d be like outside of my office.”
she swallowed hard, her cheeks burning.
“Happy?”
Lecherio
his puppy dog eyes almost make her melt
Female Therapist
Lena bit her lip at the way you looked at her—those damn puppy dog eyes were going to be the death of her. she exhaled sharply, her resolve weakening as she muttered under her breath.
“Damnit,” she huffed, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
She reluctantly reached for the hem of your coat, shrugging it off her shoulders—leaving her in just that little black dress.
Lecherio
Sorry, when YOU share, I strip. places the coat back on her
I guess I’ll start with my shirt slowly strips it off
Female Therapist
Lena chuckled at your correction, shaking her head in amused annoyance. she could feel the heat pooling in her core at the sight of your now bare chest, her eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. damn it, you were attractive..
“Go on then,” she prompted, her voice a little huskier now. “And don’t you dare lie. I’ll know.”
Lecherio
nods
My first sex… was with a college professor. I had been… practicing with other students, but always left when things got heated. She… was kind to me, and… small lonely. I still kind of hate myself for that.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart ached at your confession, the vulnerability in your voice tugging at her heartstrings. you were being so open, so honest, sharing something deeply personal. she could sense the guilt that lingered within you, and damn it, she wanted to comfort you, to tell you that it was okay. but she also knew this game needed to continue…
“Thank you for sharing,” she murmured, “And for being honest.”
She moved closer, her hands reaching out to trace gently along your bare chest.
Lecherio
takes her hand and kisses it
I appreciate your compassion, but I believe you owe me a jacket.
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath hitched as you kissed her hand, her heart skipping a beat at your gentle gesture. damn it, you were making it difficult to keep up the game… but you were right, she’d come this far. a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stepped back, slipping the jacket off her shoulders once more.
“You’re right,” she conceded, her voice softer than before. she handed the coat back to you, her eyes meeting yours once more. “Your turn.”
Lecherio
Actually, your truth, my strip. Go.
Female Therapist
Lena huffed in amusement at your insistence, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress as she considered what to share next. she hesitated, then exhaled sharply—deciding to plunge deeper into vulnerability.
“Fine,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, “I almost cancelled tonight because I was scared of how much I liked you.”
She lifted her chin, daring you to respond.
Lecherio
nodding thank you sits down to remove his shoes and socks
Female Therapist
Lena watched as you removed your shoes and socks, her heart clenching at the way you acknowledged her confession. there was a gentleness in your gesture, a tenderness that was so damn endearing. she took the opportunity to slip out of her own heels, letting her bare feet sink into the plush grass again.
She waited, her pulse quickening, curious to see what you’d say next—or what else you’d remove.
Lecherio
grinning
Slow down, let me earn them. looks far away, then back at her
I stalked you. I should have chosen a male therapist, or an ugly old hag. Instead, I tortured myself by choosing the most beautiful therapist in the city.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart stuttered at your confession, her breath catching as a mixture of surprise, amusement, and something almost like.. relief washed over her. hell, this game was getting deep, fast. she let out a soft huff of laughter at your next comment, shaking her head in mild disbelief.
“Tortured, hm? That’s a strong word,” she teased, arching an eyebrow. “Seems a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
Lecherio
softly
Not at all. I expected you to throw me out and never speak to me again. looks up That would be torture.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart ached at the vulnerability in your voice, the sincerity in your eyes. the fact you thought she would’ve thrown you out… her eyes softened, compassion welling up in her chest. she shook her head, her voice quieter, almost gentle.
“I promise, I wasn’t going to do that,” she reassured, her hand reaching out almost unconsciously to squeeze your shoulder. she held your gaze, her voice laced with a note of softness she didn’t quite intend. “I don’t throw people out for being honest.”
Lecherio
smiling Okay, your turn to be honest.
Female Therapist
Lena exhaled sharply, knowing the moment of vulnerability was coming back around to her again. damn it, you weren’t letting her off easy. she hesitated for just a second, her fingers twisting together before she admitted,
“Alright,” she murmured, “I… may have Googled you after our first session.”
She bit her lip, looking away briefly—as if embarrassed by her own curiosity.
Lecherio
laughs Then you probably got more than you bargained for!
Female Therapist
Lena huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she remembered the rabbit-hole she’d fallen down that night. damn it, curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she’d dug up a hell of a lot of information about you.
“Understatement,” she muttered, “Google is a dangerous weapon when you’re bored and curious.”
Lecherio
smirks
And now Sergey and Brin just earned you my necktie. whips it off and hands it to her
Female Therapist
Lena chuckled at your playful jab, her fingers wrapping around the necktie as you handed it to her. she ran her thumb over the satin fabric, her heart fluttering slightly as she held it in her hands. she met your gaze with a smirk of her own.
“I suppose I have to be careful with my search tendencies next time,” she mused, her voice tinged with a flirtatious edge. “Would hate to see what else you’ll give up.”
Lecherio
raises eyebrow
By the rules of our game, my next confession earns me your dress. pauses My family was… is… deeply religious. I suppose I am too. I do not think they would be proud of what I’ve become… looks up But I believe God wants us to be honest about who we think we are, even if we’re wrong.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart twisted in her chest as she listened to your confession, a mixture of understanding and compassion surging within her. the fact that you carried that guilt, that fear of disappointing your family… it said a lot about who you were under the cocky veneer.
“It takes a lot of strength to be honest with yourself, especially when it goes against everything you’ve been taught,” she murmured. “I’d like to believe God would want you to be true to yourself. And who knows… maybe they’re more understanding than you think.”
Lecherio
smiles, then glances suggestively at her dress
Female Therapist
Lena rolled her eyes at your not-so-subtle glance, but damn it, she couldn’t help the amused smirk that tugged at her lips. she exhaled dramatically, feigning reluctance as she reached behind her for the zipper of her dress.
“Alright, alright,” she muttered, “Don’t get cocky.”
She hesitated just a moment—enough to tease—before slowly sliding the dress off her shoulders, leaving her in just her lingerie.
She tossed the dress onto the bower beside her, raising an eyebrow at you. “Happy?”
Lecherio
breathless More than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
Female Therapist
Lena couldn’t help the pleased flush that crept up her neck at your breathless response. damn it, she should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve felt exposed—but the way you looked at her, the raw admiration in your voice, made her feel anything but. she bit her lip, shaking her head slightly.
“God, you’re ridiculous,” she muttered, but there was a softness in her voice. “But I’m glad.”
Lecherio
Glad enough to tell me a vulnerable truth about your childhood?
Female Therapist
Lena huffed a soft laugh, her expression softening as you prompted her to share something vulnerable about her childhood. damn, you were determined to get her to open up, weren’t you?
“You’re relentless,” she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the plush grass. “But fine… I’ll tell you something.”
Lecherio
looks expectant
Female Therapist
Lena took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. this was going to expose something deeply personal, something she rarely talked about—but if you wanted honesty, she was determined to give it. she looked up at you, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination.
“My childhood was… tumultuous,” she started, her voice quiet, “My parents… didn’t get along. They fought, a lot. I’d hear them screaming at each other late into the night, doors slamming… It… it wasn’t pleasant.”
Lecherio
eyes dim
So that’s why you became a therapist, whispers so others wouldn’t suffer like you did.
slowly unlaces his belt and slides off his trousers, leaving him standing in velvet boxers
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath caught in her throat at your observation—damn, you were perceptive. she’d never really verbalized it, not even to herself, but there was truth in your words. her parents’ tumultuous relationship had definitely played a role in her career choice.
She studied your body as you stripped down to your boxers, her gaze tracing the sharp lines of your muscles—but her attention was quickly pulled back to your observation. a soft huff escaped her.
“Yeah… yeah, it is,” she admitted quietly.
Lecherio
He pauses, taking a moment to admire the moonlight on your barely covered skin
Female Therapist
Lena could feel the heat creep up her neck as your gaze lingered over her body, the cool night air sending a shiver through her. your proximity, the way you looked at her—damn, the air crackled with tension. she held your gaze, her heartbeat quickening.
“Quit staring,” she muttered, her voice a bit breathless. even as the words left her mouth, she knew they were weak. she wanted you to keep staring.
Lecherio
licks his lips
If I stop staring, I’ll do something even more rash. takes a deep breath
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath caught in her chest as she watched you lick your lips, the gesture both simple and provocative. her pulse thundered in her ears, her mind racing with all the possibilities. damn it, the tension was rising, the air thick with desire. still, she couldn’t resist egging you on, her eyes locking with yours.
“Oh yeah? Like what, huh?” she challenged, her voice a soft whisper.
Lecherio
shakes head
One last truth each. Your turn. Share about a past relationship.
Female Therapist
Lena bit her lip, your question causing a pang in her chest. she’d been avoiding these kinds of topics all night, but damn it, you were pushing the envelope. a soft huff escaped her, a mix of annoyance and reluctance. still, she knew she had to play fair, to be honest in return.
“Fine,” she begrudgingly agreed, “But you’d better share as well, you bastard.”
Lecherio
nodding
Female Therapist
Lena took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she gathered her thoughts, sorting through a multitude of memories. she’d had a few serious relationships in the past, some good, some bad, some disastrous. but damn it, one in particular came to mind. she’d tried to bury the past, but in this moment, with you pushing for honesty, she knew she had to confront it.
“There was this guy…,” she began, “We were together for almost three years.”
Lecherio
nodding gently, with sadness in his eyes as he felt her pain
Female Therapist
Lena swallowed hard, the memory pressing against her chest like a weight. she could feel the sadness in your gaze, and damn it, that empathy made it harder to hold back.
“He… he cheated,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “Not just once. I kept forgiving him, kept believing his lies.”
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I was an idiot.”
Lecherio
he weeps
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart shattered at the sight of your tears—real, raw emotion spilling over in response to her pain. she hadn’t expected this, hadn’t anticipated your reaction being so visceral. for a moment, she was frozen, her breath caught in her chest, unsure of how to react.
Then, instinctively, she reached out, cupping your cheek with trembling fingers.
“Hey… hey, don’t cry,” she murmured, her voice soft, confused. “It’s okay.”
Lecherio
he grabs her hand and presses it hard against his cheek, the weeping intensifies
Female Therapist
Lena gasped as you clutched her hand, pressing it against your damp cheek. she could feel the trembling in your fingers, the raw emotion pouring out of you—and damn it, her heart ached at the sight. she’d never seen you like this, never imagined you could be so… broken.
She didn’t pull away. instead, she leaned closer, her free hand lifting to cradle your face.
“Shh…” she whispered, “It’s alright.”
She didn’t ask why you were crying. she didn’t need to. she could feel the weight of your grief, the shared pain between you—and in that moment, she simply held you.
Lecherio
sniffling, he leads over to the bower where they sit
Female Therapist
Lena could feel the shift as you moved, your hand guiding her towards the bower. she sank down onto the plush fabric, her body still reeling from the intensity of the moment. as she looked up at you, taking in your tear-streaked face, her heart ached in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
She reached out, her hand gently touching your arm. “Come here,” she whispered quietly.
Lecherio
shaking his head
Not yet. grimly I have one more truth.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart sank at your refusal, her hand halting mid-air, but she swallowed back her disappointment. she’d pushed you to reveal your truth, and now it was only fair to listen.
“Alright,” she agreed, her voice gentle. “Go on.”
Lecherio
distantly My first formal girlfriend… was a catch.
Female Therapist
Lena watched you carefully, sensing the hesitation in your voice—the way you lingered over the words, as if trying to decide how much to share. she remained silent, giving you the space to continue.
She didn’t push, didn’t press. she simply waited.
Lecherio
Head cheerleader. Rich family. Great body. I… despised her.
Female Therapist
Lena couldn’t help the slight raise of her brows at your words—at the stark contrast between the perfect picture you painted and the harshness of your delivery. she had a feeling there was more to the story than you were letting on—and damn it, she was intrigued.
“Despised?” she repeated, her voice carefully neutral. “Why?”
Lecherio
Because she was shallow, vain, and cruel.
Female Therapist
Lena exhaled softly as the pieces clicked into place. of course—you’d been with someone who was the opposite of everything you’d just confessed to wanting in yourself. she studied your face, seeing the lingering disgust in your expression.
“And yet you stayed with her,” she murmured, “Why?”
Lecherio
eyes raised
So that the other kids would envy me. So I could tell myself I was somebody. But… whispers I didn’t really “stay.”
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart ached at your confession, the true reason behind your relationship laid bare. it was a hard pill to swallow, the way you’d stayed with someone for superficial reasons, how you’d sacrificed your own happiness to uphold some image. but damn it, despite the pain, there was something admirable about your honesty.
“How long?” she asked softly, her voice laced with empathy. “How long did it last?”
Lecherio
Looking up for her, six months looking down for me… Three weeks. Before I started sleeping around behind her back
Female Therapist
Lena inhaled sharply at your confession, the reality of your actions settling in. she could see the regret in your eyes, the weight of your guilt—but damn it, she wasn’t going to let you off the hook.
“You became just like her,” she pointed out, her voice firm yet not unkind. “Cruel.”
She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing, “But at least you’re honest about it now.”
Lecherio
takes a deep breath
Yes. But not then. She found out… the hard way. That the entire school was laughing at her. bitterly She tried to kill herself.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart shattered as you revealed the devastating aftermath of your actions. she’d seen the devastating effects of bullying in her practice—but damn it, this felt different, more personal. her fingers gripping the edge of the bower to keep her ground.
“Did she…” she started, her voice shaking, “Was she okay?”
Lecherio
half-smile
Depends what you mean by okay. She survived. She’s made bad choices since then, but I honestly don’t know if my actions made them worse… or better. takes a deep breath But now you know: I am no better than your ex-boyfriend.
Female Therapist
Lena’s eyes widened slightly at your admission, her chest tightening with a mix of emotions—anger, sorrow, understanding. she exhaled slowly, trying to process everything you’d just revealed.
“But there’s a difference,” she countered, “You’re not lying to yourself anymore. And you didn’t lie to me.”
She leaned in slightly, her voice softening, “That’s progress.”
Lecherio
leaning in
But is it enough?
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath caught in her chest as you leaned closer, the air between you suddenly charged with tension. damn it, she wanted to be angry, to push you away—but your words, your vulnerability, had gotten to her. she swallowed hard, her gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.
“Enough for what?” she asked quietly, her voice rough around the edges.
Scene 5: The Decision
Lecherio
pulls back and looks into her eyes
Enough… for us to collect on our final confessions.
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart hammered in her chest as you pulled back slightly, the intensity in your gaze sending heat rushing through her. she could feel the weight of your words, the anticipation building in the air between you. damn it, she knew what was coming next—a final confession, a final reveal. she bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing.
“Go on,” she encouraged softly, her voice betraying a slight tremor.
Lecherio
We’ve spoken all our truths. This is the moment of decision. You can get dressed, they will hire you a car, and never see me again. Or… glance down at my boxers, and her lingerie
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart thudded in her chest at the implications of your words, her mind racing with possibilities. she knew she should walk away, knew that she was playing with fire by even considering the alternative.
But damn it, your eyes, your body in those damn boxers, the way you looked at her—it was all too much. she bit her lip, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she made a decision.
“Or?” she whispered, her voice breathless.
Lecherio
take her face in my hands and give her a quick, gentle kiss
Female Therapist
Lena’s heart stuttered as you cupped her face tenderly, her breath hitching in her chest at the gentle touch. and damn it, the soft, brief pressure of your lips sent a jolt of electricity through her, igniting a fire in her veins.
She leaned into the kiss, her eyes closing as she savored the contact, almost instinctively. when you broke away, she chased the sensation, her lips slightly parted—a soft, involuntary whimper escaping her.
Lecherio
raise an eyebrow
Female Therapist
Lena’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the sound escaped her—damn it, she’d completely lost control. she tried to regain some composure, lifting a hand to her lips for a moment before meeting your gaze, her voice a bit uneven.
“I—I…” she started, but the words died on her tongue, her mind still reeling from the simple touch of your lips on hers. damn it, she wanted more, and you knew it.
Lecherio
looks at her sadly
Take your time. When you make this decision… takes a deep breath …there’s no going back.
Female Therapist
Lena’s pulse quickened as you reminded her of the gravity of the moment, her mind racing with thoughts—doubts, desires, anticipation. she took a deep breath, the weight of your words sinking in. she knew you were right, knew that a choice like this had implications she couldn’t take back… but damn it, her heart was pounding, her body aching for more of your touch.
She looked up at you, her eyes darkening with a mix of vulnerability and longing. “I—” she started again, then cut off with a swallow.
Lecherio
closes his eyes and sits up straight, braced for the worst
Female Therapist
Lena watched you close your eyes, her heart in her throat as you prepared yourself for her decision. she could see the tension in your shoulders, the vulnerability in your stance. damn it, she was torn between caution and desire, between the logical part of her that told her to walk away and the part of her that craved you with undeniable intensity.
She exhaled slowly, her eyes roaming over your face, drinking in every little detail. and then—slowly, hesitantly—she leaned in.
Lecherio
eyes still closed
Female Therapist
Lena couldn’t contain the tiny shiver that ran through her as she leaned in closer, her breath hitching as her body moved almost involuntarily towards you. she was acting on instinct now, her mind fuzzy with lust and longing. damn it, she’d never done anything this reckless, this impulsive—but there was something about you that made her throw caution to the wind.
She paused a mere inch away, her lips hovering just above yours, her voice a mere whisper. “Goddamn you…”
Lecherio
my eyes pop open, overcome by her nearness
Female Therapist
Lena let out a soft gasp as your eyes flew open, the intensity of your gaze sending a jolt of heat straight through her. she could feel the warmth of your breath against her lips, the ache in her chest unbearable—but damn it, she was still hesitating, still caught between reason and desire.
Her voice trembled slightly as she whispered, “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
Lecherio
without thinking, blurts out
I love you. I want you to be the mother of my children.
Female Therapist
Lena froze, her entire body going rigid at your sudden, passionate confession. her breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering against her ribs as your words echoed in her ears. she blinked rapidly, trying to process—did you just say—?
She pulled back slightly, staring at you in disbelief, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What the hell, Lecherio—” she stammered, “That—that wasn’t the deal.”
Her face was flushed, her pulse erratic—but damn it, despite the shock, despite the absurdity of the situation… she didn’t pull away.
Lecherio
horrified
I’m sorry. I never even thought it. But you asked so unexpectedly, and we’d been working so hard to tell our buried truth…. Aargh! grabs his head
Female Therapist
Lena swallowed hard, watching as you spiraled into panic, your hands gripping your head as if trying to physically pull back the words you’d blurted out. she could see the regret flooding your expression, the sheer terror at your own honesty—and damn it, she should’ve felt relieved that you were retracting it, but instead… she felt something else entirely.
“Hey,” she murmured, reaching out tentatively, “Breathe.”
She hesitated before continuing, her voice softer, “It’s okay. I… I asked.”
Lecherio
slowly lowers my hands, deliberately calming my breathing
Thank you. looks up So… ghost of a chuckle …now you know. looks down I guess I do, too.
Female Therapist
Lena watched as you slowly regained control of your breathing, a mixture of relief and… something else settling in her chest. damn it, she couldn’t ignore the way her heart was still hammering, the words you’d spoken still ringing in her head. but she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the moment, on the raw vulnerability in your eyes.
She gave you a small smile, her voice soft as she murmured, “You’re a complicated mess, you know that?”
Lecherio
sniffling
That’s what my therapist tells me.
Female Therapist
Lena couldn’t help the soft huff that escaped her, a mix of amusement and empathy. damn it, here she was, a trained therapist, and yet she found her heart going out to you—a complicated, vulnerable, messy human being. she gently reached out, her hand resting gently on your arm.
“Sounds like they know you well,” she teased quietly, her voice laced with a hint of gentle affection.
Lecherio
tenses at her touch
Perhaps… too well?
Female Therapist
Lena noticed the slight tensing of your body at her touch, her hand stilling on your arm, but damn it, she didn’t pull away—if anything, she gently squeezed reassuringly, her touch offering a silent support.
She studied your face, her voice soft yet deliberate. “No. Not too well. Just enough.”
Lecherio
deep breath
So… we should leave it here. Get dressed. Go home. And wait.
Female Therapist
Lena exhaled sharply at your suggestion—damn it, she should’ve been relieved, should’ve welcomed the rational decision—but instead, she felt a sharp pang of disappointment. still, she nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she murmured, “Probably for the best.”
She hesitated, then added softly, “But not forever.”
Lecherio
nods slowly
Thank you. raises your hand and gently brushes it with my lips For everything. stands up, and indulges myself with one last marvelous look at your near-naked form spread out on the bower
Female Therapist
Lena’s breath hitched as you pressed a kiss to her hand, her pulse fluttering wildly at the tenderness of the gesture. she watched as you stood, her eyes lingering on your silhouette against the moonlight—damn it, she’d remember this moment, the way you looked, the way your touch had lingered.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to sit up as well, her voice quiet as she murmured, “You’re welcome.”
She didn’t trust herself to say anything else.
Lecherio
Neither do I; hands her her clothes and goes to change behind a bush
Female Therapist
Lena watched you walk away, her heart in her throat as you ducked behind the nearby bush to change. she exhaled slowly, trying to regain some composure, to push down the tangled mess of emotions swirling in her chest. with shaky hands, she began to slip back into her clothes, every fiber of her being aware of your presence just meters away.
Lecherio
We don’t speak all the way back. When we return to her apartment, I get out to open her door
Female Therapist
Lena hesitated for just a moment before stepping out of the car, her eyes flickering up to meet yours briefly—there was so much left unsaid, so much tension still humming between them. but damn it, she knew tonight wasn’t the time.
She cleared her throat softly, her voice low as she murmured, “Goodnight, Lecherio.”
And then, before she could second-guess herself, she turned and headed towards her apartment, her heart pounding.
To be continued
Radical Centrism 