Chapter 33

FRIDAY - Part 3

Jake got dressed and headed down to Dr. Caldwell’s office, arriving just before three. When he entered, he saw an unexpected sight. Instead of Naomi’s beautiful, welcoming smile behind the reception desk, a young man sat there in a somewhat rumpled dress shirt and sweater vest.

“May I help you?” the man asked, his manner well-mannered but slightly pompous.

The change caught Jake off guard. “Uh, yeah. I have an appointment with Dr. Caldwell at three,” he managed to say, a trace of uncertainty as he tried to regain his composure.

“Name?” the young man asked, his tone haughty. His nose was slightly lifted, adding to his aloofness. His eyes barely met Jake’s, as if he considered himself superior to anyone who needed a psychiatrist.

“Jake, Jake Thompson,” Jake answered, his voice steady yet shaded with uncertainty. He scanned the room, making sure he hadn’t unintentionally entered the wrong office.

The man clicked the mouse and tapped a few keys, his eyes examining the glowing monitor. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, “but I don’t see your name on the schedule.” He leaned back slightly in his chair, a look of mild disdain on his face. “Are you sure you are in the right place?” he inquired.

Jake was on the brink of losing patience with the man’s condescending attitude and ready to retort when the inner office door opened, and Dr. Caldwell stepped in. “Good afternoon, Jake,” she said in a professional, affable tone. She turned to the man seated behind the desk. “Stuart, it is Stuart, right? Why don’t you head home for the day?” she instructed.

The man’s previous aura of superiority vanished in an instant, his confidence crumbling as he bent to retrieve a cheap leather satchel, unmistakably a counterfeit designer piece, its shabby seams and slightly faded logo betraying its inauthenticity. He slung it over his shoulder and went to the door with a subdued demeanor. Dr. Caldwell trailed behind him, and once he exited, she turned the lock, guaranteeing privacy in the now-quiet office.

“Temps,” she uttered, shaking her head in exasperation as she turned back to face Jake. “Let’s head on back,” she suggested, brushing past him and striding into the inner office.

As Jake trailed behind, curiosity got the better of him. “Did Naomi call in sick or something?” he asked, his brow drawn with concern.

Dr. Caldwell paused, glancing back over her shoulder as her eyes met his. “No, Jake. I had to let Naomi go,” she explained, her tone resolute with no sign of regret. “She broke the rules by fraternizing with a patient.”

A wave of guilt rushed over Jake, his stomach knotting as he realized his actions had cost Naomi her job. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he managed, his voice faltering. “She told me that she just couldn’t date patients.”

Dr. Caldwell waved a dismissive hand as she entered her office. “That’s not your concern, Jake. Naomi knew my rules and chose to break them.” She indicated the familiar leather chaise lounger. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Jake sank into the therapist’s couch, and Dr. Caldwell eased into her familiar spot, reaching for the adjacent table to retrieve her pad of paper and pen. The room was still, disturbed only by the faint rustle of pages as she prepared to take notes. Jake shifted uneasily, his thoughts pressing on his conscience as he still reeled from the news about Naomi. “Dr. Caldwell, I feel guilty about Naomi losing her job,” he admitted, his voice marked by remorse and distress.

“Jake,” Dr. Caldwell’s tone was resolute yet gentle, “I want you to listen to me very carefully. You are not responsible for Naomi’s choices or the consequences that followed. She knew my policies when she decided to visit you. That was her decision, not yours.”

Jake nodded, though the knot in his stomach remained. “I understand that logically, but I still feel terrible about it.”

“That’s because you’re a good person with a conscience,” Dr. Caldwell observed, making a short note on her pad. “But permit me to be clear, Naomi isn’t some helpless victim.” She paused, her tone softening. “And between us, this incident wasn’t the first time she’s crossed a line with a patient, which is why I had to establish the rule.”

Jake absorbed her words, feeling a faint release of some of the guilt that had been troubling him.

“Now, Jake, why don’t you close your eyes and take several deep breaths and relax,” Dr. Caldwell said in a soft, calm voice. As she spoke, she reached over to activate the metronome, its soft clicking filling the room with a smooth, hypnotic beat. The steady, calming sound created a tranquil atmosphere.

Jake took a few deep, relaxing breaths and listened to the monotonous ticking, his eyelids becoming heavy. Dr. Caldwell’s voice flowed gently, each word delivered with a soothing cadence that cocooned Jake and guided him effortlessly into another deep hypnotic trance.

Once she made sure Jake was completely under, Nina slipped out of her office and returned shortly, followed by a young woman.

Klara Smirnova was a stunning woman in her late twenties with brunette hair pulled back into a practical ponytail. Her hazel eyes surveyed Jake’s relaxed form as she followed Nina into the office. She wore a simple black turtleneck and dark jeans that accentuated her athletic physique.

“He’s completely under?” Klara asked, her voice conveying a trace of an Eastern European accent.

Nina nodded, her eyes sparkling with wickedness. “Yes, but before finishing his programming, would you be interested in having a little fun with him?” she suggested playfully.

“What do you mean by a little fun?” Klara asked, intrigued, her eyebrows slightly raised.

A sly smile appeared at the corners of Nina’s lips. “He has a really nice cock,” she stated. “Would you like to see it? Maybe even engage in a smidge of playful exploration?”

Klara was skeptical. “Playful exploration?” she questioned. She suspected what Dr. Caldwell was implying but wanted confirmation.

Nina let out a deep sigh. “Fucking,” she clarified bluntly, cutting through any ambiguity. “Would you like to have him fuck you? I’ve experienced it during my last two sessions with him, and it was glorious.” Her eyes radiated with the memory.

It had been a while since Klara had been intimate with a man, and she found herself yearning for a good shagging. She moved closer to the chaise where Jake lay and studied his features: his strong jawline, muscular build, and the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Desire stirred, a heat that had stayed dormant for far too long.

“I don’t normally mix business with pleasure,” Klara remarked, her accent growing slightly more pronounced as she kept watching Jake. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering on the noticeable bulge in his pants. “But I suppose there are exceptions to every rule.”