Chapter 10: Tres Chic

"You're really a good actress," Mrs. Potter was wiping Mr. O'Conner's sperm from Kathy's tear-stained face.

"Thanks, I guess," the girl sobbed. The session had gone so well that the patient had been allowed to repeat the exercise three times.

"He's really making progress. Who knows, you may find him waiting for you after school before you know it," Mrs. Potter teased as she helped Kathy remove the last shreds of the school uniform.

"That would be... great," Kathy stammered, "just, just great. I'll keep an eye out for him."

"Now, hop in the shower and we'll get you ready for the next patient."

"Yes, Mrs. Potter," Kathy walked unsteadily toward the shower room.

The sex therapist had a blue business suit laid out when she emerged. "This time, you're a sexratery. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Sure," Kathy said warily as she slipped on the black stockings.

Kathy was pleased by the conservative young business woman that looked back at her from the room's full-length mirror.

Mrs. Potter had pulled her hair up off her neck and added a pair of glasses to give her a more "serious" look.

The short navy toreador-styled jacket framed her budding breasts which were linked from nipple to nipple by a simple gold chain. The matching micro-skirt was just the right length; barely covering her when standing, it glided up easily to bare her bottom when she bent or sat down. A simple black garter belt held the dark stockings in place three inches below the skirt's hem. The five inch spiked heels of the shiny black mules gave her legs a very lady-like arch.

A long white scarf around her neck added the final touch of elegance to the impeccable outfit.

Tres chic! Kathy thought.

"Just remember, you're interviewing for a sexratary's job. You have to convince him that you're willing to do anything to please your boss," Mrs. Potter instructed. "Anything," she repeated for emphasis.

"Okay, Mrs. Potter," Kathy said hesitantly as she applied hot red lipstick. "I'm ready."

Mrs. Potter lead Kathy into another therapy room, this one was decorated to look like an upscale office. The patient was seated at the desk, but rose when the women entered.

Mrs. Potter did the introductions, "Mr. Barnes, this is Kathy, she's interested in the sexratary's job. Kathy, this is Mr. Barnes."

"I'm pleased to meet you," said Mr. Barnes smile that melted a young girl's heart. "My, you are a charming young lady, I may just have to ask your parents to sell you to me when I get out."

"Oh, gee, I don't know what to say," Kathy stammered and blushed like the school girl she was. She couldn't take her eyes off the gorgeous man and her swelling womanhood was making its interest known as well.

"Now, Mr. Barnes, we're here to help you learn proper employer-employee relations. Remember, I have my stun gun and Kathy has a little... uh... surprise if you lose control," Mrs. Potter cautioned.