Lisa POV

Three days have passed since I last saw or spoke to Jennie. She hasn't texted me like she normally would and I haven't made any efforts to text her. The way we left things was too awkward. I still didn't know what I would say to her and my appointment was quickly approaching. Just an hour away and she hasn't even called to confirm.

I don't even know what to expect for this session. It's never been this awkward before. Even our first session wasn't this weird. My pulse quickens as I begin to think about what I might say to Jennie or if I'll say anything at all. I don't know what to wear, I don't know if I should bring the surprise I bought a couple of days ago at the Playhouse. I feel like putting it to use tonight would be extremely uncomfortable. The circumstances just aren't right.

I pack it in my purse anyway, just in case things turn in my favor. I decide on a simple black dress that goes halfway down my thigh and a stockings up to my knees with heels.

I look in the mirror, trying to convince myself that this outfit choice is casual enough. I let my hair fall in loose, spritz a bit of perfume on my wrists, grab my purse and make my way out the door.

I arrive in just under ten minutes with about that much time to spare before our session. I sit patiently in the waiting room for Jennie's office door to spring open and the receptionist to tell me that it's my turn. I figure since we're the only two in the room, I may as well make conversation with her. I asked her how long she has worked for her and she says just under a year. She tells me that she's seen a lot of people come through here, none lasting more than a month, though. She then tells me that the majority of people who do come through are couples... Apparently, I'm one of only three single clients she's seen in weeks. I want to ask her about the other two but I don't as Jennie's door opens and woman comes out looking perfectly comfortable.

The receptionist, tells me I'm free to go in now. I stand nervously and open the office door. She gives me an encouraging smile before I step inside. I immediately see Jennie sitting in her desk chair with her back to me. She sits behind her L-shaped desk and types away at the keyboard with tremendous speed, the sound almost deafening. I clear my throat to make my presence known and she swings around in her chair, her eyebrows betraying her surprise.

"Lisa..." She starts, standing from her desk.

"You said Saturday at Seven, right?" I ask, checking my watch. Either way, the receptionist outside confirmed that we had scheduled an appointment. I'm not sure why she's in such shock to see me.

"Yeah," She nods. "I just... Didn't expect you to show up, to be honest."

"Well... I'm here," I say, throwing my hands up at my sides.

The expression is fleeting, but I think I see her grimace at my words... As if she doesn't want me to be here? She gestures for me to take a seat and I do, waiting as she sits across from me in the black leather arm chair.

The room is utterly uncomfortable, an awful silence filling it. She crosses her legs and rests her hands on her knees, studying me.

"What would you like to accomplish today?" She asks. Her tone makes me feel sick. She's speaking to me as if I'm... Well, a client. I hate it.

I shrug unknowingly, having hoped that by this point we would've made up and reconciled out confusion. I notice her jaw clench as she decides how to proceed.

"Did you bring anything you'd like to try out?" She asks, gesturing to my bag, her expression completely innocent. This is wrong. I shake my head, disregarding the item I'd packed away for this evening.

I see her sigh out at my action, seemingly irritated.

"Do you have any idea why you came here today?" I remember her asking me exactly this during my first session, only then her tone was less harsh. She's really making it seem like my presence here is burdening her.

I can't give her the satisfaction of just leaving. I feel the anger welling up inside of me as she stares down on me expectantly, waiting for me to crack.

"Why don't we just go straight to the back room?" I pose, standing from my place on the couch and heading to the door in the back without waiting on her response. I see a dumbfounded expression on her face as she rises from her place to follow me. I open the door and immediately make my way to the far side of the bed, taking a seat and kicking my heels off.

"Do you have any toys here? I want to try something new," I ask her, looking expectantly around the room.

Her brows furrow in confusion, but she gestures to the armoire in the back of the room. I head over to it eagerly, swinging open the doors and studying each of the choices inside. Most of this I saw at CL's and she explained a lot of it to me. It all looks so appealing in this moment, but I decide on a simple pink vibrator displayed on the middle shelf. I take it out and tote it to the bed with me. I try to keep my demeanor confident, but in actuality I don't have any idea what I'm doing. I've never used a toy before.

The only motivation I need to keep this charade up is the dubious expression on Jennie's face. I see it and immediately slip my panties off, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed. I stare meaningfully at her until she breaks and has no choice but to speak.

"Are you going to..." She trails off, motioning to the object in my hand.

I wave it around clumsily. "I don't know how," I tell her, holding it out for her to take. "Show me."

She sighs and pulls a chair up next to the bed. "Lay back," She tells me uncomfortably, as if it's asking too much. I do so and she continues. "P- Pull your... Your dress..." She fumbles.

I unzip the back of it instead, stripping it off completely and springing to remove my bra, as well. The look on her face at this point is priceless. She's doing everything in her power not to stare.

"I'm ready," I tell her, resting my hands on my stomach in amusement

Her jaw is clenched again as she dreads her next words. I see her glance down at my center and then quickly look away. A smile creeps on to my face at how troubled she seems.

"You might want to..." She makes a strange gesture with two of her fingers and even though I'm completely aware of what she's trying to tell me, I furrow my brows in confusion, prompting her to further explain.

"It won't go in if you're not... Turned on," She settles, looking at anything but me.

I nod appreciatively, taking one of my hands and very slowly dragging it down my stomach until I'm met with my center. I use two of my fingers arouse my clit and find a steady rhythm. It feels good and it turns me on further to know that she's trying not to watch me, but I want all of her attention. I want to win this stupid game she's playing. I quicken my pace and my breath becomes heavier, the softest of moans escaping my lips. My free hand comes up to play with my breasts, giving each attention and not shying from my nipples, as she had once told me. A few short minutes in and my hips are rocking into my hand while my back arches in pleasure.

"Okay... Y- You can..." She stutters, holding the vibrator out to me.

I continue stimulating my hardening bud and bite my lip harshly, trying to contain a moan because I know that stifled sound turns Jennie on. I shake my head furiously, pulling her extended hand down to my center forcefully.

"You do it," I breathe out strenuously. "I- I don't know hhoooww... Shit," I whimper through heavy breath.

She looks doubtful at first, but relents, trying to maneuver herself into a less awkward position. Her space in the chair next to me didn't allow much proximity, not as much as she needed, anyway. She settled innocently resting on her knees between my legs. She was still so far away. I didn't like it.

I hear a faint buzzing fill the air as she turns the vibrator on and slowly guides it down to my now dripping wet center. I've never had anything thicker than her two fingers inside of me and I immediately feel the nerves set in. She's also aware of this fact. So, lets the head of the toy graze over my folds teasingly and I let out a harsh sharp breath at the sensation it brings.

She continues to do this for a while until I am completely on edge, still laboriously rubbing at my clit. My forearm becomes tired, so I slow my pace. At the same time, I feel Jennie inch the toy inside of my and my back immediately arches at the feeling. Caught up in the moment, panting heavily, my face contorting in absolute bliss, I take my hand away from my clit and latch onto her wrist, aiding her to push the toy in further. I can see she's biting her lip now, doing everything in her not to break character.

This client-therapist bullshit charade she's trying to sell me.

I pull harder on her wrist. "Jennie..." I plead, my breaths labored.

"Stop, Lisa..." She forces out, her voice wildly unsteady. She's so close to breaking, I can feel it. I see her biting her bottom lip, just aching to take things further. I pull even harder on her wrist and use my free hand to grip her shirt and consequently, she falls into me.

"Fuck," She moans out at feeling herself finally connect with my naked body.

She steadies her weight on her free hand that's pressed firmly into the mattress just beside my shoulder. I release my grip from her wrist and shirt, quickly moving my hands to her back where I pull her further into me. The motion causes her body to press into the toy at my center, forcing it in deeper and I practically scream at the sensation, clutching her back for dear life. She's so deliciously close now that I can moan into her ear. I let her name slip from my lips, whispering strenuously until I see goosebumps rise on her arms.

"Harder, Jennie... Please..." I plead.

"Lisa," She warns me, trying to pull herself away, but I only tighten my grip on her back as she lets out another, "Fuck..."

I'm writhing beneath as I feel the slightest movement from her hips. She's beginning to rock into the toy at a quicker pace and I wrap my legs around her waist, prompting her to keep going. I slip my hands under her shirt so that I can feel her skin, digging my nails into back her bitterly. I continue moaning, uninhibited, into her ear and my tongue pokes out, grazing the skin under her lobe effectively.

"Shit," She curses, pushing harder and faster into my center.

I rock my hips into her and feel myself getting close. My breath is picking up and my moans are becoming much higher and closer together. I am literally this close to reaching my climax as my back arches and my nails dig unforgivingly into her back... When she pulls to the toy out and leans herself back, staring down at me with labored breaths. I whimper at the loss of contact and I want to scream. What the fuck is she doing?

"Jen!..." I call to her, my tone angry but pleading. "What the hell?"

"Shut up," She snaps.

She leaves the bed hurriedly and I'm about to protest, but the anger inside of me at this point is too extreme. I strenuously swing my legs off of the bed and am about to attack her, I think. If this is all apart of some sick, torturous game I swear to fucking- Wait, what is she doing?

She's taking her shirt off!

My eyes widen in confusion as I realize what's happening. Not a second later, her shirt hits the ground and her jeans and panties quickly follow. I'm not sure if this is actually happening, so I keep still, waiting to see exactly what she's planning to do. I watch as she unclasps her bra and tosses it behind her, quickly moving to the nightstand beside me. She unzips my purse and I wonder what she's looking for.

"What are you..." I quiet myself, completely forgetting what I had packed in my purse.

A smile creeps onto her face as she pulls out the 'strapless strap-on' that CL recommended I buy. My body is literally shaking as anticipation overcomes me.

I watch her insert her end inside of her and pull my bottom lip between my teeth as her head falls back at the sensation. She hastily grabs me by the hand and pulls me into her, crashing our lips together. I don't hesitate to open my mouth, allowing her access to explore the inside as my hands grip the back of her head with unmatched force. She pulls my hips into her roughly and I feel the dildo protruding from her center press into me, harshly massaging my clit. I let out a low moan at the feeling as Jennie quickly guides me back to the bed, pushing me against it and settling between my thighs.

She doesn't hesitate to navigate the toy inside of my, pushing it in easily through my slick folds. My back arches immediately as she thrusts into me, gripping one of my thighs with her hand as the other steadies her weight. I can feel every inch of her smooth skin on top of me and it is pure bliss. I let my hands occupy themselves, kneading and clawing into her back. Suddenly, I felt her lips on my neck, sucking just below my jawline and I moaned intimately into her ear. This feeling was indescribable. I was completely filled and the sensation of Jennie rocking and thrusting herself into me was more than I could bare. That is, until she released my thigh from her grip. The newly free hand steadied itself between my legs as she continued to thrust harder into me. I felt her fingers start to play with my clit and I lost it, my back arching so high that I lifted her weight along with me. The stimulation of my clit, my core being completely filled, the sound of Jennie's low moans on my neck... I was done.

"Ughhh... Fuck!" I cursed out loudly as my back collapsed on the bed, Jennie falling heavily on top of me. I know that she came at the same time as me, but I didn't see her. My mind was in too much of a fog and I couldn't concentrate on anything except the satisfying feeling of sweet release. She immediately slowed her pace, moving in and out at such a preciously slow rate that I thought I'd die.

Before long, she pulled the toy out of us and rested her body beside me, both of our chests heaving wildly. Neither of us spoke, too exhausted to even form words. I painfully remembered where we were and almost cried. I couldn't let myself fall asleep in her office... But I was so fucking spent that I couldn't fathom moving right now.

Jennie still hasn't spoken and I'm afraid we're right back where we started this evening, waiting for the other to speak. All I know is that it is not going to be me...

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A;N: Short, but an update every 2 years works well eh??? Lol! You guys, I see each and every one of you commenting. Wattpad does notify me. 😆

Well, I hope you guys still keep up with me.

Ps: I just graduated from college so, I figured I comeback around here. 😉