Page 34 of Penalty to the Heart

I’ll play along.

If they want me to see a shrink to ease their conscience, then fine, I’ll see a fucking shrink. I’ll see as many shrinks as they want me to. And trust me, there will be plenty since I fully intend to be such a fucking nightmare that no one in their right mind would want to keep me as their patient.

Hey, I said I’d play along.

I never said anything about playing nice.

And as luck would have it, I found the perfect opportunity to piss off this Dr. Seymour sitting pretty behind the reception counter.

“Maybe after my session, you and I could go out for coffee?” I cajole as the beach blonde receptionist bats her eyelashes at me after I’ve given her one of my best, sultry smiles.

“Coffee?” she sings, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger while squeezing her tits together at the same time to draw my attention to them.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I say coffee? My bad, babe. What I meant to say was, how about we find a broom closet somewhere in this building and see what this pretty mouth can do,” I reply, making her squirm in her seat.

I bet Dr. Seymour will flip her lid when she finds out I screwed her receptionist’s brains out during working hours.

Mind you, it’s going to take a herculean effort to fuck this woman since my sex drive has taken a deep nosedive since the accident. So much so that I’m not even surprised when the blonde provocatively licks her lips like she can’t wait to have my dick in her mouth, and it does absolutely nothing to lift my cock’s spirits.

Limp as a wet noodle over here.

Hopefully, fucking with my new shrink will ultimately get my juices flowing.

At least, that’s what I’m banking on.

“So what do you say?” I ask her while using the pad of my thumb to wipe the pink bubblegum lipstick off her lower lip and up the corner of her mouth.

“I think I can sneak off for a bit,” she says breathlessly

“Good.” I smile mischievously while discreetly wiping that horrible lipstick off my finger.

“But we’ll have to be discreet. Dr. Seymour doesn’t like it when I…. I mean, she doesn’t approve of fraternizing with her patients. Especially patients referred by the Boston Guardians,” she whispers.

In other words, she’s fucked her boss’ clients before.

The minute I saw her, I knew that she would jump at the chance to ride my dick.

I’ve met plenty of women like her—the kind that would fuck someone famous just so they could brag about it to their friends.

Not that I care.

Guys brag about fucking pretty bunnies left and right in the locker room. Why shouldn’t she have the right to do the same? As long as it’s consensual, it’s all good in my book.

Live and let live, I always say.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” I wink.

Oh, I’ll definitely tell.

I’ll make sure that her boss knows good and well what we’re about to get up to.

Otherwise, what would be the point?

“Huh, hem,” I hear someone clear their throat behind me, the sound making the receptionist’s cheeks suddenly turn the same bright shade of pink as her lipstick.

“Dr. Seymour, I presume,” I smirk before turning around to meet the doctor who has been assigned to fix me.

Good luck with that.

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