It was a beautiful day, and I was enjoying a leisurely swim in our pool. I glanced at the clock on the wall of the pool house. It was almost two p.m., so I decided to go upstairs to check on Darren, my husband of two months.
After drying my naked body, I made my way to the wet bar in the den. I mixed a Jack and Coke and a mild Screwdriver. When I got upstairs to our bedroom, I was somewhat surprised to find our bed empty, so I peeked into the bathroom. The shower was running, and I could hear giggles over the sound of the water.
I walked closer and said, "I brought you fresh drinks."
Darren called back, "Just put them on the bedside table, please."
"Thank you, Gail." Linda called out.
Two minutes later, I was once again in the backyard and soaking up the warm sun.
I was somewhat disappointed. I would have preferred to walk in on them while they were fucking or engaged in some other hot sexual activity. I would have loved to watch for awhile. "Oh well." I sighed, "Later perhaps. We have all weekend."
* * *
A year and a half earlier, I showed up for my first day of work as a licensed Marriage Counselor in Dr. Darren Wilshire's office. His last words to me before I saw my first couple were, "Remember . . ."
I cut him off, "Money or Sex." I said with a wide grin I hoped would disguise my nervousness.
"Find out which one it is, and let that dictate how you proceed." He told me with an encouraging pat on my back. "You'll be fine."
When Mr. and Mrs. Gibson were seated in my new office, I could see how uncomfortable they were. They were a middle-aged couple, fairly affluent, and I sensed that my age was a problem. I was twenty-seven.
"Before we get started, I feel we should clear the air. First, I understand that you are here under court order prior to your divorce being advanced." When they both nodded, I continued, "Just so you know, you are my first 'official' clients. I understand that my age and lack of experience may give you pause, but Dr. Wilshire has complete confidence in me. I hope you will reserve judgment on that until after this first meeting. Then, should you decide you'd prefer someone older and more experienced, I will completely understand, and I'll even help you with the arrangements."
And with that, my chosen career was underway.
* * *
Dr. Wilshire had a very successful and growing practice, despite his being only thirty-one. He had some advantages going in though. He came from a very wealthy family, so finances weren't a problem when it came to setting up his new practice. His name didn't hurt either. His father was a very prominent psychologist in the city, so he got plenty of referrals to get his practice off the ground quickly.
That worked out well for me too. I was the first Counselor he'd taken in. He was relieved that he was finally able to stop turning potential clients away.
Every day, after our last appointments, I would sit in Dr. Wilshire's office, and we'd review my notes on the patients I'd seen that day. During one such meeting, he read my notes about an earlier session. A middle-aged wife had complained that her husband didn't pay enough attention to her sexually. I'd already seen her husband separately and listened to his complaints. I told her, "He's not seventeen anymore, and you've been married a long time. You need to start seducing him, dress sexy, act sexy, whatever it takes to get him in the mood . . . you need to start that long before bedtime."
When she asked me, "Why's that my job instead of his?" I told her, "Because you have the tits."
Dr Wilshire sat back in his chair, intertwined his fingers across his chest and said, "Please tell me you didn't really say that to her."
"I did." I answered him with a giggle.
Dr Wilshire just shook his head and started laughing. He didn't stop for over a minute.
* * *
"My, my, Miss English. If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to seduce me." Dr. Wilshire chuckled when I showed up at the restaurant for supper on my birthday.
I was wearing a skirt that hit me just above my knees, a thin tank top with a light bra, and small scarf. The tank top was cut low enough to show a little cleavage, but not blatantly so. Of course, he'd never seen me in other than work clothes.
In truth, being around him turned me on greatly. I'd had a crush on him since long before he'd hired me. Now, after months of working in his office, it was driving me insane.
"Would that be a bad thing?" I teased him.
"Not if you want to get fired." He shot back, but with a wide grin on his face that told me he was kidding.
"Oh my, Doctor, does that mean you're afraid you can't compartmentalize work from pleasure?"
He stared me hard in the eyes, but before he could answer, they called us to our table. "Saved by the bell." I teased him again.
After we were seated and our drinks ordered, he looked right at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "I can."
His comment and expression made his meaning clear. He was concerned that I couldn't. I nodded and smiled at him. "I'm great at compartmentalizing."
The following Friday, after our post appointment meeting, I was just about to leave his office when he asked me, "Do you have dinner plans?"
I considered my words carefully before answering. "No, in fact, I don't have any plans at all . . . for tonight . . . or in the morning."
After letting my meaning soak in, he smiled, "Do you like Chinese?"
"Very much." I beamed a smile back at him.
"I make a wonderful Hunan Shrimp with Shrimp Fried Rice."
"Very nice. I love that, but how are you with breakfast?" I asked boldly.
"If you want more than coffee and a bagel, you'll have to bring something and do the cooking."
I walked to his desk and held out my hand, "Your address?"
When he scribbled it down and handed me the slip of paper, I turned and walked out of his office, calling to him over my shoulder, "I'll bring something for breakfast. See you at eight."
* * *
When I arrived at Darren's home, I was blown away. It was obvious he wasn't paying for a place like that on his earnings from the clinic. It was huge, with a long drive that ran between two rows of tall pines. The drive ended into a wide circle around a beautiful fountain.
"No maid?" I asked him when he answered the door himself.
He stared at me hard and then smiled, "Her quarters are in the back. I gave her the night off."
"Then you'll have to put these away yourself." I said in a flippant tone as I handed him the plastic grocery bag. And then I strode by him to see the inside of the house.
"Hang on. I'll give you the nickel tour." He called after me.
"Aren't you supposed to be cooking? I have your cell number. I'll call you if I get lost."
I could still hear him laughing as he made his way into the kitchen.
* * *
Even after making my way up the large winding staircase, it took me a while to locate the palatial master bedroom. Once there, I glanced into the bathroom before heading out onto the balcony. It didn't come as any surprise when I found myself looking over acres of groomed lawn, an Olympic-size swimming pool with a fountain in the middle, and a nice hot tub near the pool house. And yes, there was a separate maid's quarters to one side of the house.
"You're way overcharging our patients." I teased Darren when I finally went back downstairs and found the kitchen.
