Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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I had slept a restless sleep for most of the night and I'd been tossing and turning, wondering if I really did have a sex addiction problem. I was working undercover as a sex therapist, but I could probably have done with seeing a real sex therapist to discuss my issues. I thought about what I would say to someone if they came to me with the problem I had.
I'd tell them to remain abstinent on alternate days to begin with and not to put themselves into a situation where sex was prevalent. I would tell them to put sex out of their minds and try a new hobby or interest to fill the void. Unfortunately, I was surrounded by sexual situations with my pretend job, so I couldn't follow my own advice. I also believed that Hannah's murder had some sexual connotations to it, so for now I was stuck.
That didn't mean I had to play with myself at any given opportunity though, just because my job made me all horny. I would try and remain strong and maybe investigate some of the local clubs at the village hall as a distraction. Maybe there was a local gym I could go to, I needed to stay in shape as well as avoid sex.
Having cleared my head and coming up with a plan I got up and made breakfast. It was a sunny day so I ate on the patio before getting ready for work.
My sexy lace knickers were ripped to shreds from yesterday's uncontrollable masturbation session on the sofa bed, so I threw them in the bin along with my ripped stockings. I decided to tame it down a bit and wore a pair of boring pale pink cotton panties. Maybe if I didn't feel so sexy, I wouldn't drench my underwear and feel the need to bring myself to climax again. I wore a matching pink cotton bra and then put on my grey skirt and white blouse. It was almost like a uniform to me by now and made me look and feel more professional. I put a spare pair of cotton panties in my bag just in case.
I had a quick cup of coffee to wake myself up and then left for work.
It was a ten-minute walk to the clinic and it was nice to feel the morning chill on my bare legs, as I'd decided I didn't need to wear stockings. The sky was clear and the sun was already warming the sleepy streets as I ambled in to work. I knew my first appointment was at ten so I arrived early to prepare myself.
"Good morning Lottie, how are you my pretty little ray of sunshine?" I said, in a jolly manner as I walked through the reception doors.
"Hello Doctor Reynolds," she giggled like a school girl. "I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm feeling good too. What did you get up to last night?"
I was making small talk, but I did genuinely like this girl. She was cute, young and sexy. There was just something about her I was drawn to.
"It was ok. I went around my boyfriend's and watched a movie," she smiled.
She looked fresh and vibrant and I immediately thought about her being fucked by him.
"I bet you did, you naughty thing," I winked at her.
I was leaning on the reception counter looking down at her as she sat at her computer. Her tight shirt showed her small, budding boobs like two poached eggs. I had to tear my eyes away and try and behave myself.
"I don't know what you mean," she replied, playing the innocent.
"Yeah, yeah. We both know you got lucky last night. I'm trained in these things. You can't hide it from me," I laughed.
"Twice actually," she whispered, going red with embarrassment.
"Lucky you, but there doesn't appear to be many eligible bachelors around here for me," I laughed.
She just smiled.
"Who have I got as my first patient today?" I asked changing the subject.
"It's an unusual one today," she said. "A local woman is bringing in her teenaged children, doctor. One's eighteen and the other's nineteen. Does that seem strange to you?"
"It takes all sorts Lottie, but it is strange that their mother's bringing them in. I would class them as adults from their ages."
I took the files from her and headed into my treatment room. I had a strange sense that today was going to be interesting.
I unfolded the sofa bed and changed the sheets. There was a large crusty white stain in the middle of them and I had a flashback of burying my face in it and having an orgasm the previous day. I remade the bed and folded it away trying not to think about what a filthy bitch I'd been.
After another cup of coffee which Lottie had made for me, I glanced through the files.
Mrs Emily Teal was bringing her nineteen-year-old son, Spencer, and her eighteen-year-old daughter, Kayleigh, to see a sex therapist. My mind raced as to where this was going to go, but I didn't have long to wait.
Just after ten o'clock there was a knock at the door
"Come in," I said loudly.
The door opened and the family of three jostled into the room. Spencer immediately slouched in the arm chair and got his smart phone out. It was obvious he didn't want to be there and he didn't mind showing it.
Kayleigh and her mother sat on the sofa, but at opposite ends. Kayleigh also looked stroppy and got her phone out and started to tap away at the screen.
The mother looked harassed and at her wits end.
"You must be Mrs Teal," I said shaking her hand.
"Pleased to meet you doctor...?"
"Reynolds," I said. "I'm new here. How can I help you all today?"
Her kids didn't even look up from their screens.
There was a brief silence and I knew I'd have to take charge.
"Right. First things first," I said.
I snatched the phones from the teenager's hands and put them in my lab coat pocket.
"Hey, you can't do that!" said Spencer, trying to get up.
I pushed him back into his chair.
"That's mine give it back!" snapped Kayleigh.
"First rule. This is my treatment room and I won't put up with rude behaviour. You haven't even introduced yourselves. You just waltzed in here like you own the place. It's obvious you don't want to be here, but you are, so get used to it," I said sternly, staring at each of them in turn.
They didn't reply, they knew I meant business.
"Now let's start again, shall we?" I said.
"I'm Doctor Reynolds. You must be Spencer?" I held my hand out to him.
"Nice to meet you," he murmured like a scolded cat.
We shook hands.
"And you're Kayleigh? Right?"
"Yes doctor, nice to meet you," she said despondently.
"Sorry doctor," said their mother. "Millennial teenagers," she shrugged.
I didn't have children of my own and I certainly didn't want any, but I knew what being a teenager was all about. I was one myself only six years ago.
