-1The rather luxury car that Rude own pulled out of the muddy parking lot, leaving the redhead to stare dumbfounded on what was actually happening here. Before him was a moderately large red brick building, complete with the sign that placed the doctor's name with honor. The Turk fished inside his pocket, taking out his PHS and connecting a small headphone piece to the side. It traveled up and slipped into his ear. At least now he could listen to something while the therapist went on how he had a problem conducting his life.
He composed himself in his regular Turk attire. Navy suit, oxford shirt that was untucked and unbuttoned all the same. His left hand shoved into his navy pant's pockets, footage shuffling inside the already busy building. He passed all the rooms reading intently on each door that possessed some 'illness' or another. He found it comical still that being addicted to sex was some sort of problem. As long as they both got pleasure out of it. Right? Right? Rude had backed him up in doing this, he considered the man to have a problem as well. Perhaps this was just because he was getting tired of hearing Reno's guest next door all the time. Nearly most of the time he had to thrust his fist to the side of the wall, trying his best to keep the redhead's conductivity at a mild level. It normally never worked.
"I can't believe I'm doing this.." He sighed and slipped into the room which printed the 'disease' on the door of which he was entitled to. Elegant eyebrow arched as he took a good look at his classmates. There was this rather attractive looking girl. A rebel no doubt. Her hair was blonde and pink and her outfit was nothing more than what he usually saw at the strip joints. Short skirt with fishnet stockings, a jean top that hardly did it's justice in fitting over her cleavage. He promptly sat next to her. The rest of the room had older men in it, he was the youngest there. Apparently they were afraid to sit by the busty blonde in caution that they would receive a blow by her eight inch black heels.
"Hey babe.. You like the pootang too?" He inquired, leaning over and sprawling a smirk from his lips. She countered with a smile, those large luscious red lips peeling back to reveal her pearly white teeth. "You know it Sugar.." Her finger was brought up to twirl one pink layer of hair while the other played idly with her gum that she chomp in her mouth. Reno licked his lips, intrigued by her actions and her body language. "I bet this therapist is some old geezer.. Yah know.. Someone who gets off with stories that others talk 'bout… those sex stories. Why am I here?" He groaned but glanced over to his side to see her giggle and continue to play with that hot strand of hair.
The Turk grinned at the response he was getting from her, edging his seat closer to her in the process. The woman promptly got up, causing the Turk to follow her actions with his own mako infused eyes.
"Good morning group, I hope you saw the reaction that our redhead had here. He, after all, is a prime example on how we are going to kick this addiction of ours."
Reno blinked incredibly, he just hit on his 'teacher' of sorts. But hell, it felt pretty damn good. Smugly leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest. "What kinda teacher wears an outfit like that?" The therapist turned to him, leaning down and very well exposing her cleavage towards him. He couldn't help but look.
"To ensure men such as you.. That looks aren't always what they seem." She adjusted herself back up, slipping a large trench coat over the goods she possessed. Reno rolled his eyes, pressing the volume button on his PHS up. It happened to be Nine Inch Nails, Closer. She heard the small noise that echoed near his area and quickly flicked the headphone piece out of his ear.
"What are you doing?!" He bellowed, trying hard to tug on the other end. Too late, she was already listening in on the words. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate this and delete that god-awful song off your system. One of the Rules in this class is that you can't listen to anything that conducts thoughts of sexual activity.. And I really don't think the words "I want to fuck you like an animal" Is appropriate for this classroom."
With the headphones gone and his pride damaged the man had no other choice but to endure the next hour of this. At least she was hot, really hot. Maybe.. By the end of the week he could get her in bed.