2 years later
I've been working at BFG Intimate Therapy for 2 years now and I'm doing great depending on who you ask. I'm a sex therapist that helps people and couples through their intimacy I swear I feel like a damn shrink! Oh and let's not forget I'm a sex surrogate and I sometimes sleep with clients. It's actually not that bad I help people with their human sexuality or so that's what all the classes I take say.
The office has changed a lot in two years Caroline has officially hired more help. There's Rose our receptionist, Anna another sex therapist and sex surrogate, and then there is Meredith who is a counselor for couples and clients with disabilities, that caused their intimacy troubles.
I keep trying to get Caroline to budge on hiring male sex therapists or sex surrogates, but it is not going well. All she ever says is that, it would be weird, and he would hit on all of us and make sexist remarks. I can't help but laugh, she can be so stubborn, not that I can talk.
I have many clients that I talk to all the time about their intimacy problems and it all usually leads back to daddy issues or something to that extent and I hate to say it, but I need a therapist after listening to my clients or should I say patients all day. God please forgive me, did I just think that? Oh my I've been working here way too long.
Right now I'm with my client Mason Lockwood; so far what I can tell is he has premature ejaculation. I first noticed during one of our meetings, I accidentally rubbed against when I tried to get by to get my forms, and I heard him go "Shit" before he excused himself and when he came back he was in a new pair of pants. He said it was because he had plans right after, but I'm a sex therapist I knew the real reason.
"So Mason, this is our third therapy session, where would you like to start?" I asked.
"Um, when are we going to have sex?" He asked eager. Ugh, another caveman great.
"Well Mason, first we need to find out what we need to work on in the bedroom, why do you need a sex surrogate?" I ask with a straight face. I'm trying hard not to laugh.
"Uh, I don't know maybe we should keep talking." Mason said awkwardly. I knew that would get him. I know exactly why he's here, he was sent by his doctor after he ejaculated all over the doctor's exam table. I try to keep my face composed, but I want to laugh so hard, it's not like I've never dealt with a client who's had this problem, because I have, but Mason only talks about women in graphic terms, and it really upsets me that he has so little respect for women.
"Okay Mason, when was your last relationship?" I ask.
It seems I've stumped him; he's just sitting there with a blank look on his face. Here we go again.
"Okay, Mason when was the last time you were intimate?" I ask.
Again he's silent.
"Two weeks ago." He lies.
I can tell because when he lies he taps his foot, and right now he's tapping up a storm.
"Mason, do we need to go over this again?" I ask "You need to be honest with me." I try persuading him.
He sighs, "Fine, two years." He admits and his foot stops tapping. He now has his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. I hear quiet sobs. Oh my god is he crying?
I get out of my seat and go over to him, and put my hand on his back and ask him if everything is okay.
He nods and lifts his head back up and smiles. I smile back and ask him if he would like to continue and he nods his head.
…
After Mason left I had two other clients a married couple, and they would not stop arguing.
I'm just glad to go home to my apartment. When I get inside, I slip off my heels and sit on the couch and check my messages. I have 2 messages: Caroline and Jeremy. I listen to Jeremy's first he's coming home in 3 weeks for Aunt Jenna's birthday, and then I listen to Caroline's message:
"Elena, I have a new client for you that needs a sex surrogate, he is 27 and his name is Damon Salvatore. We'll talk more tomorrow; give me your answer then." "Beep, End of message."
Sigh. Another client. I'm tired I think I'll take a nice warm shower and head to bed.
…
"Elena, I need your answer today." Caroline snapped. I just walked through the doors and she's already yelling at me? Really? Can I ever catch a fucking break?
"I just got in Caroline can you at least wait until I've had my cup of coffee." I say exasperated.
"You don't drink coffee." She points out.
"So, maybe I'd like to start." I snap.
"Sorry, it's just that this is important, this client is very persistent." She says apologetically.
"It's okay, but he can't wait like 5 minutes." I say playfully as I mock hit her in the arm.
"I know right," she agrees, "He's been calling me all morning since 5 am."
"Really, he's that persistent?" I ask shocked.
"Yeah, and he says he wants the best, so I suggested you." Caroline admitted.
Aww, she thinks I'm the best? 'Snap out of it Gilbert you need to focus on work you can talk to her about it later' I tell myself.
"You think I'm the best?" I ask. Nope, I couldn't wait.
"Yeah, Elena you may have been resistant in the beginning and now you are great at your job and I'm so proud." Caroline gushed.
"Thanks Care." I say.
"No thanks necessary E, you are my hands down best employee partner ever."
"Partner?" I question.
A sheepish smile spreads across Caroline's face. "Yes, partner if you make this client happy." She says sweetly.
"But I didn't agree to be his sex surrogate yet." I say raising a brow.
"Yeah, well when he called me for the tenth time I said you'd do it." Caroline admitted.
"Care!" I shout, but she's already halfway down the hallway with her hands over her ears. Ugh that woman. I love her, but she drives me insane.
"Rose has his information." Caroline shouts back.
"Great." I mutter. Just what I need another persistent client.
I walk up to Rose at the front desk.
"Hello Elena," she says sweetly. I like Rose she's so nice, Caroline made the right choice in hiring her.
"Good morning Rose, I'm here to pick up my mail and files on a new client." I reply.
"Of course," she says picking up a stack of envelopes. "Here is your mail, and this," she says as she picks up a thick file, "is all the information you need about your new client.
I look at it bewildered. Is she serious? It looks more like a book than a file.
"That's the file? It's huge!" I stammer.
"Yes it is." Rose answers with a nod.
"Thanks." I say as I walk away with the file and my mail.
"No problem. And good luck." Rose encourages.
…
Back in my office, I put down the file and instead read my mail. It's a mixture of Thank you letters and job offers, wow I am doing well. Then I look and there is one more envelope it has my name on the back. That's weird. It's a letter, I open it up and it's from Stefan my first client. After our six legal sessions, he still wouldn't stop blowing up my work phone it became so bad I had to change my number. Oh Lord what does he want now?
Dear Elena,
It has been a while since we've been together, and you haven't been answering my calls. I must say I'm a little disappointed I thought we had something, anyway I'm off to Italy in a few days and was hoping you'd like to see me off, or join me. I'll be saying at the Palace hotel in the same room we stayed in the first time we were together. Please don't be a stranger.
Always, Stefan
Wow, that guy is persistent, it's been 2 years. Doesn't he realize we were only together because it was my job? I didn't even feel anything with him; I swear some people read into things that aren't there.
I have to be sure to report this. Sigh and he was such a nice guy.
Okay now to the file of Damon Salvatore, it says he is 27, where he lives, his profession: he's a business man. It says more about his business than him so I put it down after the first couple of pages. I get his contact information and put it in my phone and I decide to call and set up an appointment.
"Hello?" a man with a husky voice asks. It's really sexy actually. 'Get a grip Elena' I yell at myself.
"Hi, is this Damon Salvatore?" I ask in a professional voice even though I feel anything but.
"Yes, it is. Who is this?" He asked curiously.
"This is Elena Gilbert from BFG Intimate Therapy," I reply
"Oh Elena, so nice of you to call." He said seductively. There goes my strength.
"Yes Mr. Salvatore, I was calling to set up an appointment with you…" I start.
"Oh that won't be necessary," he finishes.
"And why not?" I ask.
"Because I'm already here." He says, and then he hangs up. I look up from my place and see a man waiting at my door. He is incredibly handsome. He has dark raven locks, and fierce blue eyes, He's wearing a black leather jacket, faded black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and black boots. He makes casual sexy and I love it.
I slowly get up and straighten my black dress that hugs my curves, and brush off my coral sweater, as I walk to the door.
"Hello, come on in Mr. Salvatore," I say with hospitality.
"Why thank you Miss Gilbert, I am terribly sorry for just showing up." He says as he takes a seat behind my desk and in my chair. This guy has some nerve, he just shows up without and appointment and sits behind my desk and in my chair? I don't care how hot he is he needs to know whose boss: me.
"Yes, Mr. Salvatore, you did show up without an appointment and you are sitting in my chair, so I'm going to ask you to get up and sit in one of these chairs or in the sitting area." I say firmly.
Damon looks at me between narrowed eyes and he looks me up and down before he gets up from my seat.
"Of course, Miss Gilbert." He says seductively and it leaves me feeling light headed.
"Right this way Mr. Salvatore," I say as I gesture to the sitting area of my office.
He walks over and plumps himself down on the lounge chair an grabs a pillow and holds it close.
"You see doctor, I've been having these dreams," he jokes but then stops when he see me glaring at him.
"How original." I say sarcastically.
"Sorry, I just always wanted to do that to a shrink." He says while he makes the most god sexy smirk I've ever seen and does this hot smoldering eye thing. I feel wet right now, this is not good. 'Stay professional Gilbert, don't let him get to you' I chide myself.
"I'm not a shrink, I'm a sex therapist." I tell him calmly before grabbing my notepad and sitting in my arm chair.
"If you're a sex therapist then why aren't we naked yet?" he asked again doing his smoldering look. Oh god, why aren't we naked yet? That's because this is my job and he is a client. 'Stay strong Gilbert' I tell myself again.
"Mr. Salvatore, that part of your therapy doesn't happen until we get through our first interview and I have an idea of you may need help with intimately." I say firmly.
"The only problem I have is not, taking you here and now." He says huskily. Oh damn, why am I getting even wetter?
I look him over and take notes,' overly confident no needed help there'. Then I look up at him and ask, "Are you ready to begin Mr. Salvatore?"
"Yes, I'm ready to begin, and it's Damon not Mr. Salvatore that's my father." He said disgusted.
"Okay, Damon are you ready to begin?" I try again.
"Yes, I'm ready to begin Elena," he says in a voice that is dripping in sex. I feel chills running up and down my spine. What a man, arrogant and sarcastic sure, but a man.
"Would you like to start off by telling me why came here?" I question.
"That's easy, I came to see you Elena." He chuckles.
"Really?" I question, before writing down 'deflecting; trying not to show emotions'. Then I ask, "Damon, why do you feel you need sex therapy?" I ask specifically so he can't dodge the question.
"I don't know, you tell me Elena, you're the one with the degree." He says harshly, but it's nothing I can't handle.
"Yes, I am but I can't help you until you tell me what is bothering you and keeping you from being intimate." I respond calmly.
"What is bothering me is that I came here for sex not to be badgered about intimacy!" he yells.
I don't even look at him, I just continue taking notes, 'doesn't like to talk about intimacy; communication issues, possibly love-shy'. Then I look back up at him and see him staring at me almost stunned that I'm unaffected by his tantrum.
"Are you done?" I question.
"Yeah, I'm done." He says defeated.
"Good, let's get to it then." I reply.
"So Damon, why are you here?" I try again.
"I'm here because my friend doesn't want to play anymore." He says giving up.
Oh, I had no idea. Geez he seems to be 4 for 9 in symptoms for people who need help with intimacy.
"You mean you have erectile dysfunction?" I almost laugh but don't. Damon squeezes his eyes tight like it's the end of the world, well for him it just may be.
"Yes, that." He spits out.
"What have you tried to… get erect?" I force myself to say.
"Everything," he groans. "I've tried everything from touching, oral, and pharmaceutical." He admits.
"Okay well now that I know the problem, I know what I'm working with." I respond light-heartedly like it's no big deal, but it is.
He looks at me, with hungry eyes and I'm at a loss for words. He gets up from where he is and he goes to my door, and just when I think he's about to leave my office he locks the door and pulls down the shade so no one can see inside. Damon walks back over and grabs my notepad from my hands and throws it onto my desk. Then he scopes me up in his arms.
"Damon, what are you…" I start but before I can finish his mouth is on mine and he's taking dominance over my mouth. I can't believe it, I can't stop it, and more importantly I don't want to. Damon, laid me down on the sofa and climbed over on top of me, all the while we were still attached. Damon is exploring my mouth with his tongue and his teeth are grazing my lower lip. I can't breathe.
I pull away to catch my breath, and Damon goes down to my neck and all of a sudden I feel something hard press against my leg, his erection!
"You work," Damon said, before heading his tongue down the center of my cleavage. Just then I stop him.
"No you work." I say pushing him off me. "Damon, you have a full on hard, and all we did was make-out." I breathe out.
"So?" he asks.
"You lied, about having erectile dysfunction!" I yell. Damon closes his eyes at those words.
"God, I never said I had that, you just assumed." He pointed out.
"Yeah and then you admitted you had it." I counter. This was not going well, but wow he sure can kiss. I just want to eat his lips.
"When, I said my friend doesn't want to play anymore I meant my bed buddy." He started laughing.
"I thought we had something great and then I found her sleeping with some other ass-hats." He said through gritted teeth.
"So your girlfriend dumped you, and you decided to come here instead of moving on like a normal person?" I ask in disbelief.
"First of all she wasn't my girlfriend, and second, she said I was getting boring and I'm not boring so I though some sex therapy would do the trick." He smirked.
God he smirked!
"Sex therapy is serious and it should be taken seriously!" I nearly yell.
"I am taking it seriously, your my sex surrogate and you're supposed to help me find my sexuality." he chuckled.
Did he really think this was a joke?
"Well, from how you were getting upset about intimacy, I can tell you one thing for sure, you need sex therapy." I responded. Damon smiled. "But," I continued, "Not a sex surrogate." I answered, as I watched his smile drop.
"You can't be serious?" he nearly growled.
"Oh yes, very." I replied.
"Damon, we need to talk and talk and find out why you have troubles with intimacy and well as communicating your feelings, and not to mention why you are so love-shy." I almost laughed at how his look changed.
"Why because I tried to sleep with you and lied about my penis?" he asked exasperated.
"Not because you tried to sleep with me, but because of the way you reacted when I asked about intimacy, and yes because you lied about having a problem that you clearly don't have." She stated while looking down at his cock that was bulging out of his pants.
"So you won't sleep with me?" he questioned dumbfounded.
"Nope not until we figure out why you lied and why you have problems with intimacy, only then can I help you sexually. And we'll be going through a month of therapy sessions." I answered.
"But after a month, we'll fuck?" he asked hopeful.
"Yes, a month is the longest I can legally hold out on you." I replied.
"Really?" he asked hopeful again.
"No, but I don't want to be around you any longer than I have to." I said almost seriously.
I couldn't just get rid of him; I already signed the contract to take him on as a client and to be his sex surrogate, something I now was regretting, but not regretting it at the same time.
Damon frowned.
"I'll get you to trust me, by the end of the month, just you wait and see you'll be begging me to make you scream." He said softly while brushing his fingers against her cheek and he was gone.
What the hell just happened? Shit I'm wet again.
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