The Sex Shrink of Seattle (Sessions #1) Read online

  SESSIONS

  The Sex Shrink of Seattle

  VOL. 1

  Kailin Gow

  SESSIONS: The Sex Shrink of Seattle Vol. 1

  Published by Kailin Gow Books

  And theEDGEbooks.com

  Copyright © 2014 Kailin Gow

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission in writing from the publisher except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  For information, please contact:

  Kailingowbooks(at)aol(dot)com.

  First Edition.

  Printed in the United States of America.

  DEDICATION

  To UC Irvine, where I was privileged to be a peer counselor and program coordinator for women at the Women’s Center while as an undergraduate and also where I took a bunch of psychology and human sexuality courses for my Social Ecology major. Who knew years from now back then, I would be writing a book about a bad boy Sex Therapist from Seattle who had a thing or two to learn still about women J Enjoy!

  Prologue

  I’m Simon Mark Sessions, and I just got done with having a nice morning manicure. What’s a straight man like me doing getting a manicure? It’s all about presentation. It’s what makes my business thrive and allows me to enjoy the finest pleasures of life, including helping wealthy women who are sexually frustrated work things out. Without a doubt, my high school guidance counselor was wrong when they suggested that I go into International Law. Being a Sex Therapist is where I was meant to be, where I can do the most good for the sexually insecure women of this world; those frustrated with how their desires seem to always fall short in the hands of an inexperienced man.

  It’s also about what my hands and fingers would do to you when you visit me for one of my sessions. In order for you to get the most out of my sessions, I’ll have to be able to get in deep and touch the innermost core of you until you start weeping. I’ll have to heat you up and cool you off only to have you shivering and shaking in my arms. My hands will be magic on your skin; my words like salve on your invisible wounds. With Simon Sessions, you will learn what it is like to become the sex goddess you are meant to be. And of course, I’ll have to have nice hands to get you there.

  “Hi Brandi,” I said, giving my award winning smile to my secretary as I strode toward my office, releasing the lowest button of my suit coat from its buttonhole.

  “Hi Simon,” Brandi said.

  I kept walking and she called out after me. “She’s already in there.”

  I looked down at my watch, annoyed that I couldn’t even have the pleasure of a few minutes to stare out at the amazing skyline that I paid premium dollars for in my Seattle office, conveniently located on the twentieth floor of The Weston Building.

  “She’s a very needy client, isn’t she?”

  “Is that what you’re calling it these days?” Brandi said with a soft laugh. I always thought that it fit her perfectly coifed blonde hair and bright red lipstick personally. My secretary was a vixen and the only one who seemed to be pleased to be around me and not need my services. If I didn’t rely on her so much I may have been interested in challenging her on her ability to keep her distance.

  “An entire day of therapy, not a cheap endeavor,” I replied.

  “And it’s her fifth one in two months. I guess she’s not getting any better,” Brandi replied, laughing again.

  “Some cases are tougher than others.” I began to walk toward the double French doors that were the barrier between my livelihood and the lobby.

  “Before you disappear,” Brandi interrupted, stopping me in midstride again, “I have five appointments to schedule in. Are you here every day next week?”

  “Yes, so go ahead. Whatever will be fine,” I said.

  I walked in and looked over to the couch to find my patient, Miss Atori Jana, strewn out on my green leather couch, looking at me with those wild, wanton eyes. She was a genuine beauty, rather exotic with her black hair, green almond shaped eyes, and long, seductive eyelashes. Then there were her curves; they were in all the right places…and real, too. She was wearing a black wrap dress and I fully expected she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, except perhaps a small string thong.

  Smiling and not saying a word, I walked over to my window to take in the view that I wanted to enjoy for just a brief moment. Atori was going to have me for the rest of the day. I breathed in and she talked from behind me, her words sounding like a purring kitten, full of seduction and obvious desire.

  “I’ve missed you so much, Dr. Sessions,” Atori said. I could hear her walking toward me, sashaying across my plush carpeted floor in her five inch stilettos.

  That one sentence told me she was in the mood for role playing to work out her issues of that day. Usually it was Simon but when she was really feeling needy, Dr. Sessions was what she called me.

  Before I could answer, her hands were wrapping around my waist and her fingers were playing along my chest, outlining my six pack abs playfully. Her ample breasts were pressed against my back, sending a warm, pleasant feeling through my body. There was nothing quite like the touch of a beautiful woman.

  Atori continued to talk, leaning around to her left so she could see my face. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Not seeing you makes me anxious all over. I can’t get you out of my mind. Did you have a busy night last night; you never called me back.”

  I didn’t answer that question or turn to look at her when I changed the subject. My eyes would likely say that she had me feeling a bit aroused by her touch but she’d mistake it for her words. I looked up and saw the reflection in the window of my short, dark haircut and blue, expressive eyes. Finally, I spoke. “Atori, I had a wonderful night last night.”

  “Good. Was it because you were dreaming of me?”

  I didn’t like where this was going. I felt my jaw clench and I knew the signs well enough, both as a man and as a professional therapist. She was becoming attached to me and that was not good. I was her shrink, her source to help conquer her sexual intimacy problems—nothing more. I’d always concerted great effort to keep my clients at bay when they weren’t in my office. Of course, daughters of wealthy businessmen in Seattle did happen to intersect in my social circles quite often, not to mention, my parents. It was the one down side of coming from an elite family and practicing in the city where I grew up.

  I turned around and looked at Atori with a kind smile, and she acted like it was her greatest reward just to see my face. She was desperate and needy, and definitely willing to please at any cost.

  I felt Atori’s hands navigate toward the front of my pants and she unbuckled my belt and began to unfasten my zipper and button, all while staring at me with those beautiful “love me now” eyes. I’d normally hope to see “fuck me” eyes but as I mentioned, she was growing more attached to me.

  “Atori, you shouldn’t,” I began, “we need to talk.”

  “We have all day to talk; this is what I need Dr. Sessions, this is the best therapy for me.”

  Her hand slid into my pants and onto my cock. It couldn’t stop its response even if I’d willed it to. The touch of this woman was intoxicating, to say the least.

  “No,” I protested.

  “Yes,” she cooed.

  I turned my back to her and was facing the window again, my arms leaning on the sill as I looked out. She slid around, wriggling between me and the window, forcing me to look at her. “Everything you’ve shown me, Simon, is becoming easier, mor
e instinctual and natural. I don’t have to even think about what I’m doing or question my judgment. I just know it’s right. All I do is take the lead that my body and heart suggest. I know what to do.”

  In a swift, desperate move, Atori lifted up her dress, revealing a bare bottom and she pressed her body against the window and slid down my pants, guiding a very erect me into her and she began to thrust back and forth in a way that was worthy of a Kama Sutra demonstration.

  Unfortunately, Atori was a talker, too, which tended to take away from the way sexual encounters felt for me but if that was what she needed, as her therapist I was obliged to give her what she was paying for.

  “Simon, ever since I met you I’ve become so uninhibited. You bring out the wild woman in me. I didn’t know she existed and I feel so free. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

  “You’re definitely not inhibited,” I said, my breath growing heavier and my heart starting to race a bit.

  “I’ll say. I could come on you and ride in front of all of Seattle with my ass hanging out and not care. I’d do anything for this feeling,” she laughed. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

  I couldn’t argue about that. It felt amazing.

  “How am I doing?”

  “You’re doing a good job, Atori.”

  “What can I do to do a great job?” she asked eagerly. She was so eager to please me that I couldn’t help but love that quality to her. Her eagerness was a bit more aggressive than most of my patients who were quite willing to release their inhibitions with me. “Do you think I’m achieving total intimacy with you?”

  “Almost,” I said. “Just a little more…a bit more energy and keep that movement going. Yes, that’s right; that one. It’s sure to please a man.”

  “I want to please you,” she said, panting and moving faster and wildly. Her long dark hair was swishing back and forth as her back arched and her body began trembling.

  “Yes,” I encouraged.

  She kept going, showing she’d stop at nothing to achieve total intimacy and I knew that I was ready to explode in her, feeling so excited for the release in her hot, wet pussy.

  I came. “You’ve done it,” I said. “That was a good effort, Atori.”

  “Thank you, that means so much,” she said to me, turning more serious and snapping me back to the reality that just minutes before I was fearful that she was growing attached.

  I stepped back and pulled my pants back up, looking at her analytically for just a moment. “So, you’ve booked out my entire day. What is it that you need to talk about?”

  “Lots of things,” Atori said. “I need your help badly, Doctor.”

  “What is it that you need to talk about?” I asked.

  “It’s not so much what I need to talk about. It’s what I need to do,” she said to me, putting her finger on her lip playfully and looking at me like I was a photographer for a centerfold shoot.

  “Okay, what is it that you need to do?”

  Atori moved in again, leaving about an inch in between us. “This was the warm-up. You still need to show me how to achieve a Level 8 orgasm.”

  “Come sit down on the couch with me,” I said. I turned to walk toward the couch and when I turned around to sit down; Atori was walking toward me, completely naked now.

  I sighed. I’d had many conversations with a naked woman and was able to keep things professional despite the distractions of the female flesh. She sat down and leaned in toward me, her nipples growing taut from the coolness of the leather couch. “What is it, Simon?”

  “Atori, I’m afraid that you’re starting to get too intimate with me, too attached. I’m your therapist first and foremost, right?”

  “Yes and my problem is actually one that extends into the social world, too. You can help me with all of that,” Atori said.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked. Of course, I had a hunch.

  “It would be so helpful to me and my progress if you’d come to Daddy’s party with me this weekend. It’ll be amazing fun,” she said. She looked at me and put on her seductive airs, which probably worked on every guy she’d ever tried them on—except me.

  “You know that would be going beyond the therapist and patient relationship. It would be too much like a date.”

  “If you agree to go I won’t use up your entire day,” she said coyly.

  Yes, she thought she had me but she was wrong.

  “Well, it looks like we’re going to have a very busy day helping you achieve Level 8 of intimacy,” I said. I leaned back and let the naked beauty take over. She knew what to do and I was pretty sure she’d known what to do before she ever came to see me. Some might say that made me more of a gigolo but I disagreed. I was a damn good therapist and it was hardly my fault that the women I treated seemed to fall for me. They were just so thankful for my special ability to liberate them from their inhibitions and make them realize that they were sexual beings that deserved to run wild with their desires whenever they so wished to.

  I glanced at my clock and it was finally 4 p.m. Time for Atori to go.

  “You’ve done very well today,” I said.

  “Am I there yet?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  She looked dejected.

  “No, I don’t think I am. I’m not ready yet, Doctor.”

  “Don’t worry, Atori. I’d never leave you in limbo. Make sure you schedule another session with Brandi on your way out, okay?”

  “Okay,” she said, getting dressed. She’d managed to stay naked all day long as she explored the perfect place to achieve Level 8. She’d tried my office chair, my couch, standing up, lying down, and a few positions that fell somewhere in between. The poor thing hadn’t broken the barrier until I worked and guided her with my fingers. First I showed her how to touch herself, then I did the touching and the fingers thrusting myself until she was shuddering in my arms. I must have hit every single erogenous zone on her sleek supple body today to finally get her to weep from her orgasms. What can I say, I’m a very dedicated doctor, and I take care of my clients well.

  As Atori left she turned around and added, “Thank you so much for working with me. I can’t express my gratitude enough.”

  “It’s my pleasure and if you remember this is professional, I’ll let you keep booking me for these long sessions,” I said obligingly.

  “Thank you, Doctor. You’re the best!”

  Atori skipped out of the office and I could smell the sex on her as she left. She smiled, talking with Brandi, all flustered. As soon as she was safely out of the building, I left my office.

  “That was a tough day,” I said with a cocky grin to Brandi.

  “Oh please,” she said. Then she smiled just as cockily right back at me.

  Brandi really was a gem. She’d had to sign a ten page confidentiality agreement before she could work for me. Her personal policy was not asking and that was ideal for me. She was rewarded handsomely for her services and her ability to handle the many clients I had masterfully, knowing when to help me if things accidentally got tricky.

  Chapter 1

  Wiped out and exhausted from the extensive therapy session with Atori, I went home for the evening, kicking in to enjoy a fine glass of Pinot Noir and an amazing steak dinner that was delivered up to my penthouse from the restaurant in my building. An ideal way to wind down the day and prepare for the show the next day.

  My cell phone buzzed and I looked down, seeing the name Tina Favor, blinking at me.

  “Hello gorgeous,” I said cheerfully.

  “How’s my favorite star client?” she asked me.

  “Excellent and winding down.”

  “Could you be at the studio a half hour earlier tomorrow? I want to discuss a few opportunities that have come across my desk the past few days.”

  “Absolutely,” I said. She was excellent at pointing out opportunities to escalate my celebrity status and I was always eager to take them. The money wasn’t my motivator because I was an o
nly child with an uber-wealthy family. It opened up doors and kept me luxuriating in the finest of everything. “Hey, have I told you lately that you’re the best agent ever?”

  “Can’t hear it enough. You’re not a bad client, either,” Tina said with an amused voice.

  “See you at 9:30 then, Tina. Bye, gorgeous.”

  I hung up and finished my meal. Then I walked to the bedroom to go to my closet. I didn’t use a stylist for my wardrobe, knowing exactly what women responded to and remembered about me. It was the entire image, after all, not just the blue eyes and white smile that led their eyes on an exciting journey up and down my athletic, fit body.

  After a great work-out, a release, and a massage, I made my way down to the Good Morning Seattle show’s set, ready to meet up with Tina and make my weekly appearance on the show. I was the regular sex expert, of course, and it was through this show that I heard some of the most interesting things from insecure women safely hidden behind the receivers of their phone, or the screens of their cell phone, and while most couldn’t afford to come see me for therapy personally, I managed to get some of them for clients.

  “Tina,” I said, going up to give her a warm embrace. I loved this woman and while it was my assets that made me the best at what I did, she knew how to maximize them for everyone’s benefit. “You look like a million dollars. When are you going to stop teasing me and marry me?”

  Tina blushed at me, as I knew she would. I could tell that she’d thought about me in an intimate way a time or two but she always did her best to stay professional. I adored her for it.

  “You look dreamy today,” she said to me, softly biting her lower lip. “The women are going to eat you up.”

  “Does that include you?” I teased.

  “Oh, Simon,” she said. Then she turned business. “Now, before you get me too distracted, let me share a few possible opportunities for you and tell you the one’s I’ve politely rejected on your behalf.”