 Kerri was a good six inches shorter than chulo the other ay woman. She was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and aypapi simple aypapi black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she chulo said respectfully. "You have a walk ay-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very ay upset, so I let him wait inside."
 For a moment she regarded her receptionist quizzically. Kerri's sweater skimmed well papi above her navel and snugged ay fetchingly around her darling young breasts. Although not unusual by the style papi chulo of the aypapi day, it was positively daring papi by Kerri's conservative standards. Was that the same sweater she had been papi wearing earlier?
 Monica groaned inwardly papi. Not another one. Eight months earlier papi she had written a paper for a ay psychological journal about paranormal experiences such as hauntings and alien abductions aypapi. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and treated by conventional therapy, it had led to a parade of oddballs through her office.
 "I have no idea," he replied. "I don't understand it. It's just that I think -- no chulo, I know that somehow ay I can change things. With my mind, I mean. I ay can manipulate things and events around me. It's frightening."
 "Yes, of course."
 "But what if he could fulfil aypapi these fantasies ay, however fleeting? What if he could make the girl stop ay and strip ay and bend over so he could admire her behind ay? What if he ay could ay make a sexy schoolgirl jump ay into his lap on the bus and papi make out with him until her stop? Better yet papi chulo, what if he could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into ay a teenage sexpot and have ay her fuck him ay on the bus in front of ay everybody. What chulo if he aypapi could ay instantly fulfil all the selfish aypapi, base, lustful papi chulo desires that float around in ay the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious ay mind? What would become of him then?"
 Monica was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of papi Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote ay "sex movies obsessed?" in her notebook. She chulo brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that aypapi it ay had already dried. "But in reality such things don ay't happen," she aypapi said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you bringing this up chulo?"
 Monica ay shrugged and flipped again. It came up heads.
 Damien was leaning over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to aypapi make me do that ay. Oh aypapi god, it's so damned easy."
 "What do you mean?" He sounded interested.
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction aypapi that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely help aypapi somebody aypapi. It papi was a good feeling, like the contented buzz aypapi she got from sucking cock.
 The woman in ay the mirror was her chulo, but it was not her. It was like ay an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn by ay a horny teenager chulo with a vivid imagination. Her hair was long, thick and wavy, her ay lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at her ay from ay underneath long ay lashes.
 Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists ay. She turned to face Damien. He was still smiling. It had an edge ay of pure evil ay now. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
 She ay tried again ay. "The point is, just because ay you have papi chulo slipped aypapi once, given ay into temptation, doesn't mean your cause is lost. You can admit a mistake, fix it and carry on. That's what we all do. Remember ay a few minutes ago we talked about ordinary people doing the best that we can? That's what you ay need to remember."
 There was a large, plush sofa on the papi far side of the outer office that Monica papi chulo had never ay seen before. Yet she knew chulo it had always been there chulo. Kerri had arranged the low couch to be right in ay front of papi the glass-topped table that served chulo as her desk, so that male patients movies could see up her dress while they waited. That explained why ay so many patients walked in with a hard-on ay. Monica shook ay her head. How did ay she know this?
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica ay looked ay up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde ay hair tumbled to her waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in a ay semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than ay true aypapi privacy.
 "Au contraire ay, my little sextoy papi chulo," said Damien casually ay. "The good doctor has done so much for aypapi me. She found the key to papi free me ay from ay my guilt. It's like being let out ay of prison. For the chulo first papi chulo time in my life I'm truly free."
 The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr ay. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained. She was ay wearing black ay, thigh-high boots, the tightest Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien was sitting, managing her ay high-high heels ay with ay an ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching her ay made Monica tingle.
 "Young lady pay attention when I chulo speak to aypapi you."
 "These accusations are very serious. Very serious indeed. I papi will not tolerate such ay indecent papi behaviour in this ay school. Do ay you understand?"
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely aypapi. She was standing in ay front ay of his desk in her school uniform papi, a papi chulo starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks aypapi and patent aypapi black mary ay-janes. At sixteen she was tall for her age and exceptionally well papi chulo developed. Her thin ay blouse strained over bursting breasts that were already the ay envy of every girl in the school.
 The headmaster groaned aypapi. He shifted position in his aypapi seat, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said at last. "I see what chulo we will have to do. You are not ay to remove your undergarments for anyone while you are on the school grounds. Is that understood?"
 "You aypapi might lose aypapi your ay panties ay," Damien sniggered. He aypapi already had both hands under her tiny skirt.
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what we talked about the other day?"
 "What? Please, honey ay, I told you there's nothing ay I can do. It's the best psychiatric ay school in the country. We get thousands papi chulo of ay applicants. There's a waiting list..."
 "I chulo admit some of my behaviour might be construed as immoral," Damien observed ay thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of ay others in pursuit ay of wealth and pleasure are immoral to a similar degree. By comparison, my faults are minor. You see that now, don't you ay Doctor?"
 He turned ay and ay walked away, just ay as Kerri screamed in delight as ay she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned ay in unison as her own peak movies consumed her. She papi chulo felt the acid filter down into the ay bottom of ay her soul.
 The papi chulo intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the ay talk button with the heel of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice ay. "Your one o'clock just cancelled."
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied ay. Her appointment at one was a man named ay Damien. He hadn papi't said much ay when aypapi he booked the appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
 This was papi chulo the perfect time to take this baby out for a test drive, Monica decided. She ay unzipped her white sweater chulo, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man ay-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she chulo whispered, eyes closed.
 "Oh movies, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your movies tongue papi chulo like that ay." She leaned back in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
 Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what she had planned for ay poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After aypapi all, everybody was basically selfish, trying papi chulo to ay get ahead of the system aypapi a little, gain some personal advantage ay. She was just a little better at beating the system ay than most people.
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