“How do feel about being an escort, Victoria?”
“Doctor Artaya, it pays the bills and my thigh high leather boots. I look French, don’t I?”
“Are you disconnected, would you say you are disconnected in a way from your work?”
“Are you distracted doctor? You said disconnected twice. I can button up my shirt?” I say with dreamy eyes that beg him to come closer, and do what he wants with me, fuck me.
“Victoria, unbutton the shirt more.”
I unbutton my shirt and show off my lacy bra. I pull down my pencil skirt and reveal white thongs that match.
“Let’s cut the bullshit, you keep me off lithium to keep my manic, raging for more sex in inappropriate places, like my dr.’s office. I want your cock, come closer doctor.” I whisper.
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