strokecow: missbunnybun: You awoke with a start. You reached for your alarm clock, but instead your
strokecow: missbunnybun: You awoke with a start. You reached for your alarm clock, but instead your hand bumped into a wall that shouldn’t have been there. Squinting through the morning light spilling through the lace curtains you looked around for the normal landmarks of your cozy little apartment. With a fright you realized they weren’t there. The landscape was alien. You didn’t have beige walls, and you certainly didn’t have a white shag carpet. You were in someone else’s home. Someone else’s bed. This was insane. Obscene. Scandalous. You never drank until you blacked out, and you most certainly didn’t go home with strangers to party. Something must have happened last night, something wild. You tried to recall the blur of drinking and jumping around in the mosh pit. You were celebrating something… your passing of the Bar most likely. The clinking of silverware somewhere in the residence caused you to snap out of your reverie. This was going to be so awkward. How could you possibly thank someone for letting you crash in their bed (or perhaps more), apologize for inconveniencing them, and beat a hasty retreat at the same time? Well the first step was putting on your clothes. After quickly dressing and checking your hair in a mirror, you sucked in a deep breathe and prepared to face the situation head on, like a legal prosecutor should. You threw your chest forward, your shoulders back, and quickly marched out into the hallway. She spotted you from the kitchen and called out to you from behind. “Hey hun, I’ve got sausages going. Pull up a seat!” You turned around, ready to give your quick refusal, but as soon as you saw her, your demeanor instantly deflated. How? How had you managed to land that? How in the world could you possibly have even had the guts, sober or not, to talk your way into even having a girl like her cast a glance at you. She was gorgeous. And you were in her apartment the morning after… no… there is no way you could have scored a chance with her. Whatever you wanted to say to her was gone, and all you could do was mumble out a meek greeting as your legs carried you against your will to the kitchen table. “I let you sleep late. After last night, I wanted to make sure you could recover properly before round two.” Holy shit! You did it! You really really did it! ….what exactly did you do though? “Aww hun, you looked confused. Let me jog your memory…” She immediately sauntered up to you and shoved her chest into your face. Disregarding your protests, she began to swing them back and forth. Immediately your eyes locked on them and she began to coo into your ears. “You were so curious when I told you that I was a therapist. You asked me if I could really help people emotionally, with my ‘soft science’. Well I certainly can. I think deep down, boys and girls prefer my science to be niiice and soooft. It makes it easy to let them lower their guard and smooth out all the wrinkles in their life. And every now and then, I catch one that lets me smooth out the wrinkles in their mind. Like you. I’d be lying to you if I told you I didn’t snag you to keep a lawyer on hand for my start up company; but even if you weren’t one, I would have snatched you up anyways. Something about the neat and proper types, especially at clubs like you go to… it shows something about you. Deep down, you want to give in to your urges, and you choose specific times and places to do it. Well, I’m grabbing you to give you another outlet. You wont need to go to clubs and mosh to release your stress anymore. Now you can release all your stress right here, with a therapist. A hypno therapist. Consider this a retainer fee for the legal services you’re going to render for me in the future. After all, now that I’ve smoothed out that mind of yours, you oh so desperately want to be retained, don’t you?” You dumbly felt your head nod. It was as though you weren’t even in your body anymore. Like someone else was driving it. Like she was driving for you. But that was okay. You wanted to be retained anyway. that way you could stay here and release your urges... “You’re so easy. I’m gonna have to toughen you up so you’ll be a good lawyer for me. Can’t have you going soft on the job. But for me, in private, I’ll let you be soft. Soft like my soft science you’ve grown so fond of. Isn’t that right? Now lets eat breakfast. We’re gonna have a looong day of releasing stressful urges.” Fuuuuck, this is too good >.< Not much extra here, just an add. Before I started this blog, Frederico was one of the folks I tended to check out regularly on tumblr. Thematically we’re not that different, but enough so to keep from being copycats. If you like my stuff, I urge you to check him out. -- source link