You re lying on the couch when she walks in —
tight shorts, no bra, soft smirk.
“Sit up straight. Today I’m your personal therapist.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say yesterday you wanted to be a makeup artist?”
She shrugs, eyes burning.
“I changed my mind. Turns out I’m more into fixing men’s emotional damage.”
She sits on the edge of the couch, legs crossed, heels tapping.
“Let’s start with your eyes. Why are you avoiding my legs?”
You try to laugh it off.
“Is this therapy or a porn audition?”
She leans closer, voice dripping.
“This is real. First question is… when was the last time you got turned on around your stepsis?”
Silence.
She bites her lip.
“You’re quiet. That means recently. We can work with this.”
She climbs into your lap, straddling you.
“My method is called full immersion.”
Her lips are an inch from yours.
“Just relax.”
