Clinical Diagnosis (closed)

[DickUnderwood]

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Name: Dr. James Simon
Age: 29
Height: 5'11"
Profession: Clinical Psychologist

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"Dr. Simon," Claire's voice came over the intercom, interrupting my thoughts, "the new patient is here to see you."

I rubbed my eyes tiredly and picked my glasses up off the mahogany desk in my office, placing them on the bridge of my nose. I rose from my desk and made sure my area was prepared for the first-time meeting with a new patient. I liked to ensure that there was a pitcher of ice water nearby along with two glasses (plastic of course, the mentally deranged had a habit of being unpredictable), and of course my trusty leather notebook and a foutain-tip pen for taking notes. The rest of the office should be very clean and clear of distractions - especially when you hadn't yet learned a patient's personality yet it always helped to minimize distractions in order to keep them focused on the tasks at hand - diagnosis and treatment.

I walked back to my desk and held the intercom button.

"Please send her in Claire."

I walked back to stand in front of my desk, assuming a non-threatening stance in order to make her feel comfortable in a new environment.

The door opened and I waited with anticipation to see who would walk through...

 

[LovelyLuna]

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Name: Cassandra Powers
Age: 23
Height: 5'2"
Profession: Waitress​

I sat patiently in the waiting room of my new psychologist's office, bare legs crossed. I had already slipped off my flip flops, gotten comfy. This guy sure did know how to make a girl wait. The fact that I had arrived a full forty-five minutes early probably didn't help. I looked up from the People magazine I was reading as I heard a door open, pleasant goodbyes being exchanged. A man exited the office that I was soon to enter, raking a hand through thinning, brownish-grey hair. He was probably in his 40s or 50s, but he was fit enough. A mildly attractive face. My eyes scanned down to his left ring finger. Gold band there, but that had never stopped me before. His eyes floated around the office as he tapped his fingers on the mahogany desk that the receptionist sat at, waiting for her to end a phone call so he could schedule his next appointment. Just as his eyes hit me, I uncrossed and crossed my legs again, eyes locked on his. He was frozen for just a moment, watching me. Then he licked his lips and swallowed hard, letting his gaze flicker down to the floor. His face was flushed now, but he stole another glance at me. This time I smiled, lips painted harlot red with my favorite shade of lipstick, green eyes lined in smudgy black liner and mascara, zoning in on his again. My hair was almost the same shade of red as my lipstick, though a bit more muted. It hung down in loose waves around my face, past my breasts to just underneath them.

Now I looked away, playing coy, but let my eyes float to his once more. He was smiling too now, and I didn't miss the way his right hand toyed with the wedding band on his left nervously. I had already seen it, but he didn't know that, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him slip the ring into his pocket. Classic married guy trick. The problem was... I didn't care at all whether he had a wife, or kids, or anything of the sort. The last married guy I had fucked had been a week or so ago. We had done it in the back of his Lexus, and he assumed I wanted some sort of monetary compensation for the use of my pussy. But I didn't... the thrill of the sex (and it had been very good sex) was more than enough for me. This one was no different... although, judging from the hardening bulge in the front of his pants, he would probably prove to be a bit bigger.

I stood from where I sat, draped my purse over my shoulder and strolled over to the desk slowly. I could feel his eyes on me taking in the long slope of my neck and shoulders, skipping down to the front of my short, pink dress... flowy around my hips but tight at the waist. The hem hit just mid-thigh, and the way it flounced showed off the curve just underneath my ass if I moved just right. Setting one hand down on the desk, I smiled at the receptionist, who held up a finger at me so she could tend to Mr. Hard-On. I heard her call him Mr. Scott, then give him an appointment for next Tuesday at 6 pm sharp. He stuttered out his replies to her questions, then glanced up at me when he was finished. I was ahead of him though, my number now scrawled down on the corner of the subscription card that I had surreptitiously torn from the magazine I was reading. I slid it to him under my hand while I distracted the receptionist, politely introducing myself.

"Cassandra Powers... I have an appointment with Dr. Simon at 4:30, I believe..." I turned to look at Mr. Scott while the receptionist, who I now knew as Claire, from her nametag, looked up my appointment time on the schedule. He was reading the number with disbelief, but I merely nodded and turned away. Slowly, he backed towards the door, giving me one final smile before he walked out. I could expect a call later that night.

"Go on in, Ms. Powers..." I nodded at Claire, and headed for the heavy mahogany door that I knew belonged to Dr. Simon. Knocking just once, I pushed it open and closed it behind me. When I turned to take in the interior of the office, I was thrown off by the casual stance of Dr. Simon. He was an attractive man... a very attractive man... young, too. He had been recommended to me by a friend, though she wasn't aware of the reason that I was coming to see him today. Fleetingly, I realized that the very actions I had just partaken in with Mr. Scott counteracted the problem I was facing... but that was what the good doctor was for, right?

"Hi...Dr. Simon? I'm Cassandra Powers... Susan recommended you to me.... it's... nice to meet you.." My tone was sweet, unassuming. Why give away all my secrets upon the first meeting?

 

[DickUnderwood]

"Hi...Dr. Simon? I'm Cassandra Powers... Susan recommended you to me.... it's... nice to meet you.."

Ms. Powers was a very attractive woman with long red hair. I took note that there was no wedding band on her finger. She was dressed in pink with a rather short dress that showed off her legs to great effect. Her face seemed to be flush and her breathing quick, but there was no sign of perspiration from any recent physical exertion. Perhaps embarrassed or nervous? I made a note of it.

I held out a hand to beckon her into one of my guest chairs. She sat, smoothing out her dress on her legs with both hands. I poured us two tall glasses of water and placed them on the glass table in front of her. I sat in the chair opposite her across the table, perhaps 10 feet away. I assumed a non-threatening position by leaning back in my chair as I spoke.

"Hello Ms. Powers. It's very nice to meet you. My name is Dr. James Simon. You may call me James if you like. I'm also very comfortable with 'Dr. Simon' or 'Dr. James'. First of all, I would like to remind you that as my patient, anything you say to me during this appointment is covered under doctor-patient confidentiality - I cannot tell anybody about anything we discuss under any circumstances. The only caveat is that if I believe somebody to be in mortal danger from your actions, I may, under those circumstances, warn that person. I just want you to be fully aware of your rights and completely comfortable with being open and honest with me."

"Now, if you don't have any further questions, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

 

[LovelyLuna]

I settled myself down into a relatively comfy leather chair, then focused my eyes on Dr. Simon. He was across the table from me now, surely trying to make me feel more comfortable with the distance. My immediate thoughts, being who I was, were that I would be much more comfortable straddling his lap right about now. But I shook those thoughts away, realizing that this was my problem exactly. I couldn't keep my mind off of sex for more than a few minutes, and that was an embarrassing fact. I had fantasies in my head about every guy I had ever met. This doctor was no different.

Spiel about confidentiality and such. I listened but just barely. It wasn't my first time seeing a therapist, I knew how it worked. Too bad I had fucked up every other professional relationship and stopped seeing the others. None of them had really helped anyway. But now James was looking at me expectantly. He must have asked a question. Short term memory told me that he wanted to know more about me.

"Well... I'm 23... I work at the Ruby Tuesday down the street from here, actually. I live in a little apartment uptown... just me and my cat. I.... entertain a lot of guests there, though..." At this I stopped, looking up to see whether or not Dr. Simon could read my words. I decided not to go any further for now, wanting to keep his vision of me pure for just a few more moments. No use letting him know just how whorish I was until he asked. "I mean... I don't really know what to say. What do you want to know?"