Work was fine. Here I am." Charlie's head slowly leaned forward, staring back at the doctor. "You want to pick my brain? I'm tired, a little hungry, a...d on my period." Her expression remained plain, her brown orbs staring back unamused. "Anything else you need to know about me is probably in that folder you keep in your desk with my name on it." She spoke antagonistically, throwing her words around as though they were her fists. She stared down her shrink, waiting for whatever reaction was to. Men could find sexual relief in the arms of prostitutes while their unfortunate wives were driven to madness for the want of a good hard fuck. Until that is, a certain doctor (whose name is disputed) discovered a cure for the pandemic of 'female hysteria' by 'inducing a pelvic paroxysm'. Which in plain language meant that he massaged the women's clitoris until she had an orgasm.Noting the immense profitability of the physician's enterprise a small army of inventors patented an astonishing. My body squirmed and trembled as I fought to control my breathing. Long, deep breaths began simulating a perfectly shaped dick hitting deep inside me. As I softly moaned, my own sounds put me in a trance.My hips rocked against my hand. As my finger swirled, my hips matched every motion. I tasted the sweet sweat forming on my lips. My tongue danced in my mouth as I struggled not to cry out in pleasure. I used my free hand to cover my mouth.My eyes softly opened, giving me a glance at my covered. He looks at me in surprise before getting a bit of anannoyed look on his face."Leave me alone...I...just leave me alone," he says quietly as hefinishes off his drink and motions for another. I toss the bartender mycard and turn towards the guy."What's your name?" I ask."What dont you get about "leave me alone"?" He says angrily and glaresat me."Oh I understand it completely, I just don't care so answer the fuckingquestion," I say putting as much menace into my voice as possible."Cal, my names.