Nuts!

[ariosto]

The sign on the smoked glass door reads...

Doctor X.P. Ariosto
Psychiatrist, Marriage Counselor and Bail Bondsman
Reasonable rates, comfortable couch

If you're broke I can fix ya!



Doctor Ariosto sees many patients each day but these two and their unique case will live in his memory forever....

Jean Martin will be played by the charming chanaud.
Jim Montoya by me and Doctor Ariosto will be played by himself.

A simple tale of urban love...

 

[ariosto]

Jaime 'Jim' Montoyo


"I'm not sure I'm ready for this Doctor."
Jaime 'Jim' Montoyo looked up into the bespectacled and gray bearded face of his psychiatrist. His own darkly handsome and anxiety ridden features reflected back at him from the shrink's Gucci wraparounds.
"It hasn't been that long afterall...."

"Nonesense boy."
The counseler leaned back in his chair and blew a perfect smoke ring at the ceiling.
"You can't grieve for her forever dammit!"

In his mind he knew that the man was right but still his heart was bleeding. Princess Di had not been just another quick lay for the
jetsetting Cuban/American playboy and male model, she'd been...well... different. A dream come true in a sense.
A tear rolled down the smooth tan skin of his cheek.

"Oh come on! Get real man!", the Doctor stood up and strode to the wide high window of his 99th floor office. Far below the 5 oclock traffic swarmed like termites up and down Michigan avenue.
"Your wallowing in ridiculous and uneccesary self pity, the damned woman was a royal slut and you know it. CHRIST MAN! get off your ass and go get laid!"
He looked nearsightedly at his rolex.
"Times up. I'll see you back here next week and I'll want ALL the details, no matter how sordid and intimate they might be of this 'date' of yours. Maybe you should even keep a journal, a diary thing, you know.
She sounds like a hot tamale Jimbo. Go eat her up."

"Thank you doctor."
Montoyo slowly unglued himself from the soft brown leather couch.
"Your always a big help."

"It's what they pay me for boy. It's what they pay me for."


Easier said than done, he thought as he rode the elevator down to the offices of Finer Image, Chicago's premier modeling agency.
After a woman like Di who could ever measure up. It wasn't fair to the girl, what was her name ....Rache? Maybe he should call or email her to break it off. He'd be off on assignment pretty soon anyway it seemed. That company she worked for, Charmingales WonderBra and Intimate Apparel had hired him for a shoot down in the islands with Tyra Banks and a few other busty bimbos. Maybe when he got back..maybe then.

But as the elevator doors opened and he caught sight of the leggy hopefulls waiting in the reception room, the doctor's words rang loud in his mind..."CHRIST MAN get off your ass and go get laid!"
He smiled inspite of his dark mood. Sometimes Ariosto talked more like a saloon keeper than a psychiatrist.

 

[chanaud]

“Doc, what am I to do? What if he wants to…” The raven haired beauty paused and leaned in close. The doctor sporting a silk scarf leaned in close with concern. She saw how his eyes strayed down to her cleavage. Renee smiled. The effect was what she hoped for. It better, she thought. They set her rapidly diminishing back account back $3000 for the pair. “..what if he expects you know…expects sex from me. I wish for once someone would like me for my brains.”

His large hands settled on her knees. Her large blue eyes, floating in its sockets never wavered from his face. How did she do that, dammit! The act was working. All the way down to the hard-on that made him shift uncomfortably in leather chair.

Still his hands remained. “Honey, what if he wants sex from you? Just go with the flow and enjoy it. Don’t fight it for gawd’s sake. You’re beautiful. And from what you tell me…he looks like Lorenzo Lamas. Two hotties like yourselves, you could record the damn thing and sell it. You’ll make more damn money than that bimbo, Paris Hilton. Go fuck his brains out. And bring back something interesting next week. I want full details.”

The gasp that flew out of her mouth couldn’t have convinced a blind man. Her hands flew to her breasts and remained there. Good ole’ Doctor Ariosto didn’t miss a beat. Lorenzo Lamas, eh? Could it be? Naw…too much of a coincidence, he decided. The world ain’t that fuckin’ small.

“Why, doc! You dirty old man. Are you coming on to me?”

Doctor Ariosto sighed. Why do all the girls think that? He shifted again. “Honey, if I was coming on to you…” Flashes of that nubile strawberry blonde floated into his head. She swore she was eighteen. She even produced a birth certificate. He never wondered why she would be carrying her birth certificate in her purse when he fucked her. “Nevermind.”

His hands left her knees and he stood up. “Time’s up. Remember, I want full details.”

Renee glanced at her watch and drew in a sharp breath. “I have to go too! My boss wants to evaluate my work performance. I hope I get that raise I asked for! ” She finished with a giggle.

Alone in his office, Ariosto watched the pedestrians walk by his building. A blonde woman carrying a leather attaché was leaving his office building. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly into a severe bun. She was wearing a suit that probably cost as much as his monthly rent. Though she wasn’t his type, there was something about her that piqued his interest. Something familiar. She turned sharply and out of his sight. He cocked his head and gasped. Renee Sharpe! What happened to the raven haired sex kitten that had just left his office? The same sex kitten he imagined on her knees purring on his cock. The thick lustrous hair in his fists while…

“Fucking nut.” He muttered under his breath and turned to call in his next patient.