The Sex Therapist- THURSDAY

[Flurtayshus]

The Sex Therapist- THURSDAY (currently closed for PogueMahone)

Dr. Dannah Wyman walked into her spacious office and smiled. She was exceedingly proud of herself because she'd finally earned enough money to open her own private practice after years of working for a public agency. Now she could do the type of work that turned her on, in more ways than one.

She admired the floating glass desk that was almost as big as a full-sized mattress, held up by brushed silver legs and eased gracefully into the black leather chair behind it. She examined her new client list. Each client was currently marked off for a whole day because she wouldn’t know how much time each would need for ‘therapy’.

She went methodically down the list:

Monday Morning- Alan Roberts, age 38
Wednesday Afternoon- William Wexler, age 42
Thursday Evening- Donald J. Williams III, age 37
Saturday Afternoon- Dan Phillips, age 23

Dannah looked out the long window that took up one entire wall of her 30th floor office.

She remembered her phone interview with her next patient and smiled at the thought. Brushing absentmindedly at her long thick hair, Dannah thought about the light way Mr. Williams had joked about his problem. She was certain there was more to it than he was letting on. There always was.

The buzzer sounded from her desk and Dannah walked back to it and picked up the receiver to her phone.

“Dr. Wyman, Mr. Williams is here for his appointment.” Kinsey said quietly in a manner that was businesslike. How deceptive she could be when she wanted to. That Kinsey was a chameleon.

“Thank you Kinsey. Send him please.”

Dannah went to the office door to wait for Mr. Williams. She always like to personally greet her clients.

 

[PogueMahone]

Donald J. Williams III

“Hello, Doctor Wyman,” Donald Williams III greeted her enthusiastically, clasping her hand in a firm handshake as he moved into the office, surveying it quickly as he moved over to sit in a chair, propping his feet up on the edge of her desk as he fished a cigar out of his pocket. “You don’t mind if I smoke do you, Dr.?” He asked her only after he’d already lit in and was puffing away contentedly. Dr. Wyman made a non-committal noise as she moved over to sit behind her desk, steepling her fingers and looking at her new patient for a few minutes.

“Would you like to me about your problem?” She asked him, smiling reassuringly.

“Well, it’s not really much of a problem,” Mr. Williams said with a slight smile. “I’m only here because of my wife. She’s the one with the problem really. She just not into it, a think it’s part of her New England upbringing. They’re all puritans up there,” He said around the cigar clamped between his teeth. Seeing the doctor nodding her head for him to continue, Donald took the cigar from his mouth and placed it in a brushed silver ashtray on her desk. “You see it all started a couple of years ago. Well, actually I guess it started back when I was a kid but it didn’t really get in the way until about two years ago. At first, Susan, my wife went along with it but over the last couple of months she’s began to resist.” He explained as he ran his hand over his close cropped beard.

“What is she resistant to doing, Donald?” Dannah asked him when he appeared reluctant to continue on his own.

“It sounds kind of silly when I say it aloud,” Donald said with a wry smile, “but I can only become sexually aroused when the woman I’m with is wearing a maid’s uniform.” He said blushing slightly as he confessed his hidden kink.

“What kind of maid’s uniform?” Doctor Wyman asked him, one eyebrow arching in interest as he confessed his problem.

“At first it could be any kind of maid’s uniform, although mainly it was one of the uniforms from my hotels,” Donald said, beginning to warm to his subject. “That caused me a lot of trouble and quite a bit of money,” He said laughing slightly, “I’ve lost five paternity suits from former maids. Now however it’s the classic French maid uniform that arouses me, you know the one with the small black skirt and white apron?” Mr. Williams asked the doctor to see her nod her head knowingly. “Well after my last lawsuit I promised my wife that I wouldn’t cheat on her, I swore off the maids in my hotels. Unfortunately, every time I was with Susan I had to imagine her wearing a uniform. She noticed that I always seemed distracted when we were intimate and asked me why. At first I just lied to her saying I had a lot on my mind, business and such, but after a while she asked again. And I told her. She wasn’t happy, but finally she agreed to try and work through it. She went out and bought a maid’s outfit. That first night we made love like newlyweds again. I think she kind of liked the role playing, pretending she was a maid coming in to clean up my rooms and all that. Now however she refuses to wear it, saying that I’m more aroused by a short black skirt and feather duster then her. She said she’d leave me if I didn’t seek help,” Donald said smiling a bit sadly, “and after you helped Pierre, one of my chefs with his strange attraction to fruit platters, I thought that maybe you could help me as well. Well, Doctor Wyman, what do you think?” He asked her hopefully.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Dannah

Dannah watched this man and deducted two things simultaneously. One, Donald Williams was used to being in charge and two, he needed to be taken down a peg or two if they were going to accomplish anything in therapy.

“Mr. Williams, put out your cigar.” Dannah ordered politely but coldly.

His mouth opened as if he was going to object and then he seemed to change his mind with a shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his head. Obediently he stamped out the cigar, saving the rest to be smoked later.

“Why don’t you tell me what it is you think about things.” Dannah stared out the window in a manner that was less intimidating to clients than staring straight on.

“I think she should get over it. It’s no big deal.” Donald replied smartly. “It’s just a uniform.”

Dannah’s eyebrow shot up. Her eyes locking on his.

“No-big-deal.” She murmured pointedly. “Just-a-uniform.”

Dannah’s full lips puckered in thought and then suddenly spread into a devilish grin. “I’m certainly glad you feel that way Mr. Williams.”

“What? Feel what way?” It was clear Donald was confused. He knew what he’d said had been insensitive but she was grinning at him as if he’d said something nice.

“I’m going to need the names of the women you lost the paternity suits to.” Dannah picked up her pen and began jotting down notes. “Also, you won’t mind giving me a tour of your favorite hotel, will you?”

“Well no but what has that got to do with…”

“Thursday then, next week. Clear your day. We are going to need it.”

“Fine but why?” He demanded to know.

She could see Donald couldn’t stand the way she refused to answer questions for him.

“Let’s just say I’m doing a little field work. A little background checking to see how best to help you.” Dannah’s eyebrow quirked up and she knew it was a good thing that Mr. Williams didn’t know what that particular little facial tick meant because if he did he might have withdrawn from therapy immediately.

But that was beside the point. He didn’t know and he would be back and she would be ‘helping’ him with his problem.

“I suggest you contact the ladies whom you have children by and let them know that I’ll be contacting them.”

Donald watched her shrewdly. “You have something up your sleeve. Tell me what it is.”

A man who was used to getting his way, Dannah thought again. Gonna fix that.

She just smiled at him shaking her head in the negative.

“You know I don’t have to take this!” Again he became belligerent. Dannah found it fascinating, his penchant for running hot and cold.

“You certainly don’t Mr. Williams.” Dannah’s smile broadened as she slid the pad and pen across the desk to him. “The names please.”

 

[PogueMahone]

Donald J. Williams III

“The names please.” Doctor Wyman told him, sliding a pad and pen across the desk towards him. Why she wanted to know who the women he was paying child support to were, Donald didn’t know and was reluctant to tell her. So far, Doctor Wyman’s approach had been anything but orthodox and he suspected that it was just the beginning.

“I’ll have my attorney send them over,” Mr. Williams told her as he moved to stand up. “I can’t remember their names, to be honest.” He said shrugging his shoulders and laughing slightly, “it’s not like I was in love with any of them, I just slept with them. As for the tour, if you’ll be at the Williams Inn down on Bershire Drive next Thursday morning I’ll be happy to show you around.” He told her as he stood up, taking the stub of his cigar from her desk and moving towards the door.

“Until next week, then,” Donald said as he stuck the cold cigar in his mouth and bowed his head slightly to her before he stepped out of her office. He winked at the attractive secretary who smiled at him as he headed into the hallway, his mind already turning to the business meeting he had in the morning. As he got into his car, he pressed the speed dial on his phone waiting until it stopped ringing before he started the engine. “Gerry, it’s Donald. Yes, I just met her. Listen could you get together a list of the women’s name and fax it over to her office. I don’t know why she wants it. I know, Gerry. Listen, I pay your retainer so just do what I say, okay? Thanks, Gerry. I’ll see you Monday for squash.” He said as he hung up the phone, pulling his Mercedes out into the traffic and headed back to the office. He still had a few things he had to work on before he could head home for the night.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Dr. Dannah Wyman

Dannah smiled as the fax came in that very evening. There were seventeen pages total, each with a photo and a long list of stats for each woman involved.

Apparently there were more than five lawsuits that were filed against him; it just so happened that only those five actually went to court. It seemed there were twelve others that were settled out of court.

So, Dannah thought, Mr. Williams was withholding information. She would confront him on this in due time.

Feeling inspired, Dannah called several of the women on the list and found all of them quite eager to talk to her. But there was one woman she found extremely helpful in developing the persona of Donald J. Williams III.

Her name was Lita Gonzalez and she was an older Hispanic female in her mid 40’s. She’d been the head of the cleaning department for West Water Towers, Mr. William’s third hotel.

“Dat Meester Williams,” Lita had laughed in her lilting Latin accent. “Heeee’s a horny toad.”

And when Dannah had asked for clarification Lita had described more than one occasion where she’d walked in on Donald with different maids.

“Heee haf his favorites joo know. But he like girls wif….how do you say?….big boobies!” Lita had explained emphatically and Dannah could picture the woman with her hands held out in front of her chest. “Ohhh! And big caboose!”

“He likes, uh…behinds?” Dannah had coughed to cover up the laughter that threatened to bubble out at this woman’s animated accounts of Donald’s licentious activities.

“Yessssss he like big butts!”

Dannah had gotten very similar accounts from the other women, as well as specific kinks the resident hotel magnate favored. The most popular tale being that of how he liked to sneak up on unsuspecting maids, throw them face down into a mattress and have his way with them.

Curiouser and curiouser.

THE FOLLOWING THURSDAY- SESSION TWO
THE WILLIAMS INN

Dannah stepped out of the limo that had been sent for her that morning and looked around. She caught her reflection in the line of glass doors across the front of the lobby. Her long dark hair was pulled up into a French twist and she was wearing a double-breasted white cashmere suit.

A handsome young bellboy made his way to her through the maze of carts and luggage and once he was in earshot he asked, “Are you Ms. Wyman?”

Dannah smiled at him from behind her tortoise shell sunglasses and nodded.

“This way ma’am. Mr. Williams is waiting for you.”

And waiting he was. Dannah followed the kid inside, through an inconspicuous side door in the main lobby and down a plush hallway. When the kid finally stopped at a door and opened it Dannah had to admit she was impressed but she would never let him know it, for that was the precise reason she’d been led to his office instead of him meeting her out front. He was bragging.

“Dannah!” He exclaimed as she walked through the door, one ear plastered to his cell phone, his other hand holding a cigar.

“Dr. Wyman.” She corrected him politely but firmly.

“Awww come on. Who are we foolin’ with the formalities?” He argued and Dannah was glad she’d planned what she planned. He was deserving of every bit of what he was going to get.

“Mr. Williams. You didn’t tell me about these other women.” Dannah held up the stack of paper that boasted of all the women that he’d told her about, that’s not to say that was all there were.

“I didn’t think it was necessary.”

“No. You were trying to control the situation. Why?”

“Why not.” He smarted off.

“Been arrested lately, Mr. Williams?” Dannah crossed her arms, one eyebrow raised, her sunglasses now propped on top of her head. “Any under aged illegal immigrants in your hotels that border patrol should know about?”

Donald’s mouth worked furiously and then it suddenly clamped shut. He knew she had done her homework and it would do him no good to piss off the therapist.

“Thaaaat’s what I thought.” She turned and headed toward the door, her hips swaying provocatively in the thigh length skirt. “Shall we have that tour then?”

 

[PogueMahone]

Donald J. Williams III

Donald sat behind his large mahogany desk, a cigar clamped between his teeth as he waited for Dr. Wyman to arrive. He’d been wondering why she’d requested both the names of the women he’d slept with as well as a tour but he was willing to go along with any sort of therapy if he could keep his marriage together. Glancing at the recessed monitor in his desk, Donald saw his limo pull up in front of the hotel and pressed a button, summoning Jack to go meet her. If she wanted to see his hotel, he’d impress her with how smoothly it ran and how much he was in control.

As he watched Jack guide the good doctor through the bustling lobby towards his office, Donald picked up his cell phone quickly dialing his limo driver. “Dan, yeah, it’s me, could you stop by my house and pick up Susan?” He said into his phone as he continued to monitor Dr. Wyman’s progress down the carpeted hallway towards his office. “Yeah, she needs to go to the health club this morning. Thanks Dan.” Donald said pushing the end button as he pressed the buzzer on the door to allow Dannah to enter. “Dannah!” he greeted her as he took the cell from his ear, tossing it onto his desk without looking. It was hard to take his eyes off of his attractive doctor. She looked much more a like an expensive attorney than a therapist in the business suit and dark sunglasses that she was wearing. Donald noted almost absently that she had very nice legs as she corrected him on calling her by her name. From there things just kept getting worse for him; her challenging him that he’d held back information from her. Although to be quite fair, she had only asked for the one’s he lost his suits to but he knew she wouldn’t listen to that bit of reason. He clamped his teeth around the end of his cigar, almost biting it in too as she wound down with threatening him with the turning him into the INS for illegal workers. He hadn’t even known about the illegals until three months ago and had then fired the personnel director who had hired them all. He’d even helped some of them get the proper work permits, and sponsored three of them for green cards himself. He was getting angrier by the minute as she asked him, “Shall we have that tour then?”

“I suppose we might as well, Dannah,” Donald said around his cigar as he followed her out of his office, smiling at the sharp look she gave him for using her name again. “We’ll take the elevator up to the top and work our way down if that’s okay with you?” He asked although he didn’t really care if she approved or not.

He gave her a very comprehensive tour of the hotel, his pride showing as he showed her the large penthouse suites remarking that all the big music stars stayed at his hotel when they were in town. As they reached the bottom floors, he guided her through the kitchens and the restaurant pointing out that one of her former patients was the head chef there. Finally he led her down to the basement which housed the laundry and house keeping rooms. “And in there is the maids’ changing room.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Anything else you’d like to see?” He asked her, his early anger completely forgotten as he enjoyed showing off his favorite hotel.