He grins.

  “Okay, then I’m going to lay down on the massage table, and sweetheart, you’ll have to climb up so that you’re straddling me. Do you have anything under your robe baby? If so, now is the time to take it off.”

  My face goes bright red but I shake my head.

  “No, I’m not wearing anything other than this robe.”

  He grins.

  “Good, sweetheart. Let me just get this adjusted.”

  Brett fiddles with the massage table, pulling out two leaves to make one end wider. He lays down with his head comfortably positioned in the pillow and then gestures for me to climb up as well. I try to do so without being super awkward, but it’s hard given that the robe makes my movements cumbersome.

  “Alright, sweetheart. Now scoot up and put your knees on either side of my head, and then lower yourself down. I’ll use my hands to guide you so that you’re in the right position, okay?”

  I nod, my heart going at a million miles a minute.

  “Okay,” is my breathless reply.

  I climb over his body and my hands shake as I hoist myself up, careful not to put too much of my weight on Brett. Then I position a knee on each side of his head and his big hands circle my waist.

  “That’s it sweetheart,” he growls. Oh my gosh, what is he seeing? I can’t even imagine because my robe obscures most of his face, but it must be so dirty, with my glistening pink lips ready to drool right into his mouth.

  “Okay sweetheart,” comes his muffled voice. “Now I’m going to lower you down onto me. Just relax and find your center, okay? It’s going to be amazing.”

  With that, Brett’s firm hands find my hips and begin to shift me downwards towards his face.

  Holy cow. This is it. It’s really happening, and within a few seconds, I feel the touch of something soft against my nether lips. A stroke of something wet flicks over my nub and I shake silently. Oh my gosh, that’s his lips and tongue!

  Brett senses my growing arousal and growls into my secret space.

  “Now, I’m going to vibrate my lips against your pussy,” he rasps. “Let yourself go, sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy the ride, okay? Let your mind soar and give into the pleasure.”

  I can hardly breathe, but I manage a whispered, “Okay.”

  His lips then fasten to my lips and I almost lose it right there. Not sexual? I think. Is he crazy?

  But any ability to think flies out the window as Brett blows air between his lips, causing them to vibrate. He applies pressure to different parts of my sensitive folds and I cry out, my breasts heaving. Unbeknownst to me, the robe slips from my shoulders and now I’m completely nude as I ride Dr. Northing’s face.

  “Oh,” I cry out as he vibrates over my clit. “That feels so good!” is my breathless cry.

  My head flies back as I moan in pleasure again. Brett continues his focus on my clit.

  “Yes, right there!”

  “Keep riding,” Brett growls, his voice muffled. “Enjoy the vibrations, sweetheart.”

  He moves lower to my opening, and then his tongue darts out and enters me, tasting my succulent folds. I cry out again as juices gush, coating his tongue. It’s almost too much for me to handle.

  “Unh!” I shriek. “Oh god!”

  Brett’s hands guide my hips to move me slightly, giving him better access to my damp opening. His tongue continues to dance through my pussy, roaming over my clit and licking up the folds before thrusting repeatedly into my hole.

  “So good!” I cry out again. I’ve never felt this way before because something enormous is building within. There’s an indescribable pleasure in my pelvis and I clench hard, squeezing my eyes shut as stars begin to dance.

  “Oh my God, oh my God!” is my scream. “Oh my GOD!”

  My body convulses as my pussy walls contract furiously, hot nectar sliding out and down Brett’s throat. I scream repeatedly, bucking back and forth as every nerve catches fire, catapulting me into the Great Beyond. Stars spin before my eyes and I lose all sense of reality as I hurtle through the universe with Brett as my guiding light.

  Finally, reality comes back into focus and I blink slowly while trying to catch my breath. I lean forward and grip the edges of the massage table, my breasts heaving. Brett’s vibrations on my pussy slow and then stop as he chuckles.

  “Did you like that sweetheart?” he asks, still positioned right below my sweet spot.

  I nod, unable to speak.

  “Good,” he grins, giving me another tasty lick. I shudder and he slaps my haunches. “Because we’ll be doing that again.”

  My eyes fly open wide.

  “But aren’t I cured now?”

  He slides out from underneath me and I look at him, with his glistening chin and huge grin.

  “You’re cured, but like everything in the world, practice makes perfect, sweetheart. I wouldn’t throw you out on your own and expect you to perform instantaneously. I’d say you need at least a few more sessions before you’re confident enough to brave it on your own.”

  I stare at him, unmoving. More sessions of Face Time? With him? Yes please!

  Suddenly, I realize that I’m completely nude with fluids dripping down my thighs. Hurriedly, I pull the robe back on but not before Brett winks at me.

  “You’re gorgeous sweetheart. No need to cover up. I’m just going to jot down some notes.”

  With that, he sits on the stool by the massage table and pulls out my file, absorbed in thought. I glance down at his groin and and then gasp because he’s hard. Oh my gosh.

  “Are you okay?” I venture in a small voice, indicating his hard-on. “Um, should we do something about that?”

  Brett looks up, momentarily distracted.

  “No, sweetheart, that’s not how Face Time works. Face Time is about you, and not about me. It wouldn’t be right to take care of myself unless you agreed, and I don’t want to get into that just now. This was our first session, and I think it’s safer just to celebrate the breakthrough we’ve just achieved. Do you agree?”

  I nod dumbly. I’d love to explore more with Brett, but it’s obvious he’s decided the time isn’t right.

  “This was a good session,” he muses, still jotting notes. “We were able to achieve orgasm, and that doesn’t always happen the first time.”

  I’m shocked.

  “Really? There are women who still can’t after that …?”

  He nods.

  “Face Time is a targeted therapy, but a lot depends a lot on the patient. But I was confident about you, Chloe. I knew you could relax and let yourself go, and that’s why we were so successful.”

  I smile, feeling warm at his praise.

  “Thank you, Dr Northing.”

  He grins.

  “Don’t thank me, Chloe. It was all about you because in truth, you’re a very responsive and sensual woman. It just took a little bit of targeted energy healing, and now look where you are. Amazing.”

  I smile, happiness blooming in my chest.

  “I know. You fixed me, Dr. Northing.”

  He smiles but shakes his head.

  “Not quite yet,” he states. “We made a lot of progress today, obviously, but there are still a few more therapies to try before your body is fully in sync. There are still some “off” vibrations if you will that we should work on.”

  I cringe a bit.

  “Does that mean I’ll still struggle to orgasm?”

  He grins.

  “Not with me, you won’t, sweetheart. But why don’t we continue treatment and see what happens? After all, it takes a while to get fully in harmony, and one session isn’t going to be enough. I’m going to leave you now, but make sure to schedule some more in upcoming weeks, okay sweetheart? I’d love to see you again.”

  With that, he brushes his lips to mine, and we kiss passionately. Oh my gosh, is this part of the Face Time treatment? I don’t think so, but it feels right and my arms snake around his neck, pulling him close.

  “I’d love to see you again,” I breathe against his mouth. “We should definitely find ways to help me improve.”

  He smiles with a gleam in those blue eyes.

  “Oh, we will, sweetheart. You can count on it.”

  And with that, the physician leaves, shutting the door behind him. Meanwhile, I sit for another minute on the exam table, still trying to process what just happened. Holy cow, did I really …? Yes, it’s true. I did with Dr. Northing, and I don’t regret it one bit.

  15

  Chloe

  I’m still hot and bothered when I finally get home. It’s as if neither my mind nor body can turn off and I buzz with excitement, throwing my bag down and running to the bathroom.

  I stare at myself in the mirror. It’s still me, with the curvy body and curly brown hair, but it’s also not me. The new Chloe is flushed and excited, with a certain knowing in her eyes. And it’s all because of Dr. Northing.

  Who is this man? Frankly, I feel myself swooning at the mere thought of my handsome physician and everything tingles once more. To be honest, I still don’t completely understand how vibrational healing works, but it doesn’t matter. He can pump me full of his energy anytime.

  I pull out my phone, ready to confess everything to Maggie but just before I hit the call button, my fingers hesitate. What if she’s judgmental? I know that going to Dr. Northing was technically her idea, but then again, it doesn’t seem right to share. What Dr. Northing and I did was intimate and private, and I don’t want to blab it to my best friend just yet because she’d probably say Brett crossed a line.

  I toss my phone on my bed. It’s better not to reveal what happened, and I’m not ready to tell Maggie about my orgasm, anyway. I need to process longer before opening up about the therapy.

  Meanwhile, my laptop stares at me from my desk. Oh shit! I’m supposed to have that article ready for Victoria and I haven’t even started. Shit, shit, shit, what do I do?

  Fortunately, Glenda gave me Brett’s colleague’s contact information before I left the office, and I fumble with my phone before dialing. Here it is. Dr. Karl Desmond.

  “Good Vibrations, this is Noreen. How can I help you?”

  “Um, hi, is Dr. Desmond available?”

  I can hear the professional gloss in her voice.

  “No, I’m sorry he’s not. Would you like to leave a message?”

  Damn it.

  “Yes, I would. My name is Chloe Francis, and I’m a reporter at Women Weekly. I’m doing a article on vibrational therapies, and I’d love to get some quotes from Dr. Desmond if he’s available. If I could leave my number, that would be fantastic.”

  Noreen takes my information, and then I hang up. I hope he calls me, otherwise I’m going to have to ask Brett for another referral. But within a few minutes, my phone rings.

  “Is Chloe Francis there?” a deep voice rings out. “This is Karl Desmond.”

  Oh wow, he sounds sexy.

  “Hi Dr. Desmond. I’m a reporter researching an article on alternative healing for the magazine Women Weekly, a women’s circular that has a national readership. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your practice and techniques, as well as the theory behind them?”

  “Certainly. Ms. Francis, did you say? Would you like to talk over the phone or in person? I have a lot to say, but I’m good either way.”

  I smile.

  “Sure, because in person is actually better for me. Would you have time either today or tomorrow?”

  He chuckles.

  “Certainly. I’m free in about an hour if you want to come down to the office. It’s last minute, but I’m happy to answer any questions you have.”

  I smile. This is a lucky break in the article’s development. Maybe I’ll be able to meet my deadline after all.

  “Thank you so much. I’ll be by in an hour. See you then.”

  We hang up and I immediately pull out my notebook to write down some questions. I know a lot from my appointments with Brett, but I need specifics and I need good quotes from a reputable source.

  An hour later, I’m standing in front of Good Vibrations. It looks a lot like Sensation Healing because it’s just a regular building on the outside, but inside it’s vastly different. The walls are painted in bright colors and there’s some eccentric-looking artwork. How strange.

  “Hi,” I say to the receptionist, a young man who looks barely out of high school. “My name is Chloe Francis, and I’m here to interview Dr. Desmond for a magazine article.”

  The young man nods.

  “Oh, yeah, he said you’d be coming. I’ll take you to his office.”

  The kid leads me down a hallway painted neon green before knocking on the door at the end of the hall.

  “Hey, Boss, that reporter is here.”

  A deep voice responds.

  “Thanks, Jeffrey. Send her in.”

  The receptionist steps aside so I can enter the space. Once inside, I’m surprised to find eggshell colored walls, a simple oak desk, and not much in terms of decoration. What happened to the crazy coloring?

  A handsome man awaits, and my eyes go wide upon seeing Karl Desmond because he’s a virtual Viking. Thick blonde hair is brushed back, paired with cerulean eyes and a cocky grin.

  “Ms. Francis, is it?” he asks while holding out a large paw. “I’m Dr. Desmond. Welcome to my lair. Please, take a seat.”

  I settle into the leather chair across from Dr. Desmond. Are all frequency healers drop-dead gorgeous? Based on my sample of two, it definitely seems like it.

  “Thank you so much, Dr. Desmond, for taking the time to speak with me, especially on such short notice.”

  He shrugs. “Of course. It’s my pleasure, plus I’m going to get some free publicity from this. Women Weekly, you said?”

  “Yes,” I nod. “We’re one of the highest-rated magazines within our niche, and women of all ages subscribe to our publication. All of our pieces are available on-line too.”

  He nods, blue eyes thoughtful.

  “Sounds good. So what can I help you with, Ms. Francis?”

  I pull out my list of questions and my cell phone.

  “I was hoping to chat a bit about your work in alternative healing. Is it okay if I record this conversation?”

  “Yeah, sure. No problem. I don’t think I’m going to say anything damning.”

  I laugh, hitting record on my phone.

  “I’m not trying to catch you doing anything wrong. In fact, I’ve benefited from vibrational healing myself, and I think a lot of other people could as well. I just looking to author an informative piece for readers who have never heard of it and maybe put it out there as an alternative to traditional medicine.”

  He grins.

  “Well, that I can help you with. Go ahead and ask away.”

  I nod.

  “Great. So, how did you get into this practice?”

  “I went to a lecture in college accidentally,” he admits. “I thought it was my biology seminar but it was actually a session on Reiki. Do you know what Reiki is?”

  “I do, but can you tell me a bit about it on record?”

  Karl nods and launches into a pretty length spiel. It’s fine. I’ll be able to use a lot of this for my article.

  “Anyway, that accidental lecture opened up my eyes to an entirely different form of healing. I was feeling out of sorts with med school and I decided I wanted to change course. It took some time, but now I run my own practice and business is booming.”

  “That’s quite an origin story,” I say. “Can I ask what kinds of healing you do here at Good Vibrations?”

  Karl clears his throat before answering.

  “Like the name suggests, I focus on vibrational healing. That’s when you use different vibrations, whether through crystals, sound waves, or other forms, to help balance the body’s natural frequencies. A lot of illnesses happen when the body isn’t vibrating at the correct frequency, and my job is to get patients back to where they should be.”

  I nod, knowing all of this already. “What kind of illnesses can be treated this way?”

  “Anything, really,” Karl says. He begins to review many things I already know, although I listen attentively. This man really believes in his stuff, and I have to admire him for it. Passion is uncommon to find, and this man has it. Suddenly, I realize we’ve been talking for forty-five minutes and look up abruptly.

  “Sorry,” he says. “I can go on and on about frequency healing because it’s real. A lot of people don’t believe it, but it is, and I wish we didn’t have a reputation as quacks.”

  “It’s okay,” I say with a smile. “I get it because I was reluctant to try it at first too, but after undergoing a couple sessions, I’m a convert. You know that right? I got your contact information from Brett Northing, who’s a colleague of yours.”

  Karl smiles and I’m reminded how handsome he is again.

  “Ah yes, Brett. Always an asshole. No seriously, he’s a great guy, don’t print that. But I’ll have to thank him for the introduction. Did you have more questions? I’m always of service.”

  “Nope,” I say, shutting my notebook. “Thank you so much Dr. Desmond, for your time. I’ll email you the finished article when I’m done.”

  “Sure thing,” he says, getting up to shake my hand. “I always love to help a pretty girl, and feel free to reach out if you have more questions.”

  I smile and then depart his office. I do have more questions, specifically pertaining to the ins and outs of Face Time, as well as the finer points of sensual massage. For example, is Face Time a practice that’s commonly performed within the profession? Is Nuru massage? Is Face Time something practitioners do with every woman who comes in looking for the Big O? Or is it something therapists only perform with attractive women?

  But somehow, it didn’t feel right asking him these questions because the truth is, I don’t care if Karl Desmond is doing Face Time with every Tom, Dick and Harry out there. All I care about is what Brett is doing, and who he’s doing it with. I know it shouldn’t matter, but the heart wants what it wants, and suddenly, I know I have to ask.

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