The 9:30 patient
The new patient was scheduled for 9:30. “Jean, 40 years old…” Just another case, she thought. But, as always, she refused to be misled by first impressions. She knew what he would bring: trauma, frustration, insecurity. Rosemary, however, wasn’t the type to offer hollow advice. She believed in rational solutions, not magic.
At that point, Rosemary had no idea the next patient would bring a story so bizarre that not even her wildest dreams could’ve sketched it.
She waited until 9:31 before calling him in. Yes, she knew — if the patient were anxious, that extra minute would feel like an eternity. When Jean walked in, she saw he was accompanied by a stunning redhead with blue eyes, who looked around twenty. The beauty, the posture, the body language, the elegant way she walked — absolutely everything about that girl impressed Rosemary so much that, for a few seconds, she forgot all about the office and the patient she was about to see.
Regaining control of her emotions, Rosemary turned her eyes to Jean, who looked about his stated age, although he was wearing a black Avengers t-shirt. His hair was barely combed, his pants too loose, and his sneakers clearly had never been used for actual running. “If he cleaned up a bit, he’d be quite handsome,” she thought. She was used to patients like him — men with boyish insecurities, struggling with women, rejected by some and easy prey for others. That was normal. What wasn’t normal was this guy being with that girl. He either did something very right… or something very weird was going on.
“In my schedule, it just says ‘Jean,’” Rosemary began. “I didn’t realize this was a couples session.”
“We’re not a couple,” Jean replied with a shy smile.
“So what are you, then?” asked Rosemary. “Friends?”
“Yes,” Jean nodded. “You could say we’re… friends.”
Rosemary began to speculate. Maybe it was one of those man-child stories where he had a platonic crush on the beautiful girl, and she, out of pity, recommended therapy and came with him. Or maybe some financial arrangement that had started to go wrong. Either way, she was completely wrong. Very, very wrong.
“Her name is Lumina. And I brought her because it’s important that she’s here. If she’s not, you simply won’t believe my story.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Doctor,” said Lumina, exuding a captivating presence with just two words.
“Lumina… what a peculiar name,” thought Rosemary.
“All right, Jean, take your time,” Rosemary encouraged.
“Well, Doctor, the reason I’m here is that Lumina can fulfill any sexual desire I have. And when I say any, I mean it. Nothing is impossible for her.”
Rosemary’s eyes widened. The first statement from a patient was usually surprising — but this went far beyond the usual.
“So, Jean, it’s fair to say you’re an incredibly lucky man,” Rosemary replied. “But what troubles you? Is the age difference making you insecure?”
“No, that’s not it. Lumina really is an amazing lover, but you don’t understand the scale of it. That’s why I asked her to come with me. Because if I just told you what happens, you wouldn’t believe it. You need to see it — so I can know if I’m actually sane.”
Rosemary gave a look of complete intrigue.
“I’ll tell you how I met Lumina. I was at an antique shop downtown. I have zero interest in old objects — I was there because the cashier is this gorgeous brunette, and I wanted an excuse to talk to her. I bought the cheapest thing I could find — a dull old oil lamp stuck in the back of the store. I paid for it; all I managed to say to the girl was ‘good evening.’”
“Okay, Jean, and when did you meet Lumina?” asked Rosemary, now genuinely curious.
“With nothing to do with the lamp, once I got home, I tried to polish it to see if at least it could serve as decoration. And that’s when Lumina appeared.”
Rosemary didn’t get it.
“She showed up at your house to help clean the lamp?”
“No, doctor,” Jean replied, slightly impatient. “She was inside the lamp. She’s… sort of a genie.”
“What?!” exclaimed Rosemary. “Is this some kind of prank? Are you recording this for the internet?”
“See? I knew it,” said Jean. “It’s truly unbelievable if I just say it.”
A bit annoyed, Rosemary turned to Lumina.
“So you’re saying you’re a lamp genie? Who appeared to him? And granted him three wishes? Sexual ones, apparently?”
“I wouldn’t call myself a genie, but I’m not offended if you do,” Lumina replied. “I was imprisoned in that lamp… long story. I had some rather insane masters in the past, and they preferred to blame me. Jean freed me, and out of gratitude, I now grant him sexual wishes. And not just three — unlimited. He can ask for whatever he wants.”
Rosemary seriously considered the possibility of a prank — or worse, a psychotic break.
“Why specifically sexual desires?” asked Rosemary, trying to see how far this would go.
“I’m the daughter of Erojin and Aphrodite. Sexual desire is my specialty,” Lumina replied without hesitation.
Rosemary took a deep breath, showing signs of impatience.
“Okay… well, you’re paying for this session. If it is a prank, you’ll need my written consent to post it online.”
“It’s not a prank. We can prove it,” Jean said. “In fact, I want to prove it. I need to know if what I’m experiencing is real or just in my head.”
Rosemary completely broke her therapist demeanor, now visibly annoyed and disappointed, as if her time was being wasted with childish mischief.
“Prove it how?”
“Let me make wishes and show you how incredible Lumina’s powers are.”
Rosemary nodded.
“You’ve paid until 10:30. Go ahead, show me whatever you want.”
“Before we begin, doctor,” Lumina interjected, “I should warn you: things are going to get very intense, very quickly.”
“I was trained to handle intense situations. Go ahead,” Rosemary replied, already exasperated.
Jean stood and walked to the window. From the upper floor, he observed the pedestrians — or rather, the female pedestrians.
“Please, doctor, come to the window,” Jean requested.
Reluctantly, Rosemary joined him.
“There are several women walking down the street. Pick one at random. If possible, a beautiful one would be better.”
Rosemary scanned the sidewalk. A brunette in a red blouse caught her eye. Athletic, shapely — very attractive.
“The one in red,” she pointed. “Would she suit you?”
“Yes,” said Jean. “Lumina, I want to fuck the woman in red walking down the street.”
Rosemary looked at Lumina, who didn’t appear to do anything. She turned back to the window — the woman in red had stopped walking, crossed the street, and entered the building. The intercom buzzed.
“Camila?!” Rosemary asked the doorman. “No, there’s no Camila scheduled.”
“I think it’s her,” said Jean.
“Her who…?”
Within seconds, the woman in red had entered the office. No time for shock — she walked straight to Jean, threw herself into his arms, and kissed him passionately.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed Rosemary.
“I granted the wish,” said Lumina. “I did warn you.”
Things escalated between Camila and Jean rapidly. She began undressing for him right there, completely nude in the middle of the consultation room.
“Guys…” said Rosemary, appalled. “This is a trick. A bad one. This is a clinic!”
“Sorry, doctor,” Jean said as Camila unzipped his pants and began sucking him. “This is what I’m talking about. It happens all the time. It’s real — this girl, she’s real?”
“Yes, Jean! She’s real! You’re having sex in my office!” Rosemary shouted, furious.
“This is nothing compared to what Lumina can do…” Jean tried to say as Camila went down on him enthusiastically.
“What is this?! Another girl you bribed into playing along?!”
Jean closed his eyes — the blowjob was deep, and he struggled to finish his sentence amid the pleasure.
“Doctor, what if Lumina summoned someone famous? Pick a beautiful actress.”
Sitting hopelessly in her chair, Rosemary sighed, wondering how far this would go.
“A Margot Ravelle-type?”
“Perfect. Lumina, I also want to fuck Margot Ravelle.”
This time, the lights flickered and a thunderous sound was heard. And suddenly, there she was — none other than Margot Ravelle herself, materializing in the middle of the office. Rosemary rubbed her eyes, speechless.
As Camila continued to suck Jean, Margot Ravelle joined them, kissing him fiercely. She undressed herself and Jean, initiating a surreal threesome right there.
Shocked, Rosemary walked up to Lumina.
“How did you do that?!”
“Well, first I teleported her from Los Angeles to here. Then I gave her a surge of sexual desire. And finally, I channeled that desire toward Jean and Camila. Voilà.”
“This is madness! Now he’s going to fuck both of them?!”
“All three of us,” said Lumina, undressing. “Because I’m joining the fun too.”
By now, Jean was nude, sitting on the couch, as Margot Ravelle devoutly sucked his cock and Camila licked his balls. Lumina joined them, kissing Jean passionately.
“Come join us, doctor,” said Jean.
“My professional ethics prohibit this kind of intimacy with patients,” Rosemary replied, still watching the scene.
“You don’t get it, doctor — it’s my wish!” Jean declared.
That was the cue Lumina had been waiting for. Silently, she cast her enchantment on Rosemary. In seconds, an overwhelming sexual heat surged through her body. Her mouth went dry. Her pussy burned. Watching the foursome in front of her, she felt the urgent need to join. She knew she wasn’t hypnotized — her mental disposition had simply changed. She stripped, revealing her beautiful body, pulled Margot Ravelle into a kiss, pinned her to the desk, and began eating her pussy.
“Doctor, do you believe now?”
“Yes, Jean — Margot Ravelle is here in the flesh. And in the pussy.”
The office became a symphony of moans and orgasmic cries. Lying on the couch, Camila rode Jean while he licked Lumina’s pussy. Lumina kissed Camila’s mouth and breasts with delight.
Margot Ravelle and Rosemary switched roles, now the actress eating out the moaning psychologist.
“Lumina!” Jean moaned. “I want to fuck Margot Ravelle.”
Margot left the desk and Rosemary, climbed onto Jean facing away, giving him a perfect view of her ass. She ground and twisted her hips, driving him wild. The other women rearranged again: Lumina was eating out Rosemary while she and Camila made out.
As his climax neared, Jean made one last request — well, the last that morning:
“Lumina, I want to cum in all of your mouths.”
Without a word, the four women knelt before him, faces close, mouths open, ready for Jean’s final pleasure. He came hard, shooting into all four mouths. Cum dripped down their faces as they licked one another, swallowing every last drop.
(…)
After the sex, they all relaxed. Camila dressed and went on her way. Margot Ravelle was teleported back to Los Angeles. Lumina, Jean, and Rosemary got dressed and returned to their seats to finish the session.
“Honestly, I have no words for what just happened,” said Rosemary. “It was intense. Incredible. I’m not telling anyone — no one would believe me anyway.”
“Did you enjoy it, doctor?” asked Jean.
“So much! Jean, that was Margot Ravelle, for fuck’s sake!” Rosemary laughed, unable to contain her excitement.
“Well then… that’s a lot to process. I’ll need time to organize my thoughts. But I will say this: be careful. Pleasure can be dangerous.”
“So you do want to see us again, doctor?” Jean asked.
“Yes. Next week, 9:30. And this time… I’m wearing my best lingerie.”
