Reid
As I stumble through the doors back to the bar, I almost trip in my haste to find out who this fucking delight of a woman is. As I approach the bar, Radiohead’s “Creep” is playing, and I notice the familiar skirt, blouse and high heels, but when I look to see who it is sitting there with one leg wrapped around the other, I almost stutter.
“Dr … Dr Mercy?”
Fuck me, it is her!
Her head snaps up to mine, and she offers me a small smile. Akilah places a glass of red wine on the counter for Dr Mercy, and it makes me think back to Scarlet. She always hated red wine. She said it was vile stuff. Once Akilah places the drink down, and Dr Mercy picks it up, Akilah glances my way with a smirk. I know that look. He’s just as taken with her as I am.
“Hey, Reece. I hope you don’t mind me being here? I know you said—”
I find my feet, racing towards the bar. “I know what I said,” I interrupt, “but … but … what was that in there?” I point in the direction of the fantasy room and await her answer. I sit right next to her, and something in her eye catches me off guard. “Scarlet?” I ask, forgetting myself.
She visibly sighs, leaning over to whisper. “Reece, we’ve gone over this countless times. You and I both know I’m not Scarlet. You told me yourself that she’s dead. The sooner you start admitting that to yourself, the sooner you can start to heal. This isn’t good for you.”
Fuck! This woman’s driving me nuts.
“But … but what the hell was that?” I ask again, needing the answer. I will never be able to get that image out of my head.
She is slightly gritting her teeth like she’s trying not to cringe. It’s very slight, but I see it nonetheless. “I don’t normally advertise these things, but I also dabble in therapy for couples.”
“Sex therapy?” I practically screech.
She dips her head, shushing me. “Keep your voice down. As I said, I don’t like to advertise that fact. I saw the couple struggling, and I thought you weren’t here. I guess I just wanted to help them out.”
“Are you a lesbian?”
She cackles at that. “No. But I do offer women intimate massages in some sessions. I don’t do many of those.”
“Do you make them come?”
Fuck, my dick’s getting stiff again. To make it worse, she smirks, causing my cock to jolt against my jeans.
“Isn’t that always the aim of the game at the end of the day?”
I gaze upon today’s tawdry, boring ensemble. She’s wearing a frilly white shirt. The matching skirt flows slightly past her knees, doing nothing for those shapely legs, which she obviously keeps hidden underneath.
Where the fuck did this woman come from? How can she look so drab in one sense, but also be the most captivating person I have ever met other than—
I break off my internal monologue and force myself to focus on the conversation.
“Do you do these massages for men?”
Dr Mercy crosses her legs, and I notice the slight rise of her skirt. As if knowing she’s being watched, she attempts to tug it down. It makes me smile.
“No, I do not offer these massages for men. Is there any chance we can change the subject? I came here to get away from work. Not to talk about it.”
“So, if I were to bring a woman with me for one of these massages, would you do it in front of me?”
She sighs, shaking her head with a smile. “You’re not going to let this lie, are you?”
My eyes widen. “Are you fucking kidding me? I just watched you wank a woman off, and you want me to drop it?”
She fixes me with her stare. “Okay. Let’s finish this. I only offer these sessions for couples who have been together for a long time and want to stay together, but find there’s something lacking in their sex life. I offer them a chance to reclaim it—that spark they once had. There’s nothing seedy about it at all.”
The laugh that escapes me doesn’t go unnoticed. She hooks me with those stern, boring brown eyes of hers—the same eyes, which, no matter how boring, still get my dick stiff. I seriously need to fuck this woman. Preferably tonight.
“My cock seems to think otherwise.”
I think she’s going to retort, but she simply shakes her head, picks up her wine, and slugs it down in one go. It gives me an idea. An idea that makes my cock strain harder than ever.
“Here,” I say, taking her glass, “let me buy you a drink. I’ll have one with you.”
I slide off my stool with my glass in hand and notice the slight nod she gives me. This woman is in so much fucking trouble, and she doesn’t even know it.
Once I walk around the bar, Akilah emerges from the back, looking down at the glass. He offers a hand. “Want me to sort that out, brother?”
Clutching at the glass possessively, I shake my head. “No, I got this.” I lean over to whisper. “You didn’t see a thing. Got it?”
Akilah offers me an amused expression. He places his hands up in surrender. “I don’t see fuck all around here.”
I nod my head. “Thanks.”
Immediately afterwards, a crowd of young men and women approach the bar making Akilah busy. The speech I just offered him is unnecessary, but I felt it only right to warn him that I’m up to no good.
Placing the wine glass in the dishwasher, I discreetly grab the tablet Akilah gave me from my jean’s pocket before grabbing two new clean glasses and placing them on the bar. With my back to Dr Mercy and everybody else, I plonk the tablet in Dr Mercy’s glass before pouring the wine. I wait for it to stop fizzing as I slowly pour my own drink. Once I’m satisfied she won’t notice anything untoward, I pick up the two glasses and head over to Dr Mercy with a smile.
Yes, I know I’m a cunt, but I’ve been dreaming of driving my cock into this woman since the day I met her. Now, after that little show in there, I’m practically obsessing over it.
With her glass set in front of her, I offer mine in salute. In about half an hour, the crowds will gather, the music will get louder, and I shall be busy taking my precious little doctor up the stairs to bed with me.
“Cheers,” I say, happy when I see she’s picking up her glass.
“Cheers,” she says back. I take a sip of mine, but she doesn’t sip hers.
Fuck. I need to hurry this along. I’m desperate to get in between those legs she’s fucking hiding from the world.
“Do you have any crisps?” she asks, looking over at the bar. “I’ve been drinking a little too much too soon and need something to help soak it up a little. I’m used to eating peanuts or crisps with my drinks.”
I smile at her. If crisps help her to drink faster, then hell fucking yeah, I’ll get her all the crisps she wants. “Wait here. I’ll be just a moment.” I get up, turning to walk to the end of the bar to fetch her those crisps. I search underneath the bar where I find multiple packs of salted Lays. I grab two, throwing them up onto the bar in front of her before peeking up to see her. She smiles brightly.
“Thanks for that,” she says, ripping open a bag straight away and wasting no time putting one in her mouth.
“Are you sure you don’t want a sandwich or something?” I ask, amused.
She shakes her head. “No, I’ll be fine with this. I’m planning on grabbing a takeaway on my way home. This will do for the time being.”
I take that as my cue to walk back around the bar and sit next to her. When I see her picking up the glass I almost laugh my excitement.
“Cheers,” she says again, waiting for me to pick my glass up. I’m only too happy to oblige. “Cheers,” I say back, taking a generous gulp. My eyes widen in delight as I watch her practically down half the glass. Man, my Dr Mercy’s a bit of a lush. A very sexy lush.
“So, how long have you been living in Marbella?” I ask in order to start some sort of conversation. I need to keep her here with me—at least until the drugs start kicking in.
She makes an attempt to say something but hiccups instead, letting out a little giggle. “Excuse me. That came out without me meaning it to.” She clears her throat, shuffling on the stool. “Erm, about four months, on and off. I travelled back and forth to Glasgow to tie up loose ends for a couple of months before I could really start practicing.”
I had noticed her certificates on the wall. She’s only very recently graduated from Glasgow University.
“You’re not married,” I say as more of a statement than a question. She doesn’t wear a ring, and I would think she would be the type to wear a ring.
She shakes her head. “No, not married.”
“Significant other?”
She smiles. “Sort of. It’s complicated.”
I lift my drink up, taking a swig in the hope that it will encourage her to do the same. She does. “Isn’t it always?”
“Yes.” She sighs, placing her drink down. “I suppose no one needs to see a shrink to know that relationships aren’t always as cut and dry as they seem.”
Cocking my head to one side, I’m suddenly curious. With my arms leaning on the bar, I get intimately closer to her. “So, what’s your story? You never know. I may be able to help—from a man’s perspective, of course.”
She starts laughing. “I thought I was the one offering help?”
Taking one of her crisps, I pop it into my mouth. “You may be my therapist, but you’re still a person.”
She lightly trails her delicate fingers up and down the stem of her wine glass. My dick comes to life all over again. “I know. It’s not a great thing. Just commitment issues.”
Remembering I’m supposed to be serious here, I answer, “On your side or his?”
“His,” she responds.
“He doesn’t want to commit?”
“Something like that.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe he isn’t the right one for you. If two people want different things, then perhaps they’re just not meant to be together.”
Glancing my way, she smiles. “You should charge by the hour,” she says, giggling and setting me off doing the same. It has been a long time since I laughed like that. Afterwards, I feel a sudden rush to my head.
Whoa, what the fuck was that?
Shaking it off, I answer, “Hey, I’m no expert.”
I watch as she downs the rest of her wine, making me do the same. She then turns to me. “Hey, is it hot in here?” she asks, pulling at her frilly blouse.
Now that she’s said that, I can feel it too. Jeez, it’s like the air con’s been turned off. It actually gives me a good idea. “If you want, we can go up to my flat. The living room’s always nice and cold.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re not trying to get me alone, are you?”
I laugh. “Not unless you want me to.” I put my hands up when she glares at me. “Scouts honour, I’m only asking because you’re feeling hot. To be honest, I’m feeling it, too.”
At first, she doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me for a few seconds. “Okay. Lead the way.”
She motions with her hands, so I get off my barstool, wobbling a little as I do. Fuck, that wine must be strong.
“Are you okay?” Dr Mercy asks, concern in her voice.
Shit, what’s wrong with me? It’s like I’m drunker than normal. “I’m fine,” I reply, trying to pull myself the fuck together. “Follow me.”
I make my way around the bar, hollering at Akilah as I do. When he turns, I motion to him that I’m going upstairs. The look on his face doesn’t go unnoticed once he spots who’s with me. He may as well have given me a wink and a thumbs up along with a “Get in there, boy!”
As I shake my head, I walk through to the back where the stairs are and attempt to climb them, but it’s like my legs have turned to jelly.
“Let me help you.” I feel Dr Mercy’s arm around me as she helps me up. “You’re not normally a drinker, I see.” She has the audacity to smirk.
“Hey, I can handle my drink. I can put it away better than anyone.”
She laughs. “Clearly, you have not drunk with a Scot.” I want to respond, but the words get stuck. “Where to now?” she asks.
Lazily, I point to the second door on the right. “In there.”
She attempts to drag me to the door, but the more she does, the more I become limp.
What the fuck’s happening?
“Keys?”
I point to my jeans pocket as I can’t be arsed to put my hand in there. Suddenly, I can’t be arsed to do anything. The hallway’s starting to spin.
“Easy does it,” she says, leading me into the room. I hear the door bang, so I assume she’s closed it. I’m now all alone in my room with the exception of Dr Mercy. This is something I’ve been dreaming of ever since I met her. And yet, here I am with the room spinning, and instead of wanting to fuck, I want to sleep. To say that I feel both frustrated and disappointed would be an understatement to say the least.
Furiously, I shake my head as Dr Mercy leads me to my bed. She places me down, looking me in the eye like she’s searching for something. “Are you okaaayyy?” she drones. It sounds as though her voice is hollow, like she’s speaking through a box.
I smile, but it feels like I’m grinning like an idiot. I try to reach out to her to touch her tit, but my hand falls limply on my crotch. It’s then that I notice my cock’s rock solid.
“You do this to me,” I mumble at her. She has to know that she always gets my dick stiff.
“What?” she asks. Obviously I have been mumbling more than I’d thought. I try pointing to my dick, but I can’t seem to raise my hand. Instead, my eyes droop shut, and I can’t seem to get them back open again.
Suddenly, I hear laughter. “Let’s get you into bed, lightweight.”
I want to argue and ask her who the fuck she’s calling a lightweight, but I can’t seem to say the words. I feel her gently guide me down, but nothing after that.
I seem to come to a little. I’m lying on my bed with no idea how the fuck I got here. I look around the room for Dr Mercy, but can’t find her anywhere. My eyes droop, but I want to get out of bed. My legs and my arms won’t comply, and my eyelids are growing heavier.
When I open them again, I’m still where I was, but I’m naked and my cock’s sticking straight up like a fucking rocket.
Again, I try to move, but I can’t. Everything’s confusing the fuck out of me. I moan, and that’s when I hear her voice.
Scarlet.
“Reid,” she says with a sultry voice, “you’ve been a very naughty boy.” I hear her laugh, but it’s like it’s coming from a distance somehow. “Why did you kill me, Reid?”
Fuck, no. Why is she here? Why is she torturing me?
I try opening my eyes to see, but my eyelids won’t comply. I moan again.
“Why did you do it?” I hear her laughter follow straight after. I feel like someone’s stabbing me multiple times in the chest. Fuck, this kills.
“Wakey, wakey, Reidey,” she sings. I feel a tap on my face which makes my head loll, but I eventually manage to pull my head back up and finally open my eyes.
That’s when I see her.
My vision is in red.
I am seeing the woman who haunts both my dreams and my nightmares.
Scarlet.
She smiles down at me. Her red lipstick is sexy as hell, and her green eyes are sparkling like diamonds. She’s naked, and by fuck, she looks good. Her hair is shorter, and the colour’s white.
“Reid, baby. I’ve missed you. Missed your sweet cock.”
She starts bouncing on my cock. Her tits are jiggling in perfect rhythm. I want to move—to hold her—but I can’t. My mind wills my hands to grip her, to force her down on me harder. I want to take control.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
I know this must be a dream, but it all feels too real. It all feels so achingly fucking real. I try to tell her how much I’ve missed her, how much I want her, and how much I need to have her back in my life—that I’m sorry, and I promise never to do it again, but I can’t get the words out.
Bending down, Scarlet kisses me on the lips before yanking at my hair. Again, I will myself to respond. Will myself to open my mouth, but my body won’t fucking comply. As she eases back up, she smiles again, throwing her head back with a moan. I’m feeling everything, but also nothing.
What the fuck’s going on?
“Come for me, baby,” she coos as she caresses my face, and it’s like my body is automatically complying with her every command. I feel myself come, but it’s like I’m also having an out-of-body experience.
I hear her say something, but the words somehow sound muffled. My eyes close again, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep the fuckers open.
I hear her sigh, and then I feel a dip in my bed. Soft music plays in the background as light-feathered fingers run up and down my arm. I’m not totally sure what the song is, but I could almost swear it’s “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson.
She caresses my face again, and I’m so desperate to lean into her touch. To smell her, caress her, and lose myself in her.
Then I feel her breath on my ear. “Sleep, baby. For in the morning, I’ll still be dead, and you’ll still be a fucking arsehole.”