I have been working hard at therapy, and doing my exercises at home for a month now. I feel almost as good as new, but I know that I still have some work ahead of me. I may be getting around better, and can do more stuff, but I’m not to the extent that I need to be to dance.

Betty has been letting me come in, three nights a week, checking ID’s at the door. There really is no point in it, considering she has someone for that job, but I’m grateful that she would let me work. It hasn’t really helped my mood though, being in the club and not being able to dance, really fucks with my head.

It doesn’t help that I haven’t had any pussy in over a month either. Being how that’s all my fault, I can’t blame anyone but myself. Stacey has made herself available more than once, but after turning her down, she finally gave up.

My mother can now stay at home by herself, even though she can’t go to work or drive yet, not having to have someone there all the time has really helped. Stacey didn’t waste any time trying to fuck me, after she found out she wasn’t going to be my employee anymore.

No matter what she tried though, I just wasn’t interested. Not to mention the fact that my dick wasn’t interested either. The damn thing barely got semi-hard, no matter the fact that it hasn’t had female contact, it wasn’t rising to the bait.

I would start to worry, if it wasn’t for the fact, that it works perfectly fine when I’m at therapy. Seems like I have a constant hard-on then. It would happen around the one person who has no interest whatsoever of fucking me, nor remembers fucking me before.

My flirting has no effect on her, that’s been proven. I’m not sure if it’s because we are at her place of employment or what, but that’ll be figured out today. I made my appointment, the last one of the day. I want to see if she acts any different when there isn’t an audience around.

“Dallas, I’m ready if you are.” Trina says from the therapy room door. Her hair is in its usual knot, and today she has on light pink pants, with a blue shirt covered in pink hearts. I almost want to laugh, but I know she’d think I was laughing at her, and not at her odd choices of uniforms. Hell, I don’t have any right to judge, my work attire consists of tearaway clothes and tight as hell underwear.

Standing up I start walking toward her. “I’m always ready for you.”

She acts like she didn’t hear me, but I know that she had to have. There’s no way that she couldn’t.

After walking into the room, I wait for her to tell me where she wants me. “Since you’ve been here a month now, I think we need to assess how you’re doing and see where we want to go next. You may be advanced enough to be able to move to the next level. We’ll know more after the assessment.”

I could tell her where I want to go next, but I don’t think that’s what she wants to hear. I will let her play this little game for a bit longer, but this charade ends today. I’m done being the only one who knows what happened between us. If she doesn’t remember then she will get reminded. If she does, then I want an explanation on why she acts like it never happened.

We go through a few of the sets, her asking how I feel after each one. I notice how much of a change it is, since the first time I did therapy, and I’m actually a little proud of myself.

“You have come a long way Dallas, but you still have a ways to go. I know that you probably feel like you are close to being completely healed, but it is very important that you follow the doctors’ orders. Doing stuff on your own, too fast, could cause a major setback at this point.”

I definitely don’t want any setbacks; this shit is taking longer than I want as it is. “Now that you have made the assessment, how does it look in regard to me being able to go back to work.”

Trina looks at me for a moment, without saying anything, which just causes my concern to grow even more.

Finally, when I don’t think I can stand it anymore, she finally answers me. “Although I know your biggest concern at the moment, is going back to work, and I get that. I think you should instead, be concentrating on getting better. I have told you that from the beginning. That is the most important thing right now. I can’t tell you right now, what the future holds for you. I don’t know, and I don’t want to tell you one thing, and then it turn out differently. You have to understand where I’m coming from here too, and you have to trust in the process.”

I nod, knowing that she is right. I have been more concerned about going back to work, than I have about anything else. I should be enjoying this little break that I’ve got.

“You’re right Trina. I’m going to worry less about work, and try to think of this as a little vacation.” I don’t know how easy it’s going to be, but I’m at least going to try.

“That’s a great way to look at it Dallas. I’m going to get the stuff together for the massage and ice, since we didn’t do as much today, we won’t spend as much time as we usually do on it.”

Well that fucking sucks, the massage is the best part. I walk over and climb up on the table, and wait for her to return.

She walks back over and sets the ice pack down on the table beside me, and starts the massage. I know when her hands are on me, she’s just doing her job, but my dick doesn’t seem to understand that.

I don’t even care about the fact that her touch turns me on anymore. Who cares if she does notice, it’s about time that she noticed something about me other than the fact that I’m her patient.

Trina has only been massaging my thigh for a couple of minutes, and my dick is hard as fuck. She’s adverting her eyes, looking anywhere but at my cock. That’s not going to work for me, this game has gone on too long already.

Sitting up on the table causes her hands to drop away. I spin around, my legs hanging off the side, with her in front of me. There is a look of shock on her face, as she starts to back up. Reaching out, I grab her arms and pull her back to me, placing her sexy body between my legs.

“Dallas, what are you doing?” She asks, like she doesn’t already know.

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing. Something that should’ve been done a month ago.” I answer, before moving my hand up to the back of her neck and pulling her to me.

She doesn’t resist, as I put my lips on hers. My hand at her neck, moves up, quickly releasing the clip holding her hair. As soon as the strands fall, my fingers are there, feeling the softness against my skin.

Kissing her a few times, I wait and see if she is going to pull away. When she doesn’t, I run my tongue against her lips, requesting entry. Her mouth barely opens, but it’s enough for me to slide my tongue inside.

The warmth of her mouth, the feel of her hair in my hand, and the way her tongue is feuding with mine, causes a moan to slip out of my mouth. Moving my free hand, from her arm, I run it down to the curve of her ass. I give her a massage of her own, as I caress and squeeze the soft cheek.

Pulling her closer, I deepen the kiss, and feel as her hands wrap around the back of my neck. She lets out a moan of her own, before abruptly pulling away.

As I catch my breath, she backs away from me, stepping out of my grasp. Easing off the side of the table, I step up to her, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. “What’s the matter? Why did you pull away?”

Trina starts shaking her head, “What the hell was that? We can’t do that. We definitely can’t do that here, and even if we could, it’s not going to happen. You are my patient, and that is highly inappropriate.”

Giving her a slight shrug, I let her know that I’m not concerned with that shit. “What difference does it make that I’m your patient? Do I look like I’m the type to give a fuck about what’s appropriate and what’s not? I want you, and you want me, that’s what’s important here.”

“No, Dallas, that’s not what’s important here. My job is important, and if someone were to find out about this I’d get fired.”

I can see the worry crossing her face, as she looks around, making sure no one seen anything. Her flippant attitude pisses me off. I get that her job is important, don’t get me wrong, but she’s acting like what just happened was nothing. Yeah, it was only a kiss, but I’ve wanted her for a while now. My dick is almost crying, now that I’ve had another taste of her, and she is just going to walk away.

Fuck this. I don’t have time for it. There’s plenty of pussy I could get, there’s no use in wasting my time here. I give her a little nod, and walk away, heading straight for the door.