Fiction: The Sex Addict: Penultimate Chapter

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Chapter Two: Life is a dot in the I of Infinity

"So how was your evening Doc?"

''Pretty good... '

Should I tell him? Should I ask him? Should I ask him if we ended up seeing the same woman? Was it a coincidence?. Jay sat on the couch in front of me. He was chewing a gum. The air of supreme confidence poured out from all over his being. Yet he sat there because he stood defeated by his inner desire that controlled him no end.

"Something on your mind?"

'Yes. But I'm not sure if... '

"If you can talk to me about it. Let's then leave that for another time."

'Okay. Let's begin the session shall we?... So how are you feeling this morning?'

"Pretty good. Had a nice time last night."

'Fantastic. So what did you do?'

"I spent a couple of hours with one of the hottest looking models in Southern California."

'Wow! How did you guys meet?'

"Online. I go to this website which has these hot models and actresses that provide escort services for fun and money."

'That's prostitution. Why would they need to do this?'

"It's good cash in there. They charge anywhere from a 1000 dollars to 10,000 dollars an hour."

'By golly! But why would you need an escort or a prostitute...'

Jay cut my sentence, "Providers."

'I'm sorry?'

"Providers Doc. Not prostitutes. Not escorts. Providers. That's the name call girls who advertise online are now known as. They are the providers and we the clients are the Hobbyists."

'Hobbyists? That's like...'

"Yeah. It's a hobby for us. Sex is a hobby. Sex with a new girl is a hobby - which we are actively engaged in. We are the hobbyists. They - the providers, providing us the means to dwell in our hobby and enjoy it."

'Jay. What I don't get is... why would you need to pay a pros... provider for sex, when you can get any woman you want via your strong attraction and seduction game.'

"Did you stop getting an erection on seeing another woman when you were in a serious relationship with someone else?"

'Yes. Of course, it's natural, Jay.'

"Yes it is Doc. It's natural to be turned on by an attractive lady whatever be your marital or relationship status. All I do is take a step forward towards working on the turn-on. I approach the source of the turn-on and quench my thirst. Most men simply step over the desire and walk away, but does that desire ever leave their body and mind?"

'Depends. But if you start following each and every desire there will be complete anarchy.'

"No there won't. Because for every Jay in this world there is an anti-Jay. Society is in perfect balance as designed by God or whatever the forces of Nature may be."

I was about to push further into this discussion, when I realized that it wasn't worthwhile. Jay was a master debater and it would be difficult to talk him out of his belief system that was laid on strong misled foundations.

One of the routes I followed for curing such strong personalities was to let them dig deeper within themselves... and empty them out of whatever beliefs, fears, desires and anything else that were deeply ingrained in them that formed the cause of their problem.

'So tell me about this model you met last night. You saw her ad and called her?'

"No actually. That's not how professional hobbyists play the game. After deciding that she was the one I wanted I went to research if she wasn't a ROB."

'ROB? You mean a thief?'

'Rip Off Bitch. Almost 80% of providers on the internet are fake. They come in take your money and run away. Sometimes they may point a gun or have their pimp crashing the door to enter your home to beat you to pulp. They'll then clean up your house of all the valuables and cash and whisk away. That's why it is important to check out if she is a ROB or not."

'How do you do that?'

"Well in this information age, there are websites that serve the purpose. Hobbyists all over log on to these sites and review a provider they have seen and give her points. "

'This is like too systematic!'

"It is Doc. You find a provider you like. You then go to these review sites and search for your provider. There you can find if she's good or bad or a fucking ROB. You also find what things she will do and don't and if she does all those things that you would like her to do to you. It's fucking neat."

'So what did you find about your model?'

"That she was an A in looks and service. So I called her and we met. I usually do Incalls and she was ok with that."

'Incalls?'

"Incall is when a hobbyist visits a provider. Outcall is when a provider visits a hobbyist."

'Interesting... please continue...'

"So I am at her door and ring the bell. She opens the door and I'm dazed by her beauty. She stood there in black lingerie. Nothing else. Green eyes, brunette, a body that was religiously sculpted out of a gym and a beauty that would leave anyone tongue tied. I bet you've seen her in the ads on television. Anyways she gives me a hug and takes my hand to lead me to her bedroom..."

'So you went in and had sex with the model in her bedroom'

"No"

'No?'

"No Doc. There's a process both the provider and the hobbyist have to go through before the actual act. I entered her bedroom and took out a white envelope which had money for the 3 hours I had booked with her. I placed it on her dressing table. It's to show that I have the money and it's there."

'Why a white envelope? Didn't she count it?'

"A white envelope to show I'm decent and know the unspoken code of conduct between a hobbyist and a provider. Also if she's a cop out to arrest me, the law has various loopholes to protect me, all because of the white envelope. I never spoke about the money, she never asked about the money. We just followed the safety code between providers and hobbyists through the white envelope."

'So then you get to the sex?'

"No not yet. A provider still isn't sure if I'm a cop. So she took her top off and showed me her delicious breasts. She took my head and slammed it on them. Case closed. If I'm a cop I touched her sexually and now I can't arrest her for prostitution."

'Pretty strong process you guys have in there. So I guess now you guys were pretty ready to do anything you wanted.'

"Yes, she stripped me and pushed me on her bed and closed her bedroom door. Her bed was huge, nice satin sheets, candle lights glowed in the room and there was this sweet fragrance of lilies all over the room. She climbed over me and started kissing all over..."

Jay's obsession with sex was taking him down a dangerous path. A path that led to self destruction. Either he would suffer from a STD or financial ruin that this obsession would bring him.

I was listening to the tapes that recorded our conversation as I took notes. In 5 sessions, Jay had told me stories about his sexual escapades. I now had about 56 stories where Jay picked up a woman from the bar or a club or a mall or went to a prostitute... "a high class provider" in his own words. I had been taking him deep, to reach the bottom of the hole within. But there seemed to be no end to this deep dark bottomless hole.

'So did you enjoy having sex with your model provider?'

"Very."

'Was that any different from the sex you have with other women?'

"Every sex act is different and unique. Each time. Every time."

'Was it better or not as good?'

"What do you mean?"

'I mean did you enjoy having sex with an escort/prostitute/provider than with any other woman?'

"Sex is sex. It's the elements within it. Your focus on any one or more particular element combined with the time of your focus, would be the answer to your question. So if my focus was on something kinky and I am with a woman that provides that satisfaction, then yes it was better than others. Even if it was 'any other women' who could help me achieve the objective of my focus."

'I see. So you had sex with this model provider and you left.'

"Yes. She was sleeping. So I took off. But it was funny."

'What was?'

'On the drive back home, I noticed one of her earrings had accidentally stuck to the arm of my jacket. It was an expensive one. Pure gold and had a carving of a nude woman sitting on a man's erection. Quite artistic I say.'

I stopped the recording machine and dropped the pad and pen on the table. I was tired. It was around 6pm.

I decided to check my emails before heading home. A warm shower, a slice of pizza and some Heineken would give me some good night's sleep. I needed one.

The second unopened email was a spam. But I had already clicked on it before I could move the mouse away.

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"I hope you had a good time darling."

She hugged me and kissed me on my lips.

'I did. It was the best'

"I hope to see you soon. Don't make me wait."

'I won't.'

I kissed her good bye and walked towards the elevator. It had been two hours since I had checked the escort site and browsed through the profiles. The girls were hot. They turned me on. I had an erection. I started clicking on more profiles. And then I saw Nadia Nikova. Nadia Nikova. She was named Supermodel of the year a few years ago. She appeared all the time all over the billboards, tv and newspapers. She was my fantasy girl. I had masturbated on her many times after my divorce. I checked her ad out.

5000 Dollars for an hour. I was stumped. She made 10 times the money I did. Gosh... but she was so beautiful. Was she real? You find a provider you like. You then go to these review sites and search for your provider. There you can find if she's good or bad or a fucking ROB.

I logged on to the review sites and checked Nadia's reviews. She was clean. I picked up the phone and dialed her number.

It all played out in perfect synchronization. She gave me her address. I landed at her door. She took me in her bedroom. I placed a white enveloped on her bedside table. And she made all my fantasies come true, taking me deeper and deeper into the fires of passion that I wasn't aware even existed in me.

And as I drove back home, I couldn't help thinking about her again. Nadia Nikova. The most beautiful woman I had seen in my life. And I had sex with her. I had sex with Nadia Nikova. I had sex with the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I couldn't help but smile.

I took my right hand off the wheel to scratch pricking feeling on my left arm. As I was scratching it I felt something on it. Metal. In the darkness of the car and without taking my eyes off the road, I used my fingers to feel the object stuck on my left arm. I pressed my fingers and pulled the object out that seemed to have stuck on my jacket.

It was an earring. Gold. And in the lights shone by the cars coming from the other side of the freeway, I saw that the earring had a carving of a nude woman sitting on a man's erection.

I slammed on my brakes and veered the car to the right.

The car stopped off the road.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be true. My heart was beating faster. I was desperately trying to bring some logical answer to this. This was now more than a coincidence.

I was having a tough time. Sweat dripped off my forehead. My heart was beating faster than ever. First it was the lady with a butterfly tattoo. Now it was someone whose earring somehow landed on my coat.

They both happened to Jay. And now both were happening to me. Exactly as Jay had described it.

What was going on? What THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?

My mind was racing, desperate to grab some answers. Desperate to bring some sanity.

I thought I was helping Jay. It no longer looked like that anymore. I wasn't curing Jay.

Jay was playing a game. With me. Jay was playing a dangerous game.

And he was succeeding. Jay Thakore was turning me into a sex addict.