By: gerrandom2009
When I was finishing my psychology degree, I dreamed of helping people. I loved the idea of being helpful, especially to women in difficult situations. So I started my career by renting a small space, and I called it “women's counseling”.
I invited different women in difficult situations. Women who were tired of the domestic family life. Women who were fighting with their boyfriends. I even offered counseling to women who were tired at work. I've worked very hard, and I've been successful.
In two months, I'd built up a real social club. It was no longer just an office where I talked to women. It became a real club where my regular clients could come to relax from their work routine or home life. They socialized with each other, they socialized with me. Almost everyone would talk to me one-on-one to vent. They liked the fact that they could tell me anything and I would not judge them.
I became more than just a friend to these women. I became an escape from their dreary lives. Our club had a rule of confidentiality. Anything that happens in the sorority house stays in the sorority house.
Everything was perfect. Except.
I interacted with a lot of women every day, but I began to notice pretty quickly that they treated me like a piece of furniture. I was a mechanism that they could turn on and off at will. They didn't ask how I was doing. They didn't care about me. I became a function that they were happy to use.
At first it only manifested in their speech, but the further it went, the more dangerous the situation became. Susie, for example. Curly, red-haired Susie was a very funny girl. She laughed at every joke. That was surprising, because a month ago, she was a gloomy girl. The reason for her failed marriage...
At home, Susie was waiting for her husband, who quickly became indifferent to his wife. She couldn't get a divorce because they already had a child together. So Susie was glad to be able to come to the women's club to get away from her worries. And she was acting particularly strange with me.
Now, the three girls were sitting in the common living room, playing some kind of board game. Susie and I were sitting in my office, and she was telling me how awful her husband was, and how tired she was of diapers and shopping.
- My feet hurt all the time, - she complained. - Why can't he take the car to the store? Why do I have to go to the store?
Irritated, Suzy seemed to remember the pain in her feet. She came in today wearing old sneakers, jeans, and a knit sweater. Homely, cozy... Susie suddenly started lifting her legs and stretching them out towards me. She didn't take off her shoes, and her shoes instantly left a streak of dust on my pants.
- Susie, let me take you apart! - I got excited and put my hands on her legs.
But Susie didn't seem to hear me. She made herself comfortable in the chair, and stretched her legs out farther, resting them against my belly.
- I dread to imagine what will happen on New Year's Eve. That pig, my husband, refuses to participate in the holiday preparations, - she told me.
Suzy complained and complained and kept wiping dirt from her shoes on me. I tried to distract her, but then I gave up. I don't care, I'll just shake it off. Suzy needed to talk.
But that was just the first chime.
The other girl, Anastacia, arrived an hour later. A tall, strong and strong-willed woman. Anastaysha worked for a large company, in upper management. However, even though she dressed like a man, Anastaysha was very feminine. Only her facial expression... She never smiled.
I motioned for her to sit in the chair, but Anastaysha walked past it. She walked over to me.
- My ass hurts from these padded chairs. I need something to force me to keep my posture. Otherwise, my spine will curve like yours, - she added.
I was sitting on a low chair, and when Anastacia came over to me, I was forced to look up at her. Anastaysha looked up at me and lifted her foot and placed it on my thigh. Abruptly pushing off, she stood on my thighs with both feet and began stomping in one place, turning around. It ended with Anastacia sitting on my shoulders, letting my head between her thighs.
- There, that's different, - she sighed contentedly. - So, about my job. I had to fire my secretary again. That bitch...
While Anastacia complained about her subordinate, I was forced to play the role of her chair. She sat on my shoulders, and she stained my pants with the soles of her high boots. I was glad Anastacia's shoes were heelless, otherwise it would have hurt, but I still bit my lip resentfully as I watched the dirty stains remain on my pants.
Fortunately, Anastaysha wasn't talking as much as Suzy, so there was a pause in our conversation. I dared to ask.
- Anastacia, why didn't you let me undress you?
- Why would I? - She was genuinely surprised. - You wanted to give me a foot massage?
- Honestly, I wanted to keep my clothes clean, - I chuckled embarrassedly.
- Oh, come on. Why would you want to look good here at our sorority? We don't see you as a man anyway, and I'm too lazy to take my shoes off. The buckle on these boots is so heavy! Look...
Anastaysha leaned back and, placing her foot closer to my stomach, began to yank on the zipper. She was complaining about the clothing manufacturer. Complaining that she wasn't getting paid enough to buy brand name clothes. In doing so, Anastaysha completely ignored my remark about the cleanliness of my clothes. She also humiliated me!
Later, when Anastaysha left, I was shaking it off in my office again, and pondering her words. Why hadn't I noticed it myself? All these women.... I wasn't trying to flirt with them. I wanted to be their friend. How come they stopped seeing me as a man?
In general, I wouldn't have cared, but Suzy and Anastaysha's behavior bothered me. I needed to talk to them about it. Except... There was a knock on the door, and Anastaysha peeked into my office.
- Harry, come in here. The girls and I have something we want to show you, - she asked.
Interested, I walked out of my office and noticed that four girls, including Anastaysha, were standing in the hallway. They had their shoes on, and were looking in my direction with smiles.
They had their shoes on, but they weren't going to leave.
What the hell are they up to...?