Owning Her Shadow (for SuckerPunch)

[Winter]

Arlise had no protest against the doctor excusing herself, but hoping to offer her better than standing in the hallway, she started to interject. "You-"

She saw a string and an ass to die for and all other musing ended.

Both disappeared as suddenly as they had revealed themselves, but Lise's mind remained jarred nonetheless. All she could process for a few moments - while Mina continued to speak - was that she should count her lucky stars that the doctor faced the other way. Arlise's jaw had surely dropped to the floor, and she needed time to reel it back into place.

Arlise regained proper brain function by the time she should say something to Mina or come across as an imbecile, though her gray eyes remained rooted in fascination on the doctor's bare back. Very unlike... any doctor she had ever met.

She shook her head. Right, a properly functioning brain. She needed that to avoid appearing like a complete head case. A clear of her throat had her voice working, too. "Well, I wouldn't want you to only stand there. I do have some books you can browse if you like." Lise's arm raised for a gesture towards the shelf, but suddenly halted. She... didn't have anything too telling over there, did she? A few of her old English learning books in case of emergency, a handful of generic novels in all of her known languages, books on wrestling, on sports, self-help-

And a couple on bondage and... like activities. Oh... it was too late now, wasn't it?

Lise gulped and gestured towards the shelf before she stuffed her face back into the papers to hide her face as much as complete them.

The physical waiver, she continued to not-read, mind still occupied by the heated presence of the doctor. Once through with her "reading," she signed and moved to the next page, barely acknowledging the hint that today would involve any physical activity at all. The medical details she gave somewhat more attention; then again, she didn't have any outstanding medical conditions. Only once she reached the last section, her psychological profile, did she slow considerably.

The questions she took as judging her. Arlise knew they didn't; she still anxiously bumped the pen against the side of her nose as she maneuvered through them. She couldn't take forever, she knew, and she answered with honesty about her past psychological profile - easy, because she didn't have one. The redhead also didn't have any psychological problems that she recognized. She cruised her way along, past her initial hesitation.

Until her eyes settled on sexuality, and her heart began pumping.

Head spinning, the Belgian stuck her pin down to... Well, write. Seconds passed, with her debating asking whether she absolutely had to fill out everything on the page, before she decided that it would be much worse if she didn't. Telling, for someone in Mina's line of work.

She breathed, and a slightly shaky hand lowered. She forced it to write every word. Casual sex life. Partners often come from same line of work. Typically private, aside from some things that happened in the ring. Half-truths, all of them. And once she reached fetishes and deviancy, she struggled more. Finally, she settled on "Minor BDSM, Sex Wrestling." That sounded right, didn't it?

Lise didn't note the sweat on her brow when she put the pin back in place. "Okay, I am ready."

(This got away from me a bit...)

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi glanced over towards the books that Arlise indicated. She considered walking over towards the shelf. She even took half a step. Something which resulted in another sway of the hip and another bounce of her delicious derriere.

But then she paused to look over her shoulder at her client. "Kind of you to offer, but I'm not here for books, I'm here for you." She gave her a wink then and turned back away from her to leave her to finish her paperwork. And more importantly, blush, in the wake of her flirty comment.

Dr. Takemi was aware of the things she was doing. The thoughts she was instilling in Arlise's head. What seemed like wanton lechery was anything but. For starters, it was calculated lechery!

She waited patiently, taking note of the books on her shelf with a wry smile. My my. Books on submissive play and a wrestling mat left out. How subtle. The thought caused her to bite her lower lip in curious anticipation of the evenings appointment.

When Arlise called her attention back she returned to her side dutifully. She slowly settled in beside her and crossed her legs in a graceful, sultry swish of dress and creamy thigh. While Arlise had allowed for inches between them, Mina allowed for none. She made sure their bodies were in full contact as she received the paperwork back from her.

She pursed her lips as she absently paged through the dpcuments checking for signatures. In truth, she was distracted by the warmth and closeness of the lovely young woman beside her. It took all of her experience to hide her flush of arousal.

"Casual sex? With peers? In private?" She asked. Each question carrying with it more and more emphasis.

"Arlise, just what are you hoping to get from our appointment tonight?" She offered the woman a look of faux-disbelief. She'd allow her to stammer, or stall, or be honest. But only for a moment. She wanted her off balance... Not unconscious.

"You can relax. Everything is completely confidential and with your consent. You control all of this. There's no need to be nervous." She placed a hand comfortingly, perhaps, upon her knee. "That means noone will know about anything that happens tonight. Anything you say. Or do." She let the last word hang in the air.

[Winter]

Arlise believed she could breathe easy now that she had finished writing her tell-all. The doctor proved her wrong by sliding onto the couch with a closeness reserved for longtime friends. Her gray eyes did not immediately turn to gaping, but they didn't need to - Mina's presence, and curves against Arlise's side, were encapsulating enough to keep the Belgian's sensitivities entirely occupied for the moment. It took considerable will not to become wriggly.

The world didn't make other doctors like this one, and Lise had been entirely unprepared, she realized with a nibble of her lower lip.

The close contact almost distracted Lise from the doctor's reading her semi-intimate details, right up until Mina started blurting out everything Lise had written in the most telling section of the questionnaire. Her face grew a shade with every uttered question - and the doctor did a fine job of making her sound more like a freakish deviant as she went along reading - to the point that it almost matched her hair and lips. By the time the doctor peered over at her, surely thinking Lise a head case now, the redhead had partially covered the side of her face with her hand.

What did she... hope to get from the appointment? That was enough to make Lise drop the hand and peer back at the doctor, eyebrow raised as she searched for what that question might mean. She started to speak, thinking to ask Mina if she had been told why she scheduled this appointment - it wasn't her choice - but the doctor continued before she could conjure the words. And placed a hand on Lise's knee.

Lise was almost entirely unfamiliar with not knowing how to respond to someone - to even know how to act around someone. But Dr. Mina had her flummoxed. She blinked at the doctor, lips parted, like she was staring too long at the sun.

When she finally did speak, Lise realized immediately how little sense it made. "I just- this is not what I ever do!", she blurted, and for some reason, continued, lapsing back into French-speaker mistakes in her English as she went. "I haven't been talking about me! I am comfortable more- with just doing things! Having fun! Staying distracted! I don't ever worry about psychological things."

Realizing she possibly sounded a touch desperate, she reeled herself back in, and her eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry. I've been anxious about this all week. No one has ever told me I should have a doctor check in on me to make sure I'm mentally... I don't know... 'right'? I don't think or worry about it."

[SuckerPunch]

Mina smiled as Arlise's face went through all the colors of the rainbow. Her words were as coordinated as a cat on a rocking chair. She had meant to shake her up. But... Perhaps she had done too good a job. The physical contact, the vulnerability of exposing one's inner desires... Well, partially, and the presence of her undeniable arousal... All of these factors had conspired to make Arlise into a babbling mess.

However, as Mina allowed her to speak, she begun to express herself clearly. Dr. Takemi reached out for Arlise's chin as she cast her eyes to the ground. She'd place a curled index finger beneath it and guide her face to look back at her. The other hand would come to rest comfortingly upon the back of her head, to gently run her fingers through her hair as she guided her cheek to rest against her bosom. Assuming that Arlise did not resist, she would find her face pressed against the warm, soft flesh of her bare cleavage. It wasn't erotic, not necessarily. More motherly.

"Oh Arlise." She offered happily. It wasn't condescending nor patronizing but instead proud. "I am certain you are mentally... Right, as you put it. Or they would not have sent me." Mina's breasts smelled sweetly of strawberries. "I'm not here to fix you. I'm here to make you stronger. You're a beautiful, powerful woman. And beautiful powerful women have needs. And sometimes those things get in the way of their potential. Will you work with me to discover how we can best meet your needs, Arlise?" She continued to stroke her hair affectionately as she spoke. It was comforting, almost hypnotic.

[Winter]

Arlise expected near anything outside of what Mina actually did.

Stunned by a hand on her chin, Arlise was nothing more than a serious of confused blinking, hardly comprehending what was happening, until her cheek was pressed against soft, warm flesh. A place she had often been - quite recently in the ring and in her sparring matches - but never in this way. A thought flashed to her often-absent mother, but for Arlise, this contact was nothing like that.

...What was this? Her eyes widened, not from distress, but from complete bewilderment. Never once had she ever seen a psychoanalytic doctor on TV hold anyone against her tits.

Arlise hoped Mina's words would explain, but in fact, they perplexed her more. They... relieved Arlise, in a way, to hear that apparently, the professional on the matter did not appear to believe there was anything wrong with the redhead. But what needs did the doctor believe she needed fulfilled? Lise felt like she resided in a fine place in life at the moment.

Then again, she was failing in the ring. She gave voice to the question that followed, her tone curious, eager. "Do you mean... helping me be better in the ring?"

A tiny voice told Arlise that she missed the obvious, here.

[SuckerPunch]

Her smile deepened as Arlise appeared to find the whole situation as comforting as it was strange. Absently, her hand continued to play with Arlise's hair as she addressed her question. "Yes, in the ring. Though, ideally, outside of the ring as well. What we do in the ring is just an extension of who we truly are. Don't you think?" She gazed down at the lovely woman pressed against her body and paused to allow her to ask a follow-up question or to digest it.

Mina meanwhile took the moment of silence to appreciate the warmth of Arlise's cheek against her sensitive and soft breasts. The gentle tickling of Lise's exhales that teased down her generous flesh. Her nipples hardened under the strain of the sensation. Perhaps Arlise wouldn't notice. Mina hadn't, though she certainly wouldn't have been ashamed of it.

"There is a certain stigma that accompanies my field. That one must be broken or traumatized in order to see a therapist. That is simply not the case. The same way we go to the gym to strengthen our muscles, so too must we strengthen our mind. I believe if we work together, we can unlock your true potential. Work with me and you'll be making women scream in no time." She paused and considered her words. "As you said, in the ring, of course."

[Winter]

Arlise did not have the wherewithal to remotely doubt the doctor's words; she was dedicating too much brainpower to figure out at what point her psychological evaluation had led to her having her cheek against Mina's bosom. What little she could think about it, she decided she was right, anyway; the few wrestlers Lise knew who tried to be entirely different people in the ring always appeared to be reflecting more of the person they wished to be. Briefly, her mind flashed to her Titania persona, but her attempt to process it all proved feeble. She settled for agreeing, "That does sound right."

The Belgian still could not quite comprehend where all of this was headed, however, until Mina spoke again. Slowly, she processed, warding off the confused sensations coursing through her body long enough to do so.

Of most importance to the redhead was hearing that Mina wasn't here to fix her. That this wasn't some attempt for the LAW to pry and intervene with a young wrestler they had deemed crazy. While Arlise remained offended and flabbergasted that anyone might have thought of her that way, she almost heeded the part of her mind that had wondered if that wasn't the point of this appointment.

Mina indicated it was not. In fact, Mina did not sound like - nor did she look like - a doctor who had come here to push her glasses up her nose and judge Lise's intricacies. No... that was not what she meant to do at all. She was a wrestler as much as she was a doctor!

Arlise suddenly moved, straightening far enough that she could look Mina in the face. The always-present liveliness returned to her eyes and her upturned lips. "So you're not here to poke and prod at my head." Her voice lifted with hope. "You're here to... train me! Or mentor me?"

[SuckerPunch]

Mina met Lise's eyes as she freed herself from the comfort of her breasts. The move had left a distinct absence of warmth upon Mina's body that was hard to ignore. Mina knew that she was being somewhat overindulgent in having pressed Arlise to her body and so she defended against the impulse to frown.

Arlise's words helped. She seemed to be transitioning out of defensiveness and into bargaining. She sought to manipulate and reform her prejudgments into something that she deemed useful and worthy. Her walls were coming down, that is, if they hadn't crumbled entirely already. "I'm certainly not here to prod you. As I said, you're a beautiful, powerful woman. Together, we can hone that." She nodded then, confirming Arlise's suspicions.

There was something intoxicating and exciting about Arlise's eagerness and energy. There was a light in her eyes that many women in the industry didn't have. It was a catty sport. There was plenty of backbiting and bitterness to be had. But Arlise didn't appear to have a chip on her shoulder. In fact, her greatest disadvantage in the ring might have been that she enjoyed it too much. Both women were enthusiasts in the Pro Wrestling World. Mina was her peer, perhaps, but she was a relic of an age gone by. Her shine was beginning to fade. She had all of the experience, but a battle worn body. Whereas this Belgian Beauty's star was just beginning to rise.

She extended a hand to her. "What do you say?"

[Winter]

Arlise shook her head the whole time Mina assured her that she was right, a testament to the relief of a woman who could scarcely believe the LAW administrators. Wouldn't it have been wise to tell her that this was training rather than intervention? "Oh, I was so worried that... you know. That I would have to-" She paused, wondering if it was telling to say she didn't wish to start picking at whatever went on in her head. "-be treated like I was crazy."

That wouldn't happen in the slightest. This was an offer, Lise realized, once the doctor extended her hand. The redhead eagerly took it, and as soon as she did, a million more questions surfaced that she wanted answered. But back in her old promotion, and here in the LAW, she had regarded wrestlers who had trainers and mentors with a touch of jealousy. She doubted anything could sour her on the idea of having one. "I think I would be very happy with that," she beamed.

One question did occupy her mind when they completed their pact. Lise searched for the best way to word it. "So... they sent you for this? To train me? I don't mean this in a negative way, but there are lots of wrestlers they could have sent." She raised a shoulder; shaking this worry that people thought she was crazy was not especially easy. "But they sent you because you work with the head. So would this still be about... what I need mentally?"

[SuckerPunch]

"Excellent!" She clapped her hands and smiled just as excitedly as Arlise. It was incredibly difficult to work within the world of therapy if the client was not interested in the working with you. "I think we are going to make a wonderful team. " She added like a cherry atop her enthusiasm.

"That's right." She nodded, confirming Arlise's suspicions. "I'm here to help you train. To find a way to bring that razor sharp mind into alignment with that stunning body and finely honed technique." Mina couldn't help but look the woman over from head to toe as she paid her a slew of compliments. The anticipation of the hour to follow gave her goosebumps. It was an electric joy that made her fists ball up in anticipation. "But really, I suspect that it's about what you need physically, hm?" She offered with a sly smile before pushing to her feet.

"If you wouldn't mind terribly, I'd like to use your restroom before we begin." She wiggled the clutch in her hand. "I apologize for the timing, but I thought it was important to push through this initial phase. The time alone will give you an opportunity to consider my previous question; Which was, what do you hope to get from our appointment today?" She began to walk away, not waiting for Arlise's permission. She paused at the room's exit. "Tell me whatever you're feeling, that's what this whole evening is about."

"We'll begin when I return. I think you'll enjoy our appointment greatly."

The door to the bathroom closed to leave Arlise alone in her apartment. A few moments respite to consider the strange situation she found herself in. At the time, she'd had no idea just how strange it was.