The Therapist
 
By: JoeBurp22181
 
 
Johnathan Costelo was a middle aged man of thirty years, italian by birth but born and raised in New York. He had dark brown hair and enjoyed dressing up in pinstripped slacks and a black pinstripped suit, footware naturally being black Dockers proStyle shoes, since they were cheap yet still looked nice and dressy. He was a fairly attractive man, though where he lived not a lot of people lived on that side of the track from the middle of no wheres. He lived in the smallest possible city of all New York, yup you guessed it Sherrill city in Oneida county New York, the population of a mere three thousand one hundrit and tirty seven peoples. Needless to say his house was far apart from many others, his dad taught him to keep to himself, "Cuz dem utter peoples is troublez boy, yuh hear me!", Ringed the ever present echo of his fathers voice every time he pondered about being with a significant other. Dad had passed away at the ripe age of sixty sevenz not long befowre Johnny got his job at the Walmart. His mother died in a car crash when Johnny was five. John now lived alone by himself in a quadroplex apartment in the same neighborhood he grew up in, now of course between the new renevation of society and growth all built up through and around the surrounding areas his roots looked nothing like they used to and believez it or not in 2012, the shittiest of shit places still costed five hundrit bills a mont to rent. "What shmuk came up whit dat idear!" John thought to himself. (End of New York Accent portion of the story)
 
 
Though he completed his high school education and received a diploma from his local highschool he never aspired to anything above that in higher education, and never continued his education at a university. He'de been working a dead end job for the past fifteen years, but even after all this time he made nearly only just over minimum wage, despite how hard he had worked for Joe the local floor manager of his department. He was about a month away from a raise and change of position at a local Walmart where he lived. But due to the new rough economy under the Obama reign of terror, the local Walmart now had to downsize its higher ups to make ends meet for the taxation nation. (Since all Obama wanted to do was take the well to do peoples money and somehow punish them, then that was somehow going to make things right in the economy. Tic toc, Tic toc, nothing ever changed. And here we sit at the present in 2012, now back to the story.) So his boss was canned without even a thank you or a pardon, he was given mearly a day to pack things in boxes and "get the hell out" of his area. Sorry, but this aint one of those happy ending stories, where people give two cents a shit about someone else, Joe knew people had it out for him, and the head of the corporation Jim Knolten decided that rather than having more whining and bitching from other people around the office, that it would just be better to let him go.
 
Unfortunately for John, the position didn't open up for him on the sales floor, rather, a snide little bitch by the name of Rabecca Romerez got the job. One would not have to wonder why. The corparation manager was a shabby little slobby-pig-headed-man-slut. He already sold his soul to the devil years ago and decided not to give a shit about anyone or anything but profit. He had no heart, he had no soul. He looked down at woman every chance he got, seeing them as nothing more than mere eye candy, and a chance to make better sales around the store. We all know sex sells and if you can put a sexy woman behind a product that product is a lot more likely to sell than without her behind it. I mean don't get me wrong John wasn't a bad looking man, he just didn't have a nice pair tits and he wasn't very strong in the outgoing department. He mainly kept to himself because Jim didn't like people talking on their cell phones or even his employees talking to each other regularly. He felt it took away from the productivity. Though somehow, you guessed it, Jim let Rabecca talk on her cell phone all she liked, he liked to listen to her speak because he liked the way her body and voice sold his products and the way she sounded when she spoke. Didn't hurt she had a nice ass, a pear shaped figure and ample breasts to boot. Combine that with a pretty little upturned nose, brown flowing hair and big brown eyes, caramel skin tone flowing out from under her non-clothed areas. She loved stilettos and black nylons. She wore rave red lipstick and deep earth brown eyelash and eyeliner. She was every mans wet dream.
 
One day whilst minding his own business on the production floor, John was phoned into the meeting room with his hand held walky talky by the new head manager of his department Rabecca. To his dismay Rabecca was waiting there in a chair with a large stack of paperwork in a blue manilla envelope. John's heart began to race, as he started to feel despair. Though he was fully justified for these feelings as they soon became a forshadowing of the realty which would became his new life. Without further delay Rabecca in a condescending tone began to speak to John. "John, I decided to call you in here rather than just give you a black slip. You were called in here so I could personally tell you that you are being terminated of your employement here at Walmart IMMEDIATELY." "Jim regrets to inform you that due to this early termination, you will be receiving no severance pay, no life insurance and you will be receiving no retirement." "All of your 401k plan and your shared stock benefits will be going to me instead." (hmm wonder how she worked that one out... damn little slut.) Staring directly into John's eyes she gave him a perky smug little grin and curtfully and mockingly handed John this blue manilla folder that her and Jim had prepared earlier that week. It contained all of Johns walking papers, all of the made up testified statements and all of the phony accusations. Last but not least towards that back of the portfolio the folder contained all of John's denied pensions. Not even bothering to say goodbye Rabecca abruptly got out of her chair and headed back to the production floor feeling fully content and satisfied with herself that she had just crushed this young mans life.
 
John just sat there in the quiet meeting room for about thirty minutes staring at the floor barely blinking. Pondering and trying to take in all that he had just heard combined with his own thoughts about his future and all of the things he had accomplished in the past at Walmart, now came to an abrupt train crashing halt, as to the now it all ment nothing. With a deep sunken heart and nothing left to say John walked over to his old working area. He didn't have many possessions, Jim made sure of that, the majority of all the things John worked with all belonged to Walmart. Not needing to pack anything, John put his suit jacket over his right arm carrying his lunch box in his left hand slowly walking away from Walmart never to return again. He held his head low, so deep in thought, his mind was almost seperated from existence. Feeling as if his mind and body and soul were at that moment literally three different things. Even though he was on the right side of the main isle walking ever so slowly, by happenstance this stupid fat careless bitch came from nowhere ramming around the corner with her head turned down texting on her new blackberry phone. With her pudgey fat fingers not hitting the keys she wanted, she continued hull-assedly down the path on the wrong side of the isle. She was so thoughtless and careless about where she was that she SMASHED with a CRASH right into poor old John. Being just the weight of an 160lbs man, the steel that came towards him like a freight train of blubbery hell hit him at nearly over seven miles per hour. The concussive force from the cow combined with the racecar cart knocked John flat on his ass. He landed so hard and so fast that he didn't have time to stop his head from crashing down onto the wax smooth tiled floor with a crack, giving John a slight concussion knocking the wind out of him. It took a few minutes as the bells of reality resituated him with his surroundings, the ringing that began to stop in his ears was replaced through transition slowly turned into that of the sound of a bitch of a womans voice. The large woman had been staring directly at him for the two minutes he was incoherant. John just now barely able to hear the bitchy mouth of the cow move to the tone of threatening curse words. He amazingly helped himself back up from off the floor limping nearly falling over on his way to a nearby bench.
 
Of course the customer "he had ran into" was a huge lard ass with a nasty attitude, kind of like someone you would see on the Walmartpeople.com homepage. He looked up into her face as he tried to regain composure from his pain only to hear her rage out in fatbitchian. "You really outta look where your going you fuckin asshole, you crushed my bread, I outta smash your little head." Of course, this wasn't the end of it, she wasn't ABOUT to let it go. In the name of the rights of all fatbitchians everywhere and the rights stated in the fatbitchian bible she yelled out for help for a nearby floor manager demanding that they were to IMMEDIATELY get the corporation manager before she "fuckin sued the whole damn place." Without any further delay Jim arrived to the scene, and rather than asking John how he was doing and giving a shit only about dollars, he asked the poor cow if she was alright continuing to eye John evilly acting like he had commited a federal offense. While John who was still trying to hold the pain inside that he was feeling, unbeknown to himself, the fat bitch who was on the wrong side of the isle had ran into John's shin so hard that she had fractured part of it and sent the bone in splinters causing shin splints on his right leg.
 
The cops arrived to the scene only minutes later. Rather than taking John out in a splint on a stretcher the cops cuffed his arms behind his back and began stating him his miranda rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to be speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." Without further delay they drove John off in the cop car to the Oneida County Jail. Normally someone gets a phone call before they are booked in for the time they are there, but John really had no one he could contact. So they took him straight through the main lobby right into a holding cell. John just sat there, bewildered at the whole experience. Unbelieving yet silent, he blankly stared at the wall for what seemed like eons of time. He reminisced and repeated the story of the events that unfolded prior that day continually in his head. Muttering under his breath speaking to himself he started up again, "Did the whole fuckin world just go insane or am I stuck in the middle of crazy-psycho-retardville?" Believe it or not the place that he had been stuck into for the rest of the evening didn't even have a cushion a matress or even a pillow for comfort. Eventually John got so tired that he curled himself up on the cold bench inside of his cell with only his suit coat as a pillow.
 
No sooner than John finally fell asleep did he hear the rat-tat-tatting of the jail guard's police baton on the side of his prison bars. With a start John rose up quickly from his slumber, completely forgetting about his injuries."Ah shit!" he accidently yelled out loud from the pain. The guard grimmaced and just snickered saying, "Believe it or not you useless woman beater, someone has posted your bail and they want to meet you out front, so get your shit ready and get out of my jail before I change my mind and up your bail fees." John got up as quickly as he could and slowly limped over to the prison gate, the guard unlocked it, the guard getting behind John shoving him, nearly knocking him over as John continued his way to the exit waddling and limping down the corridor with no support. He saw the exit door in front of him near the clerks desk. The lady who had posted his bail was certainly beautiful yet was unrecognizable to him, as he pondered how he could have possibly ever met her before.
 
Once past the inner jail door, the woman led john to the exit door and out into the parking lot, supporting him by moving her arm under his arm supporting half of his weight to try and take some of the pain off of his injured leg and slowly walked him to her Mercedes Benz that was parked out front. Meranda Smith wasted no time to explain who she was and why she had posted bail for John. "You may not know me but I was there in Walmat today, and I watched the episode unfold, I was dumbfounded I couldn't believe my eyes, I can't believe how horribly they treated you. I was too far away from where you two were so I didn't have time to race and help you, I just stood there shocked at the whole experience. I cannot believe how you kept your composure the whole time, I just don't think I could have had the same amount of patience what that fat lard of a woman." "Then what happened to you next was beyond me. The store manager was actually having you arrested, FOR WHAT?, trying to put a poor useless cow out of her misery, and hell it wasn't even your fault." "I ran over to where the corparation manager was and demanded that he told me where they had taken you, I couldn't get a word out of him, so I raced out to my car, I didn't even remember my groceries, I just listened to my heart and I knew right away where they had taken you, I rushed over to the jail they had hauled you off to but when I got to the prison door the clerk made me talk to the jail guard who in turn was very rude and wouldn't give you up despite all of the pleading I had thrown at him." "Finally I told him I would post your bail if he would just let me see you, so here we are John, my name is Meranda Smith by the way." "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." John sat there with a shocked look on his face, amazed that someone was finally taking his side and having pitty on him, and lowered his head and began to cry, trying to fight back his tears, though for the life of him he couldn't and began to cry outloud. Thoughts of his past came streaming out of his mind like crashing thunder at what seemed like over an hundred miles per hour, about his parents deaths, about never being with another woman, about losing his job and being assulted by a fatbitchian and then arrested to top it all off, it was too much for John to take in all at once."
 
Meranda let John take his time, he needed the release, eventually John calmed down. Meranda patiently and kindly waited for him to speak. With a bright red face and a few sniffles later John began to speak to Meranada. "Thank you so much for having compassion on me, I haven't felt like anyone cared since my mom passed away, my dad used to beat me and told me I was worthless, he made me stay away from my girlfriends in highschool, telling me that I would never amount to anything in my life." Meranda quietly and sadly replyed, "My poor dear," holding her hand to her chest in her dismay, "I had no idea that you had had it so rough in your short life and I am more than honored to help such a deserving soul as yourself." "I am going back to my house, I will worry about the grocieries some other time, and if you like, you are more than welcome to call my place home until you can get on your own two feet again." John couldn't believe his luck. This woman who had saved him from the clutches of the law and his horrible circumstance was also willing to in the near future care for him until he could care for himself, he was beyond words and for the lack of better stammered back to Meranda, "I ... I.. I don't know what to say (shaking his head slowly speaking quietly) ... thank ... thank you very much." Looking down while he said it. Meranda reached over to Johns lowered chin slowly lifting it up until his eyes were eye level with hers and replied, "Of course my dear... of course."
 
They finally arrived at Meranda's house. They had been driving for quite some time, she lived deep within the city, in fact she lived just outside the outskirts of New York City, New York. John couldn't believe the house she lived in. Hell it wasn't it house, it was more like a manson. Meranda could tell John had a loss for words as he continued to stare open mouthed at her home. "The Sirianni residence used to belong to my father William Sirianni, he has long since passed away, and has left all of his estates to me, his oldest daughter." "My mother also passed away from me when I was very young, a careless drunk driver took her away from my father." Meranda said. (John also learned that Meranda was in her late fourties and had a sister who was thirty-one years old who was a therapist... chance that he said to himself) Meranda continued speaking to John, "Though he never took it inwardly and for that I am grateful, he was such a wonderful influence for good in my life, such a kind and caring father, he raised me through my adolecence to my adulthood, he was truely heaven sent." Moments later she said "Well, no need for delay, lets get you situated my dear." They proceeded to walk towards her manson, she pulled her key from her purse. He noticed the key looked very old fashioned, it was large and made with pure gold. As interesting and fantastic as it seemed, with one right click inside the lock she opened the door, revealing the white interior of the inside of her living spaces. Though the mansion only housed one floor the floor was immense, immense enough to have a resonating sound added to the walls when ever someone spoke inside her home.
 
"Now then John, the guest quarters will be over here on our left, please take your time and make yourself at home, our maid will have dinner ready in about fifteen minutes." John smiled brightly and nodded his head, slowly closing the door of the room he was so generiously given to stay in. Amazed at this rooms furnishings, he immediately noticed the tall dressers it had in it, with the large vanity mirror adjacent from the place he was to sleep which was in itsself a master bedsuite, kingsized bed. Opening the dresser drawer he was closest to, he noticed the drawers had all the clothing he would need to be in formal and informal ware. He wondered to himself if these were the clothings of Meranda's passed father. They certainly were nice, none of the materials were cheap. Without further delay he changed out of his clothes as fast as he could, though his bruised up leg still made it hard for him to fully rotate his extremities. He made his way to the closet and noticed there were fine slippers that were made specifically for walking through the halls of this wonderious house. Being dressed in evening attire with some slippers he had choosen from the closest he turned out the light and shut the door lightly preceeding out of it heading back to where he had first entered this lavishly furnished home.
 
"You look asolutely darling in those clothes my dear, if you were wondering they belonged to my late father." "Let me lead you to the dining area, dinner is on now, I would love to treat you to my favorite rumproast steak, garlic mashed potatoes and sauteed vegetables. Our maid really is something she remembers all of the recipes my mother used to cook before I was born." She gently guided John to a place he would sit down adjacent to where Meranda would sit. Knowing a few manners he had remember from his asshole of a father (believe it or not his dad was a player and a ladies man, thats how he conned Johns mudda in da first place) , he let Meranda sit down first, then he proceeded to sit down himself. Within moments of their sitting down and getting situated, the maid neatly placed the food on the table that she had so seemingly effortlessly prepared. The food looked absolutely amazing, the best food John had remembered was the local Mcdonalds and the local Subway inside of the Walmart where he had prior to worked. His boss was a stingy asshole and of course would never let him have more than two fifteen minute breaks even though he had worked ten hours a day. So all John had past ever been afforded in time to eat, now eating in this paradise with no rushing, no scheming, no clock... just quiet refined bliss.
 
After John had gotten his fill, he delicately wiped his mouth with the fancy dining apron which had been placed at either side of the table for both of the guests by their lovely hostess. When Meranda had received her fill she began to speak to John again. "I am glad to see that you were able to enjoy yourself my dear, it is the least I could do for you." "Tomorrow if I may I would like to introduce my sister Nicole Johnson to you." "She is the sister I was telling you about that practiced counseling." "For all of the abuse you have gone through in your life, I am sure you could use a kind helping hand like hers." John replied "I would like that a lot Mrs. Smith, thank very you kindly." Meranda replied, "Please just call me Meranda my dear, Mrs. makes me feel so old." she responded in light laughter. "I am sorry, Meranda, I didn't mean to affend, you have been so kind of me." Meranda responded, " Oh, no worries my dear, it is simply a formality." "Thank you for taking the time to speak openly with me this evening John, it was very nice to meet you, you are welcome to excuse yourself and freshen up for bed."
 
Standing up John waited for his kind host to leave the table, he then headed towards his place of slumber layed down and got settled in and fell into the most blissful sleep he had ever remembered. Morning came, John had never before felt so rested in all of his life, ever so thankful to the kind lady that was hosting him. John noticed that the maid had placed some icey hot and some ace bandages out on the nightstand for John's use. Not wanting to keep her waiting he shit showered and shaved, and quickly applied the ice hot to his leg, wrapping the bandages around his leg before dressing himself up for the day. As kind as she was John still liked his old Dockeys, so he found some matching clothes to go with them. He straightened the guest chamber bed threw all of his dirty laundry into the hamper and proceeded out the door to the main lobby area where he had first stepped into the house. Meranda lightly smiled at him guiding him out slowly, then locking her door with the large golden key, they both proceeded out the door down her large pathway. John holding his arm out like a gentleman, Meranda graciously excepting this well mannered young mans arm set out before her. While Meranda unarmed her car John took this time to quickly grab the drivers side front door and opened it for her letting her inside, he then lightly closed it after her. When they were both situated in the car she proceeded to drive into the city where she knew her sister Nicole had worked.
 
While waiting in the lobby Meranda and John read a few magazines that were left for the local clients in the waiting area. When John heard his name, Meranda got up with him and slowly they were led back to the counseling office by the receptionist, the receptionist knew Meranda knew the formalities and so went back on her way to helping other clients. "John, this is my sister Nicole, Nicole John." Nicole replied, "JOHN, so nice to meet you, you weren't at all what I expected, you are so young like me, it feels nice to finally have some clientele that is my age," she lightly giggled. Meranda replied, "Well this is my exit John, I wish you well and I will see you soon, it was very nice meeting you my dear." (very nice meeting you?... where was Meranda going?... what was going on... well no matter... Nicole seemed like a nice person John thought , and then thought nothing more of what Meranda had said) Nicoles beauty surpassed that of even Meranda's maybe if the only reason being because she was fifteen years younger than her, they were both stunning and gorgeous though he couldn't put his finger on it yet, they didn't really seem to share a lot of the same resemblances you would normally see from sister to sister in a family.
 
"It's very nice to meet you John. I am here today to try to put the past behind you the best way I know how, I am aware of your circumstances, my sister went over briefly with me what you two had discussed earlier yesterday." The two talked quietly for quite a while. After John got comfortably situated on the offices LaZboy recliner, Nicole began her counseling routine. Nicole began to stare deeply into John's eyes, almost as if hypnotically. "Take a deep breath and think into your inner most frustrations, what made you feel vulnerable, what scared you, and what did you miss most about your prior life." "I want you to ponder deeply on these thoughts, taking deep breaths, breathing in very slowly and exhaling very slowly." "Repeat this until your mind is in a deep trance, so that you can find out the true woahs of all of your burdens, and then let it all go. Breath in your relief and exhale all of your despair. Within a matter of five minutes John Castelo was in a complete trance. Fully unware of his outside surroundings.
 
Locked so deeply in his mind, Nicole took full advantage of the situation, turning the lights low and closing all of the blinds. She began to slowly strip down to her knickers. Leaving only her sexy black lingerie to cover her sexy ass and thighs, her hair was up in a bobby pin, she had the most drop dead gorgeous figure anyone would have ever imagined. Though for John he would never be witnessed to its full naked glory. Fully spralled out in the nude in her lingerie, she layed back down on her chair, and began fingering herself to the beat of what she was about to do to him. She finally came hard, with John Castelo still deep within the trance she had put him under. She wasted no more time and roughly got up out of her chair, with a wicked-dominating grin, sexyly smiling to herself. She slowly slid off John's Dockers and all of John's clothing as to not awake him and threw his clothes into a gym bag she had lying on the floor.
 
Walking wontoningly over to John's frozen frame, she gently pulled John's feet to her lips, taking time to relish the flavor of this young persons body. Yawning her mouth open impossibly wide, she gently leaned into John's body and pulling his feet into her mouth slowly and rhymically began to swallow his body into her own. She had such powerful throat muscles, she only had to use her arms as a guide to inch him ever more into herself through all of her powerful audiable swallowing. She hadn't wasted any time as she was already past his calves, her mouth resting on his shins. While John was still a little sensative there the trance had kept him in his slumbering thoughts, and all that come out of him was a minor whimper. She lightly laughed a throaty laugh as she continued to take more of him into her. By the time she had reached just passed his knee caps. She heeved him up into the air letting gravity take his frame into her more rapidly. She was quickly up to his genitals. This was absolutely the most sexual part of the whole experience for her. So she slowly enjoyed John's jewels inside her mouth relishing deeply the wonderful flavor they gave her. In John's mind he was experiencing the most happy memories of his life, while outside his body was really being stimulated by sexual response. Within five minutes of this treatment unbeknown to John his body started to spasm, as his hips started to lightly rock within her mouth. She knew it was working, as she had done this so many times before, it was more like a drill than a silly I wonder if this will work guess. She continued to work him into a frenzy his body nearing release, she quickly took John's hands and placed them by his hips, and swallowed him deeply into her throat, she gained over six inches in scarcely a second. With his hips grinding his body into sexual bliss, her throat muscles road him through to his explosive virgin orgasm, spraying his load all inside of her throat, making it easier for her to swallow him. Now that John's sexual roller coaster had come to an abrupt end, she wasted no more time and vehemently started to audiably swallow him down at an accelerated pace. Swallowing nearly and inch every time her throat contracted around him. In mere minutes she was up to his chest. John started feeling some tightness on his chest, he was nearing the end of his hypnotic experience and started to rapidly come out of it, as he had all but solved it and had come to peace with his past. Though for his future it would be a little to late for him.
 
Opening his eyes he slowly began to remember where he was. He began to tilt his groggy head to try and find out where the tightness in his chest was coming from. He absolutely could not believe his eyes. Nicole Johnson was swallowing him alive and whole. How the fuck was this even possible, let alone why was she doing this to him. Something so final, so unchangeable, so cold and uncaring. John started to try and cry out loud, he was about to ask her why she was was doing this. "NICOLE!.... WH------------." That was all he could get out before she quickly put her hand around his mouth. Not wanting her fun to end but not wanting her other clients to get upset by these noises he was uttering, she knew she would have to quickly bring this meeting to a close and end this pathetic mans chance for survival once and for all. With one hand still on his mumbling mouth and one hand on his head, she while pushing down as hard as she could, took a huge deep audiable swallow and sent John's body hurling deep within the confines of her now sixteen months pregnant looking stomach. While rapidly flowing into her stomach John's mouth could still be seen screaming in silence with almost a ghost like apparance as his face vanished forever below her collar bone into her chest cavity and final landing with a thud into her now large man filled stomach. With a deep "ahhhhhhhhh" and a "brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbuuuurrrrrppllp," she smiled contentedly to herself. You could see John's face bulging through her skin hands pushing against the walls of her stomach, trying as he might to gain some kind of purchase, he was in complete panic at his current situation. She just laughed at him mocking him in his perilous circumstance. She began fingering herself with him inside of her. This only took her to a new level of a sexually orgasmic plane. She rubbed and rubbed and within moments came hard again, nearly passing out as the torrents of sexual euphoria slowly escaped her body.
 
Nicole had to quickly learn a new technique to make sure there were no traces of her evil lifestyle. She quickly adapted to the ways of the mythical witches bibles and had prior to found a passage that would make "all that was not of thyself become as not." In english terms this would mean she was able to fully absorb a full grown human being inside of herself by simply rubbing her hand around on her tummy while reciting a witches prayer. "For what ever was, shall never be again, all that was not of thyself shall become as not." She began to repeat this in succession and things started to immediately shift inside her. John started to panic even more because he could feel the walls of her stomach violently shift. She continued chanting and rubbing her stomach, John started screaming out scared for his life as he was continually running out of air. Then the chantings effect began to quickly take its toll on John, though he barely felt a sting, he could vaguely see from the dim light outside of her stomach that his arms and legs began getting stuck to the insides of her stomach wall. She continued rubbing her stomach and chanting this witches prayer. He started screaming again, though his voice barely audiable below this thick stomach prison, he watched his body being aborbed away into Nicole Johnsons. While chanting this prayer she had the most wicked smile on her face almost as in mocking laughter while reciting it. She continued this for another four minutes, by the time she had reached the end of the prayer, John's body wasn't even noticable underneath the flesh of her stomach. The taught little stomach that this vixen had had before the counseling session had began had returned to its original shape and sexy size with no traces of the John Castelo who had been abruptely and violently taken out of this world. Standing up Nicole got all of her professional yet sexy clothing back on and zipped up all of John's clothes in that gym bag. No one would ever miss John and no one would ever hear from him again. Smiling to herself she walked out of the office, gym bag in hand, heading over to Meranda's mansion to tell her of yet another successfully dominated prize.
 
As you would had guessed, Meranda and Nicole were not real sisters, maybe sisters in crime at best. Poor John never knew that these two girls really were scheming little bitches, who had actually been doing this stuff under the counseling firms nose for years. Giving poor unfortunate souls a slice of heaven and then roughly ripping all hope away from there countless victims. A chilling reminder of all of the clothing and slippers and shoes that John had priorly seen in Meranda and Nicole's mansion, that she really hadn't received from a loving father figure and had only came acrossed it because she was able to fool so many young males into believing her story conning all of them into the counseling center where nicole "worked." She would take the young mens clothing and take it to the cleaners having it all nice and neatly pressed putting all of their clothing in the closet of her "guest" room. They didn't waste any time to completely pilfer through all of the money they could get through their victims goods; credit cards and any possessions the poor souls might have had in their living days. She was able to use all of this money to allow her and Nicole to lavishly live out their lives in bliss. Maybe John should have listened to the old man ehy? As big a piece of shit as his dad was, John might still be alive today knowing that "peoplez was not ta be trusted, yuh hear me?!"
 
Told you this wasn't a happy ending :P
 
Joe