Indecent Exposure, Scene #01

In the hushed atmosphere of Dr. Bishop's home office, Jane (Ella Knox) sits, a bundle of nerves, waiting in the reception area. The air is thick with anticipation, and the slow creak of the office door opening seems to echo her racing heartbeat. Dr. Bishop (Alex Jones) emerges, inviting her in with a calm authority that does little to quell her agitation. The camera follows her, almost like a shadow, as she steps into the office, each footfall a whispered secret. Dr. Bishop closes the door behind her, sealing them off from the world outside. He guides her to a separate area, away from his desk, where two chairs face each other like actors on a stage. "Get comfortable," he suggests, and Jane perches on the edge of a chair, her back to his desk, as if ready to flee at any moment. The doctor introduces himself, a formality that seems almost unnecessary in the charged atmosphere. Jane nods, a silent acknowledgment, but her eyes speak volumes of her unease. "I understand you were referred to me by Dr. Hill?" he probes gently. Jane nods again, a shy admission, a whispered "yes" escaping her lips. Dr. Hill is retiring, he continues, and such changes can be disruptive. But he's here to ensure a smooth transition, he assures her, circling behind her chair like a predator stalking its prey. "What brought you to therapy?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, a command disguised as a question. Jane hesitates, caught off guard. Doesn't he have her file? She wonders aloud. Yes, he admits, but he wants to hear it from her, in her own words. Jane takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself for a performance. "Well, Dr. Hill says I have a fear of...intimacy," she confesses, each word a struggle. She's having trouble articulating her real issue to a stranger. "I'm afraid of...sex," she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper, a secret shared in the quiet of the office. "Can you help me?" she asks softly, her eyes filled with hope and fear in equal measure. Dr. Bishop leans in, his voice a low, confident growl. "I assure you, this is exactly my area of expertise, and I will do EVERYTHING in my power to help you," he promises. He wants to delve deeper, to uncover the root of her fear. "Have you had sex before?" he asks, his question a scalpel, precise and probing. Jane looks increasingly uncomfortable, a deer caught in the headlights. Yes, she admits quietly, her eyes fixed on her lap. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" he presses, his voice relentless. She guesses it must have been about four years ago. She's 22 now, so it was when she was 18. "Describe it to me," Dr. Bishop commands after a moment, his voice a whip crack in the silence. Jane is incredulous. Describe losing her virginity? To him? But he insists, his voice a steady drumbeat, unyielding. They need to isolate the root cause of her fear, he explains, as he unzips his fly, unbeknownst to her. He inches closer, his movements calculated, a dance of predator and prey. Jane is too lost in her thoughts to notice anything amiss. She takes a deep breath, her voice a trembling whisper as she begins her tale. "My parents were out of town, and my brother was having a party..." she starts, her words painting a picture of a night that spiraled out of control. Dr. Bishop listens intently, his movements behind her a secret dance, a performance hidden in plain sight. He tells her to lay her head back, to close her eyes, to focus on nothing but her words. Jane complies, her voice quivering with emotion as she recounts the night that changed her life. Dr. Bishop lays a hand on her shoulder, his voice a soothing balm as he continues to stroke himself with his other hand. After a moment, Jane speaks, her voice a trembling whisper. "We started kissing, and he...took off my shirt, and then...I just did it cause I felt like...I had to," she confesses, her voice thick with unshed tears. Abruptly, Dr. Bishop pulls away, efficiently putting himself back into his pants, zipping up as he says, "That can be enough for now, Jane. Please open your eyes." Jane opens her eyes, turning to face him. He leans on the edge of his desk, his smile kind, a stark contrast to the intensity of the past few minutes. "Take a deep breath, I know that was hard, but you're safe," he assures her. Jane exhales loudly, her body trembling as she tries to steady herself after reliving the memory. Dr. Bishop watches her, his expression thoughtful. This was clearly a traumatic experience, he remarks, and in admitting what occurred that night, she has already made significant progress. He believes he has pinpointed the source of her phobia and is now confident in recommending a course of treatment. "Are you familiar with 'Exposure Therapy'?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. Jane shakes her head, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear. He explains, his voice a steady drumbeat, unyielding. Exposure therapy is the practice of exposing someone to what they fear the most, demystifying the fear and thus removing it. For Jane, this means facing her fear of sex head-on. Jane's eyes go wide, her lip beginning to tremble. No, she can't do that, she won't do that, she stammers frantically, her voice a panicked whisper. But Dr. Bishop is insistent, his voice a command disguised as a suggestion. He doesn't want her to engage in some sordid one-night-stand, he explains. Exposure therapy must be administered carefully, under the supervision of a professional. And he is recommending that he be the one to administer her therapy. Jane's jaw drops, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "You want ME to...with YOU?! Are you crazy?? No way," she exclaims, her voice a trembling whisper. Dr. Bishop moves towards her, his smile cold, a predator cornering its prey. He doesn't take this lightly, he assures her, his voice a steady drumbeat. But if she doesn't want to do this, if she walks out of this office and tries to fix her problem on her own, he sees only one possible future for her. He lays a hand firmly on her shoulder, his grip tight, unyielding. She will have some progress at first, he admits, but ultimately, she will revert back to all her old fears, all her old phobias. She will live the rest of her life terrified, unable to maintain relationships or experience any sort of closeness and ultimately any true pleasure. Before she even realizes it, her life will be over. She will die alone, with no one by her side. And that future, for her or for any of his patients, is his greatest fear. Jane looks confused, wrestling with what he has just told her. "You can't know that this is what's going to happen!" she pleads, her voice a trembling whisper. But Dr. Bishop is insistent, his voice a command disguised as a suggestion. He has been a psychiatrist for almost 15 years, and his experience tells him that this is exactly what will happen. "Don't you want to be happy?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, a challenge and a promise all rolled into one. Jane still seems uncertain, her eyes filled with fear and hope in equal measure. But there's a spark there, a glimmer of determination. "Ok, if you promise that it will help me," she says softly and reluctantly, her voice a trembling whisper. Dr. Bishop asks her to stand up, to face him. Mentioning that any sexual encounter begins with the participants getting naked, he tells her to remove her clothes. Nervously, she strips down, her body a trembling whisper, a secret revealed in the quiet of the office. Dr. Bishop tells her to lie down on his desk, and she hesitantly complies, her body a trembling whisper, a secret revealed in the quiet of the office. He spreads her legs, getting his first look at her tight pussy. He lowers his face to it, burying his tongue in her juicy mound. Jane is still uncertain, but she can't deny how good his tongue feels on her clit. She moans loudly, her body a trembling whisper, a secret revealed in the quiet of the office. As she gets more and more into it, Dr. Bishop eats her pussy hungrily, his movements a dance of predator and prey. Soon, it's time for the next phase of her treatment, and Dr. Bishop has Jane get on her knees as he frees his cock from his pants. But Jane's therapy is just beginning, and before her fear of sex is cured, Dr. Bishop is going to expose her to things that she never even dreamed of...