Subculture by Sarah Veitch Page A

surrogate she’d take the night flight home.
    â€˜You refer them to Ria, our live-in Sex Therapist. She’s on a Lecture Tour at the moment, but when she’s accepting patients she’s fully booked for weeks ahead.’ He smiled at some thought or memory. ‘Ria also acts as a Sexual Surrogate which is still quite rare.’
    And does she get caned like poor Jamilla, Lisa thought dazedly. And do you bring her off like you did to young Dania, then carry her off to bed? Aloud she said, ‘Why don’t you refer all patients to Ria first?’
    â€˜Because you’ll need to know their sexual history. You’ll have to treat the initial symptoms with herbal medicine whilst Ria works on an underlying orgasmic cure.’ He smiled. ‘You need to know if you’re just treating someone who’s become ill because they hate their job - or if you’re dealing with long term pelvic congestion due to orgasm denied.’
    Dealing with it? She was experiencing it now. Lisa cleared her throat, but to her chagrin her voice still sounded hoarse. ‘Right, I’ll get further details from you before I start prescribing,’ she said shakily. ‘Now I really must read...’
    She stepped back into the room, and the door swung all the way open.
    â€˜Ah, I see you’ve unzipped your Welcome Pack,’ Michael Landers said. Lisa followed his gaze; saw the first half inch of the dildo sticking out from under the grey leather pouch. The doctor smiled. ‘These vibrators have a six speed setting. An acquaintance in London has them specially made.’
    â€˜I just wanted the silken nightie - it’s lighter than the ones I’ve brought with me. I’ve never used a sex toy,’ Lisa lied. Her heartbeat quickened, but she stared back at him challengingly. ‘I’ve always been satisfied by Reece.’
    â€˜I’m sure you have. But he isn’t here for the next three months, so it would be understandable if...’ He gesticulated towards the orgasmic aid.
    â€˜That’s none of your business.’
    â€˜It is if you can’t do your job due to sexual frustration,’ the doctor said.
    Lisa flushed anew. ‘I can take care of myself.’
    His words contained a smile. ‘Then what’s wrong with the vibrator?’
    â€˜I just... I need a spiritual dimension. Couldn’t climax with a mechanical device.’
    Even as she said the words she knew that they were bullshit, that it was the brandy talking. That she just didn’t want this smooth talking know-it-all to win.
    â€˜You can’t orgasm with the best dildo in the world?’ he queried.
    â€˜That’s right. I need a human hand or... a loving element.’ She winced inwardly at her own pretentious words. He must never know that she could climax at home simply by straddling the spin dryer or by pushing her groin against the vibrating washing machine.
    â€˜I’ll bet that if someone slid that throbbing dildo all the way up you’d be moaning within seconds,’ Michael Landers continued conversationally.
    New excitement rushed to her pubis. ‘You’d lose your bet, then,’ Lisa said.
    â€˜What’s the wager?’ he asked.
    She thought quickly. ‘If you lose I get to paddle your arse in front of everyone.’ That would show him she wasn’t some ineffectual little girl.
    â€˜Then the same rule applies if you lose,’ he countered, raising an eyebrow and letting his eyes flicker down insolently towards her skirt-clad pelvis.
    Lisa licked her dry lips. ‘No chance,’ She couldn’t bear that. She hesitated, looking for a non-public payback. ‘You can take a tenth of my wages if I lose the bet.’ She made strong eye contact again. ‘Not that I will. It’s just a case of mind over matter.’ She was absolutely bloody determined not to let her body betray her in any way.
    â€˜I’m a fair man.