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The monitor lizard looked up from his papers as the door opened. Before he even saw who was in the doorway, he smiled. There was a part of him that had been looking forward to this appointment all day, and it was twitching as it made his pants uncomfortably tight.

"Ah, Amanda, it's good to see you again."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get started."

He shrugged as the leopard strolled in, the female pulling her skirt in tight to her legs as she sat down on his couch. The therapist sat down behind his desk, but only so that he could reach one of the bottom drawers in it. As he fumbled for his pendulum, he talked with her.

"So, how was your work today?"

"Terrible. Come on, let's get started."

"No luck with your love life in the last week?"

"Doctor Flanigan, I swear to god -"

"Alright, alright. Just give me a minute."

Lifting the pendulum, he caught the light with it and started it swaying. The feline's eyes locked with it almost immediately, following it from side to side as he started into the usual set of lines. It was no different than it had been last week. He almost wondered if she'd even tried to find someone else for her, but by this point, he doubted that it was a conscious decision for the woman. She had her own needs and he would help her fill them. Again. And happily.

"You know the pendulum. You know what is coming. All that tension you're carrying around, all that weight and needs that you have on your shoulders, it is about to be taken away from you. You can relax now. You are out of your office, and you are safe in mine. Just watch the pendulum, and relax. Watch the pendulum, and let all of that weight fall off of your shoulders."

She started to slump back against the couch, the familiar words already draining her of her stress. It wouldn't stop there, of course.

"You wear your stress like an outfit, like a suit. That can't feel good, my dear. Why don't you take off your stress, take off your stress and leave it at the door?"

"Take off...my stress?"

"Yes, yes, Amanda. Your shirt is so heavy, so filled with frustration. Every day it got heavier. Take it off, let yourself breathe."

The leopard pulled at the buttons, clumsily but quickly. As each one came undone, she let out a small sigh, each one a bit louder than the last. As the white fabric slid down her arms as she pulled them free, she moaned, and as it hit the floor, she beamed.

But he wasn't going to let it stop there.

"That's a wonderful start, Amanda, but there is so much more. Look at you. You are covered in stress. You wear so many layers of it. Doesn't it hurt you? Doesn't it make your life so very hard outside of my office?"

"Yes, D-doctor..."

"Go ahead. You are safe in my office. Take off your stress and leave it in a pile. You will feel so much better if you remove it, if you take it off and let it stop weighing on you. Go on, take it off, and feel free again."

The words seemed to get through to her, and the leopard got to her feet again. Derek smiled as she reached for the clasps of her bra, slowly undoing it and pulling it over her shoulders. The curves of her breasts as they were revealed were magnificent, and he had to use his free hand to adjust his growing reaction, lest it brush against the metal of his zipper.

The show continued as the leopard rid herself of the various stresses that she carried. Her shoes slid off of her sore feet, ridding her of the long hours of travel back and forth. Her leggings came down, pooling in semi-transparent pools beside her shoes, ridding her of the feelings of being objectified day in and day out at the office, pulling the feelings off of her. She hesitated before stepping out of them completely, and he wondered if perhaps she liked that feeling, at some level. He noted it down, promising to find out later.

"You are doing so good. I bet you're feeling much better now, Amanda."

"I am, Doctor. I am."

"But there's still a little bit more."

"Do I...should I, Doctor?"

"Yes, you should. Go on, Amanda. Remove it. Get rid of those stressful things. You are safe here, I promise."

She moved faster as she removed the last of her clothes, thrusting her skirt down and kicking it out of the way. She almost purred, growling in pleasure as it was taken away from her, the stress of being so chaste in society's eyes fading away. The pleasure she got from it was visible in her panties, soaking wet from the previous bits of removal.

It was true what they said. Lack of pain - or stress - was the best pleasure of all.

She almost seemed to recognize that he was getting something from her as she stripped. That, or with the removal of her skirt, she felt less inhibited as she pulled down her underwear. She wiggled it down her hips as she took it off, smiling over at him as she stretched the band of her underwear to within an inch of its life. The front was soaked with her juices, and he swore that he could smell it from across the room, begging him to come over and have his fun.

She sat down as the panties hit her ankles, and she extended them with one leg, pointing her toes towards him. She winked.

"Come on, Doctor. Help me take off my stress."

"No, no, my dear. This is for you to do. You will feel much better if you do it."

"Fine."

She kicked her leg, sending her panties flying towards his desk. As soon as they left her body, she moaned out loud, her sex quivering in a sudden burst of pleasure. He was half sure that she'd gone through a mini-orgasm as it was taken from her, only to leave her grinning like crazy as her panties landed on his desk. He picked them up as she stroked a finger along her thighs, moving up to her sex as he sniffed them.

"Mmm, Doctor made me feel good...why don't you let me make you feel good?"

"Anything for a client, my dear."

Derek stood up, kicking his shoes off with a small chuckle. They thumped audibly under his desk, and he followed them with his pants. Not even bothering to fold them considering how hard he was throbbing and how much the lovely lady wanted him, he walked around his desk. His shirt was the last thing to fall, landing on top of his desk as he landed on top of her, sliding himself into her waiting wetness with a grin on his face.

It didn't take him long to finish, but then again, it didn't take her long either. The two of them humped each other for nearly ten minutes on the couch, fur on scales as they went at it as hard as they could take. Derek always loved the frantic way that the feline thrust up against him, and craved the way she begged for his cock for the rest of the week.

He sighed as he laid beside her afterwards, looking at her contented face. It would be screwed up in annoyance, anger, and frustration again in a few days, and next week she'd be right back where she started. Through no fault of his own, and no fault of hers, it seemed like they were stuck in a very pleasurable cycle.

Maybe it was him that wouldn't let her go, rather than her that wouldn't let him go. It was an interesting thought, and one worth pursuing...after next week's session.

The End