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    "Do you like the way I smell, Red?"
    "Yes," I said, my heart beating faster at the way he'd guessed at my thoughts. "Yes, I like it very much."
    "Good. I spent a long time choosing it. I chose it for you."
    Questions crowded my tongue, questions it would, of course, be impossible to ask him. What he did next took them all away.
    Slim fingers began to massage my skull. To my surprise, I groaned and my cock tightened in my jeans, straining against the zip. I thrust up toward the man. Our legs rubbed together. I shifted to keep the contact.
    Another sound like laughter. "Are you hard? Already?"
    Mesmerised by the slow and regular stroke of his hand through my hair--back and forth, back and forth--I nodded before I realised he couldn't see the gesture, though, of course, he could feel it. "Yes."
    "Are you always so easily turned on?"
    "Yes. I like my job very much. I enjoy sex."
    "But I don't intend to touch your genitals today, or allow you to touch mine."
    A throb of disappointment powered through me. "Can I touch you anywhere else? Please?"
    This time his laughter was obvious. "A prostitute begging to touch a client? You are already doing so in any case, though not with your hands, so your question is unnecessary. You're an unusual man, Red. Robbie was right about you."
    "What did he say?"
    The man didn't answer at first. Instead, he simply continued to massage my head. I felt the tension begin to drift away, and breathed in the scent of him once more.
    "Oh, Robbie said many things," he answered, when I'd all but given up hope of hearing his voice again. "Both in his words and in the silence of his thoughts. He said you were special, perfect for what I wanted to do with you. He said how much he enjoyed your body, touching your penis, entering your mouth and anus, and making you reach orgasm. He seemed to take a particular pleasure in that."
    "You talked about it?" I had no right to feel betrayed, of course I didn't. I was Robbie's property--he could talk about me to whomever he wanted to. Still, it felt private. And it was unusual to share so much with any client, especially a new one.
    "Oh, yes," the man replied. "I wanted him to tell me everything about your body, and he did."
    "Why?"
    "Because I want to heal you."
    "But I'm clean. I'm not sick."
    "Hush," he said, as if he was soothing a tired child. "There are more diseases in the world than merely physical ones. Can you not feel them inside you when I stroke you like this?"
    His hands continued to work their magic on my scalp. From ranging over the whole surface of my hair, his fingers began to concentrate on one area alone--the right side of my head, toward the front. I gasped and my cock leapt once more in my jeans. Unable to help myself, I rubbed my crotch more powerfully against his leg. I was panting, desperate for him to touch me there.
    "You see," he crooned. "Your skull is divided into three essential parts. This area, on your right, is the seat of your lust and it consumes you."
    "Please, please ," I begged him, astonished to find my body already driving a path through to orgasm. And he only touched my hair. No other part of me. How could he be doing this? Any moment now, I was going to come, here where I sat and trembled, without removing one single article of clothing, without a shred of self-control.
    "It's all right, Red. Let it out. The power of it needs to be gone from you. For this, I am forbidden to touch you where you wish it, but you are permitted to touch yourself to help you on your journey. It is not ideal, but I will allow it. And there is so much of shadow in your soul."
    As he spoke, his hands upon me moved faster and faster. Needing no second bidding, I tore at my zip, my cock springing out, heat pulsating down the length of me. Only two strokes took me over the brink and my spunk shot upwards, landing, I imagined, on his body and splattering the chair and floor around us. I cried out as the pleasure of it broke me, something I tried never