Sex Addicts Anonymous: Relapse

Robert’s sitting in a cramped office, scribbling in his journal about every sleazy trick he used to run while pretending to help women. He’s been clean for almost two years now—new city, new therapist, volunteer gig. The door cracks open. His coworker says the new intake’s here. Robert pops a piece of gum, asks if she came in on her own, then tells them to send her in. A nineteen-year-old named Amy steps inside—mini skirt, crop top, high heels. She can’t keep her fingers off her thighs. While Robert tries to walk her through the paperwork, she keeps inching closer, brushing her hand between her legs like she’s already touching herself. He drops into his chair to hide the hard-on and reaches for another stick of gum. Amy tells him she found her dad’s porn stash and hasn’t stopped fingering herself since. She says she rubbed her pussy raw, even got a little callus. She flips her skirt up and shows him. Robert’s sweating. One piece of gum left. When he tells her to wait for the real doctor, she stands, peels off her top, then drops the skirt and heels. Naked, she snatches his journal and reads the filthy confessions out loud, getting wetter with every line. Robert can’t take it; he starts palming his cock through his pants. Amy sees, yanks his belt open, and frees him. She drops to her knees, mouth open, begging for it. He looks down at that hungry blonde, feels the old smirk slide across his face, and finally stops fighting.