Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 02

The task at hand wasn't so different than the Sheila case. Specifically, Shaya had had a crush on a famous actor for almost her entire life. Even though she had become incredibly famous as a rapper, that sphere of fame was a different one than the one the actor resided in. She requested the doctor's help in finding a way to bridge that gap. Compared to Sheila, she charged far less to take this on, a simple two million, merely due to the high-profile nature of the parties involved. Unlike that previous case, where one party was one of the hottest men alive, and the other was a nasty old whore, in this case both of the two were incredibly hot and sexy people. It wasn't about engineering some incredibly specific scenario that would put the man in a headspace to be open to fucking their client... for this, it was merely about finding a way to put these two people in the same room. She was this incredibly sexy, hot-bodied black woman whose songs were primarily about how amazing she was at fucking, and he, although currently married, was a renowned ladies' man and known among the women of Hollywood to be both great in bed and very well hung. All you needed to do was to find a way to put those two alone in a room together. Beyond that, nature would take its course.

Dr. White and her made it happen. They'd already gained a solid footing in Hollywood branching out from the Sheila case, which had expanded into a few other small but important cases that had established further connections in the business. Dr. White used them, working it all to her advantage till some magic was made, finding a way to get the two future lovers in a room together for a ginned up 'meeting' involving a future movie project. The famous actor clearly hadn't fully evolved past his lover boy ways, his eyes struggling to leave her cleavage until she offered to give him an even better view. As with the previous case, Dr. White requested footage of the act going down, which Shaya provided for her. And damn... not only had the famous actor not lost a step from his days plowing the hottest starlets in Hollywood, but Shaya backed up all her boasting by riding the avowed stud into the bed, blowing his mind, making him surrender everything when faced against her hot black body.

Headlines of their pairing were the talk of all the gossip sites when the truth came out. Often in these scenarios, the man involved gets a lot of shit for cheating on his spouse. But in this case, where the pairing is such a shocking one between two famous stars, and the wife is non-famous, people are too interested in the juicy details to really hold him accountable, the media discussing the affair casually without even considering that his wife was in the process of having her life destroyed. Through it all, as everyone shared pictures and details about this new, scintillating pairing, no one really cared about the wife he left behind.

Funnily enough, one of the major lasting impacts of this case was the fact that through it, Dr. White had gained an extremely popular reputation among black female rappers. Shaya was happy to speak out to her friends and give them Dr. White's number, recommending the doctor's services for them, telling them that she worked wonders. Dr. White had worked with a few of them in the time since, not just with other rappers but people in their group, friends and assistants, and in one case, a member of the group's mom. And in each case, Dr. White successfully played cupid, forging these new relationships from nothing. Her reputation grew to a degree that Shaya even shouted out Dr. White in a song. Not by name, of course, referring to her in one of her songs as the "Hook-Up Lady", a name which caught on among the others who Dr. White had worked with. This was a brand-new sphere of society Dr. White had injected her influence into, and the fact that she had been so accepted into this community was affirming to the effectiveness of the work Dr. White was doing. Not bad for a basic white girl from the Midwest.

Closing this file and moving onto the next one, Dr. White reflected on that self-assessment. She'd once been a wallflower, a bookworm, not the popular girl but not unpopular either. Well-liked by most, but not close with a lot of people. As she described herself before, basic. But now... she had famous friends. She was beloved both by those who worked with her but also among her clientele. She'd earned her way into dozens of ritzy, high society events. Wealthy, influential people sought her out in a crowd. She was well-connected, rich, successful, and had an incredibly active sex life. She had everything that her younger self would have dreamed of. And to be honest... it was pretty amazing! She had a fucking incredible life! But now that she had it all, she did see the appeal of settling down with one man. A quieter life. Bringing that happiness to others was deeply satisfying... it was truly her life's calling. But it did make her pine for the day where she could experience the same thing. She had the gift of seeing that potential spark between other people, even if they'd never met. So many marriages, so many babies made, all thanks to Dr. White's work. But she'd never found that same thing with herself. She'd been deeply satisfied with the men she'd been with, either patients, or patient's husbands, or friends, or husbands of friends, or men like Serge she'd met along the way. But as fantastic as all of them were, none provided her that spark of something deeper. That undeniable bond forged between two people that compelled them to spend the rest of their lives with each other needing no one else, spending the remainder of their lives having sex and making babies. Perhaps she wasn't wired that way, and that she wasn't meant to settle down. And if that was the case, she'd be okay with it. She had so much work to do, work that had to be done, and no one could do it quite as well as Dr. White did. She didn't have time to slow down. She couldn't afford to put herself and her own needs above the important work she was doing.

Unless someone really, REALLY special crossed her path...

Dr. White thumbed through the next couple files. They'd worked on plenty of sports-related cases, but none involving such a prominent athlete as Chad Bethel. They'd actually wrapped up a case a few months back, a case Dr. White had gotten through Stacy. Stacy was a huge Warriors fan, and had friends both on the team and in the organization. One of these friends, Cordelia, a low-level exec on the team, had dark designs for the handsome son of the team owner, a billionaire who owned multiple teams in the areas. The doctor and her team brought the two together, breaking up the son from his starlet girlfriend and replacing her with their client, ensuring that she'd be the one cumming on his big, lengthy, millionaire cock for the rest of her days.

They'd also handled a case involving an athlete and a woman who'd been accused and convicted of being his stalker. The judge went lenient on her, probably because the baseball player was this tall, handsome, famous pro athlete and she was an attractive young woman with huge boobs, a tacit acknowledgment by the courts that not only should he be able to deal with it himself, but that he shouldn't be so bothered by being stalked by someone as attractive as her. Of course, when you examine the details of the case, he was absolutely right to be concerned, as she had a very unstable obsession with him that included some very serious threats towards his wife. The courts hoped this slap on the wrist from such a powerful body would convince her of the seriousness of her actions without subjecting someone as pretty as her to any serious punishment. It seemed to be effective, as she kept her distance from the object of her affection from that point on. The baseball player seemed to be in the clear.

Then the stalker came into Dr. White's office. Immediately, the doctor surmised that she wasn't of the healthiest mind, at least with how she talked about the man she had a crush on. Her obsession hadn't been dissuaded, and she was clearly just biding her time and acting like she had learned her lesson till she could come up with a plan that would help her seal the deal. Dr. White preferred to have matchmaking clients that were of sane mind, and rarely went into business with women who weren't stable in this way. Things got too messy when trying to handle such sensitive work with people like that. That being said, through the majority of their discussions, she seemed competent and clear-minded. It was only when she talked about the object of her obsession that the madness within seemed to expose itself, so she wasn't that far gone. Plus, she came from a family with deep pockets, so Dr. White charged her a little extra as hazard pay for the risk of taking her on. Additionally, she justified it to herself as her helping a mentally unhealthy person find stability. She told herself that if she helped her client land her obsession, that perhaps she would reach a place of inner peace, the storm inside her dissipating. Her fixation with the athlete seemed pointedly sexual, so perhaps the baseball player's big, meaty dick was the missing piece to her mental health. Perhaps if she were getting regularly drilled by the handsome baseball player, her mental chemistry would level out. This was how the doctor justified taking such a risky person on as a client. In this case, where the line between client and patient blurred together, Dr. White took it as her duty to help her out no matter what.

In talking with her, it became clear her client's obsession with the baseball player was all-consuming, to the point where it made her almost physically ill to even consider the idea of not being with him, becoming nearly inconsolably depressed. Working on this case, the doctor really had to manage her interactions with her in order to manage her mood and keep her in good spirits.

On one hand, her fantasies were often quite romantic, with her claiming that she would be a devoted wife like no woman had ever been before. She would cook his meals, clean his clothes, take care of him, go to all of his games, worship the ground he walked on, just be the ball of light her husband's world revolves around. But the majority of her fantasies involving him were aggressively sexual, dreaming up all the nasty things she'd do for him in the course of being that dutiful wife, offering up her hot body for anything he needed of her. If he needed a blowjob, her lips would be around the root of his cock before he finished asking. That if he had a bad day, she'd provide her grade-A cunt to him without question. If he needed to really vent his frustrations, she would offer up her ass eagerly for fucking as rough and as brutal as necessary. If he wanted to throw her down and fuck her tits until he exploded all over her, she would let him, even if she were wearing her favorite outfit. She would do ANYTHING for him...

But on the other hand, where her fantasies became an issue were the violent, bloody promises she made in regard to what she'd do to any girl that stands in the way of all that. More specifically, the baseball player's wife. That precisely was the breaking point where the athlete had gone from blowing off his stalker's advances to seeking out law enforcement. Now, with Dr. White involved, she didn't want nor need that kinda shit happening under her watch. Dr. White's brand of callous cruelty was more emotional rather than physical. In addition, from a purely practical stance, she didn't need anything like that attracting unwanted attention to what she was doing. The doctor had to put her training to good use by talking her client down from her violent urges while still working on a plan to ensure she got the man she wanted. And they had to do it in such a manner as to protect the baseball wife from the crazy stalker bitch who wanted blood.

It was one of Dr. White's most challenging cases, really testing her skills as both a sex therapist and a matchmaker. The doctor would readily admit that she didn't always savor working with the slightly crazy young woman, as she proved to be one of the most exhausting clients she'd ever dealt with. But after months working together, all that hard work finally paid off.

From the point where the pro athlete's big meaty baseball bat ended up stuffed inside the cunt of the young woman who'd spent years stalking him, there was a fair amount of smoke publicly, and a lot of fallout. The stalking case years prior had been a matter of public discourse, and when it came out (thanks to a very calculated social media post that showed the two in action in a hotel room) that he cheated on his wife with his supposedly violent, crazy stalker... the public demanded answers. Knowing the sensitivity of the situation, and that her client might not be trusted to share such delicate information, the doctor stepped in herself, under the true guise as her client's therapist, and took control of the situation. She acted more as a mob cleaner than a therapist, giving him the bullet points of what he needed to do to escape this mess unscathed.

He was certainly nervous by the time he called a press conference to explain himself, but the doctor's playbook, combined with the absolute pleasure being brought to him by his former stalker, convinced him to do what was necessary. It was a Hail Mary, a lie so huge that no one would ever consider it to be anything but the truth, but it worked. He had to come out and say that he had been in an abusive relationship with his wife for years, and the woman that had been accused of being his stalker was in fact a friend who'd been trying to get him out of that bad relationship. The whole 'stalking' claim was really a plot conceived by his wife to keep her away.

His wife had a reasonably positive reputation up to this point, as she did charity work off the back of her husband's success. She was a willowy blonde who had a reputation of being very type-A and demanding, someone who wore the pants compared to her more chill husband, and at times she rankled a few feathers. But people knew her heart was in the right place, doing good work for people in need. But when a story like this comes out that erases the benefit of the doubt, suddenly those small unlikeable moments she inspired in her peers took on a different tenor. With her husband going public and making these claims, these moments seemed like the points where her true nature emerged.

As crazy as this whole plan was, the salacious story took hold. The media was sympathetic to the beloved athlete and the busty young babe, and perhaps not so sympathetic towards the confident, assertive, successful, flat-chested blonde who'd had her world turned upside down. The general public perception was almost completely on his side. And in a flash, this successful, rich baseball wife lost everything, her public reputation in ruins despite her rightful protests. Words that were once perceived as shrewd and confident now were perceived as shrill and unpleasant. As there was no actual proof of her former husband's claims against her, no court filings were brought against her, and her advisors warned her that pursuing litigation against him would only make her come across as even more unlikeable than she was already perceived as.

As bad as this sounded for the baseball player's wife, Dr. White found it to be the most merciful of the possible outcomes. Dr. White tried to talk her client down from her violent urges towards the wife, but Dr. White did not trust her enough to put those two in the same room. That's why the final seduction took place in a hotel room on the road, with the baseball player's wife at home. Sure, her reputation was in ruins, her marriage was destroyed, and the life of luxury she'd lived in for years was out of reach. But it was better than the alternative... better than unleashing her client on her.

As for her client, getting regularly deep-dicked by the man she'd been obsessed with for years had seemed to tone down her darker qualities. While his former wife devoted herself to charity work, she devoted herself to him, satisfying his every need, attaching herself to his hip and practically never letting him out of her sight. She would go on the road with him, demanding his attention every night. She seemed to have chilled out thanks to finally living out her dream, spending every waking moment with the man she was obsessed with. That being said, Dr. White certainly clocked that nervous look in the baseball player's eye whenever he and his new love were photographed in public together. Even though he spent his nights pumping cum into her hungry cunt, and having her eager mouth slavishly inhaling his thick cock at every opportunity, he still didn't entirely trust her. Even after convincing the world she was sane, even after having two babies with her, he was still scared of her. That thought always made Dr. White smile. After what she'd seen these last few years, and seeing what a certain tier of women was capable of, and the health and devotion present in the relationships those women were in, perhaps a man should have a healthy fear of the woman that sleeps next to him every night. That seemed to be the state that brought them the most satisfaction.

This point happened to carry over to the next case file Dr. White was reviewing. This one was a patient file, a handsome, well put-together older man. He'd been married for over twenty years to his high school sweetheart. He'd had success in his career, giving them a comfortable life together. But, due to a medical issue, his wife was unable to bear children. He accepted that, because he loved her more than anything. But as he entered middle-age, he'd found himself with a little bit of the blues, feeling a sense of dissatisfaction and lack of fulfillment with his current life. As happy as he was with his wife, he was starting to reckon with the fact that he wouldn't be leaving much of a legacy behind. But Dr. White had the perfect solution ready to go for just such a situation.

Dr. White had started a mentorship program a year or so prior, a way to champion young women who'd fallen through the cracks. Women who'd dropped out of school, had gotten in trouble with the law, gotten into drugs or alcohol, or were viewed as out of control by both family and their peers. Dr. White, ever a champion of women, sought to create a program to help them out, to show them that they could still have a successful life despite the bad things they've done. They'd been doubted by those close to them for so long... Dr. White sought to give them a bit of stability and support that they so badly needed. To give these women a chance for success after so many doubted them. To put them in a stable home with a strong, proven, reliable male presence. It just so happened that these men tended to be married. And it was also a coincidence that the young women the doctor took special interest through this program were the incredibly hot, busty ones with a bad attitude who would happily blow up a marriage with the brutality of a grenade blast.

Dr. White was an admired figure among the women in this program. Working with the courts to help provide these young women a second chance, she provided mentorship to all, even the ones she didn't involve with her extracurricular activities. But the ones she did pick out from this crowd... they were among the most dangerous sluts she had at her beck and call. Old enough to be adults, but still having that certain ruthlessness and lack of empathy that only younger women can possess. And with these girls being the baddest of the bad... they were practically shock troops in the war against boring marriages everywhere, their enemy being dull flat-chested women who married way above their level. When these young women were brought into the know by the slutty therapist, and they learned that this bright, intelligent, successful doctor could be just as nasty as them... they were on board to the degree of almost being zealots to the cause. These women were being given a purpose that was utilizing all their talents to their peak potential. They were meant for this.