Textbook Narcissism

Jessica walks into Dr. Crawford's office like she already owns the place. The redhead isn't here to apologize for anything—she just keeps accidentally torching her relationships and figures it's easier to fix the world around her than change who she is. Dr. Crawford listens, nods in all the right spots, and already knows exactly what she's going to do with this arrogant little thing. Four sessions later the therapist says today's the big one. Jessica shrugs and says she's game. That's when Dr. Crawford drops the act: she has a superiority complex of her own and she's done pretending otherwise. Jessica's eyebrows shoot up, but she doesn't leave. In fact, the idea that this put-together MILF sees herself in her is starting to turn her on. Dr. Crawford slides closer, voice low. She tells Jessica she can keep every ounce of that cocky attitude if she stops worrying about who gets left behind. Then she hands over an outfit just like hers—same cut, same color. Jessica peels off her clothes while Dr. Crawford watches, the air getting thick. The MILF steps in, fingers brushing bare skin as she helps with buttons and zippers. She passes Jessica a pair of glasses, watches her twist that red hair into a tight bun. When they stand together in front of the mirror, the resemblance is damn near perfect. Dr. Crawford steps behind her, lips near her ear. "We don't need anyone else," she whispers. "Just us." Her hands slide around Jessica's waist, and the last of the hesitation melts away as fingers dip lower, teasing the wet heat between her thighs. They watch each other in the glass—two redheads, two natural sets of tits, two women who know exactly how good they are—while Dr. Crawford works her fingers in slow circles until Jessica's breath comes ragged and her superiority complex turns into something they can both use.