TAKING AMANDA

 

 

Amanda Brown was reading the instructions she had hastily written down on a pad of paper, while at the same time trying to keep her eyes and mind on the road ahead of her. She finally located the turning she wanted and started driving down the tree-lined avenue.

'Marlets' was, she'd noted, the last house on the right. Focusing on the road, she soon passed the other houses and the fields belonging to a farm and then found the driveway to 'Marlets'. The house itself was much more impressive than she had imagined and though James Ringley had been well spoken on the telephone, Amanda had no reason to have believed he was wealthy enough to own the mansion she now saw before her.

Parking her VW Golf on the shingle driveway, Amanda made her way to the great oak front door. The sound of the buzzer ringing indoors almost seemed incongruous for such a magnificent house.

"Amanda?" The voice asked as the door opened.

"Yes, and you must be James. Sorry to be a bit late but I got confused with the directions."

"It happens," said James as he ushered Amanda into the house and closed the door behind her. "Do come through to my study."

Dr. James Ringley was retired at the age of forty-five having, so he claimed, become bored with the National Health Service and preferring not to continue in private practice. Instead, he had decided to devote himself and his expertise to the benefit of young women such as the delectable brunette who entered his study. Amanda Brown was just twenty-two years old, single, and somewhat frumpy and old-fashioned in her attitudes. At twenty-two, with a string of past boyfriends who'd mostly split with her saying she was frigid and boring, Amanda had decided to do something about it. She'd talked to her own doctor, who could find nothing physically wrong with her and had referred her to a private psychiatrist. The shrink, in turn had tried her on anti-depressants, taught her the rudiments of self-hypnosis and finally given up on her when nothing had worked.

Being twenty-two with a reputation for being frigid and boring was not something Amanda took to kindly, so she had started to try to discover just what it was that made some women evidently enjoy sex so much while she so obviously didn't. A few months later she'd come across the advert in a glossy magazine aimed at twenty-something females who were on their own or who had boyfriend problems. That had led to a phone call and today's meeting.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, or tea perhaps?" asked James, standing in the doorway. "Do sit down and make yourself comfortable. Take either of the armchairs - I find sitting round the desk too formal for these get-togethers."

"Thank you, tea would be most welcome." Amanda had a slightly husky voice.

"While I'm doing it, and as time is money, so they say, I have a standard questionnaire I'd like to fill in. It's not overly complex but it gives me something to work on while we are talking. If you'd be so kind as to fill it in," said James, handing Amanda a document of four sheets of paper stapled together in the top left corner.

"Sure," said Amanda.

"Won't be more than a few minutes," said James, smiling as he left the doorway for the kitchen.

Amanda sat down to fill in the questionnaire and noticed most of it was just simple yes/no type questions. She'd finished a couple of minutes before the tea arrived. When he walked back in the room, James noticed that Amanda's face was somewhat flushed with embarrassment, a definite shade of red that she had not exhibited when she'd arrived.

"Everything okay?" He asked politely.

"Yes," said Amanda. "I guess I should have expected it to have been quite explicit and of course I know I have to bare my soul to you if we are to get anywhere. I've given it my best shot but there were some terms in there that I didn't understand so you may have to explain some of them to me. I've left those answers blank, as you'll see."

"That's okay," said James, handing her a cup of tea from the tray he'd brought in. Then he took the sheaf of papers and sat himself down on the chair opposite Amanda.

For five minutes James read her answers, sipping his tea as he did so.

"I see," he said at last, straightening up and looking at Amanda. "You say you have never had an orgasm, rarely get excited by the thought of sex and when you do get excited, being touched in intimate areas turns you off the idea. You did not answer the questions relating to fellatio or cunnilingus and the thought of bondage is something you would not entertain. There are other things I can glean from your answers, but that's the gist of it, would you agree?"

"Yes, absolutely," Amanda replied softly.

"And you evidently dress very conservatively from what I can see. Amanda was wearing a dark brown suit with matching straight skirt, long brown boots and a white blouse under the suit jacket. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a bun and her face lacked any semblance of having cosmetics applied to it.

"Yes, I'm not into frills or showing myself off. Never have been and I doubt I ever will be. I'm just comfortable wearing things like this or jeans and a pullover."

"I see," said James slowly.

"Before I spend a lot of money with you, as I did with the psychiatrist, can you be honest with me. Is there anything you can do to help me?"

"Of yes, I have no doubt about that, but you are going to have to help as well."

"Yes, yes, I know that, and I will do my best."

"Excellent. Well, after tea we'll go through to my little examination room. It is best to make sure for myself that there are no physical problems first."

"Okay, if you say so," said Amanda, wondering just what would be involved. She'd already been intimately examined by her lady General Practitioner and also by a consultant, who also happened to be female."

"First, I need you to sign this consent form," said James, proffering a single sheet of closely typed paper. "It provides your consent for me to examine you thoroughly and once I've done that we'll decide where to take things."

"Okay," said Amanda, scrawling her signature on the bottom of the paper, not realising it was anything but an official document. She also failed to read the small print, instead putting her trust in the man opposite her, unaware that he was no longer a practicing medic, nor aware of the reasons why he had been struck off a few years earlier.

The tea finished, James led the not-unattractive young woman into his examination room. The room looked much like a doctor's room, with a narrow, black-leather-faced couch lining one wall, a desk and a unit containing cupboards and shelves.

"Please, remove all your clothes and sit on the couch."