“Some anti-depressants, anxiety medication, muscle relaxers, and more.”
“Was Scarlet suffering from depression or anxiety? Was she injured?”
“No. She coerced a doctor into giving her the medications.”
My puzzled expression caused him to smile.
“What did this have to do with your libido?” I realized the answer as soon as I asked the question.
“You know what SSRI’s are right?”
I nodded. “Yes. Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors. They affect libido. Can cause erectile dysfunction. And you think…”
“I am pretty sure she was giving me a little drug cocktail in my coffee or in my energy smoothies she made for me religiously.”
“You believe this? Why?”
“Because after I saw you for the first time at…” He glanced down before lifting his head to meet my gaze again.
“The Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club?”
“Yes. I moved out of our shared condo that day. And over the next few weeks, I felt my stamina and ability return.”
“So, you felt better when you were living alone. Away from Scarlett?”
“Yes.”
“But you had no symptoms of ED that night.” Remembering that night at the Cherry Pie sent my pussy fluttering. It felt like my nether lips wanted to part for him right now.
“I can’t explain that. But within two weeks, I felt like I was getting back to normal.”
The evidence seemed pretty clear. While our encounter at the Cherry Pie didn’t fit the evidence, our other encounters did. He was slow to respond to his touch therapy session with Chastity, but was fine with me a week later.
I had assumed it was because of an attraction to me, a craving, a strong desire. I had hoped so anyway. Perhaps it was just a matter of chemicals no longer in his body.
“And now?”
“Let’s just say you could run something up the flagpole every morning if you wished.” His smile was wicked and sexy and left me wetter in the panties. I suddenly felt hot and flushed.Fuck, I needed some relief.
“So you attribute this return to form to not taking Scarlett’s ED cocktail for the last several weeks? Anything else contributing?” I was still fishing, but I was using a net now and not just a fishing pole with one hook on it. Without a doubt, I wanted Dirk to ask me out now. I would not hesitate to say yes and I would make sure his dessert that night was worth it.
“Nothing that I can think of,” he replied.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. When I checked the clock, our session was over.
“I guess your time is up, Mr. Baxter. Let me walk you to the door.”
We both rose and headed to the door. I opened it for him and we paused.
“I already left a check with Penny.”
“So, you’re all paid up. Good.”
“Thank you very much. For everything.” He reached out to shake my hand.
“No hug?”
The hand remained extended, and I finally took it and shook his hand. I felt a tingling sensation from my hand to my chest. Just from his touch, my nipples got hard. My pussy begged for his touch. I wanted to hug him and press my breasts against his hard chest. I wanted to feel his hard dick pressed against my belly.
