Beautiful Force (11 page)

“Allison, doesn’t this tell you I’m not Jace? I mean Jace has control. Today with you he had none because Jace isn’t here, I am. Don’t you see that now?” Channing asked then added. “He’s a good man with honor. Talk about being loyal. I mean...I know he’s had struggles, but he overcame them every time he was in the face of adversity. Who wouldn’t want to be that kind of man? I have hosted the bodies of many men and once even a woman’s but—”

Allison interrupted him, again. “A woman’s body...so now you are saying you have magically popped into some random woman’s body, before...too?” Her voice trailed off.
 

“No, not so random but, yes and it was very interesting. Thank God, she was a lesbian. But, out of all of them I have hosted, I have learned the most from Jace.”
 

“This is unbelievable,” Allison whispered under her breath, processing what he was confessing to her.
He really believes what he’s saying,
Allison thought.

“After taking over Jace’s body, I began to hate who I was—who I am. Before I left my body—wow, I can’t believe that was almost two years ago.” Channing said mostly to himself.
  “Anyway, I was a sexual taker and sometimes seen as a giver by women who can’t get enough—my existence was to be pleased and to please women—women like you.” He swallowed hard.

 
Allison’s lips pursed tightly as her perfectly manicured brows knitted together. She was clearly offended by his opinion of her. 

“Like me, what does that mean?” Her tone was trite and fluctuated greatly.
 

“Yes—like you—Allison, you are beautiful—I didn’t mean you were hard up for sex. It’s just...you have never taken time to get to know a man—a lot of women don’t. Mainly because they’ve been so hurt by men—men like me, the old me...I can say that now.” His full lips turned to a tight straight line. “You have walls up around your heart, Allison. And, not to mention, rumor has it you don’t conduct your practice on the up and up.” He tilted his head, and her poker face expression confirmed what he knew—the rumors were true.
 

Allison didn’t flinch a muscle. She tried to appear as if she was not affected by his comments, not to mention his viewpoint of her sexual indiscretions. After all, he was right.
 Allison was a strong-minded woman and wanted to be pleased, at least in the bedroom by men. Many men sometimes. And on an a few occasions, she enjoyed women too; however, she only did this to get closer to their men. Keep your friends close, but the men you want to enjoy girlfriends’ closer. There were many times that Allison found herself sandwiched between a hot couple’s passionate lovemaking sessions. 

“Don’t forget I’m the therapist here...just because you’re over a decade older than me,”—she cleared her throat—“I have years of experience over you, at least in this field,” she retorted, condescendingly.
 

Allison’s mind was a shady matter of gray. There was nothing black and white in her world, only a blurry line between the two. Channing had her pegged. Despite his harsh judgment of her, she could take it in the same way she dished it out on a daily basis to her patients.

Channing shifted his body weight leaning closer into Allison’s personal space. “I hope I didn’t step on your toes by sharing my perception of you. As you said, you’re the therapist here. You’re right, I shouldn’t have over stepped my boundaries by analyzing you.” 

Allison’s eyes widened as the realization settled in her that something was indeed different today. Very different. Aside from the incredible oral sex he had with her, Jace was not himself.

She reasoned though, that’s the point. Maybe he was having a break-through. She recalled the last session with Jace, which was several days ago.

What a wreck he was and still, after two long years, he had no self-confidence and continued to ramble on about his wife. He had no idea how good looking he was to the opposite sex. She was attracted to his shy demeanor. The Jace she knew would not have ever acted on such an impulse to have sex with her before today.
 

The man who sat before her was not insecure, to say the least. All the education in the world could have never prepared her for this outlandish story. Even her father would have been thrown for a loop. Channing seemed sane. What was she missing?
 

If Channing
’s story was true, or even remotely possible, how could she help him? Jace was one of a handful of patients that she actually treated to some extent. She began to second-guess why Jace didn’t want her, but Channing did? It always circled back to Allison’s own self-image.

She stared deeper into his mesmerizing azure blue eyes, searching for a clue.
 

Channing
’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “I see that it’s dawning on you now that I might be telling you the truth,” he said, placing his hand on her knee. 

“Are those con—your eyes they are so blue,” she paused, as she continued to stare into his pale blue eyes.
 

“Contacts? No…they are mine. And to prove that I’m Channing...” His eyes flashed to the file on her desk. “Remember...Jace has green eyes.”

“Yes I know,” she lied, tilting up one corner of her mouth. What was he up to? She was sure Jace’s eyes were blue. But they were just not as intense as they were today. 

“Wow, you have been counseling him for practically two years and you have no idea what color his eyes are—do you?” He leaned on the arms of her chair cornering her and questioned her compassion for her clients.
 

“I don’t study my patient’s eyes, it’s their minds I’m concerned about,” she argued, lying again.
 

“Well, these are my eyes. It’s the only a part of me besides my mind, and well, you just enjoyed the other part of my anatomy that crossed over into Jace’s body,” he said proudly. His baritone voice caused her heart to skip a beat.
 

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Your penis crossed over too?” She laughed out loud, seemingly entertaining his theory. She leaned in to get a closer look at Jace’s face. Suddenly, she felt a hot flash deep in her feminine core.
 

His eyes slowly scanned her torso and shapely legs and then he locked them with hers. His eyes were piercing and bluer than anyone’s she’s ever seen before.
 

As his gaze fell into hers, her pulse quickened, and she pondered his unbelieving story.
What if it were true? Who was this man that sat before her? His confidence alone turned her on. His eyes sparkled with lust for her. Jace never looked at her this way before. He certainly was very different from Jace, she thought. Another hot impulse rushed to her feminine core. Her desire to have her way with him again began to beat below her waistline. Wake-up call. Maybe he was telling her the truth. 

Channing closed his eyes in order to break their contact. He wanted her to stay focused before they got distracted into another tryst of hot passionate lovemaking.
 

“Why did you close your eyes? Open them,” she hissed, ordering him to do so.
 

“My eyes are distracting you, aren’t they, Allison? I feel the heat pouring off of you again. You know I’m not Jace now, don’t you?” His voice caused her womanly pheromones to flow.
 

“Jace—Channing, whoever you are, I told you I have dinner plans, so we need to wrap this up, okay? Your story is quite remarkable, and I think I should refer you to”—the corners of her
mouth turned up, her forced smile quivered in the corners. “A priest!” 

Channing kept his eyes closed as he spoke. “I told you, I don’t need to see anyone else. And, I am not finished with you yet. My eyes have always seemed to release an uncontrollable urge in women. I usually wear my sunglasses to avoid a scene in public places. I have to say, you would be amazed at how creative a woman filled with desire can be when she lets her inhibitions go even in public places.”
 

“Oh I am sure,” Allison whispered. Her voice was low and raspy. With his eyes shut she felt safe to close hers. She knew what it was like to be blindfolded. To not see your partner amplifies the sexual bliss. She sat their quietly listening to him speak. The sound of his breath caused her sexual cravings to heighten. For a moment, she imagined herself sitting on top of his lap and straddling him with her legs.
 

“I have had sex in many precarious places, hotel hallways, public bathrooms, cars and even outdoors. Once it happened on the
“E” train in New York City, it was super crowded and there was no place to sit. This little filly glanced down into my eyes and, before I could protest, she sat on my lap and in a flash her skirt was up baring flesh. Within seconds, I was inside of her wet sex. Never saw her again; she didn’t seem to care and neither did I. When it was over, she simply smiled and exited into the crowd. It was impersonal and raw. Just how I used to like it, but never again. 

“You see, every woman I’ve had relations with just wants me to satisfy them and, for the longest time, I was okay with it. I have tested this theory and no matter what shape my host is in, overweight, skinny, muscular...it doesn’t make a difference once a woman’s eyes fall into mine it’s all over…or should I say it’s on.”
 

“I can enter the body of the biggest prick
they've ever known, someone who they’ve detested all their life, but one look at my eyes and well, it doesn’t matter, they want me. And as you know when they see how hung I am, well…”

 
  “Stop Channing, I mean Jace.” Allison’s eyes popped open. “I am not buying your ability to cast spells over women with your eyes. I am not buying any of your story about hosting the bodies of other people. And so what, you have a huge penis, get over yourself!” she barked. “Open those baby blues so I can prove to you that you have no power. None what-so-ever over women.”

Jace opened his eyes. “Go ahead take a long look, Doc. But, don’t blame me for what happens next,” he said, warning her with a crooked smile and a wink.

Allison looked deeply into Jace’s eyes. “See, nothing!” She quickly turned away. 

“No, stay focused.” He titled her chin back toward him and gazed deeply into her eyes.
            

There it was
, another warm pulsation at the gateway to her feminine core. She felt the moisture seeping into the lining of her panties. Her eyelashes fluttered trying to break their eye contact. Channing held her face steady in place as she struggled to move.

“Like I said, I feel nothing. So, this disproves your theory all the way around. I truly think you are having major sexual disillusions of grandeur and perhaps,” she said her voice increasing to a high-pitched tone
and then broke off. 

Moisture trickled down her thighs. She shifted her weight to her opposite hip in the chair and wiped her brow with the back of her hand.
 

“Are you okay, Allison?” He felt the heat pouring of
f her like a furnace.

“Excuse me, it’s feeling a bit warm in here,” she inadvertently admitted.

The color in her pale pink cheeks rose to a deep shade of red. She stood up to check the thermostat in the room then moved to her desk, fumbling through some files. 

“You were saying…you still think I’m delusional?” Jace appeared behind her, mocking her acute high-pitched tone in the best way he possibly could.
 

He pressed his body up against her back. She was sandwiched between his groin and the desk. In one quick movement, he pushed the center of her back down onto the desk. Face down. Quickly, he traced his fingers beneath her skirt and peeled the edge of her panties to the side.
 

Allison wiggled her hips beneath his firm hold, protesting fiercely, “Stop that, Channing,” but not before his fingers pushed between her wet folds.
 

“Hum, feels drenched to me,” he quipped arrogantly as one finger slid deeper into her sex and the other fondled her.
 

He traced over her swollen knot—it was hard, enlarged and felt like a perfect velvet pearl. She wanted him again.

Channing leaned over, suspending his weight over her tiny frame. Her spine lengthened and she moaned, as her ass arched upward and toward his groin. 

Channing whispered, teasingly into her ear.
  “I promise you that your practice will not be compromised if you want to go another round with Channing.” His arrogant laughter enveloped her, she felt like a fool for desiring him again. 

Allison snapped up nearly hitting her head on his chin. “Get the fuck off me Jace and take Channing with you,” She fumed, her arms flailed in all directions.
 

He swiftly grabbed her and spun her around to face him. The
ir bodies were locked together. She could feel the bulge hardening in his groin. 

“Meet Channing,” he said, his face splayed an egotist
ically smug grin.

“Channing?” she questioned. “Oh I see now, Channing is the name you have given your penis. How cute and juvenile,” she snarled. “Now get out of my way.” She dipped below his arm, scooting around the desk.
 

“No, I told you I am Channing. That’s my real name,” he firmly replied, tapping his temples with his index finger.