There was no way it was him. If it was, wouldn’t he be the fake doctor in the lab coat? I shook my head. It was way more likely that one of the girls at my spin class had taken pity on me after my divorce. They all probably had the money. Or at least, their husbands did.
The final and most pressing question was whether or not this doctor's appointment was a Society event. The Society had proven to be ninja-like with their delivery of envelopes, and they certainly had a lot of money if all their members made million-dollar security deposits, so maybe they had set this up. And Chastity was right...doctors that looked like Dr. Lyons were a rare breed.
The only way to tell for sure would be to play along and see how things went. The rational part of my brain told me to run away. If I stayed and tried to act out some sexy doctor fantasy, I'd probably just be awkward and mess it up. Or get his germs.No!screamed the other half of my brain - the irrational part, the part that fantasized about my stalker. It told me that Chastity was right. That trying new things was actually a way to grow as a human. I had to let go of my fears if I wanted to experience something new.
So I did.
I let my mind wander to thoughts of Dr. Lyons. He didn't need a back story like most people I saw on the streets. He already had one. He was a pediatrician who dedicated his life to healing children. If that wasn't sexy, I didn't know what was. I wondered what he was doing at that very moment. Going over lines for his role-play as a doctor? Slipping into a sexy doctor's outfit? An image of him in a tight little white dress with red crosses over his nips popped into my head.Ew.I shook my head and switched the image to him shirtless with a stethoscope around his neck.Much better.
"You can do this," I whispered to myself. I looked in the mirror and adjusted my breasts. Just then, Dr. Lyons walked in.Did he see me? Oh God, he definitely saw me.My face started to turn red.No! Be confident!
He cleared his throat. "Sorry that I took so…long," he said in a very suggestive voice.
I turned around and saw that he was dressed just as I had hoped. The stethoscope dangled over his naked pecs.
This is really happening.I couldn't believe it.
"Good news: you're STD-free. According to the blood work, that is. I'd still like to do a few...additional tests. Just to be sure." He raised one eyebrow ever so slightly.
"What kind of tests?" I asked in my sexiest voice.
"You'll see." His eyes undressed me as he snapped on two latex gloves.
I turned away from him and pulled my shirt over my head. Then I looked back and locked eyes with him as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the ground. His Adam's apple rose and fell as he watched me. I bit my lip slightly as I slipped out of my jeans and thong in one silky movement.
"Get on the exam table and spread your legs," he growled. It wasn't a request. It was a demand.
God this is so hot."Yes, doctor," I said. I hopped up and opened my legs wide. The exam table paper crunched under my bare ass.
He stood still for a second. His eyes took in every inch of me.The anticipation just made me want him even more. And based on the growing bulge in his scrubs, I knew he felt the same way.
Slowly, torturously slowly, he approached me. His gloved hands traced down my thighs as he gazed into my eyes. "Try to relax, Ms. Cooper."
Relax?How could I relax at a time like this? My heart was racing a million beats per minute. If the nurse took my pulse now, she'dbe horrified. I pictured her awkwardly taking my pulse as the doctor inched farther up my thighs. Was she going to walk in? I tried to see if the door was locked, but my view was blocked by Dr. Lyons’ broad shoulders. Based on the expected behaviors listed in the contract, the nurse walking in wouldn't be that surprising. Public sex and voyeurismwereon the list. But rather than being horrified, I found the idea somewhat exhilarating. Or maybe it was just the fact that Dr. Lyons’ fingers were now only inches away from giving me the pleasure I wanted. The pleasure Ineeded.
Just before he got there, the door opened and I crashed out of my fantasy.
My heart was pounding in my chest like I’d just been caught doing something terribly dirty. Even though it had all been in my head. I hoped I wasn’t blushing when I turned to see Dr. Lyons entering the room. Much to my dismay, he was fully clothed. No stethoscope over naked man chest...yet. But for the first time, I thought I could actually do this. That I actuallywantedto do this. I knew how to be sexy. And ultimately, it was his fantasy I assumed. So he’d be leading the way.I can do this. I can experience new things. This is my chance.
"I found the final page of the tests," he said. "It looks like you're STD free. At least, you don't have any of the serious ones that get in your blood."
"What about the others?" I asked.
"A quick examination should tell us everything we need to know. If you wouldn't mind pulling your pants down to your knees,we'll get this over with and then you can be on your way with a clean bill of health."
Shit! What do I do?Thanks to my fantasy, I was soaking wet. I couldn't let him poke around down there. But also…I wanted to. Or else I wouldn’t have just daydreamed about it. I took a deep breath and silently promised myself that I was going to seduce the shit out of Dr. Lyons. Just like in my fantasy.
"You think it's that easy to get into my pants?" I asked, jumping onto the exam table.
"I uh..." He was totally flustered.
Dude, step up your role-playing game.I leaned back and stuck my breasts out. "How about we start with a breast exam." It sounded more awkward than I'd hoped, so I added, "To get to know each other."
"I'm not sure that's necessary."
"But Doctor," I said in a super high-pitched voice. "I think I felt a lump the other day." I bit my lower lip and stared into his blue eyes.
"Oh, okay then." He put on a glove, not even bothering to sexily snap it, and then poked my breast hard with two fingers.
