Ow. What kind of amateur hour is this?"Would it help if I take my bra off?" I asked.
He cleared his throat. "That really won't be necessary. Good news, though. I don't feel any lumps."
"You must not be doing it right, then. You have to really squeeze them. Like this." I reached up and massaged my left breast.
"If you're feeling discomfort in your breasts, it may be due to hormonal changes caused by your menstrual cycle."
Now he's talking about my period?Either he was really bad at role-playing, or he was into some seriously kinky shit.You want kinky? I’ll give you kinky.
"Time to examine my pussy," I said. "I bet you'll like it more than grabbing little boy's balls and making them cough all day, you filthy pervert."Wow, what?I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it. In my head it had sounded sexy and playful. In reality, it was the exact opposite.
"Excuse me?"
I forced a laugh. This was quickly falling apart. I thought back to my flawless fantasy. What had I done to seduce him then?That's right!The shirtless version of him had loved my striptease.
I hopped off the exam table and turned away from him. I tried to unhook my bra, but the clasp was stuck.Damned $10 JCPenney bra.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. "Wait and see," I said with a wink. Finally I got my bra undone and pulled my shirt off. I was about to slip my jeans off, but I started to panic.My big ass. What if he hates the stretch marks? And my vagina!The freshly waxed skin kind of looked like an alien.
Focus!I told myself. Why was I suddenly feeling so self-conscious? I hadn't felt this way at all when the fantasy was all in my head. I needed to be more like my imaginary self. She wouldn't be self-conscious of her hoo-ha. She would own that shit.Guys love vaginas.Even though Joe hadn't. In fact, he had seemed pretty scared of her.
I arched my back and started to slide my jeans and thong off all sexy, but I couldn't get them over my big ass. When I wiggled to help move things along, I lost my footing and started to fall.
Dr. Lyons caught me in his strong arms. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Finally we're getting somewhere!"Now I am," I said as I leaned in for the kiss. One of my hands gripped his broad shoulders while the other wandered to his crotch. I grabbed his huge, erect... Nope. He was flaccid. Not even half-mast. Completely and utterly limp. Like he was ice-fishing naked in January.
"Whoa!" he yelled, dropping me on the ground. The linoleum was hard and cold against my half-naked ass. "Okay, no. This is totally inappropriate. This appointment is over."
He stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut.
My tail bone ached, but I hardly noticed. I was too busy thinking about how much I had just embarrassed myself. My worst nightmare had just come true. I would never be able to show my face in this office again. Possibly even in public.
"Well that could have gone better," I muttered.
In all fairness to me, though, I had tried. He was the one who wasn't into me. What kind of wish was that?
And then it hit me.No.It wasn't a wish at all. It had nothing to do with the Society. The GenieMD poster had just been a coincidence.Oh my God, what the fuck did I just do?!This had just been a normal doctor's visit. Well, normal until I had forced him to fondle my breasts and then called him a filthy pervert.
Fuck my life.
I was an embarrassment to the world. I could never leave my apartment again.
Stalker Problems - Chapter 10 - Homeless Rutherford Strikes Again
Friday – April 7, 2023
My night of hermitting was everything I’d ever wanted. I'd snuggled up on my couch with my kindle and some boxed wine and gotten lost in a world where an awkward college girl seduces her professor. I even lit a candle that smelled like fresh apple pie. For a few hours, I was able to pretend like I hadn't practically raped Dr. Lyons.
But then I started to get hungry. I looked in the fridge, but I was pretty much out of everything.Damn it!Going to the grocery store would involve me leaving my apartment, so that was out. I wasn't about to break my vow of reclusivity. Really there was only one viable option: order some ‘za.
I opened the website for Nico's Pizza and was all ready to check out when a horrible thought occurred to me.I'm going to have to interact with the pizza guy.That was a problem. After my experience at the doctor's office, it was clear that I couldn't be trusted around other humans. I'd probably panic and answer the door completely naked. I’d probably make weird innuendos about extra sausage and drop to my knees instead of just signing the stupid receipt.
How awful would that be? And what if it wasn't even the pizza boy at the door? What if it was a SWAT team coming to take me in on rape charges? In that case, answering the door nude would basically be a signed confession. They wouldn't even give me atrial. They'd just send me straight to sex rehab. Maybe that was where I belonged.
I couldn't risk flashing the pizza boy, but I also needed some pizza. So I left a comment in the delivery instructions: "Please knock and leave the pizza on the welcome mat."
