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“I don’t think I’m comfortable with you doing this,” I tell her.
“I can always ask the guard to come do it.” She gives me a smug smile. “Now, just relax. It feels like you’re having a pap smear or getting fucked by a really stiff cock. I know by your records you’ve had your regular girlie checkups, so you’re used to pap smears.”
“How the fuck did you get my…” My breath catches as she slides the cold solid device into my vagina.
“Medical records?” The bimbo doctor finishes for me. “My boss is a very resourceful person.”
Before I can answer, I hear heartbeats, and she sucks in her breath.
“There are your babies.” Her demeanor changes as she stares at the monitor. Gone is the flirty vixen as she smiles in awe at the screen. “Congratulations, mommy, it looks like you’re having twins.”
“Seriously?” My eyes widen, and I stare at the screen. I’m not sure what I’m looking at. Doctor Bimbo points them out to me. “Oh wow.” I breathe, my eyes misting over. “Those are my babies. My little beans.”
“Here.” She moves her rolling stool toward the monitor, fiddles with some buttons, prints off a picture, and hands it to me. “This is your official eight-week scan.”
“I knew I was having twins.” My voice is soft as I stare at the picture in my hands and swipe at the tears tickling my cheek.
“It’s overwhelming the first time you see this.” Doctor Bimbo’s voice is softer now and has a bit more compassion. “Especially for a first-time mother.”
I’m so busy staring at the picture I don’t realize she’s removed the device until I feel something rough being swiped over my clit and around my opening. I instantly try to pull away.
“Relax, I’m just wiping away the gel,” she tells me before she gives me a sultry half-smile. “I can give you a more thorough cleaning with my tongue if you’d like me to.”
That’s it! “Look, Doctor Bimbo,” I hiss, although my clit has started to throb, fucking traitor. “I’m not into women, and if I weren’t in the back end of beyond, I’d make sure your license was revoked for improper behavior toward your patients.”
“Oh, sweety,” she laughs, unfazed by my threat, as she rubs the paper towel around my entrance a little deeper than necessary, “I haven’t practiced in the conventional circles for years. My conventional career ended years ago when I found myself in a bad situation, and the only way out was to work in the underworld, shall we say.“ She runs the towel over my clit one more time, making me jolt. Pulling off her latex gloves, she stands at the end of the bed, looking at my pussy. “And most of my clients love the special attention I give them.” She moves closer and starts to run her hands up my legs again. “Especially the pregnant ones, as they are usually ultra horny, and their husbands tend to neglect them. Their wives’ bloated bodies turn them off.” She stops by my knee and runs her nails down my calves. “Men can be such dicks. I find a woman beautiful no matter their size. And before you get on your high horse, I like cock just as much as I do pussy.”
“Well, good for you,” I splutter. “But I’m not one of those women who need any of your special attention,“ I tell her haughtily. “Now, please unstrap me.”
“Are you sure?” She runs the tips of her fingers over my pussy lips. “Your little bud looks a little swollen.”
I start pulling at my legs and lean forward to try and get to the straps.
“Oh, wow, you’re so bendy,” she notes. “I should’ve known by your beautiful physique that you’re a gymnast or a dancer.”
“Just fucking get me off here!” I raise my voice as anger starts to burn in the pit of my stomach. “Trust me, Doctor Bimbo, you don’t want to make me angry.”
“It’s Doctor Cherise Alder,” she corrects me. “Although I’ve been called worse things than a bimbo.” She winks at me again. “Not that I mind. I love being called a dirty whore, slut. It’s such a turn-on when you’re fucking.”
“Oh, my God!” I finally pull my one leg free. “I don’t care about your sordid, sick little life.” I get my other leg free and hop off the bed. “Jesus. What is wrong with you?” After giving her a dirty look, I rush behind the screen, ignoring her laughter.
Crazy fucking bitch! I hurriedly get dressed. My eyes keep darting to the picture of my babies. They’re growing inside me! Suddenly I feel awestruck, and the crazy bitch is all but forgotten as I hear her open the door to the room and call the guard.
I step out from behind the screen and next to the guard to put him between me and Doctor Bimbo, the sex addict.
“I look forward to our next exam,” Doctor Bimbo calls after me.
My eyes fall on the paper clips on the desk. I could use a few of those. As we’re about to get to the door, I do a trip and sprawl onto the cabinet, quickly palming a few of the paper clips.
The guard reaches out to steady me.
“Be careful, Mrs. Belov,” he says.
I spin and glare at the doctor. “I wouldn’t count on seeing me again,” I hiss.
“Are you okay,” the guard asks me once we are out of the office, and I quickly slip the paper clips into my pocket. “I know Doctor Alder has a reputation for being a bit… uh… frisky?”
“Mmm,” I nod. “She’s a fucking pervert and no longer licensed, I believe.”
