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I’ll be there in ten.

I stride out of the bedroom and grab the keys off the counter. The phone chimes again.

Take elevator to eleven. Go through push doors. Ignore closed signs. I’ll be in room three.

I frown at the screen. I thought the hospital only had ten floors? It’s a mysterious request, and my blood stirs. More dots dance on the screen before another text appears.

Message me when you’re pulling into parking lot.

My hand shakes in anticipation. I don’t know what she has planned for me and I don’t care – only one thing matters, and I tap it out now.

Be naked.

I’m pushing past the closed signs on eleven in twelve minutes. A dark corridor stretches ahead of me. The only source of light is a smudge on the linoleum floor down the other end and I head towards it, my legs eating up the distance, my groin wound tighter than a guitar string, my blood thick and hot in my veins.

The rooms on either side count down from twenty, and all the doors are open as I pass. They’re full of ancient-looking equipment – from beds to IV poles to all kinds of machinery. The corridor is also lined with discarded gear. It must be the place equipment comes to die.

The room the light comes from is number three, and my pulse picks up as I turn into it and pause on the threshold. There’s more equipment crammed in here, but right in the back corner, a light is shining. It’s a free-standing lamp. Thelight source is at the end of an angled arm, which is currently hovering over the top of what looks like one of those narrow examination beds.

It’s hard to tell properly from here. The bed has been placed diagonally in the corner, and all I can see is the underside of the top half, which has been raised to almost ninety degrees. Like the rest of the equipment I’ve seen here, it doesn’t look new. The metal is pockmarked, and it seems to be of very basic construction, like something from a black-and-white photograph.

Holly’s not here. ‘Doc?’

Suddenly, a fuzz of dark hair appears at the top of the raised portion of the bed. The head turns, and Holly is peeping out over the edge. The usual flood of emotion I experience whenever I see her hits me in the chest.

‘I thought you’d never get here.’

There’s impatience in her voice and that note of huskiness I’ve come to know so well. She’s really turned on. My cock stiffens.

‘How long have you been lying there waiting for me?’ I ask as I pick a path through the equipment. All I can see is from her nose up, but I just know she’s naked over there, and it suddenly feels like a hundred miles away.

‘Too long. I almost started without you.’

I laugh as I reach the raised end. She’s turned back and all I can see is the top of her head again, so I walk around. The sight that greets me stops my breath.

She’s lying on the narrow bed, naked except for her stethoscope. Her tits are high and full, her nipples hard and flushed with arousal, and I wonder if she’s been playing with them while she waited. Her dark hair is in some kind of updo. A few tendrils have escaped and brush her neck, but my eyes fall to the bell of the stethoscope, brushing her cleavage like ithad in the titty pic. One of the earpieces kisses the mocha circle surrounding her nipple.

But the most fascinating part is the way Holly’s legs are positioned. I walk to the end of the bed to get a closer look. They’re primly together but bent at the knees, her calves resting in mounted stirrups, which are attached to a slide bar just under where the mattress abruptly ends. Her bare ass hangs over the edge a little.

Christ… this is like every sick fantasy I’ve ever had, rolled into one.

‘I’m so pleased you could make it, Doctor,’ she says, all high and breathy, some of which I suspect is deliberate, some of it not. She toys with the earpieces of the stethoscope. ‘I have this terrible ache between my legs.’

Slowly, with some squeaking of metal, the stirrups separate. As do her legs. In seconds she is wide open, her legs well and truly out of the way, and I’m staring at her almost-bare pussy, her inner thighs glistening in the light from the lamp behind.

‘Holy fuck,’ I whisper. My cock is so hard now I’m pretty sure it’s entered a state of rigor mortis.

‘Oh, hurry, Doctor, please. The pain is getting worse.’

I blow out an unsteady breath as my gaze treks up her body. She’s fucking gorgeous and she’s all mine.

Holly

I can barely breathe as Danny’s hot gaze brands me as his. My pussy – yes, pussy – pulses at the heat in those blue eyes, and I suppress the urge to squirm at the sudden, delicious gleam that enters them.

‘Never fear, Miss Vincent,’ he says, his voice deeper and gruffer than normal. ‘I’m sure I can cure it.’

My heart trips as he slips into his role. ‘Oh, could you?’ I toy with the earpieces of the stethoscope, and a hot wave of wantonness rolls through my belly as his eyes zero in on the movement. The urge to arch my back rides me hard, but I suppress it as one of my fingers accidentally brushes my nipple.