Chapter 9
When Kim woke up on Thursday morning she stretched and felt the slight ache in her limbs. But everything else was okay, her fingers reached down to inspect and feel the warm folds of her small cunt. It was fine, snug, happy. Her anus was also in tip-top shape, just like Doctor Blake and Nurse Phillips had said.
She closed her eyes and let the fingers dwell against the softness of the vagina while remembering how gentle the older, gray-haired doctor had been when he checked her out. He made sure she was thoroughly cleansed inside with a cool, refreshing spray of tingling liquid from an instrument he'd inserted in her. Everything flushed out of her all at once, the liquid, the stinging pains, the residue of the nasty cocks of James and his derelict pal.
Then Nurse Phillips bathed her and scrubbed her hair while she relaxed in a whirlpool bath. Kim was worried about Jan coming to pick her up and not finding her in the parking lot. Doctor Blake was so understanding. He had even gone out and brought Jan in; he had her wait in the reception area until Kim was dressed and all back together.
Kim rolled from the bed and started dressing for school. As she slid her fresh panties up her long legs she thought about James and the questions Doctor Blake asked. The dashing man suggested that Kim not tell anyone and avoid all the embarrassment something like this could cause. He assured her Doctor Conrad would regret his actions for the rest of his life. Kim agreed-Doctor Blake's determination seemed so fierce that she knew James would suffer an awful lot.
Thursday afternoon Doctor Blake called James Conrad into his office and told him to sit down. Silently, James obeyed. The stern-faced old man stared at him a long time, finally shook his head clucked his lips. 'I'll be damned if I can understand it, Conrad," he said. "But that innocent little girl has begged me, literally begged me, to go easy on you!"
James didn't believe it. "She did?"
"Yes. She actually shed tears when I said you would be thrown out of the profession and probably sent to jail."
"She cried?"
"Bawled like a little girl. I tried everything I know to get her to change her mind because I personally think you are a filthy, corrupt, indecent bastard!" Blake firmly stated.
James could tell hot air when he heard it. "Who are you trying to fool, you big asshole?" James responded.
Blake's mouth fell open and he had to remove his glasses and wipe them before regaining his composure. "Let's set personal feelings aside, Conrad...."
"Fine."
"She refuses to press charges."
"That's not her prerogative, Blake! That's a decision her parents have to make," James snapped.
"Dammit! She refuses to tell them! I tried to convince her but for some idiotic reason she won't do it!"
"Don't lay that bullshit on me, Doctor Blake," James said. "If she tells her parents the roof will cave in on me and on your pristine medical center too! You can't afford the scandal any more than I can!"
"Listen here, you...."
James interrupted. "Horseshit! Furthermore, if her folks hear about this they'll lock her up, put watchdogs on her! And that would keep her from getting here, wouldn't it? Then what would you and your big-assed nurse have to play with besides each other, huh? I know what you're up to, Doctor Blake," he sneered.
Blake stood up. "I resent the implication you are drawing about my nurse and myself. And I won't have you implying that I have any interest of an impure nature in that young girl!"
James Conrad exhaled; it was stupid to argue. His position was defenseless, he was caught in the act. But as a last effort at busting through the marble-faced facade of the old fart he said, "She loves to have her ears sucked."
Blake leaned forward, he pretended not to hear. "What did you say?" he asked.
"She likes to feel a tongue in her ear, doctor. It makes her crazy, she drops her pants and begs for cock if you just suck on her ear."
Blake looked away; his composure seemed shaken. James realized he had the old man going. "And she loves it up the ass ... right up inside the old rectum ... to say nothing about the throat, way down the old gullet with sperm popping on her tonsils...."
"I refuse to listen to any more of this scandalous hearsay," Blake mumbled.
"Hearsay? Shit, Blake, I fucked her, busted her cherry, and I created a monster, a Frankenstein! There was no holding her back, no way to return the innocence which had attracted me in the first place! You'll see! You'll see the burning lust in her eyes, the hungry, vulture stare and gulping mouth. She'll suck the skin right off your cock if you don't watch out!"
"Shut up!" Blake cried. "You are fired! Gone! I want you out of this center by tomorrow afternoon at the latest! Do you understand?"
James saw the bulging veins and red color spreading in the doctor's face and he knew he was right. Nothing was happening except that he was being dealt out, no reprimand, no record, no cops or trial or malpractice hearing. They were letting him get off scot-free so they could have Kim's big tits and heaving cunt to themselves. He smiled, and a great relief came over him.
"Fine with me," said James.
"Thank your lucky stars for our mercy. If we wanted you could be brought up on very serious charges!"
"Yep." James stood. "But like I said, you'd have the pleasure of nailing me to the cross but you'd lose the virgin. And that would make both you and Nurse Phillips very unhappy."
"Get out!"
James spend Friday clearing out his small office. He took his time packing and loading the car because every time Doctor Blake passed by he went into a fit of coughing. And Nurse Phillips refused to look James in the eye. She was scared, very scared. James knew what she was so afraid of, that he might mention to Doctor Blake the fact that his beautiful nurse had happened to join them once. That she took his cock and loved it.
Doctor Conrad toyed with the idea of saying something, of blowing Nurse Phillips' relationship with the crusty old bastard wide open. He knew he had undeniable proof; one mention of her thick patch of wild black hair would cinch it all.
By four o'clock James had his car packed and was ready to go, he waited in his bare office until Nurse Phillips passed by. "Uhhh, Nurse Phillips, I'd like to speak with you about something!" he called out.
She slowly returned to his open door and looked in. He saw a glimmer of fear and apprehension in her eyes; she seemed vulnerable as hell. James loved it. "Yes?" he asked.
He signalled her inside with a crook of his finger. "I'm wondering how aware you are of your weak position."
She gulped, the tongue came out to wash across her full but dry lips. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, nurse," he said. "Old Blake would go berserk if he knew I laid you, wouldn't he?"
"I guess he would. But I'd deny it," she answered in an attempt to appear confident.
"With blond on your head and black in your snatch? And I recall two moles and a tiny scar. I notice those things; after all, I'm a physician."
Her bravado broke. "Please...."
"Mercy? Is that what you're asking for after what you did to me?"
"Yes. I'll do anything...."
That's what James was waiting for. He jumped up. "Good. I want your address! We'll go out to dinner this weekend!"
"Huh?" She was stunned.
"Dinner, drinks, dancing and whatever else happens. I think it's time I started appreciating mature women! After all, every man has to start acting his age at some time!" he cried excitedly.
Nurse Phillips laughed with joy and wrote out her address. "I can't wait," she said. And she meant it. "I won't mind being with a man my age either!"
As James left the building he saw the blue car pull into the parking lot. Kim was driving, her long brown hair whipped in the wind through the open window. He knew he was right, it was Friday and she was keeping her appointment. But with a different doctor, older, wiser, more worldly.
His heart dropped like a lead weight in his chest when he saw both car doors open. Kim stepped from the driver's side and her tithe little sister, Jan, stepped from the passenger side. They both wore short skirts and appeared nervous. Kim was bringing along her young sister.
"Hi, Kim," James said as they passed. "Is this Jan?"
Jan beamed up at him with the eyes of a bunny, darting, anxious, awed and vulnerable. Kim grabbed her hand and quickly pulled the little doll away. "Don't talk with him," she said. "He's not a nice man!"
James laughed and called out, "Listen to your big sister, Jan! She'll make sure you learn everything the right way!"
He climbed in his car and took a last look at the medical center. He wouldn't miss it. And he was surprised how little he cared about Jan finally arriving when it was too late. He had better things to think about, like the coming weekend.