Chapter 10
I lay in my own bed and looked across the short space at Pete. He was snoring away. I guess I disappointed a lot of people when I came back, but I couldn't go through that movie bit. Four Lips would have made a better heroine than I. I lit a cigarette and relaxed. It sure felt good to be back in my own bed. Losing the clothes I did, didn't bother me. That was how I could get new ones all of the time. Hell, I'd lost a whole wardrobe in Mexico, well almost. Now maybe I could again settle down to just being a good ole' nurse for Pete, like I once was.
Either my thoughts or the cigarette smoke woke him up. He rolled over and looked at me in the early morning light, that was filtering through the Venetian blinds. "Mornin', Kitten! How's my Doctor Sexanna after her adventurous brush with the savages?" He asked, grinning.
"Please don't call me that! I'm just a nurse, and I'm gonna stay one!" I said.
"Oh, yeah? Listen, hot pants, I've already done up your papers. You can't go back to just being a nurse. I've got some patients who want to be treated by my female associate."
"What? Oh, no! Come on, Pete, quit playing with me! You're joking, aren't you?" I asked.
"Nope! I even fixed a gold seal on your diploma. Hell, that being a doctor idea of yours was a good thing. Even the government hires headshrinkers."
"Yes, but not our kind!"
"Why not? Hell, I know of a lot of space agencies that want doctors."
"Yes, but real ones! We're quacks!"
"Quacks! Honey, you hurt me deeply!"
"Yes, I know, right where you sit down!" I said, snuffing out my butt and lighting another. This kookie boss of mine had lost his marbles, and I said so.
"But, Kitten, you did real fine down state."
"Don't mention that bit."
"I don't mean that fake movie stuff, but your doctor's office. You left a lot of people needing your brand of doctoring."
"So, what do you want me to do, go back and start where I left off?"
"No, I want you to work this area around here with me."
"Be a counselor?"
"No, I'll do that. You be the real doctor, the real psychiatrist. I'll be the counselor. I'll find out what neurotic disturbances they have, and then recommend you. How's that sound?"
"Knowing you, it'll work."
"Sure, it'll work! You'll have an office in my building, and I'll send my patients to you."
"But how about your house calls?"
"What about them? I take care of mine, you take care of yours."
"Fine, but no more visiting Indian Reservations!" I said. He laughed. "Go on and laugh, you old meanie!"
"Sorry 'bout that, but it was your idea."
"I know, don't mention it!" I replied, realizing that I had tried to get too big for my pseudo-britches.
"Come on, let's get around and go eat our breakfast at Danny's Cafe." Pete said.
Danny's Cafe was not a bad place to eat, but he didn't serve a meal like Laughing Waters did. When we had finished eating, Pete drove us to the office. My lip red MG was parked in my slot. "It's good to see my own car again." I said.
"Yeah, how 'bout that? Say, guess what I found out? That we had a joint account."
"How? I mean, we do?"
"I guess so. You bought that MG with one of my checks." He said, grinning.
"Sorry 'bout that, but we were gonna get married you said." I smiled back at him.
"Say! That's right! That sort of slipped my mind!"
"Uhuh, I'll bet it did! Well, now you can have your own account, and so will I."
"Thanks! You had me worried there for a minute. I thought I was going to be had on a breach of contract or something."
"Not me! I don't want any college drop-out for my old man."
"You don't? You sure about that."
"Positive! Why?"
"Well, that means then that I can take Miss Scott up on her proposal."
"Who? Miss Scott?"
"Yes, don't you remember Geneva, my good old newspaper gal?"
"Humph! That floosie'd better not try to take you from me! I'll scratch her green eyes out!" I snapped, my ire coming up in a rush.
"But you just said, that you didn't want me." Pete said, acting serious.
"I did not! I didn't even mention your name!"
"No ... I guess you didn't. Well, you don't have to worry, I told her we were married and lived in Hawaii."
"You did? Did she believe you?"
"Yes, she said she was taking the first plane out."
"Good! Wait, what am I saying? I want to visit there again some day."
"Oh, don't worry, she'll be gone by then. You know how fickle she is." He said, and opened his cabinet door. "Care for a shot?"
"Hell no, we just ate!"
"That's OK, I want to cement our partnership."
"Hell, you already did that, with that joiner you have." I said, grinning.
"Yes, and it's high time I was doing it again! Get up on the desk, doctor, you need a shot of Doctor Sex's root compound!" He said, laughing.
It didn't take me long to comply. I knew what his root felt like, and so far, for me, it was the best. "Yessir!" I said, sliding up on my old desk's edge, lifting my short dress as I did so. My panty-less pussy was purring, ready and willing!
"Hey! Hey!" Pete cried, sliding his hard tool of his ardent trade, into me.
"Oh, God, lover! I love that sweet thing! I've had a jillion dicks, but that one always is the one that pleases!" I cried, leaning back and enjoying every stroke. I worked my muscles and milked him to a quick release.
"Aahhhggguhhh!" He gritted, throwing his wild, hot seed into me. "Ah, Kitty love! No wonder those guys called you Doctor Sexanna, it's a cinch, you are!" He blurted, in praise, and coming from him, my Doctor Sex, it was indeed a compliment! He let it soak in me and came forward to plant his nice-shaped lips over mine. "Ummm, you know, Kitty love, that I wouldn't ever love another." He murmured in my ear.
"You'd better not, you sexy worm!" I whispered back. Of course, he knew I was joking on the worm bit. When it came to love, I knew I'd never love anyone else but him. He had his faults, but who doesn't. I had a lot of them, too. They say no one but God is perfect, and from what I've seen, heard, and read, I'm not too sure he is!
"OK, Doctor, who's first on our list this morning?" I asked, all business like as soon as he pulled free of me. I didn't come but one minor load, but I was sure the remainder of the day would take the rest.
"A Mrs. Delia Road. She's a blonde divorcee that says she's got a problem." Pete said, looking at his wrist watch. "She'll be in in ten minutes. You go in your new office, and I'll come out of mine when the door bell rings. Tomorrow, I'm hiring a new nurse."
"Male or female?" I asked.
"Both!"-
"Both? Are you kidding."
"Nope, remember Iris Saul?"
"I sure do! Did you hire her."
"Yep! She's to work for both of us." Pete said, smiling.
"Oh, Pete, you dear! You know I like her."
"So do I! Plus she can help us both out, if either of us are away."
"What a brain! Steeped in come!" I said, and half way believed it to be the truth.
"Iris was the first one to come to my defense at that county trial." Pete said.
"I don't doubt it, she's a real dear." I replied. I was anxious to see her again. "Why didn't you have her come up today?" I asked.
"I didn't call her, until I had that call from you. You see, I told her as soon as you were ready to come back I'd call, 'cause we'd both need her."
"And you did this while I was gone?"
"Yep."
"Thanks, Pete. You know how much I appreciate your help."
"Hell, nothing's too much for my Doctor Sexanna!" He said, smiling. At least we felt a mutual feeling for each other, whether we ever were to be married or not!
I went into my new office and looked it over. It was his old office done over. His office now, had been the supply room. A see through mirror, like Ben had, was on one wall, and looked into Pete's office. It was covered by drape. I found two more; one in the joining toilet, and one in the dressing room. My man still had two good heads!
Mrs. Road came in and Pete ushered her into his office. I pulled the drape back and watched. A small intercom let me listen, too. He went through his preliminaries, and finally got to the juicy part. "So, your problem, you say, is sexual? How is that, Mrs. Road?"
"Uh, Doctor, could you call me Delia."
"OK, and you call me Peter."
"Oh, my!"
"What's the matter?" Pete asked.
"Well ... you see ... that's my problem! I find it extremely hard ... uh, that it is difficult, uh, for me to get away from the sex words that my late husband made me use!" She said, her hand absently toying with her dress hem.
From where I sat, I could see directly at her front. Her legs looked a little plump.
"Late husband? I thought you said you were a divorcee. Did he also die?" Pete asked.
"Oh, no! Uh, well, I think of him that way. You see, he was a hard ... uh ... I mean, well, uh, Peter ... oh, my!"
"You know, I think what you need, is to have a talk with Doctor Sexanna, my practicing psychiatrist. She's a very capable person." Pete said, in his most practiced form of seriousness.
"Oh, is your helper a woman, Doctor?"
"Yes, come on, let's call on her." Pete said, taking her by an elbow and heading out into the hall.
I drew the drape back and waited.
"Doctor Sexanna, this is Mrs. Road. She'll fill you in on her problems. They're more in your line, I believe." He said, smiling professionally.
I seated her in my patient's chair; that now put her facing his two-way mirror. "Alright, Delia dear, just relax. Spread your legs ... you are much too stiff." I said, and watched her gradually spread them.
I glanced in the mirror and could see up and under her dress to her hose line. "That's better ... in fact, would you feel better, if we both took our dresses off?" I said.
"Oh, but, Doctor!"
"But Doctor what? You know, I can tell by your actions, that you like being either totally naked, or only half dressed." I replied.
"Really? Oh my, you sure do know your onions!" She blurted, not knowing that I had heard her tell Pete in his interview, that she and her husband had once been nudists.
Delia, if you would rather I come to your house, I can. You see, I make house calls once a month to my best patients." I said, smiling.
"Oh, could you?"
"Of course, then perhaps you would be more at ease. We could both relax, and you could tell me everything. OK?"
"Oh, yes! Can you make it tomorrow?" She asked, her eyes lighting up like a blue neon.
"Tomorrow it is!" I said, jotting down her name and the date to call. I walked her to the door, but-not before collecting my fifty dollars office fee, which I assured her also covered her few minutes with the counselor.
She had no sooner left, than a Mrs. Cleo Stravy came in and sat down in Pete's patient chair. This gal was young and more along my lines. Her red-haired coiffure was done up in an elegant whirl atop her head. She wore a tight, green mini-sheath, that slid up beautifully on her firm thighs. I could see the white flesh above her dark hose. It came tightly together before reaching her panty. "Doctor, my problem is probably age old, but I won't beat around the bush. My husband, Don, is a voyeur."
"So? And do you think I can help you?" Pete asked, looking into his mirror and smiling.
"Well, I was told by a friend, that you sometimes helped people out on sex matters."
"Some! It all depends on what it is you want me to do?" He said, tenting his fingers.
"Well, I want you to seduce me in front of Don! If you would, I'd pay you." She blurted.
"Oh, well, since he is a voyeur, are you a voyeur, too?" Pete asked, leaning her way and patting her right thigh. Her legs spread as if he'd thrown a hidden switch.
"I ... I ... I don't know. Don would never do it to a girl in front of me."
"Supposing tomorrow, I call on you, and I bring my associate, Doctor Sexanna? Dan can take her, while I'm taking you, and then we'll know? OK?"
"Oh, could you?"
"Surely! I do all I can for my best patients!" He said, with a big smile and a squeeze of her leg.
She beamed, reached into her purse and pulled out a check book. When she leaned over the desk to fill it out, she spread her legs and I saw plenty! Her pale green panties were tight, so tight, that a few red hairs stuck out. Her vulva, though covered, looked to be inverted as mine was. The sight of it gave me a thrill. I felt my valley throb.
Pete came into my office after she had gone, and gave me a big hug and a fast feel! "Everything's going smooth! Give these gals one day of our house calls, and we'll be back in the old chips!"
"Yes, if you don't run into any more old buddies, such as Trent." I said, rubbing my inverted mons up against his hard fly.
"Don't worry, we had a good thing going in grand old Grandview, before I went big time. All I want now is a few good old house calls."
"Yeah, like say, twelve a week for each of us, at a minimum?" I replied.
"Man, baby! That'd be twelve hundred, plus side deals!"
"Uhhuh, I know!"
"If you don't stop rubbing that wild thing up against me, ... I'll. . . "
"You'll do what?" I asked, grinning. "Bite it!"
"Gowan! Put your mouth where your mind is! You're chicken!" I blurted, pushing him back with one hand and pulling my dress up with the other.
"Wolf! Roulf! Rowlf!" Pete yelped, and dropped to a squatting position.
"Oh, baby! Oh, Doctor! Oh, oh, oh!" I wailed, feeling the sudden jabbing of his tongue inside of me!
"Oh! Excuse me!" A soft and sensuous girl's voice said, in apology. How long she had stood behind Pete, we didn't know, but long enough for her to pull her dress up and start to finger herself. "I'm sorry I interrupted, but if I didn't, I'd soon come on the floor!" She sighed.
She was a tall, and very beautiful, Negro girl. Pete knew that he had gotten my first climax almost at his first tongue jab, so he just pivoted around and buried his still seeking tongue into her open, hot, wet, pulsing slit!
"Oh, Doc! Oh, lordy! Oh, Martin!" She cried.
Pete's hands gripped her chocolate-skinned buttocks and pulled her in tightly, as she gushed in shaking spasms of pure delight!
I helped her to my patient's chair, then smilingly asked. "Now that we've had our sexercise, my name is Doctor Sexanna. He is Doctor Stanton, who are you?"
"Miss Edith Joseph. My neighbor is your janitor. He told me to come and see you about my problem ... and now, I can see why! Woe, such nice treatment!"
"You mean, Leon Wells is your neighbor?" I asked.
"Yes. He told me, that if I wanted some good advice on any sex, I should see you folks.
"I wonder? ... Of course, we are sex doctors, but I have never actually talked to Leon. Maybe I should!" I said, smiling.
"Yes ma'am! You should!" Edith said, a smile as big as a pumpkin on her beautiful features.
"Well, you know, Edith, that our fees here at the office start at fifty dollars, and for house calls, at a hundred?" I said, staring down again at her smooth, muscular, dark brown thighs. They stirred me greatly!
"No, I didn't, but I can pay OK. You see, my father is the owner of the Forest Hill Funeral Home in Metcalf."
With her mention of Metcalf, I needed to ask no more. That was one rich man's town that was strictly for the rich, with a body like the one I was positive was under her tight sheath, her father must have been the famous prize fighter, Louis Joseph! "Fine! So, what is your problem? I can't imagine anyone as hot sexually as you, having any sex problems." I said, still staring at those legs. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away!
"Well, ... it isn't really a problem. You see, I talked to Big Beef and Sonny, and ... well, what I'm doing is throwing a wild mixed party, next weekend at my girlfriend's home. I need two more wild whites, that I could trust, and ... well, you were recommended." She said, smiling.
Pete and I both laughed. "Honey, you're on!" I said.
"That's a fact! I love those mixed up, jazzy parties! That last one we went to was a blast!" Pete replied.
"Fine! Here's the address. It's up in Pacific Grove. Big, sprawling, beach house. Split level. This name is on the gate. Thanks for a swell introduction! Next week end, we'll make it a threesome!" Edith said, laughing and kissing both Pete and I on the cheek.
I squeezed her buttocks, as did Pete. The party, I knew, would be on my mind all week!