Chapter 12
For the next four days, business was back to normal for both of us. Pete had his regular customers ... whoops! Patients, I meant.
Saturday, I did not have any patients set up for our usual a.m. hours, so Iris and I chatted, while Pete was out laying the old rod for a fee. Pete was the only male whore I ever knew, but he was a good one.
"So far this week, you and Pete have added twenty-two hundred dollars to the old sock," Iris said.
"Good, we were getting low. That trip I took over east, shot some of it," I replied.
"When will I get my pay check? Pete didn't say."
"Today, if you want it. How much did he say I he'd pay you?" I asked.
"He didn't. We were so wrapped up in him being able to find me, plus our reminiscing of the old days, that I guess we didn't think of the money bit."
"Well, how does two hundred sound? OK?" I asked.
"Swell! Plus my fringe benefits! Hell, I could work for you and Pete forever. You people are perfect bosses."
"Thanks, honey, maybe in a year or so, we'll make you a doctor, too. It takes time. In fact, next week I have a man I want you to see. You'll go with me in the a.m. when I call on him. Oh, and did Pete tell you, that if someone comes in and we are both out, to try and help them yourself? You see, that was one reason we hired you. You can take the place of either a man or a woman."
"No, he didn't say anything, but I'll sure as hell do my best to satisfy."
"Good! Sometimes, in fact most of the time, in this job, it's a job of ad-libbing." I said, leaning back in my chair. Both she and I, when around each other, or even Pete, sat with our dresses up as far as they would go.
Iris nodded attentively, but I could see that her eyes were on my legs, and from where she sat, I knew she could see some of my valley hair. I could see part of her light pink panty crotch, and a stray black hair or two. Iris had to fear something to cover up her jock strap; that since we had met her, had been a must! We taught her to love women as well as men. So now, whenever she sees a nice pair of boobs, or legs, or a jouncy can, her soft peter jerks up to a hard; and without the jock strap to hide the fact, the poor girl would be a mess, especially out in public.
"You see something you like?" I asked, grinning.
"You're damned right! I haven't had you but once, since I got up here," she replied.
"I know. So let's go back into my office, where we won't be walked in on, and get a quickie." I suggested.
"Let's!" She readily agreed, her eyes sparkling.
I had my dress up and over my naked buttocks, a good four feet from my door, in my expected anticipation. I could feel her eyes on them immediately! She closed the door behind her, while I climbed upon my desk and spread my upbended legs.
"Oh, baby!" She blurted hotly, her pants and jock strap already down to mid-thigh. In a moment she was between my hot legs and sliding that luscious, long tool into my hot tool-box!
Just as though she were a boy, I wrapped my nyloned legs around her bare buttocks and raised to meet her, stroke for stroke. "Ummmm." She murmured, through her hot lips that were covering mine. Our wet tongues entwined as our hips ground. God, what a feeling! This woman was actually the best lover I had ever had! Every time she screwed me, I adored her all the more! "Oh, darling! My darling Iris!" I cooed.
"Yes, love ... yes?" She whispered back.
I could feel my peak come up fast. I began to twist and hump faster, as did she! "Oh, Iris, I love you! I love you!" I blurted, while our eyes locked, the passionate heat radiating from both of us in waves. "Ah, ah, ah! Oh, God!" I gasped, feeling my torrent erupting over her precious, joyous organ of undying love!
"Oh, lover! Oh, sweet, sweet Kitty darling ... I love you, too!" She breathed passionately, and again our feverish lips locked.
I gently sucked her tongue, as she rotated her buttocks slowly. Around and around her organ moved, stirring up our combined juices. All at once, for no reason known to me, Iris halted and pulled back, and out. "Need my juices ... we have that big orgy tonight, you know." She said, but her excuse was feeble.
I knew right then, that where and at some time either a woman's love had hurt her, or a man's. Someday, I vowed, I would find out. I had to know. Sure, I loved Pete, but Pete was only a man. Iris was a woman, with a built-in woman's tenderness, plus a man's pleasing organ. I said nothing to her unspoken refusal for another orgasmic session at that particular time. "Yes, I guess we had." I said instead.
I knew that saving come for me, was like a city water works worrying about a slow leak somewhere. I always seemed to have gallons. Pete had always wanted me to get an x-ray, to see if I might have a dual set of ovaries.
"Hey! Where is you all?" Peter called, from the reception room and Iris' office.
"Coming!" I called back, smiling at Iris. She was wiping off, and I had a Kleenex at work, too.
"No doubt!" Pete answered, sticking his head into my office from around the door. "Ha! Caught'cha play'n on company time! Naughty, naughty!" He said, grinning and wagging a finger. In his other hand, he held a brown paper sack.
"What'cha got?" I asked.
"Nosey!" He popped, but set the sack on my desk.
"What is it?" I asked again, smiling. "Welllll, it aint' rubbers ... an it ain't pills ... an it ain't..."
"I don't give a damn what it ain't! What I want to know, is what it is!" I popped back, feinting disgust.
"Woman! No sense of humor! OK! It's three Rob Roys! I found a package store here, that'll fix you any mixed drinks ... no ... I'm only foolin'! They're in half frozen cans. Get our glasses out, and get some ice from that cube maker in the heater room." He grinned merrily.
I shook my head. That Pete! My Pete! I guess I couldn't beat him; he was a gem, through and through! I got the glasses and the ice. That ice machine, I remembered, had been in our sanitarium in Grandview. It had been a donation from Mrs. Von Hefflin, the old German gal that had loved Pete's 'dobble tings'!
When I had the glasses ready, Pete popped the cans open and poured. Iris and I were thrilled over these new canned mixed drinks. "OK! Here's a toast!" Pete said, after handing us our glasses. "Here's to mother, with all her sex. Here's to father, whom it used to vex! Here's to sister, whom the boys enjoyed! Here's to brother, whom the girls employed! And here's to my girls, who never fail ... to give me all their unused tail!" He drank, but Iris and I had to stop laughing first! That Pete!
"You must have made a killing today." I said.
"I did. Old lady Higgins and Miss Bertha Mitty were visiting each other. I not only got a check for a hundred a piece, but a bonus from the old gal for eating her gray-haired antique gem box!"
"You didn't?" Iris said astonished.
"I sure did! She was so damned tickled, she gave me a two hundred buck bonus! I promised to do it again some day ... poor old gal. Her husband's been dead for over ten years."
"Pete, you are amazing!" I said. He was.
"You gals ready for a big night tonight? I have a feeling that these fun loving darkies will throw a big wing-ding!" He said, smiling.
"I am, yes!" Iris said.
"If it's anything like Big Beef had, it should be good." I replied.
"Big Beef? Hell, don't you know who Miss Blanche Byon is? She's the gal's house Edith told us to go to." Pete asked, somewhat in irritation, I thought.
"No, who?" I answered.
"Who is right! Miss Byon is first on the Tan's Who's Who! She owns the sex magazine, called Kitotoeusi Skrubu!"
"That what?" Iris asked in awe.
"-likewise?" I replied, as much in the dark as Iris.
"Kitotoeusi Skrubu! It's Swahili. It means Ba-byblack Screw. You see, this Byon brown bomber is a native of Africa ... and a real hot, hot, hot, black mamma! They tell me ... my confidential sources that is, that liF Miss Blanche is a world renowned voodoist and the undying lover of any ... any mind you, sex activities. This is one party I wouldn't miss for the world!" Pete replied. He downed his glass and pulled out three more cans. Rob Roys are not made to pour over ice, but when Pete is the bartender, you are liable to get anything!
"Sounds good! Did you also find out who our Miss Edith Joseph was?" I asked.
"Naturally! She's Looie's one and only daughter. She's got a fortune in cash, and a hundred grand lining on that tan outer, pink interiored cunt!"
"Pete! You mock my modesty!" Iris exclaimed, looking shocked.
"Sorry 'bout that, nursie ole girl ... forgot you got one, that's puny!"
"Puny my ass! Just for that, I'll not let you sniff it no more!"
"Tish! Tish! Such Englich! You must have been a colletch drop-out, like me," he said, smiling.
"Hump! I'll have you know I attended the PSS number five and..."
"Wait! You forgot the 'i.' "
"I? What I?"
"Forget it ... you're as bad as the last nurse I had ... no humor!" He said, grinning.
"Ignore him, Iris! He's a devil in pseudo-cotton!"
"What?" She asked, in genuine seriousness, looking from Pete to me.
I knew almost immediately, that I could never love anyone that stupid. "Like Pete said," I said, "forget it."
Pete looked at me and grinned. My Doctor Sex was not stupid. He knew how I had felt about our mutual nurse, Iris. How he knew, I do not know, but I knew he knew. Maybe that was why he would always be Doctor Sex and me only Doctor Sexanna
... maybe I'm being too severe on myself, I don't know. It would not do for me to ever see a real head-shrinker ... he'd dissolve me from my sugar cube being into a drop of diet glucose!
"Hey, Kitten, I got a call yesterday from Ben. I forgot to tell you, I guess." Pete said.
"What'd he want?" I asked.
"He said, Short Brave, his son, and Silver Sam rode over to this wild ass Mexican's hacienda, when you failed to return, and found her almost dead."
"Dead! Ohmygosh! I hope she didn't die!"
"Why? Hell, she would have enslaved you!"
"I know, but she was still a human. I guess, I'm just that way. I'm sorry."
"No sweat! She was still alive. They, according to Ben, beat holy hell out of her, when they couldn't find you."
"Didn't she have her car back yet?" I asked.
"No, but a day later, this service station guy brought it back on orders from his wife. Ben said, he called to see if you were here or not, and that he and Ken are going to hold the filming of the movie upon your decision."
"Those big, horse-hung bastards can make that one movie without me!" I said, wondering how I had ever gotten in this business of photos in the first place! Then I remembered ... it was my sexual and monetary greed! "Well, in a way, I'd like to make it, but in another way, I think I'd rather just be Doctor Sexanna, and tend to my sex-starved patients." I said.
"Suit yourself. Me and Iris can always ad-lib until you get back." Pete said, smiling.
I could see the handwriting on the wall. I only smiled, but I knew that it wouldn't be too long until Pete would be gently squeezing me out, in all things. There can only be one Doctor Sex, and-likewise only one Doctor Sexanna! So be it! Soon, I said to myself, I would leave and make my own way. I wasn't stupid; I was the one and only Doctor Sexanna!