Chapter 7

Two hours later Jamie was in the office of Dr. Jack A. Tails, the resident physician. Jamie was waiting in the inner office while the Doctor and the Ambassador had a conversation in the outer office.

“No.”

Doc Tails winced at the answer to his question, though he knew what the Ambassador was going to say. For that matter, the Ambassador knew what his good friend was going to ask.

“Come on, you’ve got to let me...”

“Absolutely not,” said the Ambassador, cutting him off, “she needs to remain a virgin, and that’s that. You examine her, and then get her back to Miss Ellie, do I make myself clear on this?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Ambassador, sir!” said the physician, mockingly, saluting with his left hand.

Ambassador Horse smiled slightly and shook his head in mock disgust a couple of times.

“Back door?” asked Doc, probing.

“I’m going out the front door,” said the Ambassador, moving in that direction, “you use the back door when you’re done with the exam”, throwing him a you-will-pay-for-it look. And with that, the Ambassador left.

Doc then proceeded to wheel himself into the inner office, the manual wheelchair his preferred mode of transportation; Doc’s upper body strength was impressive. He saw that Jamie had followed his instructions and put on the clinical gown.

“Go ahead and get up onto the table,” said Doc, moving over to the sink and washing then drying his hands, then putting on rubber gloves. He pressed a button and some smooth jazz music began playing. The room was kept at a constant 78 degrees, warmer than the rest of the building because it was more comfortable at higher temperatures when fewer clothes were being worn.

Jamie was on the exam table, her feet in the stirrups. Doc wheeled over near her head. He took hold of her wrist and felt for her pulse. It was racing a bit, which was normal under the circumstances.

“Jamie, you can relax, you are in good hands,” said Doc, using his best physician’s voice. She smiled weakly. “We’re going to perform several tests, but, just keep focused on me being your private physician. Anything that happens in here is private through doctor-patient confidentiality.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Doc then produced what appeared to be an oxygen-assisting facial mask. “Please put this over your nose and then breathe deeply five times. Make sure you keep your mouth closed. This is to test your lung capacity.”

Jamie did as she was told.

“Don’t worry if you feel a bit light-headed, that’s normal,” said the Doc as he took the mask from her and put it away, grinning, but not letting her see his face.

Doc then wheeled around and came up between her legs, adjusting the stirrups so that her legs spread open.

He almost forgot himself and whistled.

That, he thought, is one beautiful pussy.

Surrounded by a trimmed layer of straight blonde hair, the outer lips were clearly defined, not thick, but certainly looked capable of gripping anything put between them. The inner lips were not visible, attesting to the tightness of the opening. There was an unmistakable aroma of arousal present, and, wetness to back up that arousal.

Using fingers from both hands, Doc moved the outer lips apart and gently inserted a forefinger inside, making about one inch of progress before coming up against the barrier he was seeking. He pressed against it lightly and felt her squirm. He withdrew the probing finger.

“I’ve just confirmed your virginity, my dear. Now we need to test your SRP, which stands for Sexual Response Quotient. It’s an easy test, just close your eyes and relax.”

Doc Tails, a Cal-Tech and MIT graduate with more than just a shady past, had the morals of a snake in the grass. He knew that the facial mask assisted in the forced inhalation by Jamie of his secret pheromonal compound that drove women to insane sexual heights. This would be her second time today.

Doc then began lightly touching Jamie’s outer lips, rubbing them gently. He then moved to her clitoral hood and again rubbed gently. This time he noticed a slight quiver in her thighs.

God, he’s my Doctor and I’m getting horny again, I’m so embarrassed, thought Jamie to herself.

Using his fingers, Doc continued his manual masturbation of the young woman for a couple of minutes, a slow, gentle motion around her clit along with taking her secretions and moving them down to her asshole, touching it, getting it wet, occasionally pushing against it a bit.

Jamie’s squirming increased until she had to say something, the spray cross-circuiting her normal, shy self with the hidden, slut-monster buried deep within her psyche.

“Doctor ... I’m sorry ... I feel, oh god, why are you doing this ... it feels too good ... I...” she rambled, her breathing ragged, causing her large breasts to rise and fall, the nipples erect and throbbing.

“It’s okay, Jamie. The Sexual Response Quotient test is supposed to bring you to an orgasm or two. It’s a required part of the exam, so, don’t worry, just relax and let it happen.” Years of training enabled him to keep a straight face through all of that.

Jamie tried to relax, spreading her thighs a little wider, and involuntarily reached up and rubbed her nipples with her fingers. When Doc saw this, he moved forward and put his lips to Jamie’s lips, tasting her pussy.