“Meet me back here in my office at five for your scan, okay?”

Dr. Lars’ office shuts down at exactly 3:40 p.m. every weekday. No later, no exceptions; except for the doctor’s aftercare with his selective patients; those can go on for hours.

Every so often, he’d scout, in his mind, the next woman he’d try to court into another session after the building was closed. Not the morally questionable ones, obviously, just those that seemed in line with his delight routine. Sara was no different.

“Karen said you’d wait for me,” the blonde girl said as she entered his office. The smell and aura of the room ruminated in their true desires from earlier that day.

“Yes, we have to do vitals around this time; best for the paperwork.”

Everyone else in the building was done for the day, and paper work for the office was completed no later than 3:45 p.m., when his secretary left.

The bullshit was souring.

Sara didn’t even know what the scan was for; she’d been there for a dental checkup.

During her checkup, she noticed the tone in his voice that would make anyone whimper sure, but obviously he’d not do this on his shift, let alone in his office he had to have studied more than half his life for.

Her knowing why she was there was irrelevant for Lars, however.

Lars felt his dick getting more growth once she arrived. The grey haired man waited all day just for this. It’s almost like she knew what she was doing by dawning her crop top (she was wearing a cardigan for their earlier meeting, before his purposely of a scan) he thought. His dick made subtle but prominent movements as soon as the 43 year old doctor would stare into his 35 year old patient’s eyes.