Chapter 6

Over the next two months, Marisa debated on whether or not to go to her usual gynecologist. Since her doctor was a family friend, she finally decided not to. She had been very busy setting up her new clothing line, but she couldn't ignore the matter much longer because hadn't gotten her period since leaving Siquijor. She opted for a doctor she found in the phone book. His office was near a local red light district, and he had a foreign-sounding name, so she figured it was safer for her reputation. Surely they wouldn't walk in the same circles. She made an appointment for that afternoon.

When she saw the doctor, she wasn't disappointed. He seemed to be of South Asian descent, and he looked at her with a leery expression. At least he'll never meet my parents, she thought. One wall of his clinic was covered with diplomas and certifications from well-known universities and hospitals, so he obviously knew what he was doing. Though why a doctor so good would practice in such an area was beyond her.

"Please, sit down," the doctor said, motioning to a chair in front of his desk. He studied her carefully as she sat, and she felt like he was undressing her with his eyes. She explained her situation to him and he asked for detailed descriptions of each encounter. She blushed red as she described all the activities of those two weeks, and wondered at his lack of professionalism. But since she knew it would never get back to her family or friends, she complied.

He laughed and said, "Well, you certainly had an interesting trip, and I can see why you came here. You should've come in sooner. You didn't seem like a whore when you walked in, but I see you're now like all my other patients." She cringed as he insulted her and laughed cruelly, but if she wanted a complete checkup, she had to grin and bear it.

"Now, undress completely so we can go on to the physical examination," he said, motioning to the exam table. She waited for him to hand her a hospital gown or even a blanket, but he just stared. Eventually, he seemed to get the message. "Ms. Revilla," he said with a smirk, "the very reason I practice in places like this is so that I can dispense with all those formalities. And besides, nowhere else will my patients allow me to enjoy their bodies."

A chill ran through Marisa's body at his words, but she undressed as he had told her to. He didn't even turn around. Instead, he gazed at her as though she were performing a striptease for his pleasure. When she was completely naked, she lay down on the exam table, and the doctor helped her put her knees and feet into the stirrups, which were attached to the ceiling. She was immediately aware that she couldn't disengage herself from the contraption if she wanted to. Never before had she felt so vulnerable and exposed.

The doctor stood between her legs and stared intently at her pussy. "Looks like you're due for a shave," he said, laughing. She blushed when she remembered that she hadn't shaved in several weeks. The doctor then began stroking her pussy with his gloved hands in a very unprofessional way. He pulled her outer lips apart and gave her inner folds a long, slow lick. He made noises of pleasure as he sucked and licked at her clit and vulva, even pushing his tongue into her vagina. Melissa felt harassed, but she had already decided to put up with this treatment. The doctor stopped and moved to her side, enjoying the scandalized expression on her face.

He bent over the nipple nearest him and licked the pink aureole without touching the actual nipple until it hardened. He then drew it into his mouth and sucked while licking the tip. His hand sought her other breast, and after kneading it, he pinched and rolled the nipple in his fingers until it was as hard as the one in his mouth, then ran his fingertips over the tip. Marisa gasped with pleasure and instantly felt ashamed of herself. The doctor straightened and laughed again, finally walking away. He picked up a huge ultrasound wand, covering it in a condom and squirting some lubricant onto the tip. He then turned the machine on and moved in between Marisa's legs again. His eyes widened as it slipped into her easily. Though it was large, it wasn't as big as Mang Cadio's cock. "Looks like you're even looser than I thought," the doctor laughed. He moved it around more than necessary, causing her to gasp whenever it hit her G-spot.

The doctor finally focused on one area and showed her the screen. She couldn't make out anything, so she waited for his explanation. "Everything looks normal, and there's no amniotic sac, so it looks like you're not pregnant. But I'll take a blood test to be sure." He took the ultrasound wand out and threw away the condom. Then he swabbed her arm and took a blood sample, opening the door briefly to hand it to the nurse outside. As they waited for the results, he resumed fondling her breasts and pussy. Fifteen minutes later, the nurse knocked on the door. The doctor took the results from her and smiled. "You're not pregnant," he said.