My name is Sam and I'm 20 years old. I was implicated in a car accident on my way to a party, on a Saturday night. The other car left his lane and crashed on the side of mine. I was lucky to be intact with minor wounds, let alone being alive, but my car was damaged pretty bad. The assurance was probably gonna pay for another vehicle altogether, as I was definitely not responsible. When the cops arrived, the driver that had crashed into me seemed to be intoxicated, as he could barely walk, and the policemen took him with them.
I was dragged to the hospital as a standard procedure. At first, I knew it wouldn't take very long and I'd be out of there in no time, until I remembered I had smoked a joint before heading for the party. They took some of my urine for testing. I hoped it wouldn't appear on the screen.
Alone in a closed room, I waited for the doctor to come by. Bored, I looked at all the instruments around me. The hospital wasn't a place I'd been very often, to be honest.
Suddenly, the doctor came in. She must have had her medical degree not too long ago, because she seemed to be around the age of 30. Her hair was pale brown and she had a splendid smile. She definitely had some charisma.
"Good evening, Mr. Olson. I'm Dr. Reid. Are you still feeling Okay?"
"Yes, I'm feeling well. A bit shaken, but I can walk and stretch."
"That's good to hear. I've seen many less violent accidents than the one you were implicated in, and usually those people had some head trauma, bad bruises or even broken limbs. You were very lucky tonight."
She lifted her medical sheet towards her eyes and looked at it. Her expression slightly changed, going a bit morose.
"The other driver has been confirmed having exceeded the alcohol limit in his blood. He will most likely be charged at the criminal court. Although, your urine test signaled us that you had cannabis in your system at the time of the accident."
I went pale in an instant, trying to stay calm. She picked up my stillness, as she started staring carefully at me.
"I am the only one that knows about these results... so far," she said, "and I'm aware that in comparison to the drunk driver, your responsibility in the accident was pretty much inexistent, even though you had consumed a light illicit drug."
She paused and seemed to be thinking about something.
"I'm aware that the amount you have taken would have most likely never made you truly impaired to implicate you in a car crash," she explained, "and I'd be ready to look over your results for the sake of not having your life ripped apart for such a small mistake. I have one condition, though."
I jolted in place, feeling incredibly relieved. Tears almost came to my eyes.
"Thank.. thank you," I told her, bowing my head, "I'll do anything you ask me. I'll never drive under the effects of any kind of substances..."
"No, this isn't what I meant when I was talking about the condition," she said, interrupting me.
A strange smile went across her face as her eyes were now focusing on my pants. She placed both her hands on my knees, still looking in my eyes. I was feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward, although this didn't prevent my cock from rising inside my jeans. The doctor leaned towards me more, opening her mouth, still grinning.
"I have a favor to ask of you. Would you agree to serve as a demonstration for the nurses?"
I was sweating profusely, as I couldn't believe what was going on. My deep feeling of relief was now replaced with both nervousness and sexual excitation. I realised I had no choice but to cooperate. The thought of getting a blowjob or licking a pussy in exchange of having no trouble seemed like a fair trade.
