Alana lay on the exam table in the doctors' office. She had been seeing Doctor John Cox for as long as she could remember, and it seemed even longer since she was nearing her forty-second birthday.
Today was one of those yearly female check-ups that all women hate and despise. She wasn't worried about the Doctor looking up her insides, but she was worried that John would think ill of her because of her career choice.
This year, after being a part of the local brothel for twenty-five years, she was leaving. It wasn't a decision made lightly, she enjoyed her job, well, ever since she was old enough to actually, legally enjoy it.
She had started out in the house as a cleaning girl, in part, because she needed a job, and her aunt was one of the 'girls', and because she was a horny little nymph that wanted to try on different men, and some women, to see just how beautiful sex was.
Over the years, she had experienced some beautiful women, and many men, of different shapes, sizes, lengths, widths, origins, as well as tongues, fingers, toys, etc. She had her limits, and was allowed such, being Madam's most respected girl.
Each girl had a specialty, or two, and that was something she enjoyed because that meant she did not have to participate in something she did not want, or like to do, such as facials or BDSM.
She had to admit, there were those times when she liked it rough, but it was never anything like some of the other girls did. Most of the men that she attended to, would ask her if she liked certain things, and never took advantage of her. She wondered if she would miss the lifestyle, or the regulars that had her booked on a nightly basis.
Since the beginning, her clientele had been, and usually were, older men, seeking the attention of a younger woman, for affection and companionship. Most of them just wanted a young woman in their company. Some sought sexual bliss, and resulting in gentle lovemaking, or over all affection that had been lost with their wives, due to death, or some other reason.
As she grew older, her clients became regulars, knowing what to expect from her, and enjoying her friendship, her desires, and her genuine personality that brought her respect from everyone in the house.
Alana never gave her heart away to any man, she had saved that for one man, who she had truly fallen in love with. At the moment, he sat looking up between her legs, glancing to look over her belly and the sheet that covered her naked body at her expression as he probed her insides with that damn cold thingamajig!
Yes, her heart belonged to Dr. John Cox. The only man who had ever touched her in a non-sexual way, who had been patient with her and attentive to her needs since she had first gotten on the pill.
When she had started seeing him, it was because her mother had brought her, making sure she was protected against getting pregnant because her mother knew she headed down that path of dishonor.
When she first met Dr. Cox, he was only twenty-five, a fresh OB-GYN starting his first practice with his uncle, who happened to be very close to her aunt. Um, hum, yes, you guessed it; his uncle was a client of her aunts at the brothel.
Alana's mother disagreed with the lifestyle. She was a prudish woman, who kept her panties in a wad, and her skirt hem on the floor when everyone was looking. Alana knew exactly what kind of slut her mother was, but kept it to herself just incase she needed a trump card.
Alana was brought back to her current place in life when Dr. Cox patted her leg, "Get dressed honey, I'll be right back." He looked down on her, something different in his eyes, smiled, and left her lying on the exam table. Her heart flip-flopped in her chest as it always did when he touched her, spoke to her, smiled at her. Oh, if only her past wasn't so dark, if only she could lie to him about it, but he knew, he knew all too well of her career, and was there to take care of her throughout its path.
"Alana." they sat in his office, he was unusually close to her, "I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, I know it's in the next few weeks, but since I won't be seeing you then, I just wanted to say so."
"Thank you Dr. Cox. That's kind of you."
"John, please, we've known each other for years, just John."
Her heart fluttered, "Thank you John." she felt herself blush and looked away.
He drew a long breath, "Well, the test results will be back in a few days, I'll let you know if anything comes of it, as usual." He took her hand, something that he didn't normally do, "Alana, how much longer are you planning on staying at Madam Linda's?"
"Just until the end of the month. I have enough money saved back that I don't ever have to worry about working again, buy my house, and settle in nicely in my new life." She glanced up at him, and jokingly stated, "Oh, but I just don't know how I will ever survive without all the luscious sex and attention. But honestly, I'm really ready to slow down and just enjoy life with out the sex."
He looked shocked as if she had just taken a vow of celibacy and decided to join a nunnery. "I'm not willing to give up sex completely; I will have my toys and such." She sighed, the giggle of a woman in love escaping her lips, "Oh, I'm sure to find my true love one day, if it's not too late, nor he mind my past." She looked at John, "Do you think that I should tell him the truth, if I should ever have that chance?"
"You should always be honest, as you always have with me."
Something in his tone tripped her up, and she eased back uncomfortably in the chair. It was not uncomfortable as in frightened, it was just the opposite, it was like the first time John had touched her, after she realized she had fallen in love with him. She didn't know what to say after that and he spoke again. "Where are you planning on moving to, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I found a nice cottage, there are a few acres of land, and it's perfect for me. I'm even thinking about getting a small dog to keep me company."
John took her hand again, "Come see me before you leave. You have been a wonderful client for many years, I hate to loose you, but even more so, I have come to know you so well, I would like to keep in touch."
"Yes." she stumbled over her words, "I, I would like that as well."
His phone rang and she looked away, feeling herself warm. He withdrew his hands and answered his phone as she stood up, straightening her shirt and pulling her hair from her shoulders, fluffing it out.
He grabbed her hand before she could walk out the door, holding her steady until he was done on the phone. When he finished, he stood up, hugged her tightly, grazed a soft kiss on her left cheek, and whispered, "don't forget me" in her ear. She hugged him tightly back, and told him "never", letting a teardrop fall.
Alana pulled away, and rushed from his office, in a heightened pace, yet, discreet enough not to alarm the other patients in the waiting room. He followed her, only to loose her to the small crowd, watching her escape out the main doors.
He stood watching her, knowing she was well out of his sight, but still stood there, mesmerized. How could he tell her his feelings, would she accept him? Would she understand that he too loved her, and now, he had a chance to show her how much, but would she want him too?
He went back into his office, shut the door, and locked it before sitting at his desk. From deep within a drawer, he pulled out his most fond treasure, photographs of her since he met her, and looked over them, trying to figure out the best way to tell her his feelings.
Alana's birthday came, and the house was a buzz with a huge party to celebrate both her birthday and her 'retirement'. Her regular clients were all there for the party, and she declined each one of their offers to become a mistress, telling them of her other plans for life. This night was hers and she chose to make it the first of many that would find her alone for a change. She had taken the time to go see John earlier that day. Unfortunately, he was at the hospital with an emergency labor and delivery.
Alana left him the invitation to the party, with hopes that he would have time, or energy, to come and see her, but as the night continued on, he didn't come. She retired to her small apartment in the house around three a.m., exhausted from the busy day and night, looking over the boxes that would be loaded into the moving van, and taken to her new home the next day.
On her bed lay her soft satin comforter, and her favorite sheets beneath, inviting her closer to slumber. She disrobed and slipped into their coolness as they embraced her naked body.
Alana dozed softly, wishing she had seen John earlier, wishing that he had come to wish her well on her next venture in life, as he had that day a few weeks earlier. She thought about his embrace, and how it felt different to her, how warm it had been, the kiss, his soft words, "don't forget me", and the look in his eyes. Did he love her too?
A soft tapping came at her door early, and she rolled to look at the clock, one of the last things she would pack that day, nine a.m. Who would be up at nine? The movers weren't supposed to be there until one that afternoon. Alana slid from the bed and wrapped up in her robe, pulling her hair away, letting it fall loosely as she reached for the door.
"Lanie, this just arrived for you." Candi, the girl who was the housekeeper now, handed Alana an envelope and a single red rose.
