Chapter 2: Doctor Who?
With just a week to go until the FA cup final, and having been knocked off the top of the Premier League, Paul knew that it was imperative to gain full fitness for the difficult run in to the season. Thus far Oakdale had failed to score in every game that Paul had missed. They needed their star striker back as soon as possible…and everyone knew it.
Having obeyed his managed orders (with the exception of his entanglement with Zoe and Sally) and rested for the week, it was now time for his check up with the club doctor. Paul hoped and prayed that he'd be passed fit as he knew that without their top goal scorer, Oakdale would find it difficult, if not impossible, to beat Manchester United and win the FA cup; a major achievement.
He arrived at the doctor's surgery around an hour before they were due to open; a usual procedure used by the club to avoid unnecessary crowds of autograph hunters causing a disturbance.
The receptionist was, as usual, ready and waiting to unlock the door. Her name was Claire, a 23-year-old student who worked at the surgery to supplement her measly college grant. She was quite a petite young girl, with long auburn hair and an innocent, attractive face. Although quite small in build, her breasts were certainly an exception. Large and bulging, Paul could hardly take his eyes off them, especially as Claire had a habit of wearing overly revealing tops.
"Morning, Paul. How are things going?" asked Claire, closing and locking the door behind them.
After exchanging pleasantries, Claire led him over to the reception desk and began flicking through the appointment book.
"I see you were supposed to be seeing Dr King, Paul, but unfortunately he's been taken ill so there's a locum filling in for him," explained Claire, before closing the book.
"Oh, right," replied Paul, his eyes still firmly fixed on her heaving bosom, which may explain his next slip of the tongue (so to speak!). "I hope he's not too suck…Sick! I meant to say sick!"
Claire eyed him suspiciously before replying, "No. Just a bout of flu."
"Flu? That can really knock you for sex!" Paul quickly corrected this second slip. "Six! I meant to say six!"
This time Claire giggled like a schoolgirl on her first date. "You've got sex on the brain, Paul."
"Yeah, I know. I just want to lower it a bit!" he replied, sarcastically, hoping that a little levity may ease the tension he was feeling.
He needn't have worried. Again Claire giggled.
"Very funny, Paul."
"I thought so."
"You can go through if you like," Claire began. "Unless you'd prefer to stay here and fuck the living daylights out of me?"
Paul's jaw hit the floor and a look of total shock covered his face.
"Calm down, Paul. I was only joking," Claire reassured him.
Paul was relieved, but slightly disappointed, that she'd only joked about the idea. He'd had the notion on more than one occasion! But as yet, neither of them had gotten past the flirty, joking stage.
"You'd better be careful, Claire. One day I might just take you up on it," he replied, with a cheeky grin.
Quick as a flash, Claire reached out and softly gripped his groin before saying, with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Take me up on it, eh? Just how big is that love rod of yours?!"
Paul smiled at her and winked. "You never know, Claire. One day you might just find out."
With that he removed her hand from his groin and headed for the doctor's office. On his way there he turned back occasionally to catch a glimpse of Claire's young, nubile and perfectly formed body. As he reached the office door he turned back one last time and gasped in awe as he saw her bend down, revealing her tiny, lacy black panties, as her short skirt rode up around her waist. Immediately the image of him stood behind her, thrusting his hard, thick shaft into her flooded his mind. It was an image that he'd had many times before - usually when he was alone in the privacy of his own bedroom!
There was nothing more in the world that he would like to have done than to walk up behind her and fuck her - right there and then. But he knew that he couldn't. For one, he had a medical to pass, but more importantly, he just didn't have the bottle!
He pushed the image to the back of his mind and knocked on the office door. After a few moments a soft, feminine voice replied, "Come in."
Paul entered and looked more than a little surprised when he saw a young, attractive lady sat behind the desk. Surely a female doctor wouldn't be expected to perform a full medical on a male patient - would she? "What's wrong?" she asked, obviously noticing how uneasy Paul was. "Not expecting a woman?"
"Err…Well…No!"
