*Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.*
BUZZ
Ugh, the intercom sounded even more annoying when Jocelyn used it. What a mistake it was to hire her. I still remember her interview. She was so bubbly and happy. What an act. I guess she got word of how well I paid my receptionists and for what reason. Then took advantage. Maybe I deserved it, but I still hated her for it. She acted so coy and stupid in the interview, generous cleavage spilling out of a bra and tank top that were both too small. She giggled when I leered at her chest and made unintentional innuendo. Well, I suppose it wasn't that unintentional. Her first day made her true nature very clear.
I remember how excited I was to see what she would wear on her first day. What an amazing let down to see her come in wearing an ugly brown dress. It was so old-fashioned and modest, nobody would ever know what an amazing teen body she was hiding. I had almost forgotten myself if the image of her tight curves on the day of her interview wasn`t burned so deeply in my memory.
She knew I couldn't fire her. I had no reason. She was efficient, competent, and I was fairly certain she knew my history with my previous receptionists. Why else would she execute such a carefully crafted plan?
My practice made me a very rich man, so her much-higher-than-average salary didn't hurt my wallet, but it hurt my pride. Out-smarted by a 19-year-old.
"Yes, Jocelyn?" I said into the intercom.
"Paula Simmons here to see you, Dr.Nix," came the curt and professional reply.
"Send her in," I said.
Paula....Paula... Not a new patient. Jocelyn would have told me. I didn't even review my appointment list today. I was getting complacent without a teenaged slut to have my way with between appointments. If only Stacey didn't have to go to college out of state. She was my last and best fucktoy. So willing and so dumb. I wasn't even sure if she knew that what she was doing wasn't normal for the workplace. She'd probably end up sucking off all her bosses in the future. Lucky bastards. She had gotten so good because of me. I had turned her into a dumb, grateful, swallowing teenaged slut.
With a name like Paula Simmons, I assumed it was another old woman. So many of my patients are. They flirt endlessly with me. I know I'm fit and look very young for my age, but frankly I find it disgusting. I'm 45, but often still called a young doctor among my colleagues because of my youthful face and toned body.
I could never hold a steady relationship. I was married once. That was obviously a disaster. I'm too much of a pervert. I've come to terms with it now. I can only get off if a young willing slut opens up her warm mouth or incredibly tight pussy to me. The older I get, the hotter it is to see an 18-year-old bounce on my dick.
The door opened, and man was I wrong about Paula. Her face looked vaguely familiar, but it must have been years since I had seen the girl, because I would have remembered that face and that body. She had a young, round face with giant blue eyes and huge lips that were parted in that way that would make even the most brilliant woman look like a dumb slut. Her blonde hair was just above her shoulders in tight ringlets.
She had to be around 5 feet tall. Maybe 5'1. It made her luscious curves even more impressive. She wore a green cotton tank top that had a high neck but had no chance of hiding her massive chest. The girl had to be at least a DD, I'm not sure. I'm horrible with bra sizes, but great with the actual tits.
The giant balloons were high and full on her young chest and curved sharply into a thin waist before curving back out to make full hips hugged by tight pair of jeans. I salivated at the thought of what her firm teen ass looked like. I mean, she had to be a teenager, her face was so young. Hopefully not too young. If I get in trouble, I want to minimize the damage. I'm rich enough to lose my license, but I'd rather not go to jail.
"Hi Doctor," Paula said shyly, "remember me?"
"Well of course!" I lied, "How long has it been now?"
"Ten years ago exactly. I remember because the last time I was sick, it was the day after my eighth birthday."
It was hard for that sentence alone to not make my dick instantly hard. She was redefining "barely 18".
"Well that's a very good memory you have," I said, "and you must be very healthy if it's been that long! Still, your parents should have sent you in for a check-up."
Paula hung her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"You didn't know you should have at least a yearly check-up?"
"Nuh-uh,"
"Well that's okay, we'll do a full check-up now. Are your parents waiting for you outside?"
"No," Paula said sadly, "they didn't even believe I was sick. I had to look up your address online."
"Well I'm glad you did," I said, "sit down on that bed there and tell me what the problem is."
I went to my desk to grab a clipboard and looked at my computer and saw Paula's file already on screen. Jocelyn had already remotely sent it to my computer. She really was quite good. I peaked around my monitor and took in the delightful sight of Paula struggling to get on the raised medical table. She was so short that she was unable to hike herself up using her arms behind her. The result was a cutely disgruntled face and those huge tits of hers bouncing all over the place inside her tight tank top. It was obvious that she paid a pretty penny for expensive custom bras because considering her movements, they stayed impressively side-by-side.
I pretended to continue to study my computer as Paula continued to struggle. It wasn't too difficult of a task even for my older patients, so I wondered if she was really that uncoordinated or if her large breasts really brought her that much off-balance. The latter certainly didn't seem too unlikely.
She finally figured out that her current method wasn't working and she turned around and crawled up onto the bed. As she was now turned away, I overtly leered, eager to get a good look at her teen ass.
I was not disappointed. The young thing bubbled up from her thighs, making for a rounded, high ass. It was bigger than most white girls' asses and certainly most white teens', and if Paula's big boobs didn't get me hard, then her luscious ass definitely did.
Now that she was seated patiently, I finally took an actual look at her file. The girl wasn't lying, the last time it had been updated was May 10, 2002, and her birthday was listed as May 9, 1994. Unless she had been to a free clinic, any other doctor would have requested her file. I realized that this really was the first time she had had a check-up in a decade. This would be fun.
I waited a few moments to let my raging erection die down a little, then walked to Paula. I didn't wait until I was completely flaccid, it was fine with me if the young teen noticed my bulge. This girl seemed pretty dumb.
Then again, so did Jocelyn...
"So, Miss Simmons," I started in my most professional tone, "what's bothering you today?"
"My throat, Doctor." Paula replied.
"What sort of pain are you having? When did it start?"
"About a week ago. It wasn't so bad at first, but now it hurts to swallow, and talking isn't as easy. I had to be so quiet on my birthday."
"You seem to be talking fine now, Paula."
She turned her large quivering blue eyes up to me, "It still hurts, Dr. Nix."
"Poor girl," I started, deciding to start sounding a little condescending to test for reactions, "well you're doing very well, I think you're a good girl."
Paula seemed genuinely pleased by the comment and bounced a little in place. I grabbed a look at her settling cleavage before continuing.
"Let me just take a look, okay? I'll try not to ask too many questions. "
"Thank you, Doctor." Paula said quietly, but gratefully.
I went through the motions. Tongue depressor, taking a look, the whole bit. Incredibly basic stuff. In fact, it was easy to see that she had a simple infection that would go away in about a week with some anti-biotics. It was long past the point of being contagious, even. But I had other plans. I put away my tools and sat down on the stool beside the bed and looked as grim as I could. Paula picked up on it.
"Oh no! What's the matter? Is it serious?"
"Well I'm glad you came to me as soon as you did, it could have been much worse."
"But I waited a week! Did I wait too long?"