*This story picks up immediately after the events of Ch. 01. I'm not going to go crazy out of the way to catch everybody completely up to speed every chapter, so read from Ch. 01 if you're interested in the overall story. Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.*
There was a pit in my stomach. Why did Jocelyn seem to know Paula? What was up with that smug smile? Was she just trying to play me?
I wished I could just concentrate on my experience with Paula instead of worrying myself sick. I had been using my practice to take advantage of naive young women for almost 20 years without a single problem. Why was it that my new 19-year-old receptionist was able to bring me such doubt for the first time?
I checked my patient schedule for the first time that day. I didn't want any more surprises for my last patient. Judy Gertwin. A regular chronic pain patient. Not the dumb, busty, naive, barely 18-year-old slut that Paula was by any means, but it wasn't a curveball.
The appointment passed by like a rerun of a bad sitcom. It wasn't pleasant, but it ended faster than I expected. I decided to stay in my office for a few minutes after so that I wouldn't have to face Jocelyn when I left. Five minutes was enough, Jocelyn did her job exactly as needed so far. Nothing less and nothing more.
I got ready and walked out to the reception area. I was right, the desk was empty. No sooner did I breathe a sigh of relief then did Jocelyn walk out of the bathroom connected to the waiting room. I normally would have taken this opportunity to check out the amazing young figure she showed off to me during her interview, but her current drab brown dress - an unfortunately common choice for her - allowed me no such priviledge.
"You're leaving late, Doctor," Jocelyn said in her usual professional tone.
"Just five minutes," I said.
"How did your appointment with Paula go? She wasn't a new patient, but it had been a while since you had seen her. Should I have warned you?"
"Oh no, that's just fine, Jocelyn, thank you," I said, trying desperately to read her tone. She gave away nothing.
"Nice girl," said Jocelyn, "a grade younger than me, but she went to my high school. We talked sometimes."
That was it! That's how they knew each other. It told me nothing new at the end of the day, though. Did they still talk sometimes? Would Paula talk about how my "medicine" for her was my cum and how I tricked the dumb girl into fucking me right there in my office? I told her to keep it between us, but Jocelyn had tricked me into hiring her, so she could certainly trick the bimbo, Paula into spilling the goods.
"It's a small world!" Is all I said.
"Sure is," said Jocelyn with a professional smile, "Good night, Doctor."
"Good night, Jocelyn," I said, and watched her leave, wishing her dress was even a little more form-fitting so that I could make out her amazing teen ass I remembered from her interview. The interview when she wore tiny booty shorts and "accidentally dropped" her resume so she could show off that round butt to me.
I spent that night unable to sleep. I tossed and turned remembering other images from that interview. The last thought that crossed my mind before I passed into sleep was Jocelyn leaning forward in earnest while I asked a question, showing me those giant creamy teen juggs spilling out of her tight shirt.
The next morning, I made sure to order a larger coffee than usual and tried not to show how tired I was when I walked into the office. As always, Jocelyn was already there, settled into the reception desk.
"G'morning, Doctor Nix," she said pleasantly, and not at all like most other 19-year-olds would say it.
"Morning, Jocelyn, how's the day looking?"
"Even more busy than usual, Doctor. I've been taking the liberty of giving courtesy calls to patients you haven't seen in a few months. It really seems to have worked, your day is filled with only the results of those calls."
Damn, one of the reasons I could never, ever fire Jocelyn and replace her with a dumb, willing slut like I wanted: she was just too good at her job.
"Such initiative, Jocelyn, thank you."
"I try to do a good job, Doctor, you're good to me here."
I smiled to her and headed to my office where my smile turned into a scowl. Yes, I payed my receptionists an unusually large amount because they always used to suck my dick a few times a day, not because they were ever particularly good at being receptionists.
In fact, they were usually awful in that regard. So on one hard, it was nice to have a competent receptionist for once. But why couldn't she be competent AND slutty? I mean, the old lady blouse she had on today was probably worse on the perverted eye than her brown dress yesterday.
I logged into my computer and opened the server software that Jocelyn used to remotely send me my schedule and the patient's files. As usual, the day's patient list was already on screen for me when I opened the software. My eyes widened and my jaw almost dropped.
The list was completely filled with teen girls whom I had tricked into sucking or fucking my dick on at least one occasion each. Well I suppose some of them weren't teens anymore. It had been at least five years since I had seen Julia Goddard, a former regular and the last on my schedule today.
Julia had been quite sick as a child, so I had seen her most of her life. She trusted me so much that when the busty redhead turned 18, it was incredibly easy for me to get her to start blowing me every appointment. I saw her regularly for two years after that. But soon, a lot of her medical problems had cleared up and she stopped showing up and I stopped booking her. For whatever reason, I had never been able to give her a proper fucking. She was so willing and excited to blow me, but any attempts to go further would be denied.
Was it just a coincidence that this was the pattern of the day? Or did Jocelyn set this up? Was her "calling old patients" tactic actually her calling the girls and convincing them to come here to tell me off? She wouldn't do that, would she?
My paranoia was going overboard. I didn't even know for sure that Jocelyn knew about my perverted ways. Acting ditzy and slutty in an interview could just be her overall tactic in life. One that would work really well with her looks, too.
I didn't have much time to construct my conspiracy theories, however, my day was going to start soon. All of the girls scheduled for the day were simply just check-up appointments. Which made sense as the result of a courtesy call, but it just made me more nervous: no specific ailment meant they could have any reason for coming in. Maggie Sulivan was first. She was the patient on the list I had seen most recently. I had convinced her that fucking me stretched the right muscles for the cramps she was experiencing. But I had hired Stacey soon after that.
Oh how I missed Stacey every day. She was a horrible receptionist, but both as hot and as stupid as a teen could be. She was so good at being my cum bucket, that I basically stopped using patients for my own devices for the 8 months I employed her.
