At 3:30 Mei was on her knees with an old man's cock in her mouth.
After the lunch break, Mei brought back a Chinese boy with a cough who exuberantly hopped up on the exam room table and was flanked by his father and Mei Chun. Eager for his attention, she leant forward and arched her back a bit, giving Dr. K, who sat on a stool in front of the patient, a look at her tits. They hung in her soft bra, and at the angle she was presenting to him, was meant to raise his blood pressure. The effect was not quite slutty but provocative, given the offer made yesterday.
Mei, when she was Jenny, knew the art of flirting like a tongue knows its teeth, and on an occasion like this, where it was in the person's own self-interest, she could justify using her old tricks. She knew not to overdue it, that the best tool in the flirter's toolbox was the simple steady look, not subtle but effective. But it wasn't time for that yet. Her goal today wasn't necessarily sex; she simply wanted to reverse the intent of his note yesterday that gently declined her offer. If she could get him thinking about sex, that would be sufficient; nature would do the rest.
This morning she chose a white cotton blouse with pleats along her breasts that made her cleavage show wonderfully ('Thank you Markéta,' she thought). At one point, while Dr. K was looking in the boy's mouth with that little flashlight thing, she stretched and yawned and saw his eyes, first at her breasts, then in her eyes. The wolf look, which shot a squirt of adrenaline into her blood stream, was definitely there.
At 2:45, Judy had gone to use the bathroom so Mei Chun took back another patient, a homeless black woman who was a regular. She loitered around while he examined her.
Dr. K knew what she was up to but was at a loss for what to do. He couldn't get angry at her and tell her to get back to work. After all, she was being very sweet to care about him and he didn't want to hurt her feelings. His note had been very clear but she didn't seem to get the message. She just sat bolt upright in the chair watching him like he was a doctor on a soap opera.
At one point she said, "You're so tender, Dr. K. So warm and sweet. You take such good care of people."
He gave her a look. 'Stop tempting me, please,' his eyes said, yet with a friendly cast at their corners that Mei thought adorable.
When the patient left, he stayed seated, removed his glasses and said, "Mei Chun, you did read my note, right?"
She smiled and nodded, holding open her eyes extra wide. "That was a sweet note. I wish you let me keep it."
"I meant it."
"Oh doc, you don't have to worry, Philip's on board; we talked about it already."
He hadn't anticipated that. What kind of conversation would that have been? What kind of man would let his girlfriend do that? "Still..." he said, pondering what words should come next. But before he was ready, before his fluster could calm, she stood and moved closer to him. He saw the color of her knees beneath her skirt and the veins under the skin at the back of her hand.
"You're such a sweet man... and I want a little of that sweetness for myself. Just for a while."
She put one hand on his right shoulder and saw him look at her chest. Her fingers played through the hair at his ear. His eyes hooded at the caress. He seemed to be like a pine tree just about to topple. Then the handle of the door turned and she spun around to see Judy's face peek in.
"Phone call, Dr. K. Can you take it? Hi, Mei Chun, thanks for taking that one."
"Sure," they simultaneously answered.
What happened next happened quickly. The door swung closed on its automatic hinge, she turned, took a half step to achieve better balance and, because he was so close, the action caused her breasts to press along his chest as he stood. She felt the quivering goodness of a man intimately close and, as though it were the most natural thing, she tilted her head to the right when his face was even with her own, then pressed her lips to his.
Her eyes closed by themselves and she moaned into his mouth.
'Mmmmm, kissing,' she thought, '... like kissing.'
She felt his large hands grasp her ribs. It was wonderful... for just a moment - until his grasp moved to her arms and clamped down with such force she thought for sure she misjudged the whole thing, that he was furious and going to throw her against the wall for tormenting him. But he returned her kiss with a fervor that startled her, made her head buzz, and started her heart racing.
He broke off just as she started panting, practically lifted her aside and walked out the door. She collapsed into the chair, getting herself together, thinking that perhaps Dr. K wasn't quite the avuncular old guy she had always assumed him to be.
~~~~~
It was a pharmaceutical sales call but rather than hang up, he used just enough of his brain to keep the account rep talking. 'If she wants it then fine. I'll give all I'm worth. Goddamn she is so..., I haven't seen tits like that since college... I bet she shaves the little... What a... What a sweet little thing. I can't believe I'm going to do it. God help me...'
He thought about locations. His office was out, too much traffic, an exam room maybe, after a patient left? Just bend her over and... maybe a hotel afterwork? No, it had to be now, before he talked himself out of it and obsessed all night again. Then the perfect place occurred to him. At the end of the long hall there was the old file room. It was used for storing an old heart monitor, empty computer boxes and other junk. 'No one ever goes in there.'
The saleswoman droned on but he only heard the femininity in her voice while thoughts of the sexy little Asian girl spun and danced in his mind. Those tits, just imagining those tits and hard nipples in his hands, cupped from behind and squeezed, clouded his mind. He put the handset back on the phone, not really aware that he was hanging up on someone. He had to get his mind under control. 'What would she sound like when I enter her? Would she whine and moan or struggle to keep quiet? Would she press back against me as my cock pushed inside her? Would she struggle with my size as she took me in her mouth?' He had to give himself one last chance to escape. He looked at the smiling face of his wife in the frame on his desk and felt her gaze. He mentally reached out to her and her words came back to him. 'Find love again,' she'd said, 'don't deny yourself.' He took solace in her admonition, but then again he was sure she didn't have a twenty-year old in mind at the time.
"Fuck it," he said, and got up.
~~~~~
Mei had returned to the front desk, scanning the waiting room for anyone that looked even half Asian. She had long planned on the storage room as the perfect place, even going in and dusting off a table and moving some boxes to make enough room for her to kneel and even get on all fours. And, like magic, as though her thoughts of him drew him to her, she heard his voice down the hall say, "Mei Chun, can I see you for a moment?" She heard the undertone of strain in his voice and knew what was coming.
"Coming, Dr. K," she said. No one seemed to notice the excitement in her tone. She turned the corner, saw him moving briskly down the hallway, his lab coat swinging at his knees, and followed with her heart thumping. She saw him stop before the last door on the left and turn toward her. The look he gave her raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
'Oh my god, this is going to be good!' she thought, not without a hue of guilt coloring her blush. She saw him scan behind her and push the door open. Each step she took to catch up reverberated through the sinews of her internal organs. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath when she saw the look in his eyes. 'He's gonna eat me alive.'
The clacking of her heals sounded like the mechanism in one of those slide projector carousels back in high school. With each step she saw a different reality: herself as Jenny, the hateful manipulator; herself as a child trying to decipher her father's mood, desperate to earn his attention; herself as Philip's sex slave, breaking out of her cocoon with each strike of the whip. It was the last image, the liberated Mei Chun, claiming her own happiness through pleasing her man, that froze when his hand grasped her arm above the elbow and pushed her in.
'God, I love it when a man takes charge,' she thought as he pushed her inside, turned, closed the door and moved the edge of the desk a few inches to ensure no one would walk in on them. When he turned around she was unbuttoning her blouse. He stood transfixed as her shoulders were bared.
"I'm so glad, Dr. K," she whispered.
"Call me Alan when we're doing this," he growled.
"Alan."
He couldn't wait a moment longer and moved forward to kiss her again. The ball of her shoulder made a rest for his palm, the naked skin silky and warm. The pinky of his right hand caught in the bra strap that he pushed aside and only when the urge to communicate overcame his need to keep kissing her, did he speak. "I hope you know what you're doing, Mei Chun." His large soft hands were ice cold and shaking. "... what you've been doing to me."
"I do, and I want you to get it all out of you. All your stress and sorrow. Just take me and push it all into me." She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, bottom buttons still fastened, and pulled the cups down to her belly. She looked up at him with all the innocent vulnerability she could muster. It wasn't hard to feign, he was a big man and she felt his hunger; she had an inkling this wasn't going to be quite what she had expected.
"They're very tender." She looked down at her hands upon her breasts, squeezed them and felt their heft.
His wordless low grumble seemed to permeate her. It caused her arousal to quiver in sympathetic resonance. His eyes seemed to burn her breasts, his hand on her shoulders compressed, and she felt the first flush of joy at being his powerless object, a notion that she had come to associate with fantastic, emotionally fulfilling sex.
In moments his head was in the nape of her neck, kissing and nuzzling furiously, seeking to get all of her scent and texture in touch with his senses.
