Monday 8.37 a.m.
My husband was up first on the Monday morning, as usual, and although I wasn't far behind him by the time I emerged from our bed, he was showered and dressed.
Sitting with him to have coffee before he left for work, I listened as he told me about the contract I had got Darius to sign on the Friday and what it meant for him and the company. He would be getting a substantial bonus and he was certain Roger would want to organise another celebration.
I knew, with a sinking feeling, that his boss's plans would almost certainly include me one way or another.
"When's your first appointment?" getting up from the table he asked me as he swallowed the remnants of his drink.
"At 11 o'clock with Robert Yates."
Taking a mouthful of coffee, I gazed up at him wondering, not for the first time, why he liked me being a whore.
"I'll try to think of you then, getting a good fucking from the horny doctor. If I'm not too busy that is." He grinned, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.
"I doubt I'll be thinking of you." I smiled back at him, "I'll probably be a little preoccupied."
"Hopefully, if he's making you cum." Laughing Chris put on his jacket and headed towards the front door.
"Bye babe." He called back as he went out of the house.
"Bye..." I said quietly to the empty room.
Once he had gone and I heard his car drive away I finished what was in my cup and went to get myself ready for my 11 a.m. engagement.
I had nearly two hours before I was due at Robert Yates' offices so I took a leisurely shower before sitting down to follow my usual routine with my make-up.
Monday 9.05 a.m.
Doing my nails first, I sat down at my dressing table and removed the black nail varnish from the week-end then painted them in my more normal post box red.
After waiting for them to dry I brushed out my hair, leaving my blonde tresses loose and hanging around my shoulders.
Then turning my attention to my make-up, I glued on my false eyelashes making sure I put a thick layer of mascara on them. It was a bit over the top for normal daylight hours but I do like to emphasise my good points where I can.
My eyeshadow was next and I went for a normal mid-blue shade before finishing off with a light foundation and a red lip gloss.
I took my time dressing as well; rolling my usual black seamed stockings up my legs and attaching them to my black lace suspender belt, slipping on the matching bra and panties before selecting a skirt and top.
Not wanting to look to out of place I chose a dark grey skirt that came to a couple of inches above my knees. It was quite modest although it did have a slit in the front that exposed my thighs as I walked or sat.
A deep burgundy short-sleeved blouse and my black 3" strappy stiletto heels put the finishing touches on what I hoped was a slightly classy outfit.
Monday 10.11 a.m.
My final task was to pack the naughty nurse's outfit, that the randy doctor Yates had bought me some time ago, into my small holdall.
Then collecting my handbag and picking up my keys I stepped out of the house. Dropping the holdall on the back seat I slid into the driver's seat of my mini and set off for my 11 o'clock rendezvous.
Carefully reversing off the driveway I waved to Margaret from next door, smiling to myself as I tried to think what she would say if she knew where I was going and, more interestingly for some reason, what I would be doing.
My destination was across town and traffic was heavier than normal but, fortunately, I had given myself plenty of time and arrived at the surgery just before eleven.
Checking my appearance one last time in the vanity mirror I climbed, gracefully, out of the car before retrieving the holdall and walking across the road to the doctor's surgery.
Monday 10.58 a.m.
The front door to the doctor's office was unlocked and I hesitantly pushed it open hoping that there was no one else in the building.
"Good morning, Abigail. Right on time as always." Bob Yates greeted me warmly when I entered the waiting room, "Please lock the door behind you and come through. We don't want to be disturbed, do we?"
"Good morning doctor Yates. How are you?"
"Fine thanks." He responded somewhat abruptly then, without another word, he disappeared into his surgery ahead of me.
I didn't know his age but I guessed he was in his sixties. Balding with a grey beard, he stood about 5' 8", the same height as me, with a portly but not overly obese figure.
I did as he asked and, after securing the outer door, I followed him taking my holdall and immediately disappeared behind the screens to get changed. I'm not sure if his particular fetish was related to one person or just nurses in general but he, invariably, wanted me dressed up as one.
Occasionally he would get me to play a patient but most of the time it was a nurse, which was why he had bought me the sexy costume.
Unbuttoning my blouse, I draped it over the screen before removing my skirt. Then, leaving my underwear on, I wriggled into the skimpy uniform, reaching behind me to zip it up.
The outfit looked like it was straight out of an Ann Summers catalogue.
A very short, tight blue dress trimmed in white. As you would expect it came with a cap and a white apron with a red cross on the front of it.
"Good morning doctor." I emerged from behind the screen and immediately began to play my role as I strutted across the room wiggling my barely covered backside at him.
"Good morning nurse." Doctor Yates stood up and moved around his desk as I bent over the examination table in front of him and made it look as if I was doing something.
The skimpy uniform didn't cover my stockings when I was standing up so when I leant forwards it rode up to completely expose my knickers as well.
"You look very sexy today Abigail." His hand cupped my arse, squeezing my cheek for a moment, then slipped between my stockinged thighs.
"Oh, doctor. What are you doing?" I giggled as his fingers stoked along my cleft, teasing it through my panties.
"Nothing for you to worry about nurse." He whispered in my ear, his single digit pressing a little more firmly into me forcing the material between my labia so my outer lips bulged around the gusset of my knickers.
Without answering him I leant further forwards and dropped onto my elbows, straightening my legs and raising my arse invitingly as I spread my feet apart.
With me presenting myself so obligingly the doctor hooked my panties to the side and inserted a finger up into my wet crevice.
"Ohhhh.... Doctor!" I exclaimed softly going up onto my toes, "You're.... you're touching my pussy."
I wiggled my arse invitingly as I spoke not expecting an answer.