Dr Zoptic Pt 9 DOPPELGANGER: THE PREMIERE
Standing at the podium in the theatre of the fertility clinic, tall, swarthy Al Mandy hit a switch on the remote. "Let the film roll," Al ordered. At that, the lights dimmed. The screen behind the podium flickered on with red paint dripping over a palate of light mint green. The title SYSTEMATIZED REPRODUCTION flashed across the screen.
On -- screen, the flashed the title faded away into an image of Dr Zoptic, played by chubby Mary in the white lab coat and fishnet stockings costume smiling at an audience of lab coated nursing assistants.
As the film opened, Al Mandy crept away from the podium to join me in the audience on the far right - hand of the lectern. "A great deal of effort and money went into this production," Al whispered. "How do you think, the stock players in my theatre troupe, my Dirty Dozen will react?"
I shook my head. "Hard to tell. No one, not even Mary who was called back to film some of the outtakes, could foresee the story you harvested from clips snipped from the shooting script."
"Not even Mary?" Al whispered, "Hmm, the cinematographer takes frames off the raw images recorded on the reels and reorders them in a new universe."
On screen, standing at the lectern, Dr Zoptic addressed nursing assistants in the audience. "This is an instructional film for fertility clinic personnel in drawing sperm. At the outset, two techniques of drawing the maximum yield of sperm were under discussion."
"Good choice of a `redeeming social value,'" I whispered to Al.
"I decided the appeal," Al informed me, "to a prurient interest is better concealed as an instructional film, rather than in the narrative version of a reprisal for the affront Carter Plessinger delivered to our friend, my classmate, your dearest roommate Rebecca Barton."
The screen behind Dr Zoptic lit up. Dr Zoptic turned to a sauna scene on screen. Skin glazed reflecting the dull light, Hospital President, small breasted trimmed bush Dr Whirlwind, emerged from the mist to greet Zoptic (Mary) in a sauna. Upon entering the sauna, droplets of moisture condensed on Zoptic's (Mary's) bare skin.
The images on the screen filled the projection. Emerging from the billowing smoke, Dr Whirlwind, a gold medallion hanging between small firm breasts, held out her hand. "I promote," Dr Whirlwind opened the conversation, "accessibility with my Department heads through private confidential meetings in the sauna. I hope you don't mind."
"This informal setting promotes openness, honesty and trust. After all, we are," Zoptic (Mary) replied, "here to examine reproduction, an important function of the human body. Prescribing an assembly line method of assisted reproduction requires enforced exclusive output of seminal material to meet the demand from infertile couples and unattached females."
"That brings me directly to the point," Dr Whirlwind directed the meeting, "To secure exclusive output by male sperm donors, I immobilize the male organ through neural inhibitor which controls erection and ejaculation. By contrast, you prefer to mechanically disable the male phallus."
"Yes," responded Dr Zoptic, "I prefer to draw sperm by utilizing instinctual physiological responses to sexual stimulation."
"Through a tease, enticing behavior, a suggestive costume," Dr Whirlwind observed, "and some erotic movies. My technique by contrast harvests sperm through prostate massage."
"Both techniques work on the same hypothesis; that the brain is the primary sexual organ." Zoptic explained, "Both procedures involve some measure of deprivation, but mine accomplishes release through a more pleasant experience. I would imagine," Zoptic replied, "that you might have difficulty recruiting participants."
"Many men find a prostate massage pleasing," Dr Whirlwind answered.
"True, but because prostate massage is often associated with male rape, I prefer to employ prostate massage only as a last resort," Zoptic replied, "to recover valuable sperm from a subject in high demand who eh -- encounters difficulty approaching ejaculation."
With a smile, Dr Whirlwind interjected, "in animal husbandry, they call that a shy breeder."
Chuckling, Dr Zoptic (Mary) quipped, "Regrettably, we are limited to volunteers. Our subjects must come -- at least initially -- voluntarily. Let me explain my method of recruiting a subject."
In the audience watching the film, Al whispered, "how do you like the way, I edited the interchange between Dr Whirlwind and Zoptic. I managed to work in an extra line."
"You forget," I reminded Al, "I had to work bare assed, wearing your long black undershirt to stand in the sauna to read the revised lines with her. Mary's timing was good, but I was left soaking wet."
Leaning over to remind me that Mary invited me to join her in the shower, Al baited me, "Mary like Becky, full of face, moves with grace, naked or clothed, nicely poised, totally unfettered in the altogether."
"One look at me stark naked," I snickered, "That would have been interesting."
The focus on screen returned to Dr Zoptic (Mary). Back at the podium, Dr Zoptic (Mary) continued her lecture, "Our male donors come," Mary smiled, "from a select group. Most are students in our medical college, like a young man we'll call Cameron Ratzinger."
"Carter Plessenger," I declared in a hush, "the man who orchestrated a frat house park, had poor Zaftig -- my roomie Rebecca Barton drugged, stripped naked, plopped in bed with a naked man... "
"Don't knock frat houses," Al quipped at low beath, "where do you think I'm going to sell Becky's revenge?"
"Zaftig -- Rebecca Barton would have preferred," I reminded Al, "to force Carter Plessenger face her fury in an examination of his nuts as she describes how she plans to perform his castration."
"Indeed! I might have accomplished the very same end and even had Carter thank me for it," Al boasted.
On the screen Cameron Ratzinger's (Carter Plessinger's) interview with Al and execution of the releases began to play except that Mary as Dr Zoptic had been dubbed into the scene, replacing Al. On screen, Mary swept the tails of the Dr Zoptic lab coat under her butt as she seated herself behind Al's desk. "Leather can stick to bare butt cheeks," Mary quipped.
With a dumb grin Cameron (Carter) blurted out, "You seem strangely familiar."
"Might I remind you of someone," Zoptic (Mary) suggested, "a classmate perhaps?"
No response came from Cameron Ratzinger (Carter) whose focus rivetted on my movements as I entered the room to join the meeting. With fish net thigh high stockings barely reaching the hems of the white lab coat, every step flashed a quick glimpse of my pubes and butt.
Dr Zoptic (Mary) reminded Cameron (Carter), "Oh, Mr Ratsinger! That uniform spurs sperm collection. In drawing sperm, the mind is the master. The very touch of a scantily dressed female can induce young men, hormones surging, to ejaculate. Efficiency lowers the cost of acquisition of the yield."
After reviewing the releases and the exclusive output agreement, Cameron (Carter) quipped, "I feel like I'm an oil well." Dropping the pen on the table, Cameron (Carter) snickered, "Maybe I'll qualify for the Oil Depletion Allowance the politicians rant about abolishing as the politicians hold out a sweaty palm to take the oil men's money."
Nodding, Dr Zoptic (Mary) signaled me to escort Cameron to the changing room to prepare him for his physical examination.
In the audience, watching the film, Al looked at me with a sly smile. "You're a law student. You've never told me what your ideas on the exclusive output contract for sperm production?"
