The last in the latest batch of blood tests were complete and Marta finished recording the results before sitting back from the computer with a sigh. She had collected blood samples from almost all the local children and had run a battery of tests, looking for diabetes, tuberculosis, and similar medical issues. It had been a long process, but hopefully, it would pay dividends in any long-term diagnosis and treatment plans she and her husband Stefan might consider implementing.
Taking off her spectacles and rubbing her eyes she took a sip of her mango juice as she continued typing. It went against the grain to eat and drink at her workstation, but she had a lot of work to do and what the hell, she was her own boss now.
The clinic she and Stefan ran was reasonably large given the size of the village and extremely well equipped with modern equipment. The donations they had received from the local businesswoman Portia had been extremely generous. Marta frowned at the thought, Portia had helped them set up the clinic and had never been anything but helpful, it just annoyed her the way Stefan all but drooled every time he saw the woman.
Marta couldn't really blame the poor man for it though, she really was quite stunning, with legs up to her eyebrows, long hair that reached all the way down to her ass, a damned near perfect complexion, and the deepest darkest eyes she had ever seen in another human. She sighed, "
It's just not fair really.
"
It wasn't like she looked like a dog's dinner or anything. She was a curvy 5'6 brunette with decent-sized breasts and a nicely rounded ass, she had a generous mouth, and a pleasant smile and she made efforts to keep herself in shape.
Stefan had been called away to the far side of the island where a fisherman had managed to impale himself with a gaff. He'd taken the nurse with him; a local man whose help with translations was almost as useful as the medical assistance he provided. But that left her alone for the day with a whole bunch of work to do.
She looked up from the computer as a man entered the clinic. He was a tall, dark-haired fellow with the tanned skin of someone who does a lot of outside work. His features had an almost gallic look about them and he wasn't entirely unhandsome. His clothing appeared unremarkable, a worn but clean work shirt, jeans, and a battered-looking sunhat.
When he spoke, his voice had an unusual accent, possibly French, maybe Spanish, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"I'm sorry to disturb you doctor, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me?"
"I'll certainly try, are you hurt, is there a medical issue?"
He grinned, "Oh, no doctor, nothing like that, you see I'm looking for a friend of mine. He stopped returning my calls a while back and from what I can gather he seems to have gone, 'missing', so I thought I'd come and see if I could find him".
"Why come here?"
The smiling man ambled closer, and Marta felt a quiver of uneasiness.
"Oh, well there's no Police station on the island but I thought what with you being the local doctors if anything had happened to my friend, if he'd been hurt or anything of that ilk, then perhaps you would be the ones to know."
Marta considered; the explanation made sense, so she turned to her computer, "I'll have a look, what's your friend's name? Are you related?"
"My apologies doctor, my name is Marcus, and no we are not related."
"He goes by the name Cortez."
After obtaining a few more details from the man Marta carried out several searches on the computer before turning back to him, "I'm sorry, I can't find anything relating to any patient by that name or with that description. If you give me a moment though, I could check the files to see if he somehow slipped through the net."
She rose but swayed unsteadily as a wave of weakness almost caused her knees to buckle. Her vision blurred and she clutched the back of her chair as the room began to sway. She made a distressed sound and was grateful when Marcus's grip steadied her.
"Don't worry doc, it's just the drugs. It's not permanent."
She felt his hands sliding under her skirt and moving up her thighs.
"Drugs?" she slurred.
He grinned, "Yea, just a little something I slipped into your drink. Pretty potent stuff isn't it."
"But why?"
He kissed her on the mouth and his tongue pushed between her lips. Giving a helpless moan she felt his hands sliding up her thighs and under her skirt before they slid across her panties and began to fondle the cheeks of her ass.
Releasing her from the kiss he stared into her eyes, "Well doc, two reasons really. First off, I wanted to be sure you weren't lying about Cortez. This drug makes lying quite difficult."
He moved a hand round and slid it down between her legs, cupping the mound of her sex and she groaned as he slid a finger into her suddenly wet pussy.
"But mostly", he smiled at her reaction as he slipped his finger in and out of her oily quim, "it was so I could do this."
Marta moaned as her body betrayed her and she shivered in pleasure as he undid the button of her skirt and slid it down her legs, leaving it lying discarded on the floor.
He continued to slide his finger into her, "Oh, don't feel bad doc. The drugs take away your inhibitions and they do things to your body, making you much more sensitive. Let's just say that for a while you'll be feeling pretty good, and you won't be saying 'no' to anything. Hey, how about we go up to your apartment and make ourselves comfortable?"
"Please don't," she whimpered as he half carried, half dragged the stumbling woman upstairs where he opened doors until he found the bedroom. He casually lowered her onto her bed and began to unbutton her shirt.
