The Lust Gene: Dr. Goldenrod's Proficiencies
My tooth was killing me. A rear molar had a crown crack, it came loose, and everything that touched the tooth shot a bolt of pain through my jaw. I desperately needed it fixed and I prayed that the dentist would actually be able to fix it. I wasn't concerned that Dr. Goldenrod was not capable of fixing it, no, I was concerned that when it came down to it, she was going to be able to resist sucking my dick long enough to do her job. A job I desperately needed done.
Now I know what you're thinking. You think I'm either crazy, or I'm complaining about receiving one of the greatest gifts in the universe.
A blowjob from a gorgeous dentist with a tongue piercing and ridiculous curves. A dentist who could, no doubt, make more money with her lips and tongue than she did practicing dentistry. She was very good at what she did. But, my tooth was killing me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and even drinking coffee was agony. The last thing on my mind was getting fellated in the examination chair.
"
And here he goes again!
" you're shouting
.
"Complaining about something truly beautiful happening in this cruel, cruel world."
You say. And I hear you. I understand. That is why I have decided to tell my tales to those that desire to read them. If I am to be subjected to constant sexual pursuit and impromptu liaisons to the point I'm complaining about it, I should at least try to profit off of it. Right?
I wouldn't call myself a very inherently sexual person-not in my previous life, anyway. Sure, I enjoyed sex as much as anybody else, I just never really sought it out. I was pretty content with my life and never seemed to be driven by my libido. That was until my twenty-sixth birthday. Something happened to my body that completely changed the way I live my life.
I could go into the details on some later day, but for telling my story, I'd put it this way- it was almost like a second puberty, as I became something else. Nothing on the outside changed, and I really felt no different overall. It was the other people around me that seemed to be affected by the change within me. Though I still didn't know how, or why, this had happened to me, I did grow to accept it, and really, I embrace it. It really did feel like a blessing, though it certainly could be considered a curse.
My body started to produce a full spectrum of aphrodisiac-like signals. Pheromones, radiation, ultrasonic vibrations, and even subconscious psychic impulses emanated from my body, and to those that were open to these signals, they became incredibly drawn to me in the most sexual of ways. It wasn't mind control or sex magic or anything like that; I just became everyone's type. So much so that people really would throw caution to the wind to get at me. I'd caused car accidents, a couple of planes to be rerouted mid flight, and though not proud of this, it had gotten me out of more than my share of speeding tickets.
Being a pretty average man in most respects- average height, weight, level of attractiveness (on paper), I was not the sharpest knife in the sink and I failed miserably at my attempts to be an artist. I just had thi- my superpower. The power to bring people to the highest levels of arousal without so much as lifting a pinky. I had come to call it my Lust Gene.
Now that I've given most of my spiel...
I really needed to get back to the dentist, because I was starving, exhausted, and in a great deal of pain.
Oftentimes, when I'd be out and about on errands, where I didn't feel like becoming the target of someone's amorous affections, I would wear big, wrap-around shades and a hat. It didn't completely block my powers, but it did seem to reduce their effectiveness quite a bit. I tested it very thoroughly and I'd say that it reduced my chance of random encounters by about seventy-five percent.
The cab driver took me all the way across town without incident, though he was certainly eyeing me via the rearview mirror. And he was not being sly about it. I had another layer of protection as well in the form of the big, blue ice pack that I was holding to my cheek. The cold was the only thing that seemed to help and it also hid my face. Not to mention that it helped me look either crazy or ill, or both. Even with my Lust Gene, those were still serious deterrents to all but the most desperate of perverts.
Even though he didn't speak to me on the ride, the cabbie shoved his business card in my face after I had paid the fare. He blushed and winked at me, as I took the card from his hand. I gave him a polite smile though it caused me to wince at the pain. Once, I collected the endless stream of business cards I received, but after a while I only kept them if I needed to get something out of my teeth. And since I was already headed into the dentist's office, I tossed it in the trashcan in the foyer of the building. I was just not into middle-aged Iranian dudes. Not this month, anyway.
"Mister Run, so good to see you again!" Julie, the receptionist called out to me, as soon as I stepped into the lobby of Goldenrod Dental. Julie was a petite woman, in her thirties and had that Irish girl-next-door look- freckles, red hair, big green eyes; she was small and perky, just like her breasts.
Julie bent her entire body to look around the woman she had been helping, dropping her file on the countertop, papers spilling out onto the floor. The woman looked confused and a bit miffed, until she saw me standing there in my gray sweats and hoodie with an ice pack pressed to my cheek. If I wasn't just the hottest damned man in dirty sweats she'd ever seen. Her displeasure inverted and I felt the senior lady's eyes piercing a thousand holes in my clothing, mostly in the crotch. She gave me a coy wave and a smile as I sat down. Even the motion of plopping myself into the soft lobby chair sent a bolt of lightning through my skull, careening through the nerves deep into my brain.
"I've already checked you in, and Doctor Goldenrod says she will be ready for you soon," Julie said, leaning as far over the counter as she could, and pushing out her chest. She had undone the top two buttons of her blouse the moment she had seen me come into the office.
"It's so funny how the doctor always finishes early with her patients whenever
you
come in, Mister Run," she said, nervously fingering the pendant of her necklace.
"Oh, I know something about finishing early," I said.
Julie laughed so hard, she snorted and the older woman began fanning herself with her patient file, giggling. Both women blushed. One thing I really never got tired of, in regards to my powers, was that my jokes always killed. Hell, even if they were hardly jokes, they crushed. Call me petty, but I just loved to make people laugh, even if it was just because they wanted to fuck my brains out. Don't get me wrong, the sex was great, but there was just something about the laughter that got me every time.
I know. You hate me. I hate me too. I guess I know what it's like to be one of the beautiful men now, like the Pitts and the Goslings of the world.
While the two women giggled like schoolgirls, I picked up an old issue of Good Housekeeping to hide behind while I waited. I showed up almost an hour early because I could not deal with the pain, and I knew the closer I was to the dentist, the closer I was to getting rid of the torment. And, just like Julie had said, Dr. Goldenrod would nearly throw the current patient out of the room if she knew I was her next patient. My power worked on everyone, but for some people, it worked overtime. I still hadn't solved the mystery of why that was or if I had any control over it, but it was good to know which people it affected with that extra oomph. Say, if it was a dentist, I then knew that I was going to get the best treatment in town. Not to mention some great dental work!
Zing, gotcha
.
Okay, I'll stop.
I had just about finished the first paragraph of the article "How To Make Your Bathroom Feel Bigger" before the door to the exam rooms flung open, and a heavyset, older gentleman spilled out into the waiting room. He still had the examination bib hung around his neck, wet with slobber and what appeared to be too much gauze hastily stuffed into his mouth. Dr. Goldenrod appeared behind him, shoving him along with a big smile on her face.
"I'b till berty numb," the guy moaned, drool running from his numb face onto the bib.
"Don't worry Mister Caldwell, the numbness and swelling will go down in an hour or two and if you have any more pain, you call my office right away, you hear?" Goldenrod rattled, and pushed the patient to the receptionist desk.
"But I-" he began to complain.
"No, no, Mister Caldwell, you really should limit your speaking so that gauze doesn't fall out; you wouldn't want those stitches exposed too soon. You can take that gauze out of your mouth when you get home," she interrupted, and grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him to face Julie.
He continued to complain to Julie, but neither she nor Dr. Goldenrod paid him any more mind. I was not sure if she dressed for the occasion when she knew I was coming in, but something told me she looked this way all the time.
Beneath her white lab coat, she wore a tight-fitting dress that ended just below the curve of her thick thighs. The neckline had a deep plunge, but it was buttoned up in a conservative fashion. Nothing too overtly sexy for a doctor to wear, but the curves beneath it would make nearly any outfit outlandish on her. She tied her curly brown hair up in a messy bun, as she eyed me like a hungry animal.
