Alice was not used to being kept waiting. She was a busy woman, for Christ's sake!
She looked over to the young receptionist who instantly turned bright red and tried to look busy. Alice had already given the poor girl a hard time... twice. Not that she was in a position to do anything about it, of course.
Alice looked at her watch again. A whole minute had passed since the last time. Didn't they realise she had a company to run?! Her foot began to twitch. Not a good sign, as anyone who worked for her was only too aware.
It didn't help that, as far as Alice was concerned, this whole thing was a total waste of time. She was 35 and kept fit with regular visits to the gym. She had never had a day off sick in her life. What did she need a medical for? But the board had insisted. All senior management. No exceptions.
The receptionist's phone rang.
Another glance at the watch. Another minute had passed. Fuck them! They're a bunch of idiots anyway. Alice stood and headed for the door.
The receptionist put down the phone. 'Doctor Williams will see you now.'
Every gram of her innate arrogance demanded her to continue her departure without so much as an acknowledgment to the receptionist. Hence the inordinate pause as Alice froze with her hand on the handle and the receptionist dare not breathe, before Alice turned, strode across to the other side of the reception, and launched herself through the door into Williams' consulting room.
'Alice!' welcomed a somewhat startled Dr Williams. 'Do take a seat.'
'Ms Rawlinson, if you please.' She sat on the chair at the side of his desk. The foot still twitched.
'Ms Rawlinson. Of course,' corrected a suitably admonished Williams, although he held her stare unflinchingly.
How dare he?! No one held her stare. No one! Having been kept waiting for this charade to begin, Alice was in no mood to be challenged. A familiar burst of adrenaline shot through her body as her hackles rose. She wasted no time in making it clear to Williams that she did not have the time for this stupidity. She was perfectly healthy, and she had a business to run. She was here under duress. He should keep the examination to the essentials only, and conduct even those with the utmost efficiency.
Williams allowed Alice to complete her diatribe. At which point he carefully placed his Mont Blanc pen on his pad, leant back in his chair, and looked at her patiently. The audacity! Didn't he know who she was? She wasn't just some junior manager; she was the CEO for fuck's sake!
The good doctor was well aware of who she was, but was not easily cowed. Williams gave a speech of his own, explaining that he also had a job to do which, this particular afternoon, required him to give her a thorough medical examination on the instructions of her board. It would take as long as was required.
Her foot stopped twitching, her face flushed, and Alice became conscious of a warm tingling between her legs. She ignored it and, in a further attempt to take control, began to tell Williams what she thought he required. He quickly interrupted and assured her that he knew what he needed to ask. And so began the medical, with a raft of questions about her lifestyle and diet and family history and... and... and.
In her life Alice always took control. In business meetings she made sure that she led them, regardless of who's the meeting was. That way she influenced the discussion and got what she wanted. In the office she was the boss, and no one questioned her decisions. It would be the same in her private life, if she had one. Occasionally, when away on business, she would role play subservient with some unsuspecting one night fuck she'd pick up in the hotel bar, but in reality even then she directed the whole thing. But here, with each personal question Williams asked, the balance of power shifted further in his favour. There was nothing she could do to wrest it back. This was not a circumstance Alice relished. Eventually it proved too much.
Alice stood and picked up her bag. 'You must have enough now, doctor. I have to be going.'
'Sit down.' Williams didn't even look up from his notes. Alice froze, stunned by the man's presumptuousness. 'I said, sit down. I haven't finished yet.'
'Doctor Williams,' began Alice with as much authority in her voice as she could muster.
'Sit!' barked Williams.
Alice sat. Her knickers were damp.
Absurd! She put it down to the fact that she hadn't enjoyed any cock for nearly a month. God, she'd probably feel the same with the office junior right now. Now, there was a thought.
A few more questions and the interrogation was over. But if Alice thought her position was about to improve, she was mistaken.
'Take off your clothes, please,' said Williams as he moved over to the scales.
'Is that really necessary?' queried Alice.
Williams remained silent, adjusting the scales. Alice kicked off her shoes and removed her trousers and blouse.
'Everything.'
Such was the authority in Williams' voice that Alice unclipped her bra and slipped off her knickers without further question. For the first time in her life Alice found herself stark naked in the presence of, and at the instruction of, a fully clothed man. A warm tingling began again between her legs. This time she chose not to ignore it.
She tried to remind herself this was a medical, that the doctor was just doing his job. But this vulnerability was a new sensation for her... and she liked it. For the first time she looked at Williams properly... and she liked that too. Similar age to her. Nice arse. Good body. Obviously works out.
With the utmost professionalism, Williams recorded her weight. When it came to her height, as she stood against the wall, she stood tall, thrusting out her full, shapely breasts. But still nothing. Not one casual brush of the hand. Not even a glance at her naked body. Never mind. It was only a thought.
'Stand over there, please,' Williams said, pointing to the centre of the room as he returned to his desk and made some notes.
'Can I put my clothes back on?' Alice asked.
'No.'
After what seemed like an eternity, Williams swung round in his chair, steepled his fingers under his chin, and cast his eyes up and down Alice's still naked body. She felt his gaze over her every curve. The tingling spread from between her legs through the rest of her.
'When did you last have sex, Ms Rawlinson?' He broke the silence.
'I beg your pardon?' Alice was somewhat aghast.
