Chapter 5 (Father and Farther)
*Men have children. Fathers raise them. One you are given and one you earn.*
My plan for Father was multi-staged. First, I had to show up at his office with my gym bag right before his office was opened before he had arrived. The Chief Nurse knew me from my pre-college days. She commented on how grown up I looked. I smiled. She unlocked the door and went in. What I was really doing was watching her set the security code. I waited half an hour, told the nurse I had to go, but to not bother Dad with the 'fact' that he hadn't remembered. He was so overworked after all.
Stealing and copying the key was insanely easy. That very night I went to his office and put in the cameras with the snake lenses. I got all the rooms, plus the offices of the doctors. I hid the receiver unit in Dad's office, behind the pictures he had of us. Ironically, he wasn't in any of them. I figured that place was safe because he never looked at us anyway.
The next night I went in and removed my handiwork. The longer they were there, the greater the risk discovery and my plan unraveling. I was richly rewarded for my work. It took most of the next morning to speed through the visiting room footage, which made me wonder how any gynecologist ever wanted to have sex after so much pussy in one day. It was in the offices that I had my just desserts.
At lunch, my Father went into the Executive bathroom he shared with one of his partners, Dr. Kathryn Carter. She was a year or two younger than Dad, blonde and relatively attractive in a severe, tight-faced way. Dad entered the washroom first. He waited around, which is what got me curious. A few minutes later, Dr. Carter's entered. Without preamble, she pulled up her knee-length skirt around her waist. She wasn't wearing underwear. She leaned against the double sink.
"Get to it," she barked. Dad went to his knees and began lapping up her cunt like a thirsty dog.
"Harder," was her next command. She gave a guttural growl and began bucking her hips after about five minutes. That was Dad's cue to grab onto her ass and shove his face even farther in. She crushed Dad's head between thick thighs. Dad was clearly in distress and she was eating it up. He tried to pull back, but she was having none of it. He was half way to his feet when she came violently. She slammed him back down painfully. I made a note to see if Dad had an indentation on his chin where it had hit the sink.
She wasn't done yet.
"Clean my up, you pig," she laughed. Dad got to it, licking her juices up off her thighs and pussy. I guess he was lucky she wasn't a major squirter.
"Are we on for tonight?" she asked.
"Of course."
"Are you ever worried our families will find out?" she taunted.
"Ilene is a useless bitch. I'll be rid of her soon enough. A little more accounting magic and she'll be totally broke. Then I jettison her ass. She'll be someone's crack whore inside a week. What about Chuck?" Kathryn laughed. Chuck was her husband of fifteen years.
"That idiot? Please, he believes whatever I tell him. I haven't touched hid dick in three months, but I still make him beg for it every night. What a moron," she chuckled. Dad stood up and rubbed her crotch.
"Do him. I want to lick his cum out of your cunt like we did last time," he rumbled with passion. Kathryn laughed, slipped off the counter top and straightened out her skirt.
That would have been enough by itself, but Dad clearly couldn't contain himself. He fucked four clients in his office, in a variety of interesting positions and points of entry, leaving me with the impression that his office had to be soundproofed. The best part of all was that I recognized one of those women, and it was definitely a gift from the Gods.
I worked like a madman the next day. I had to be somewhere in the early afternoon, plus I had planned a family meeting -- sans Dad, this evening. I dressed in a nice business suit I had tailored with some of my ill-gotten sex money. I figured it was fitting. I walked into the main reception area and went to the secretary.
"I would like to talk with Ms. Fowler," I asked pleasantly. She looked me over, giving me a sexy smile.
"She's a very busy person, but maybe I can help you with something. You seem to be too young to be getting divorced." I gave a rumbling purr because she really looked tasty, but I had to stay on target.
"I am afraid it is important. Please tell her that Damien Cullen is here to see her," I said with a shoulder shrug that expressed my regret. I guess it had the desired effect; she had a sincere pout when she made the call.
"Ms. Peterson, there is a Damien Cullen to see Ms. Fowler. He says it is important." She listened to something. She looked at me. "She says you need to make an appointment."
