The phone call had been surprisingly easy for Dr. Greg Clark. He expected to be nervous or get her voicemail or... who knows what? He just didn't expect it to be so easy.
He had a late afternoon cancellation and had no extra work to do. His mind had gotten to running and he recalled Mallory's promise. Any time he wanted her, any where she wanted her to be he need only call and ask. He did not quite buy the flexibility and could not help but want to test it. Sure enough, she answered and told him she'd be there right away. Apparently his babysitter meant what she said.
When he hung up the phone, that's when the nerves came. What if Gina dropped in for a surprise visit? Sure, she had not done that since before Shelley was born, but she still could. Or what if there was an emergency? Granted, dermatologist emergencies are few and far between, but, still, it could happen, right?
And so the doctor sat for fifteen minutes, mulling all the ways it could go wrong. He had all but convinced himself to call her and tell her to turn back around when there was a knock at his office door. Pammy eased it open and whispered, "There's a walk-in here. She said you said she could come by?"
"Yes, of course. Send her in."
"Did you tell me? Because I don't have her on the schedule?"
"She just called, Pammy. Literally. Sorry not to give a heads-ups."
"No worries," she replied, her voice betraying her worries.
"You can go on in," she heard her tell Mallory.
Mallory entered, only a tan London Fog jacket and a pair black knee high leather boots. She closed the door behind her.
"I think you've got a jealous PA there. Cute...but jealous."
"About what?" Greg asked. Pammy being jealous was never something the doctor had been aware of before.
"Oh, I think you are smart enough to put that together, don't you?"
"You think?"
"Oh yeah, totally. Not that she doesn't have good reason?
"Oh?"
"Yes," Mallory smiled, untying her jacket and shrugging it off to reveal her naked body beneath,
"Because I am going to use all this to fuck your brains out."
The doctor went speechless and just took her in. He did not have a lot of opportunities to just stare at her body fully. Either they were all over each other already or she was fully dressed and he was trying to avoid anyone noticing any indication of lustful desires or intentions for her teen body. Her hair was casually tussled, a sexy, simple look. Her face was clear of makeup with a small ridge of freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. The freckles helped to draw focus to a pair of green eyes that would be eye catching even without her beautiful face surrounding them. Her neck was long and slender and was already blushing with desire. Her breasts were small, high, firm, proud and topped with perfect hard nipples that he could feel his mouth watering for already. Her torso was long and lean with a perfectly flat, sexy stomach. A belly button ring nestled nicely over her navel, something she knew drove him wild. Her legs were mostly encased in her black boots, but he knew them to toned and shapely. She kept her pussy smooth and bald, something Greg hadn't thought he cared all that much about until the first time he saw hers. Even though it was October, her skin was still a little tan from summer and faint tanlines very visible over her breasts and pelvis, reminding him of the bathing suit she wore when this all began... the bikini she wore to suck him off in the shower.
"You done eye fucking me?" she teased, striking a small pose, "I promise the real thing is even better."
"Oh, sorry," he said, a bit embarrassed.
"Mmm, don't be. It makes me hot to see you look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you'd do anything to have me again. Like...like being inside me is your drug of choice."
"Oh, it so is."
"Good. Because I'm so addicted to you too," she giggled, "now get over here and teach your kids' babysitter what happens to naughty girls who walk around in nothing but a trenchcoat and fuck me boots."
Greg smiled but remained rooted behind his desk.
"Oh, I see," she said, eyes narrowing, "You need a little...persuasion then?"
"It...couldn't hurt," he smarmily suggested.
She waved her pointer finger in front of her in the universal sign of "bad boy," and then brought it and the middle one to her mouth. She sucked them slow, maintaining eye contact, moaning ever so lightly. Soon they glistened with her saliva. Satisfied with how wet she had gotten them, she parted her legs slightly and slid the finger between the lips of her pussy.
She gasped as she made contact with her clit and shot at him accusatorially, "You're a real bastard, you know that? You call me to come over here, I skip Anthro, put together this outfit, and then you make me get myself off when I get here?"
"Are you objecting?"
"Noooooo," she moaned, "Definitely not. I like that you are treating me like the nasty girl I am."
"Tell me when you're close," he ordered her.
"Oh God. Oh yeah, I will. Uh...uh....uh. Can I—can I sit?"
"No," he denied here, "Just stand and do what you're told."
"Such a bastard. Oh man! Dr. Clark, I must be such a slut to let you treat me like this."
"The sluttiest," he agreed, not taking his eyes off of her.
Mallory's fingers began to dive deeper inside her, her thumb now in constant contact with her clit. She wavered on her feet and finally awkwardly stumbled into a lean on the bookcase closest to her. Greg did not object, a source of relief and disappointment to her. She half wished that he'd force her to try and maintain her balance while standing with nothing to help her. Now that they had entered the next stage of their affair, the one that let Greg seduce her as well, she found herself increasingly aroused by the idea of him mistreating her—in a sexual sense of play, of course.
Just the thought of what she allowed him to do and say to her pushed her arousal to the next level. She let him know, "Uhhhhhh, Dr. Clark, so close. Gonna cum for you."
He was on her in the flash, grabbing her hand and forcing her to extract it from her burning desire, "Not yet you aren't," he revealed to her.
She could only whimper in frustrated wantonness.
Greg pulled her fingers to his lips and sucked them clean of her juice. He could feel her sway with lust induced dizziness.
"Taste your lust," he demanded of her and kissed her deeply, roughly pushing his tongue in her mouth. In response, she sucked it, drinking of her fluids mixed with his saliva.
