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This story is loosely based on my experiences, all characters are over 18 years of age and fictional.
Please read "The Doctor is In, part 1" first.
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Short Review
A young professional gets horny during a drunken weeknight and answers a craigslist post. The post is from an older doctor looking for a younger houseboy. The young professional, pulled by his curiosity, decides to take his chances and agrees to an interview on a Wednesday evening.
The doctor gave detailed instructions on how he was to prepare for the interview. The young professional was to enter the garage, close the door and strip naked prior to entering the doctor's home. Once inside, he was to head to the kitchen to find more detailed instructions.
Part two starts as the naked professional enters the doctor's home for the first time.
The Houseboy Goes In
As I entered the doctor's home, I was incredibly aroused. I found it exciting to be walking into a stranger's home completely naked, ready to follow the instructions waiting for me in the kitchen.
The house was oddly quiet as I carefully walked through the laundry room and into the large gourmet kitchen. It was 7pm sharp on a warm July evening. The air conditioning was on creating a noticeable contrast to the heat of the garage. All of the curtains and blinds were open, allowing the sun to flow into the kitchen that adjoined the laundry area.
I was a little nervous exiting the laundry room into the kitchen due to a set of patio doors that opened onto an elevated deck in the back yard. As I looked through the patio doors, I could see into the neighbor's home on the lot across the back yard. I assumed that since I could see into their home, they could likely see me standing naked in the doctor's kitchen.
I quickly made my way over to the kitchen island where I found a single sheet of paper with a set of typed instructions. I stood at the island where the neighbor's view was almost completely obstructed.
I started to read the instructions:
"On the island, you will find a platter and two martini glasses. In the freezer, you will find bottles of Bombay Sapphire gin and Belvedere vodka.
"Prepare me a Belvedere martini and add two pearl onions from the refrigerator using the swizzle sticks in the holder on the island. Prepare yourself a martini, and place them both on the platter."
I stopped to look around for a moment to calm myself before continuing on with the note.
It continued:
"If you wear glasses or contacts, please remove them before joining me in the study for your interview.
"As an eye surgeon, I don't consider you naked if you are wearing corrective eyewear. You will find the necessary saline solution and contact case on the kitchen island for your use as needed.
"Once you are truly naked, serve me my martini in the study near the south side of the home."
I stepped to the sub-zero refrigerator, and pulled out the gin and the vodka from the freezer. The olives and onions were near the front of the fully stocked refrigerator. I poured the doctor's vodka martini first, and carefully added the two pearl onions as he instructed.
I placed the doctor's martini on the platter and started to work on a gin version with olives which I preferred. Once both martinis were complete, I put all the ingredients back in their respective places, and re-read the instructions to make sure I had done everything correctly.
"What's with the contact lenses?" I thought to myself. "I'm blind as a bat without my contacts."
With quivering hands, I carefully removed each contact and placed them in the provided case using the available saline solution. As I looked up from the island, I now saw only blurred light instead of sharp images. I could make out the large opening into the living room at the front of the house, but almost all the details were obscured.
I took a few breaths to calm myself. This was getting a little weirder than I could manage, even in my heightened state of arousal.
"Something's not right here," my mind's voice said sternly. "You can't see, and now he is instructing you to drink martinis!"
Houseboy Serves the Doctor
I reached down for the platter and steadied myself before lifting it for my journey to the study (wherever that was).
I slowly made my way across the formal living room. The focal point of the living room was a large picture window, common for the home's era. The window was uncovered, allowing the bright evening sun to shine in from the west, illuminating the entire room. My nearsightedness kept me from wondering if I was visible to any neighbors who might be enjoying an evening walk.
As I crossed the foyer, I found two short hallways. Not knowing which hallway led to the study, I called out, "Doctor?"
"Back here!" came a voice from the hallway near the front of the house.
The voice had a slight accent that seemed familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint. I proceeded into the hallway following the voice. My body felt the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the wall of glass that looked onto the front lawn. Once again I was worried about exposing myself to the neighborhood.
The study was dark in contrast. Each wall was covered with dark alder book cases. Each case was lined with a full complement of books. The desk was also made from knotty alder, and all of the chairs and the couch were covered in dark leather.
On the leather couch sat the doctor, in a formal robe, with an iPad in his lap. My extreme nearsightedness and the darkness of the room prevented me from clearly seeing the doctor's features. I could tell that his skin color was much darker than mine.
