The knock was confident and bold, and Susan went to the door immediately. "Dr Scott?" she asked as she opened the front door of her house. She was momentarily taken aback when she had the door fully open, a tiny bit agog at the tall, broad and very handsome man on her front step.
"Yes, are you Susan?" he replied, and though she wouldn't swear to it, she felt certain that he had very, very quickly looked her up and down as he asked. It made her feel a little jolt.
"Uh, yes, I am....please come in."
Dr Scott entered as Susan, a rather attractive blonde woman in her mid to late 40s, closed the door behind him. She had a moment of feeling self conscious -- she had not considered changing before the doctor arrived, and while she wasn't wearing anything grossly inappropriate...her tight white jeans and black tank top were doing very little to hide the curves of her very nice body. It was an outfit she would easily wear out to go shopping, but having felt the doctor's eyes travel over her, she suddenly felt...exposed.
As the doctor set his medical bag down, a man entered the foyer from the living room, and this snapped Susan out of her thoughts.
"Dr Scott, this is my husband, Steve", she offered, and Steve, a man about half a foot shorter and probably 15 years older than the doctor, somewhat sheepishly put his hand out for a shake. Dr Scott ignored the gesture, and simply nodded at Steve. Susan's husband put his hand back down, feeling a bit stupid for having gone for the shake.
"Thank you so much for coming, Dr Scott", Susan jumped in. "We weren't sure what to do -- our family doctor does not do house calls, and we were quite worried, so...anyway, I hope it's ok, I got your contact information from my friend Dana."
Dr Scott gave the slightest of smiles. "Oh yes, Dana...mmm, I remember her well." The response from the doctor did not seem improper...but there was something in the tone of it that made Susan feel a little flush.
"So", Susan continued, "as I said to your secretary, we called about our daughter, Claire. She has been feeling very feverish for the last day or so...and I'm not sure what to do. I'm pretty worried about it -- Steve didn't think having you come was necessary -- I'm the worry wart of the family, haha...but Claire just seems very out of sorts."
Dr Scott leaned into Susan a bit and put his hand on her bare shoulder, one of his fingertips, she noticed, resting on the little bulge that the shoulder clasp of her brasserie made through her tank top strap. For Susan, there was something strangely intimate in that detail.
"You did the right thing", the young doctor assured her. He gave a quick glance over at Steve before saying, "It's good that someone did." Although both Steve and Susan were experiencing it differently, both of them were noticing a subtle feeling of dominance from Dr Scott that they couldn't quite put their fingers on.
"Thank you, doctor", Susan said as he slipped his hand off of her shoulder, his fingers dragging down her arm a little as he did. "Would you like to take a look at Claire now?" Dr Scott smiled his little smile again. "Yes. Very much."
Susan led the way upstairs, and Dr Scott followed her without waiting for Steve to go first. Susan thought about the jeans she was wearing again, about how form fitting they were. She felt like the doctor's eyes were right at level with her ass as he followed her to the 2nd floor, and again she felt a flush of excitement at the thought of him looking.
Susan led the doctor, and her husband in tow, down the hall to a closed door. Susan rapped her knuckles against it. "Claire, honey? Can we come in? I have the doctor with me...". A response came after a pause. "Yes, mom."
Susan opened the door, and Dr Scott, followed by Steve, walked in.
Claire was partially sitting up in bed, leaning her back against the headboard, knees up. The young woman was wearing a short pyjama top and matching bottoms. It was so obvious to Dr Scott that Claire was Susan's daughter -- their were similarities in their beauty, although Claire had a doe-like innocence about her that was its own type of alluring. Her hair was a bit darker than Susan's, but she had the same full, round lips that surely distracted many a man who talked to either mother or daughter. What a mediocre man like Steve had to do with her, genetically, was hard to imagine.
"Hello, Claire, I'm Dr Scott...your mom says you've been feeling feverish and just generally out of sorts. Is that correct?" Claire unconsciously and very quickly pursed and wet her lips before answering. "Yes...yes, that's correct."
Dr Scott moved a little closer to the bed. "Ok, well, I'm gonna...check you out a bit, if that's ok with you." He looked Claire right in the eye. "Is that ok with you, Claire?" Claire looked at her mom and then back to the doctor. "Yes, Dr Scott." He gave Claire that same little smile, which looked to Susan to be a tiny bit coy. "Good girl."
Dr Scott turned back to Susan and Steve. "I set my medical bag down in the foyer when I came in -- Steve, would you fetch it for me please."
Steve, taken aback, didn't know how to respond, other than to do as he had been told, and he left the room without comment. Susan was experiencing feelings she had never had before, feelings she was trying to process. Having this attractive, authoritative younger man order her husband around -- in front of her and Claire -- was exciting in ways that were completely new to her. The way Dr Scott glanced at her after Steve left the room, it seemed clear the doctor knew the effect his commanding energy was having.
"Now, Claire...how old a girl are you?" Claire's big doe eyes looked up at the doctor.
"Eighteen."
Susan quickly added, "She actually just turned 18 a couple days ago."
Dr Scott smiled his smile again. "Mmm...perfect. How lovely. How...wonderful. Big changes, turning 18." The doctor's tone made it clear to Susan that he was not referring to Claire's right to vote.
Steve slumped back in the room with the doctor's bag. He handed the bag to Dr Scott, who took it from him with a little nod and a "Good." The lack of 'thank you' seemed pointed, and again, for reasons she was just beginning to understand, made Susan silently swoon.
"Well, this isn't much of an 18th birthday present, is it -- feeling sick and out of sorts...how about I see what I can do to make you feel better so the beginning of adulthood is more...pleasurable for you. Ok?"
Claire bit her lip and nodded at the doctor. "Yes, Dr Scott."
The doctor took off his blazer and draped it over Claire's dresser. Both Claire and Susan, and actually Steve as well, silently noted how muscular he was, and how perfectly his dress shirt fit him. Dr Scott turned back to Claire's parents.
"I often examine patients in private, for a number of reasons...particularly when it's involving parents...but something tells me that it is going to be good -- for both of you -- to observe."
Dr Scott turned back to look at Claire. "And if Claire needs to tell me something that she doesn't want to share with you both, she can put her lips against my ear and whisper it to me like it's a naughty little secret."
The tension that everyone in the room was feeling, for different reasons, was ramping up.
Dr Scott noticed that there was only one chair -- a tiny desk chair -- in Claire's room, and he addressed Susan.
"Susan, is there another chair that could be brought in?" Susan started toward the door. "Yes, there's one in the office." Dr Scott's tone, a little more brusk than before, stopped Susan in her tracks.
"Steve -- go get the other chair. Now."
Steve, with a dejected look on his face, slumped out of the room and down the hall. For Susan, and truth be told, Claire as well, Dr Scott's order was strangely arousing.
Steve came back into the room with the padded office chair. After he had set it down, Dr Scott took it and positioned it about 4 feet from the foot of the bed. The doctor approached Susan, and putting his hand somewhere between her waist and her hip, directed her to the chair.
