Office lights too bright for this kind of lesson. Skull staring from the counter like it’s seen it all before. She wears gloves but they’re already slipping off one finger at a time—patient squirming under her touch, thighs clenched but not enough to stop what comes next. Her mouth finds his ear first, voice low and practiced like she’s done this before with other ‘patients.’ Gloves discarded somewhere behind them while hands explore where no medical tool should go. Legs spread over the armrests of that damn chair, pussy slick against latex (or maybe not). When he tries to pull away? She laughs—a sound too knowing—and pins him down by the hips.
