Tender Care
Sally adjusted the white coat before she entered the room. It had been crisply ironed and pressed pleasantly against her skin. The stethoscope rubbed against her bare belly, cool but smooth.
Her heels, black and wickedly high, made sharp taps as she walked through the door. Wufei looked up from his book, choked and lost the page he was reading as he quickly came to his feet.
"What! Sally - you're not wearing - " He stuttered out before trailing off as he became fascinated with how Sally breathed in deeply.
"You're very sick, Mr Chang," she said, staring at him over her glasses. Wufei gulped. "It would be remiss of me if I didn't take care of you." Sally paused, placing a hand on her hip. The black lace of her panties was soft, the cut of the panties did wonders for her thighs. Wufei watched as she slowly brought her hand up, toying with belly button, tracing the dark sheer cup of her bra.
"Yes, very sick," Wufei said. He nodded, mouth open as Sally came closer, slow with her tongue tracing the outline of her red lips.
"Lay down, I must begin the physical," she commanded. Wufei still stared at her, eyes never leaving her body. Sally smiled at that and decided that Wufei had been a very disobedient patient. He needed to be punished.
Later, Wufei decided there were benefits to being naughty.