Bad Doctor

by Charlize Bennett

He traced over her swollen knot—it was hard, enlarged and felt like a perfect velvet pearl. She wanted him again. Channing leaned over, suspending his weight over her tiny frame. Her spine lengthened and she moaned, as her ass arched upward into his groin.

  Channing whispered, teasingly into her ear. “I promise you that your practice will not be compromised if you want to go another round with Channing.” His laughter enveloped her, she felt like a fool for desiring him again.

  Allison snapped up nearly hitting her head on his chin. “Get the fuck off me Wesley and take Channing with you,” She fumed, her arms flailed in all directions.

  He swiftly grabbed her and spun her around to face him. There bodies were locked together. She could felt the bulge hardening in his groin.

  “Meet Channing,” he said, his face splayed an egotist smug grin.

  “Channing?” She questioned. “Oh I see, Channing, is the name you gave your penis. How cute and juvenile,” she snarled. “Now get out of my way.” She dipped below his arm, scooting around the desk.

  “No, I told you I am Channing. That’s my real name,” he firmly replied, tapping his temples with his index finger.

  “Whatever,” she flustered.

  Channing pointed with his index and middle finger forming a V-line towards his two eyes. “Remember in here, it’s me, Channing, the man with the blue eyes that took you to heaven and back. How could you forget me so quickly, Allison?” He smiled teasing her.

  Allison ignored his questions, from the opposite side of the desk and out of his reach. She continued to rummage through a stack of folders. Then pulled out a photo between some files. Her expression turned pallid, as she eyed the picture.

  “I told you his eyes were green,” Channing said proudly, hitting the desk with a flat handedly as if he was giving it a high five.

  Her eyes shifted to him then glanced back to the photo of Wesley she was holding. “This doesn’t prove anything. It’s possible you were wearing contacts in the photo,” she contested.

  “I am sure he wasn’t,” Channing smiled broadly, showing off his perfectly aligned pearly whites.

  “What is it that you want from me? What kind of game are you playing? I mean my God, haven’t I given you enough already today?” She slammed the photo down on her desk.

  “No, I want you to listen to me. After all, isn’t that what you do best? Aside, of course from sucking them dry?” He grinned devilishly, and simultaneously raised his brows.

  “What? I don’t suc—” she said, swallowing her word hard.

  “You don’t suck them dry—you did me today,” he taunted her, which inadvertently caused Allison to smile for a split second. “Seriously, isn’t that what you do best? You have been seeing Wesley for two years and you haven’t helped him at all...And, now you are thinking he is crazier than ever.”

  “I need you to leave...I don’t like the turn of events here or this game you are playing with me,” she retorted, angrily, pushing at his chest.

  “Why don’t you just shut up and listen. Show some compassion for your patients. I mean, isn’t that what you should do best? Inside of fucking with their heads, pun intend.” He smirked. It was obvious he was thoroughly enjoying confronting her. “If I were Wesley, maybe your little seduction and tears would have work on me but, I am not. Wes would have been long gone after the sex with his—average sized cock wagging between his legs. Me, on the other hand, Missy, I’m sticking around like you should have done for Wesley. Hell, I have helped Wesley’s marriage more that you have managed to do after two long years.”

  “If you are Channing…how dare you judge me,” she hissed.

  “Raise your standards. You have known for a long time Wesley desired you and you liked it. Shame on you, teasing him every chance you could. You love the fact that he hasn’t had the ability to have sex with his wife since he’s been coming here. He feels guilty for wanting you, instead of her. And, you love knowing that he secretly wanted what I just had. It’s empowering to you. Not to mention, keeps you in business.”

  “You need to leave, or I am calling security!” Allison demanded boldly.

  “What are you going to tell the security guards, that I took advantage of you? They know Wesley—everyone knows he is beyond a good guy. Funny, they will find your DNA is all over my cock and no sign of a struggle. Call them,” He said challenging her and then reached for the phone, “Here, I will call for you,” he laughed theatrically.

  “Oh my God, you are a sick man!”

  “Isn’t that the reason why I am here?” He teased, waving the phone high into the air.

  Allison jumped up and swatted the air, reaching for the phone then retreated when she noted his expression was amused by her panic.

  “You are sicker than sick,” she shrilled.

  “No, not sick Allison—just sick of hurting people. As for you, I would bet if I went through your files and all your patients are married men—men with serious insecurity issues and you are the one building their egos—you haven’t helped anyone of them with their marriages. Have you?”

  Allison shrugged, refusing to answer his question. “I am sick of your interrogation.” She curled up into the corner of the sofa. “I am done.”

  “They all have fallen in love with you. That gives you power huh? They all want you beautiful, Allison”—he rolled his pelvis forward, pointedly—“and I can bet you been with more than just me sexually—now get your ass over here and sit down, now!”

  He grabbed her by the arm of the sofa. Her legs stumbled as he guided her across the room, pointing to the slim leather armless chair. “Sit.”

  Allison’s legs trembled as she lowered herself into the chair. “I am not sure why you are doing this to me Wesley?” She yanked her arm from his.

  Channing hovered over her. “Shut up woman. And, my name is not Wesley. It’s Channing. Do not refer to me as him anymore. Do you understand?” His face reddened, as his nostrils flared.

  “Yes I do...but you are scaring me.” Allison melted into the chair.

  “I seriously doubt that—and if so I am sorry—but again I doubt it. I just want you to listen and understand. I also want to help you Allison because you need my help, more than you know. I want to help you the same way I have helped Wesley’s wife,” he said, holding one eye shut for longer than a fraction of a wink. The corners of his eye wrinkled upward into sexy lines.

  “What do you mean you helped her? What did you do for her?” Allison’s asked. Her voice vibrated and a single tear streamed down her face...this time she was not acting.

  “I have already spiced things up for Wesley and his wife. No thanks to you. You said you met Elena, right?” He clasped her chin. Allison lips pulled into a tight straight line. She refused to answer. “Speak up.”

  “Yes. But—”

  “Where and When?”

  “She came here once,” Allison snarled, glaring into his face.

  “How could you play with her marriage the way you have?” he asked, releasing her chin with a slight push to the side.

  I—I, it wasn’t my intentions to sleep with you today...you just seemed different than before. It’s like your scent drove me wild,” she confessed.

  “Again I doubt that too—but yes, I told you I’m not Wesley and I also had the same affect on Elena. She is actually quite sexy in a housewife way. Mmm, I can almost taste her on my lips right now,” he smiled egotistically, licking the upper edge of his top lip. He noticed the look of displeasure on Allison’s pout.

  “If you are trying to humiliate me—you are doing a wonderful job.”

  “Don't you worry your pretty little head, you taste like no other. Damn, so sweet and unique. However, I have found great enjoyment in all the women I have fucked, if I may be so blunt. Some more—others less—” He waffled his hand.

  “I really don’t care about Elena...I mean, she’s not my patient and I certainly don’t care about the women you have fucked.”

  “Yes, I know you don’t—it’s ob
vious. You don’t care about anyone but yourself and the success of your shady little business. That’s why you’ve only met her once! You could not reach out to her or look her in the eyes after what you were planning. Could you?” Channing badgered her.

  Allison glared at him with hate running through her veins.

  “Answer me, Allison,” he barked, his face flared red.

  “Screw you, I am not the monster you are painting me to be,” she scowled, flashing him an evil look filled with contempt.

  “Oh no, of course not...But, you haven’t been a very good therapist. Maybe I need to do to you what I did to Elena...that might put you out of your misery,” his voice lowered to merely a whisper.

  “What did you do to her? Did you hurt her? Are you going to hurt me Wes—Channing?” She asked, tears swirling in the toughs of her eyes.

  “See, it always comes back around to you. Are you going to hurt me?” Channing mocked her. “No. I am not going to hurt you—not like you think. And no, I didn’t hurt her either, if you even give a shit. Do you really want to know what I did to her?”

  Allison managed to utter, “Uh-huh?”

  “Fine you ask for it. Yesterday when I was sure of Wesley’s routine, I came home early to surprise Elena. Their lovemaking had become somewhat stagnant, as you're aware. And, no, thanks to him being secretly in love with you for years. I am sure he’s shared with you the details of their pathetic love life.”

  “Yes, he’s told me. But I swear I didn’t know he was secretly in love with me,” she whined.

  “I have a hard time believing that.”

  “No, it’s true. We were friends—I was trying to help...” Allison caught her words.

  “Your help sucks—in more ways than one.”

  “What? You seemed to be moaning awful loud an hour ago. I would love to slap you right now, you son-of-bitch!” She seethed, wiping her eyelids. Channeling had her emotions swinging like pendulum.

  “I wouldn’t advise getting violent, that is, unless you want me to turn you over my knee.” He chuckled condescendingly.

  She stammered loudly, “I am not a child. You cannot talk to me this way.”

  “Then stop with your tantrum. I need to finish what I started here.”

  “Channing, please you said five minutes...I gave you that, your time is up and if you don’t leave I will.” She threatened.

  “You will calm down and not say another word or I will tie your ass to that chair.” He narrowed his gorgeous blue eyes. It was almost as if he could see right through her into the depths of her soul. His eyes paralyzed her.

  Allison exhaled a long breath of air, surrendering to his ultimatum. Immediately her demeanor became docile as she coiled her body inward, the blaze in her eyes settled into her amber flecks. She body felt languid, drained and spent. Channeling had but her the ringer. Thank God, she didn’t have to deal with the likes of him for two years.

  Channing put both of his palms on her shoulders and began massaging her tenderly. Allison rolled her neck forward and around, releasing the stored up tension in her muscles. He turned her on and turned her off. How much more could she take?

  “That feels terribly good,” she moaned.

  “Sounds like an oxymoron to me. God, Allison you are so tight, you should relax more often.” Channing suggested in a deep baritone voice, sending butterflies into the hollow space below her sternum. It was apparent she was enjoying the calming affect his strong fingers delivered.

  “Anyway, when I walked into the front door unannounced, Elena was in shock because, as we know, Wesley doesn't usually come home until after six and nine o’clock on the three days a week he sees you.”

  “I had a dozen of pink roses in my arms. Elena was ecstatic, not only to see Wesley home so earlier, but she almost fell over when she eyed the roses. Pink roses are Elena’s favorite. Although, at this point in their relationship, receiving any kind of flowers from Wesley would be a big deal to her. Before she could even state her excitement, I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. Unfortunately, the roses fell to the ground and scattered. At first she resisted, it was her knee jerk reaction to swoop down and gather up the long stems. Instead, her body went languid in my arms and she melted on the spot. I felt the heat in her eyes come alive like a teenager’s first love. She responded by grinding her hips into my hard cock. Her long over due desire to be touched by Wesley, again, was out of control. I am sure she noticed something below the waist was extremely different too.”

  “Wait.” Allison interrupted looking over her shoulder toward Channing. “Wouldn’t have Elena noticed your eyes had turned that amazing baby blue color?” She asked. Her lips curled at the corners, inquisitively.

  “Of course, look at me closely,” Channing, replied.

  Allison narrowed her stare, when doing so Channing’s eyes had faded back to Wesley’s former color of hazel green right before her eyes.

  “Oh my God, who—what are you?” She astonished. Her body began to tremble.

  “I told you my name is Channing.” He shrugged, nonchalantly.

  “Yeah, so you did...but I need more than that, Channing. I am not sure where this is all going and what kind of freak you are”—she leaped forward to stand, again she could not move. It was as if her legs have been weight and her ass was glued to the chair. There was no explanation for this. She was afraid to ask too many questions at this point. At least she was still alive and breathing.

  “You need to let me finish and then I will let you go—understand?” he clasped her shoulders firmly.

  “Yes, okay...you are hurting me.” Allison cried. “Please just don’t kill me.”

  The realization of her words coursed through her mind...what had she done? Their adventure earlier began with such promise. Her mind raced. She recalled that one of her former colleagues had treated someone who had murdered his mother and stuffed her in the closet. It was weeks before they discovered his mother’s body. When the patient confessed to Allison’s colleague what he had done, he held her hostage for eight hours before the police rescued her from suffering a terrible fate. Allison prayed inwardly to God to be forgiven of all her sins and begged him to spare her life this one last time.

  “That’s never been my intention but you need to let me finish...please, this is your chance to help, not only yourself—but others, for once in your life,” he acquitted. Then began to massage her tenderly again.

  Allison eyes flashed to the window, she could see the sun was setting. Her eyes darted to the clock behind the sofa...the same clock that alerts her a patient’s time has run out. She never gave them a minute longer of her time than what they paid for.

  The clock read 5:50pm. It was a common practice for security to come by around 6:15pm to check on her if her desk lamp was still on. However, today she instructed them to not interrupt her for she would be working late. She had no choice but to hear Wesley out.

  “Okay, please continue.” Allison begged.

  “Good idea.” Channing continued. “So I turned....”

  His voice became inaudible to Allison conscious mind as morbid images of him doing her in rushed into her thoughts. It was sensory overload. What if he fucks me to death? God, his dick was almost as long as a velvet sword. She thought. An image of the headlines manifested in her mind. It was black and white and bold. “Woman, Fucked To Death By A Big Dick.”

  “Allison, are you even listening?” Channing shook her by the shoulders, trying to grasp her attention.

  “Yes, of course. So you turned her—” Allison refocused on Channing’s story.

  “Exactly, I turned Elena around and bent her over the kitchen counter where she was preparing dinner. Swiftly, I hiked up the back of her pleated mini-skirt and slid her white cotton panties to the floor. She moaned in pleasure and there was not a hint of protest on her lips. My mouth was level with her solid cheeks so I traced my tongue right down the center of her ass.

  “She squealed, “Oh Wesley, who are you
?” as I spread her legs further apart. I dropped to the point where her muscled calf met the back of her knee and started running my tongue up her thigh. She quivered in anticipation as my wet tongue meandered closer and closer to her pulsating sex. Before I tasted her swollen folds, I blew light breathes on her and proceeded to devour her soft flesh.”

  “She leaned down into me as my snake like tongue flicked against her awaiting desire. I traced my long fingers up her thighs, parting her from behind. My tongue lubricated the outside of her steamy sex. She clawed at my hand guiding me to enter her with my fingers. I slowly eased inside of her tight gateway. With my free hand, I caressed tenderly along her slender hips,] then down around her shaven mound and between the apexes of her tone legs, probing her flesh to locate her tiny pearl. She cooed when I found her swelling button. The scent of her sex filled my nostrils. This drove me wild. Her pea-sized button swelled to the size of a tiny juicy grape beneath the tip of my tongue.”