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Book One is still available as a free download on Smashwords. Book Two is now out and is available for purchase on both Smashwords and Amazon:

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I sat in the packed waiting room, legs crossed. It was the middle of the day and it was wall-to-wall with ill humanity. The smell of BO and piss hung in the air. Across from me, a frazzled young mum was trying to physically restrain her son from kicking the reception desk.
“Pack it in!” she said in a forceful whisper, dragging him across the floor and depositing him firmly on the seat next to her.  He promptly jumped off again and began making car noises, driving himself around the heaving room, arousing a chorus of disapproving tuts from purple-permed ladies as he trampled over their mammoth handbags, which jutted out into the spaces between the rows of chairs.
The door opened in a whirl of wind and sideways rain and everyone looked up. A damp tramp came in and stood for a moment in the middle of the room, staring around him.
“Errr, you stink! Pooh!” declared the little boy, looking at the old man before holding his small nose with dirty fingers.
“Jasper! Don’t be rude!” The mum grabbed his hand and hauled him once more to her side. Jasper was right, though. The old man’s smell quickly filled the too-small room and I noticed several people putting hands to noses and coughing not so politely. 
I half expected the receptionists to usher the tramp out, but he apparently had an appointment as he was invited to take a seat, which he did with evident relief, settling himself down in the midst of a sea of “Please, no not me!” expressions.
I tried to breathe through my mouth and closed my eyes, wishing I’d never taken this job. I’d already been waiting twenty minutes. The bleeper bleeped and every pair of eyes flicked up to the display which showed the name of the next person to go in. It said “Janine McDonald – Room 5.” It took me a moment to remember that that was the fictitious name I had been told to book myself in under. I jumped up, trying not to seem too relieved and made my way down the corridor, as indicated by the hand-lettered signs on the peeling walls.
Room 5 was a standard doctor’s surgery – desk, curtained-off examination table, cupboards, drawers, and a doctor of course. He was an average-looking middle-aged man, greying hair neatly trimmed, with glasses over which he was peering at me.
“Ah yes,” he said, with a hint of a smile. “If you’d like to go behind the curtain and pop your clothes off, that’d be great. My colleague will be joining us shortly.”
I shrugged and went behind the green curtains, drawing them closed behind me. I stripped, sat on the examination table and waited. The door opened and I could hear the murmur of male greetings on the other side of the curtain. The door closed and there was silence but for the voices rapidly growing more distant outside the room as the men evidently walked away. Had they left me alone? I sat, naked and slightly puzzled, on the examination table, swinging my legs. 
I was staring around aimlessly at the bland walls when the door opened and closed again quietly and, shortly after, a movement caught my eye. Poking through the still-twitching curtains was a semi-erect cock. Here we go, I thought.  I knelt down on the scratchy carpet for only a second before grabbing the pillow off the examination table and putting it under my knees. No need to be uncomfortable. Thus suitably cushioned, I set to work. 
I took the anonymous cock into my hand, spitting on the end and running my fingers lightly up and down the warm shaft. I felt my pussy start to twitch. I touched my tongue lightly to the end of the cock, feeling it start to firm up. I tasted a drop of salt and heard a stifled groan from the other side of the curtain. I took the head of the cock into my mouth, running my tongue over the end, still slick with my spit. I held the shaft firmly in my hands, one hand reaching through the curtains for his balls. Encountering only a zip, I heard muffled shuffling as the unseen man hurriedly re-arranged his trousers to allow me access.
Cupping his freed balls in my hand, I began to gently play with them, while I ran my tongue up one side of his now-rigid member and down the other, adding a little moan for effect.  I moved my mouth back up to the head of the straining cock and gently slid my lips over the bulbous end, sucking firmly. I allowed him a little lick before pulling my mouth off again, with a smack of my lips from the suction. I felt him thrust anxiously through the curtains, clearly keen to get his cock back in my mouth and I allowed myself a little smile. I rubbed my hand hard up and down his cock for a second, before diving back in again, this time lowering my mouth just a little further down onto his cock than before, teasing the tip with my tongue and letting him thrust twice into my mouth before withdrawing once more, provoking a groan of frustration from behind the curtain.
I wondered if this one was only here for a blowjob, or if this was just a precursor to the real action. I decided to stop teasing and do the job – if he wanted to fuck me, he just had to say. I went back down, this time in earnest, taking his cock as deeply down my throat as I could, sucking hard and fast. I glanced up at the curtains but they were still clamped firmly together – it was a shame, I like seeing a guy’s face contorted with ecstasy as I suck his cock. The thrusting grew more urgent and I felt hands on my head through the curtain, holding me firmly in place as the man thrust his cock as deeply as he could in my mouth.
I sensed a change in the rhythm, a slight slowing and heard a gasped, “I’m coming,” from behind the curtain, and then he came, with a long groan and spurt after spurt of thick juice. He seemed to cum forever, filling my mouth. I struggled to hold it; some dribbled out of the corners of my mouth but still the hand held my head in place. I swallowed it all down and finally was permitted to release his limp cock when it seemed clear that he had finished. I heard him zip up his fly and I was tearing off some tissue paper to wipe my face when I heard the surgery door opening.
“Hey!” came a voice. “What are you doing in here?”
“I just came in to see if you had any spare sample pots,” came a smooth male reply.
“In that drawer there,” I heard the first man say tersely. My mind raced. Who the fuck had I just sucked off? At least I had got paid for the hour, no matter what, but I didn’t know what the deal was here. I heard a drawer open and close and the noise of plastic knocking together.
“Thanks,” said the smooth voice and I heard the door closing. I jumped onto the examination table and tucked the bunch of used tissue paper down the side of the table, just as the curtain was twitched aside. The doctor I had seen before and another, younger man stood there. He launched swiftly into the scenario, glancing at his watch.
“So, Miss McDonald, you’re here for a check-up, yes?”
“Er, yes,” I said, wondering whether to mention what had just happened.
“Well, we’ll begin with a full physical examination. Lie down please.”
I did as I was told, still distracted. The doctor wasted no time, running his fingers briefly up my legs before pushing them roughly into my pussy.
“I’ll just examine your breasts,” said the second man hastily, another doctor I presumed, before proceeding to grab me and knead my flesh perfunctorily. 
“Hmm, yes,” murmured the first doctor, still rummaging around inside my cunt. “I’ll need you the other way round, if you wouldn’t mind. Could you just jump off the bed and bend over.” He withdrew his fingers and I did as instructed. I heard the snap of vinyl gloves being pulled on behind me. I felt hands on my bottom, parting my cheeks, and then a lubricated finger slid into my ass.
“I just need to pop another one in here, if that’s OK?” he said briskly. I relaxed my muscles as a second finger slid in to join the first. Then I felt a thumb in my pussy, gently massaging the flesh between his fingers and thumb. I gasped with the sensations suddenly jolting through me. I looked at the second doctor, the one who had been “examining” my breasts and saw him watching avidly. I dropped my eyes to his crotch and saw the significant bulge there. I raised my eyes slowly back to his and looked at him lewdly, licking my lips ostentatiously. I moaned deliberately and pushed back onto the doctor’s fingers. He harrumphed and pushed harder, reaching round me with the other hand to caress my breasts, squashed against the table. I lifted my torso to allow him access, resting on my elbows, and he grabbed at them as they swung.
“Oh, doctor!” I exclaimed, deciding to move things along a little. “I know this is only an examination, but - the things you’re doing - they’re making me feel so very horny!” I stuck my ass in the air and looked back at him.
“Well, Miss McDonald, that’s highly inappropriate,” he growled, still fingering me firmly and pushing his trouser-clad erection into the back of my thigh.
“I know, Doctor,” I sighed. “I’m sorry – but I just can’t help it!”
“Hmm, well,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. “I just need to get something else to put in here.” I heard him unzip his trousers and felt his cock push against my pussy. It slid in and I let out a sigh, pushing myself back against him. He clamped his elbows against my sides and thrust rapidly, reminding me of nothing more than a ratty little dog my aunty once had who used to dry-hump my leg every time I went to visit.
“Well, this seems to be working perfectly,” he said breathlessly as he slammed into me. I cast doe-eyes at the second doctor who was still watching.
“I might be asking for a second opinion shortly,” I said directly to him with a wink. 
The first doctor had given up all pretence of examination and was muttering obscenities at me as he fucked me. “Dirty, dirty little girl,” I heard him say as he leaned forward, muttering in my ear. 
“Oh, doctor,” I said, with a flutter of my eyelashes and an inward roll of my eyes. He convulsed behind me and held very still for a moment before pulling out and quickly zipping himself up. He passed me some of the ubiquitous blue paper towel roll that all doctors have hanging on the walls. His cum dripped down my legs as I turned round and took the handful from him.
“Well, that all seems to be fine,” he said briskly, not meeting my eye. “If you’d just like to clean yourself up I think my colleague would like to examine you also before you go.”
The second doctor politely looked away as I wiped the paper towel over my pussy and caught the droplets racing each other to my knees. When I was ready I looked up again and caught his eye.
“Would you like to examine me, doctor,” I said, levering myself back up onto the examination table with my hands. He came over to me and leaned in very closely, looking down at my naked body.
“I would like to rape you,” he murmured in my ear. “Will you fight me?”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” he said, all business. “Get dressed, knock on the door of the next office in two minutes. Be a patient. The safe word is ‘Buttercup’.” He turned and left.
I put my clothes on quickly. The first doctor barely glanced at me as I came out from behind the curtained area and left his office. I knocked on the next door, suddenly unaccountably nervous.
“Come in,” I heard from inside. I entered. “Ah, Miss McDonald,” doctor two said. “Please, sit down.”
I sat on the chair opposite him. The name on the brass plate on his desk said Dr John Philips. There was a framed photograph on the desk with a picture of him with his arm round a pretty brunette holding a baby. I looked away. I knew that many of the men I saw were probably married, but I didn’t like to see such blatant evidence of it. John put down his pen and sat back in his chair.
“How can I help you today, Miss McDonald?”
“Well, I was out running and landed badly on my ankle. I thought I’d just twisted it, but it’s been a few days now and it isn’t getting any better,” I improvised.
 “OK, well if you could just sit on the examination table, we’ll have a look.”
Faking a limp, I levered myself up onto the table with my hands and took off my shoe. I was wearing a short skirt and had bare legs. John carefully felt all over my foot.
“Does this hurt?” he said, poking at the side of my ankle.
“A little,” I said, pretending to wince.
“How about this?” He rotated the ankle.
“Ow, yes, that hurts.” I drew my foot away from him, frowning. He gently pulled my foot back.
“Maybe it just needs rubbing better,” he suggested, starting to caress my ankle with his thumb.
“What are you doing,” I asked archly, pulling my foot out of his grasp again.
“Nothing you don’t want,” he said, a glitter in his eyes as he reached out again for my leg and started to trace his fingers up towards my knee. I pressed my knees together firmly and tried ineffectually to pull down my tiny skirt.
“Doctor Philips, I don’t know what you mean!”
“Yes you do. There’s nothing wrong with your ankle is there? You came here to see me.  I’m not stupid. You’re always coming here with fake injuries and illnesses and giving me those big eyes. You want me, don’t you?” He said all this in a low, mesmerising voice, all the time running his hands tenderly over my calves. He was actually very good-looking and quite a charmer; I could well imagine all his female patients swooning and drooling over him.
“No, Doctor, you’ve got it wrong,” I said primly. “And I’m sorry, but if you continue with this inappropriate behaviour I will have to report you.” I caught my breath as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin behind my knees.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said. He leaned forward against me, pressing his crotch against my legs. I could feel his cock hard and hot in his trousers. He trailed one finger up over the join where my knees were clamped together and then continued tantalisingly slowly up my thighs.
“No!” I tried to jump down from the table but he stopped me with his body, pinning my hands down onto the table.  My hands immobilised, I twisted my body round with all the strength I could muster, flinging myself against him to try to move him away from me. He found himself struggling to hold me still and, once he freed my hands I lashed out at him, landing a slap hard across his face. He hauled off and slapped me back, sending me hurtling across the room. I stayed where I fell for a second, my head reeling from the blow. Taking advantage, he launched himself at me, shoving his hand up my skirt to yank at my thong. “No, No!” I kicked out and caught him on the shin with my toe. He covered my mouth quickly.
“Quietly now! Can’t let everyone know!” His eyes caught mine and I knew he meant this seriously. If anyone out there heard me screaming they’d think I was really being attacked.
“You won’t get away with this, you bastard,” I hissed at him once he moved his hand from my mouth.
“Of course I will,” he said, a smug smile spreading over his face. “I always have before.” Quickly he grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and cut through the sides of my thong, evidently so he didn’t have to slide them over my flailing stilettos. A clever trick, especially as he then held the points of the scissors to my throat, just at the soft spot where the jugular is. I actually felt them prick my skin and I became very still. This might all be role-playing but those scissors still looked bloody sharp. “That’s better,” he said. “Good girl!”
He knelt in front of me and picked up the pink lace rag that used to be my thong. He held it to his face and sniffed deeply before placing it on his desk. Still holding the scissors to my throat, he pulled my thighs apart and stared at my pussy for a long moment before licking three fingers and pushing them inside me so hard that I actually slid along the carpet.
“You are so fucking wet for me, you little slut. You love this don’t you,” he said in a low tone. 
“No,” I whispered, arching my neck away from the lethally pointed blades.
He pulled his fingers out and slapped me hard across the face before shoving the fingers in my mouth. I could taste myself on his fingers.  
“Say you love it, bitch!” He pulled hard at my lower jaw, his fingers round my teeth and his thumb on my chin, as if to punish me for my defiance, before pulling his fingers out and allowing me to speak.
I glared at him and said nothing. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my head up hard, pushing the scissor blades closer to my neck. His teeth were bared and his face was contorted with excitement and fury.  My pussy throbbed. I could barely stop myself from thrusting my crotch up to him. He was right – I was loving it. The more he dragged me about – the more I wanted him. I wanted to reach and hold his cock, to feel that warm smoothness in my hand – but that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted me to fight him, not to want him.
“I’ll never say it – you’ll have to kill me.” I spat in his face.
“You bitch – I’m going to rape you till you bleed!” He was struggling to unzip his fly with one hand. The hand holding the scissors wavered and his attention dropped from me for a second. I grabbed my chance and knocked the scissors out of his hand. They went flying across the room and I sent him sprawling backwards with a kick to his stomach. I scrambled across the carpet on my hands and knees but he sprang on me, pushing my head down onto the floor and yanking my legs apart. With a groan he plunged his cock deep inside my dripping pussy. I pushed back to meet him and stifled my own moans, screaming in a whisper, “No, no, please!”
He twisted his fingers painfully in my hair and thrust into me so hard I had to grab onto the leg of the examination table to stay in one place. He hissed obscenities in my ear with every thrust, calling me nasty, filthy, bitch, slut, whore.
“I’d like to string you up in my bedroom and whip you till you bleed all over my carpet, then make you kneel down and shove my cock so far down your throat you choke, you fucking ugly skank,” he gasped out. His body spasmed with the last three words, and I felt his cock pulse as he filled my pussy with his cum. With a groan he let me go and slid his cock out of my cunt, sitting back on his heels and catching his breath. He watched as I rolled over and looked at him, rubbing the back of my head.
“Are you OK? Did I hurt you?” he said breathlessly, reaching out a hand towards me.
“A bit, but it’s OK,” I said, backing off and standing up.
“You can clean up through there,” he said, indicating a toilet off the office. I closed the door and leaned against the cool wall of the cubicle, letting out my breath. Wifey must be more of the vanilla type if he needed to vent those kinds of desires on me. I looked at my neck in the mirror where he had held the scissors. He had actually broken the skin; a thin trickle of blood ran down to my collar-bone and my cheek was red where he had slapped me. If I’d known I was going to get beaten up I would have charged extra. I cleaned myself up and went back into the main office.
He stopped me as I headed for the door and held out a twenty-pound note.
“For the thong,” he said.
“Thanks.” It was only £3 from La Senza, but I wasn't going to quibble.
“I would be very interested in seeing you again,” he said, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ve never acted out these fantasies with anyone. My wife doesn’t know and I don’t think she’d understand.”
“That’s fine, but it does depend on the level of violence you want to use,” I said, deciding to be blunt. “I may have to charge a little extra.”
“No problem. I’ve got your number. I’ll be in touch.”
I headed towards the door and then turned back, remembering. “Oh. Just one more thing.”
“What?”
“Who was the guy who came into the other doctor’s office before you both came back?”
“Him? He works in the office.” John pulled a ‘so what’ face and shrugged.
“Was he supposed to be part of this deal?”
“No way. We asked him but he wouldn’t stump up the money.”
“But he knew I was coming, right?”
John nodded. “He was all for it until we asked him for his share.” 
“Well, you might want to have a conversation, because he came in while you were out of the room and got himself a freebie!” John’s face looked puzzled, then darkened with realisation.
I went out through the waiting room to the exit and looked into the office as I went past. A young guy with a faceful of spots glanced nervously at me from behind the desk. I went over and leaned in close.
“Just so you know – you are going to be in so much trouble,” I said with a grin and slipped him a card. “But if you want to get together with a few friends, here’s where to find me. That is, if you still have a job after today.” John came out from the corridor, his face irate. The office-dude swallowed visibly. “I hope it was worth it. Seeya!” I said.