Doctor's Orders (R,L,F)

Dick stepped through the doorway and was no longer in the auditorium. As he looked around he saw the red and gold carpets and mahogany doors of the estate back home. Genet had copied the same hallway for the waiting area in the last challenge for anyone that’d been captured. He felt… a lot hornier than he had earlier that morning. This must not be my first time. I wonder if I just finished with someone more intense, like Felicia.

Luna was waiting for him with a chunk of ice in her hand. “Hey? How are you feeling?”

He paused before answering. “I think you have a guess. Does it have anything to do with why you’re holding that?” He asked back.

“It’s helping me manage Touch Base. If I lose focus we might end up skipping Felicia’s round, and I don’t think even Genet’s magic could protect me if I sabotaged her in the challenge and cockblocked her at the same time. So… the ice. Now come on, she’s probably getting impatient.” Luna began leading him down the hallway.

The fine carpet under their feet gave way to gleaming laminate. The lights shifted from the warmth of the manor to something just bright enough to be annoying, and Hel’s decor was gradually replaced by medical supplies. Somewhere along the way they’d entered his doctor’s office, and they stopped just outside one of the exam rooms.

His best friend leaned against the wall, clenching the ice as she tried to concentrate. “You know how she has a tendency to get you angry enough that you break through your usual second guessing and you just fight?”

“Yeah…” Dick admitted guiltily.

“Lean into it. Be as aggressive as feels right.”

She turned to leave, but he stopped her. “What do you mean? Is she expecting us to argue as part of this? Why not bring us to Stella’s then? That’s where we usually start arguing.”

“Look,” Luna sighed. “Genet told me I can’t give spoilers on anyone else in the competition. But just know: if you find yourself thinking she can’t possibly want this, then she probably does.”

“I… hopefully that makes sense. Thanks for doing what you can.”

Luna nodded, then took a corner into a staff area and disappeared. Dick went into the exam room after she was gone, and it was exactly as he remembered. The computer she uses sat on top of the cabinet in one corner, a rolling chair next to it and the cabinet for her equipment. The paper covered exam room table was on the far wall as it always was for their appointments. He sat down on the exam room table and waited.

About a minute later, there was a rapping knock on the door before Felicia entered. Except… she wasn’t in the scrubs she always wore while working. As she came into the room looking rather bored, she looked more like a stripper’s impression of a nurse. The tight latex hugged her petite frame, save for the large cutout to display a deep well of cleavage.

She idly picked up a file that he assumed was his and skimmed through it in front of him with matching black latex gloves. “Richard Turner?”

“Yes?”

“It says here that you’re here for a standard physical exam?” She asked.

“I- I suppose.” He said, trying to roll with whatever she was planning.

“I don’t usually do a full physical exam on the first visit. But if there’s nothing specific you need, then I can work with you as long as you’re aware that insurance may not pay for this like a normal physical.”

“That’s fine.” So they don’t know each other yet. “What are you wearing?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

She crossed her arms, pushing up her bust as she scowled at him. “I’m sorry, is there something wrong with it?”

Is she trying to bait me into an argument, or is fetishwear supposed to be normal in whatever scenario she’s planned? With Felicia, he couldn’t tell. “No. I just hadn’t seen something like that before.”

“Hm.” She just responded, giving him no answer as to which way she’d meant to steer him. “Before we begin, have you noticed any new moles or pain you wanted to discuss?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Good. I’ll start by checking your lymph nodes.” Felicia approached him in her latex outfit and reached up to his neck, moving her gloved fingers in small circular motions. She started where his throat met his jaw and slowly worked up and around his neck to the back of his scalp. Each time she moved, she asked him to take a deep breath and swallow so she could feel the movements of his throat. As she moved further he felt the shiny material brushing against his side, hugging her like a second skin.

“I’d like to check your armpits next. Please raise your arms.” He did as he was told, and she repeated the small motions there before moving on.

“All right. Now I’m going to listen to your heart. It’s up to you whether you take your shirt off, lift it up, or just untuck it enough for me to use my stethoscope. She stepped away, both to grab her equipment and allow him time to decide.

He slipped his shirt off and set it on the table next to himself. The blonde quickly ogled him, inspecting every inch of him and the muscles she’d grown increasingly fond of. Felicia’s eyes lingered on his pecs before going back to work, setting the stethoscope on his chest to listen. She closed her eyes, frowning slightly. ”Your heart rate is unusually fast. Are you nervous? Did you sleep poorly last night? Is there anything else going on that might be causing this?”

Richard looked down at his girlfriend, in the latex parody of her career. She calmly made eye contact with him as if any of this was normal. She took off the stethoscope as she waited for his response, holding it tight and low in a way that pushed her boobs together and creeping out of her top.

“Probably just stress from work earlier.” He answered, trying to dodge discussing her outfit again.

“I see. And what do you do?”

“I’ve recently started in the House. The congressman from Rhode Island, I’ve been looking for a doctor in the area.”

“I see.” She frowned. “You’re the congressman from Rhode Island?” She said it like he’d just confessed to embezzlement.

“Yes?”

“Why did you vote for the bill to ban witchcraft when it was in committee today?” She asked.

Oh. That’s a curveball. He tried to think through what that meant. So magic is public, and she wants me to be against it. What’s the most dismissive thing I could say? “Magic isn’t real, it’s just a dangerous fantasy.”

“It’s real enough for you to apparently feel the need to ban it.”

“But the bill doesn’t ban it, it just sets rules. If someone really wants to do what they think is magic they can always apply for a permit.” He bluffed, making up pieces of the legislation he apparently supported.

She rolled with it. “And we all know how fast the government moves if you need one of those permits.”

“Are you saying you’re a witch? I thought you were a doctor.”

She moved to cross her arms again, once more causing her breasts to crest through her boob window. “It’s a hobby.”

He adjusted himself on the table, trying to hide his physical reaction to her repeated threats at a wardrobe malfunction. “If you have time after the appointment, I’d be open to discussing your perspective more.”

“Maybe we should,” Felicia hesitantly agreed, appearing to relax. “Are you ready for us to move on to your lower body? I’ll need you to take off your pants.”

He was caught off guard by her second curveball for a moment. I guess this is where the sex scene part of her plans comes in. He nodded, hastily undoing his belt. His girlfriend and doctor watched him toss his pants to the side. The boxers followed a moment later, and Felicia had to struggle to suppress her surprise and anticipation as his cock popped out already at full mast.

“I see. It’s good that you have no erectile issues.” She pretended it was her first time seeing it. She kneeled down closer, as if to inspect it. “Everything looks healthy. Have you had any concerns?”

“No, Everything’s been fine.”

“Good, good.” The doctor edged closer.

He could feel her breath on his dick.

She stayed there. They made eye contact as she lingered in place. Her eyes felt like they were waiting for him, but he had no idea why.

As he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do, he remembered Luna’s words. Be as aggressive as feels right. Get angry enough to break through your second guessing. If you’re thinking she doesn’t want this, then she probably does. So what does that mean?

Dick looked down at her again, with her mouth open millimeters away from him. She was waiting for him to do something. He took an uncertain guess and put his hands into her hair, gently pulling her down onto his length.

Felicia began fellating him with an almost religious fervor. His hands and the slow pace he tried to set quickly became vague decorations more than anything else. She eagerly took every inch of him, taking advantage of having trained away her gag reflex in preparation for last round’s challenge.

The previous blowjob he’d been given was delicate, Stella carefully testing things. Felicia on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted and what she planned on doing. So she pushed herself, dedicating herself to the act as the tightness of her lips massaged every vein and crest of his cock.

Dick felt like he’d been edged for a long time now, and he was eager for relief. He felt his balls tightening, ready to release quickly, and his grip began slipping from her head.

Only for Felicia to pull away from him, jamming his hands back onto her scalp. She may have been setting her own pace, but she still wanted at least the illusion that he was directing things.

“Congressman,” she started in between breaths. “If I swallow, will you reverse your vote on the bill when it hits the floor next week?”

“Yes.” He instantly agreed. He didn’t care about the made up legislation. He wasn’t sure if he cared whether she swallowed or not. But he’d agree to anything right now.

“Then take me.” She said, and lightly squeezed his forearms before letting her hands drop back to her sides.

Dick pulled her back onto his shaft and this time she followed his pace. As he took the lead like she’d wanted, directing her up and down, she put more focus on her tongue, licking his tip as her lips continued to encourage the rest of him.

He thrust into her mouth one more time, and as her tongue greeted him Felicia heard the grunt she’d been waiting for. He pumped into her, and as she’d offered his doctor swallowed his seed as he came. He thought he heard her moaning as she drank from him.

Felicia Owens, +6 VP (Blowjob)

Felicia Owens +3 BP (Power Creep)

Felicia Owens +4 VP (Swallowed)(First!)

Felicia Owens +2 BP (Power Creep)

“God, I need more.” Dick heard her mutter.

But she did what she could to get back into character. “Everything is clearly working. This was my last appointment for the day, so once you’re dressed we can go out to dinner and discuss why you’re going to support witch’s rights.”

The room faded as he started reaching for his shirt.