Going home

As she pulled away from the parking lot with her patient, Elizab….ah no, it’s Cum Lips, thought to herself, what the hell was going on with her today. Cum lived in an upscale apartment complex downtown, so the drive would be pretty far.

Driving through the city, she dwelled on her situation. Things were not right, but nothing came to her as being abnormal. Cum was annoyed at herself for not figuring out what was going on.

After 30 minutes, they arrived at her apartment. She wasn’t sure what her husband will say about Mr. Hamilton staying at their place, but she figured he’d be okay. He usually did as she wanted.

Arriving at her place, she grabbed her patients hand and guided him to the reception area. She scanned her card, said hello the reception person (tonight it was Rebecca Richardson).

“Hi Elizabeth, hope everything is okay, your home early today?” Rebecca asked in a friendly manner. The two had been cordial since she moved here a few years before.

“I’m….ummmm, going by Cum Lips at the moment. Please call me that,” she stammered. Rebecca recoiled, “What are you talking about?” Rebecca exclaimed.

“There’s nothing wrong with calling her Cum Lips, or Doctor Cum Lips,” William spoke for the first time. “What the fuck are you talking about, of course there’s nothing wrong with calling my friend Cum Lips,” Rebecca said still exasperated.

“I’ll call the elevator Mrs. Lips,” Rebecca said, staring at William. They went up to the penthouse level.

William walked into her luxury apartment and smiled.

“You’d rather be naked right now right?” he told the pretty doctor.

“Of course,” she grumbled and slowly removed her clothes. Carefully place each article on the dresser.

“I should call my husband, let him know what’s going on,” she said, not being very confused about the situation.