He convinces her to make an appointment.

Miller had thought up a plan to get this whole thing onto another level as he went along with the “medical questions” and now seemed to be the right moment to start with phase two. Taking in Max blissful face and her perky tits for a few seconds longer he put on a worried look and cleared his throat. “Uhm… Max?”

She opened her eyes, a dreamy look still on her face. When she saw his expression this suddenly changed. “What?”

“Well…” the old doc started, acting as if he was insecure how to choose his words, “I couldn’t help but notice that your nipples are erect since I set foot in here and your vagina seems to soak through your panties…”

Max groaned and rolled her eyes. Now he would offer to take care of her needs. Men! So typical!

“I don’t suspect that this is your usual condition? Right. And I’ll tell you what I think,” he said in a calm voice, hoping to gain her trust, “You don’t have to tell me if I’m right or not, but I suspect that you were out partying last night and were still hungover in the morning so there was no way you could go to work…”

Max opened her mouth to deny this, but before she could say anything he interrupted her.

“Max you don’t have to deny or admit this, but I want you to rethink your answer to my question about your **** habits… I’m not calling you a junkie, but you’re showing symptoms of the aftereffects of a **** that’s called PW, permanent sexual arousal is one of them. This **** is popular on the street right now; scumbags use them to get unwilling girls willing, telling them it would be some harmless party ****. The problem is that the **** is actually very toxic! One single shot of PW can have the same effect as twenty years of hard smoking. It does heavy damage to the girls’ lungs.” He had spent some thought on making his move to get into her panties now, but had decided it was safer to gain her trust at first. The fear of being exposed to a toxic chemical should mess with her head enough to make her stumble into his trap.

He stopped for a moment and Max gave him a testing glare. If this guy was only trying to get into her pants, then why was he talking about her being sick? Maybe he wasn’t all pervy, but actually worried?! What if these **** were burning through her lungs right now and even her Manticore-tuned DNS was powerless against this new ****? Was that a pain in her chest? She started to feel a slight panic rise in her stomach.

Miller saw her reaction and, hiding his glee, soothed her immediately. “Now from the look on your face I’m led to think that you might have been exposed to PW. Don’t worry, it’s actually treatable, even though I can’t do anything here and now. I’ll need some equipment and help with this…”

The look of relieve in her eyes was the last proof he needed.

“I’ll have to organize a few things. I want you to come into my office in three days, on Monday at twelve o’clock sharp. Until then I advise you to rest as much as possible! Stay in bed!”

“On Monday?” Max asked, “That’s a long time… my chest…”

“Don’t worry, Max. If you rest a lot the **** will be in your system for at least a couple of days before it does any damage. Just stay here. I’ll let Mr. Ronald know that you’re not able to work.”

He smiled at the scared girl as he gathered his stuff. The story about the **** was actually true, but the part about it being toxic was complete bullshit. Girls usually felt light-headed and horny for a couple of days, that was it. But PW had been quite popular in the last few weeks and when he had seen her hard nipples and moist panties and her slight hesitating when he asked about **** and had taken a shot. Apparently he had been lucky. He pulled a small card out of the breast pocket of his jacket and placed it on her dresser when he took the camera.

“This is my address, Max,” he said with a smile as he turned to leave, “I’ll find my way out alone. You rest! And remember, 12 o’clock, Monday!”

With that he left the apartment, leaving a devastated Max behind.

She couldn’t think straight. What if she was really sick? She didn’t want to live with burnt lungs! Terrified she lay down in bed and took the doc’s advice. But the feeling in her stomach area didn’t let her sleep for a long while.

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Doc Miller sat in his office and put the last touches to the latest update of his pornsite, thedirtydoc.com. The video was not that explicit, all that was to see were Miss Guevara’s beautiful boobies, but he was optimistic that it would be very popular. After all, the text beneath the video said:

“Hey, pervs, it’s Doc Dirty again!

This time, it’s a very special update. You’ll love little Max, a bike courier of Seattle’s local business JamPony. She is the most stunning slut you’ll ever see, I promise you that. Even though she was **** of my medical exam at first, we’ll have our second “Date” on Monday. You want to be a part of this? Then sign up and take part in the auction, were I sell three spots on my “medical team” on Monday. Cash up front! Take your chance to get your hands on this little hottie!!!

Good luck, guys “

Miller leaned back in his chair. This would bring him a lot of money and it was definitely going to be fun.