Out of place Conversation

“Once again I must thank you for your assistance, though the doctor does not think there should be much interaction between us, I cannot help but appreciate your sacrifice of time and help. This…Addiction… has slowly been plaguing my thoughts more and more, with your help just now, my mind feels clearer than it has been in the last 2 days.”

Your mind went blank at the words as the woman’s polite tone instantly came through. Though it was slightly distorted you could tell how sincere she was, not to mention how gentle she sounded. Instantly you knew she was a kind and gentle woman.

Coughing in slight embarrassment you were at a loss for words as you responded awkwardly to the praise.

“No it wasn’t such a big deal, you don’t have to thank me. As long as you are feeling better.” There was a hum of appreciation from the other side; you could imagine her tilting her head in thought.

“Humble too, good qualities in a man, one that most do not share these days.” Once again you thought she was nodding her head in appreciation and thought. Her words sounding like something you grandmother would say about a polite boy she met while out shopping every now and then that would help her lift things. She was also the one that taught you to at least be polite by default in….most situations.

Though of course the woman’s voice from the other side sounded much younger, regal and wise, but definitely young, around late 20’s to early 30’s if you had to guess. But with the distortion it was hard to tell.

“Never the less I thank you for your service and will have to rely on you in the future.” It was just starting to hit you now as her words were spoken that yes, you would be doing this more, you would have to come back again at some point and once again administer a dose, something this nice woman relied on to function.

You heart swelled with determination once more as you thought of what you could do to make this as easy as possible for the person relying on you. Though you couldn’t think of much right then, you did have one thing you were going to have to start from now on. You would have to stop masturbating.

It would probably be a bit hard, seeing as you were horny damn near all the time. But by saving it up for a day or two, for whenever you were needed, would surely help. It was the least you could do. Having made up your mind, you realized that you hadn’t yet responded to the lady. You quickly said the first thing that came to your mind.

“Ahh no problem…thanks for having me…”

God even in your mind you just cringed. ‘Thanks for having me?’ Urgh, you could have done so much better. Before you could think of something else to say the sound of a door opening drew your attention to where Dr Veritas had disappeared.

“Until next time then, Goodbye.”

You turned back to the black screen at the words and quickly left an awkward goodbye.

“Ahh ah…yes…Goodbye”

For the last time you could imagine the earnest woman on the other side nodding her head in affirmation of your words before turning off the microphone, the green light turning red.

With that done, you attention once again turned to the good Doctor that had returned. The lab coat still hugged her body in all the right ways, though you could see a bit of exasperation in her eyes as she looked at the futuristic Glory hole.

As the Patient had said, it seemed the good doctor didn’t want you talking to each other much. It made sense, if they were to keep everything anonymous they wouldn’t want the participants to know details about the other.

Not talking would be the best way to make sure nothing could happen. But you could already tell with how earnest the woman was that you were treating, there was no way you two wouldn’t speak once again.

Finally the hot Scientist stopped by your side and gave you a once over. Her piercing glare and the fact you had just jerked off to her in your imagination once again assaulted your mind setting your rod ablaze, an erection starting to flag.

If she noticed she didn’t say anything as she moved off to one of the monitors to the side. There was information splashing before the screen as well as a few numbers and equations that you couldn’t make heads or tails of.

She stared at the notes for another minute before finally turning back to you, a more genuine smile on her lips. You don’t know what the data showed, but it must have been good. (You hoped it was good)

“Well Mr Smith, it seems like your first session went off without a hitch. You didn’t even have to use the interface to find some material to help you along.”

The Spluttering cough and the widening off your eyes made her smirk just that little bit more teasing as you once again wondered where the camera was in the room, while going a bit redder. With no response on your lips, thankfully she continued as she started to lead you back the way you came.

“We won’t know the full results of your session for a few hours and it is already getting a bit late.”

It was? You quickly looked down at the watch on your wrist and saw it was already 10:00PM. You had school the next day and had to get up early for some bullshit ‘before school’ activity you had been roped into.

You wanted to release a groan, but kept quite as you were lead back to the… Teleporter room? (Had to make grandma and her lessons proud). You weren’t really sure what it was now that you thought about it, but it had to be the teleporter room right? Was there a fancy name for it? Either way, you would have a good sleep tonight, especially after what you just did.

“We’ve got your number already and will contact you when you are needed, though it could be at any time, we’ll try and make sure each dose is administered at night around the same time for your and the patients convenience. You’ll be sent a text 15 minutes before we create a portal for you. Now do you have any questions?”

You had reached the teleporter once more and almost felt like everything that had happened was just a long elaborate dream. You mean, teleporters, futurists glory holes, a super sexy lab Scientist, it was all a bit out there.

But this was real life and you would have to come back again to administer another dose.

You felt another twitch along your shaft at the thought as only one question remained as you were about to leave.

“Will I be working with just this patient?”

Dr Veritas stopped for a second and looked you in the eye, a calculative look in it once more. It didn’t take her long to answer but it felt like a long time had passed when she did.

“Yes…As this is a new set up for donor clinics, there are a short many participants, with only one patient now for you to attend. Hopefully it stays that way.”

She gave you a meaningful look at the last words and you realized what you sounded like. Once again you became bashful as you didn’t mean it that way, but knew you probably wouldn’t be able to explain it away, or could even stick your foot in your mouth and make it work.

You couldn’t help but like your current patient anyways, she was a nice and gentle person, it was actually sad that she would have to come down with a disease such as cum addiction. Though the bigger crime was that she didn’t already have a husband that could tend to her needs.

Having these thoughts you nodded your head solemnly.

“Yes hopefully it stays that way.”

A brighter smile came to Dr Veritas’ lips as she heard your words and hopefully understood that you meant them. She kept the smile as she wished you goodbye.

“Goodbye Mr Smith, until next time.”

“You too Doctor. Have a nice night.”

And with some strong words of goodbye (Finally), you were teleported away and back to your bedroom.

Now before anyone mentions it, yes this is a DC story involving super heroines. Though it hasn’t been said and the MC doesn’t know about it yet, he will find out exactly who he is treating in the future (I’m sure some have a few guesses already). They are lying to him right now to keep him in the dark and make him think this is just a new futurists clinic he is now a part of, with other donors. (There aren’t any others if some are wondering.) Thought I would clarify this now.

What happens next?