A cocky surgeon, Dr. Leonard Batiste

"Oh yes, Anna," Dr. Leonard Batiste tells you. "Dr. Cutler told me about her list. I was looking forward to her calling on me. But the donation has to be in person, the old-fashioned way."

Dr. Cutler had warned you that Dr. Batiste might be difficult like this. She had told you "You can tell him yes. I've set things up with Jeannie Goodchild in the Birthing Center. He may be a surgeon, but he wouldn't cross the Birthing Center. They'd cut his dick off, and he wouldn't be enough of a swinging dick to be a surgeon any more."

Dr. Batiste is confident, deep-voiced, with a strong, warm handshake. Not strong enough to hurt, but you remember Dr. Cutler talking about being mauled by a male animal while he roared out his ejaculation.

She could have been talking about Dr. Batiste.

You tell him the time that Dr. Cutler had given you.

"Fine," he says.

"Kelly and I will be there," you tell Dr. Batiste. "She and I are Dr. Cutler's trainees for our Ob/Gyn rotation."

"How precious," he says. You imagine he might be talking down to you. But everything he says sounds like that.

You confer with Kelly and Dr. Cutler.

"He's probably going to want to fuck me like a dominant alpha male," Doctor Cutler says. "He believes all that shit. Of course being a surgeon sets him up to be a male chauvinist pig. Good thing it's just bad breeding and surgeon culture and a mother who never called him on his bullshit. He can donate, sure, but he gets in, ejaculate, out and if he wants to fuck someone, he can go fuck himself."

You suggest, "I would be all right if he wants to use my vagina to get ready for his big finish," you say.

Kelly laughs. "You know I'm kind of curious myself. I've never had a black man. I wonder if he's had a blonde?"

Kelly's hair is blonde, and yours is platinum blonde.

"He's a man. He's a surgeon. He's a dick. They're all alike," Dr. Cutler says. "But I will accept your generous offers to throw yourselves vagina first onto his penis, if it comes to that making his donation possible without him rutting, rooting, or humping me."

You nod. Kelly shrugs and nods.

"Plan A is still the same, Doctor?" you ask.

"Yes. I'll be in the examination chair, my feet in the stirrups, a drape at my waist so I don't have to look at his face. And by preference, you and Kelly stimulate him, or he stimulates himself, to the point of orgasm. Then he inserts his penis, gives his donation, and goes away."

"Beats, shoots, and leaves?" Kelly says.

"Just so," Dr. Cutler says. "Just so."

Dr. Batiste arrives at the Birthing Center examination room at the appointed hour. He's wearing street clothes rather than scrubs, dressy shoes, trousers, a shirt and sport coat, a gold watch. You and Ms. Goodchild are waiting outside, while Kelly is waiting inside with Dr. Cutler.

"You behave yourself, Doctor Batiste," Jeannie Goodchild tells him.

"I would never do anything regrettable, Ms. Goodchild," Dr. Batiste says. "Not with you and Dr. Cutler involved."

Jeannie Goodchild taps a pair of scissors against the fingers of her other hand. "You better."

"This way, Dr. Batiste," you say.

Click.

The room is warm. An examination light points toward Dr. Cutler's exposed vulva, spread from her legs in the stirrups. A drape curtains her upper body. Kelly stands by Dr. Cutler. Her hands are covered in purple exam gloves, but she is nude from waist to shoes, her golden-bushed mound prominent under the hem of her scrub top.

"What a beautiful view," Dr. Batiste says.

"Would you like to hang up your coat and trousers?" you ask.

Dr. Batiste chuckles. "You girls think of everything," he says. He takes the coat hanger from you and puts his sport coat on it, hands it back to you, and takes off his pants, clipping them into the trousers hanger. He's wearing dark blue silk boxer briefs, tented out in front with a partial erection.

You take this as your cue to remove your bottoms.

"What's the occasion for showing off three pretty pussies for me?" Dr. Batiste says. "Don't tell me this is a party, is it?"

"Dr. Batiste?" you say. "Really this is just a visit for you to provide a donation, sir. But Dr. Cutler asked that you should be on the point of orgasm before any contact occurs. So it's to help you get there. What do you think, would you like to see me touch myself?"

You brush your fingertips across your smoothly shaved mons and tap them on your outer labia.

Roll +CONTROL(+2) using MASTURBATE in front of Dr. Batiste. If you can get him to play along, you've got Dr. Cutler's second donation halfway in the bag: 4 + 2 = 6, Miss.

Doctor Batiste works his penis out of the fly of his blue silk boxers. It's big enough, and hard enough, and wide enough. The only thing new in your experience of male equipment is the darker color, and perhaps thicker, smoother skin.

"Watching you diddle yourself is not what I'm here for," he says. "You know what I'm here for."

Roll +COOL(-1) (GET OUT OF TROUBLE) to talk him out of a rash action: 6 - 1 = 5, Miss, you get ****.

You see him stepping toward Dr. Cutler. You head him off and turn around, offering yourself instead.

"If that's what you want, Anna," Dr. Batiste says. "That's what you get."

Dr. Batiste's penis thrusts in with a single motion.