The doctor takes charge

"Now John, you really need to stop avoiding the issue.", she smiled, licking her lips and seductively undoing another button on her top. "It's clear, that like many of my patients - you have kept coming to me after we have resolved your psychological concerns. You said yourself that you had dealt with your issues. But you have suffered from the one side effect that I kept out of my published studies. The one that none of my former patients reveal either. You have become addicted to me."

John's eyes widened as the doctor pulled on the sides of her shirt causing the next two buttons to pop off, exposing her breasts completely. With no shirt covering them, the fact that they were braless was obvious - but they sat as firm as if she were wearing underwire in front of his eyes.

"It's to be expected. I am, after all, objectively, the most desirable woman alive. In medical school I modelled for plastic surgeons to take casts for a while - it's how I paid for school. That is, until they realised that they had no hope of recreating this.", she stood now and ran her hands down her body. "You hide your emotions well on your face - so I did not see the look in your eye that I see in so many eyes looking at me - like the Senator and his wife. But, now that my shirt is off I can see it clearly. You are aching to fuck me - and you'd do anything for the chance, wouldn't you?"