The Health Check continues

“You can stop now, by the way,” Miller said and went back towards his chair, not without letting the back of his hand brush over the smooth skin of Max’s uncovered ass-cheek, making her flinch. She straightened quickly and glared at him as he sat down comfortably and began to take in her body once again with a certain glint in his eyes.

“What do you want next?” she snapped indignantly. The older man was making her uncomfortable, he gave her a vibe that made her believe there was something off about him, yet she couldn’t do anything. Her job was in his hands, if he decided to tell Normal that she was healthy, Normal would fire her. And losing a job was something she couldn’t let happen.

“First of all: You said you’re too sick to work… could you specify that?”

“I… caught a cold.” Hm, plausible answer, after all it was fall. And it would be a pleasure to take this angel’s temperature.

“So what’s next?” Jesus, she was rude.

“Well, I guess I’ll ask some more questions…” the doc mumbled as he pulled a little notebook out of the inner pocket of his jacket. He had written them down while he made his plan. They were supposed to look like medical relevant questions and for a layman, who didn’t think too much about it, most of them could be plausible. And those would mess with her head enough so the others would slip through.

“Would you consider yourself an active person?”

“My job is to ride my bike all day, so: yeah!”

“Do you smoke?”

“No.”

“Drink?”

“Not enough to consider myself a drinker.”

“Do you do ****.”

She hesitated a second. Interesting, he’d go back to that later.

“No.”

“Are you sexually active?”

Max snorted. Of course creepy old touchy-feely-doc would ask about her sex life. “Well, I’m not a virgin anymore…”

“And since when are you ‘not a virgin anymore’, Max?”

“I was fifteen”

“When was your last time?”

Max thought for a second. “A couple of weeks ago, I guess…” Like she would admit to this old pervert that she had been fucked all night by multiple guys in every orifice.

“Boyfriend?”

“I wouldn’t call it that…”

“So, a one-night-stand?”

Max didn’t say anything, just shrugged and looked down. Doc Miller barely suppressed a chuckle. Little slut!

“And how many partners have you had so far?”

She shifted, obviously uncomfortable at the rough intrusion of her privacy. “Maybe seven or eight…” she finally said, barely loud enough so the camera would pick it up. Miller frowned. Well, that was a lot less than he had guessed. Probably a lie.

“How about oral sex? Have you given them head?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed slightly. Was that… excitement?! “Yes…”

“And the other way? Anyone ever ate you out?”

“Yeah…”

“Did you cum?”

This time she looked up, glaring at him. “Why the fuck do you need to know that?”

“The sexual behavior tells us a lot about the psyche of a person, Max, therefore it’s important to ask these questions.”

Her brow twitched and she stared at him, trying to tell if he lied. Finally she looked down. “Yes.”

Nice to know. “And one final matter: Anal sex?” He gave her a testing look, trying to judge her reaction.

Max visibly flinched. “No!” she automatically answered. No way she’d let him know something like that.

Miller noticed her fast, over-hasty answer. The bitch liked it in the ass! What a goddess! Smiling he closed his notebook. “Fine. So that’s that. Now I’ll continue with a couple of health checks. He grabbed wooden spatula from his bag. “Do you have a sore throat, Max?” Smiling he twirled the stick between his fingers as Max lifted her eyebrows, calculating the best answer.

“A little, I guess.”

“Okay,” the doc smiled friendly at her and waved the stick, “So would you be so kind and come over here, open your mouth and say ‘aaaah’?”

Slowly, hesitantly Max came closer until she stood right in front of him, bent over and opened her mouth a little.

“Wider, Max,” Miller said in a calm voice, fishing a flashlight out of his pocket. Max obeyed.

“A little more…” Max’ mouth was gaping as wide as possible until Miller finally was content. He pushed her tongue down with the spatula and pointed the flashlight into her mouth. “Now ‘aaah’.”

Max complied and, to Miller’s joy, gagged slightly on the stick. She was cute.

“I can’t see anything,” Miller lied, “Would it be possible for you to kneel so I can get a better angle? I would get up, but I have a bad knee and I’d appreciate it if…”

Max’ eyes widened. Was he actually asking her to get on her knees in front of him?

He took the stick out of her mouth and gave her a testing glare. “Is there a problem, Max?”

Max was confused. What should she do? She couldn’t risk letting him get her fired! Maybe she was imagining things and he really was just a good doctor doing his job. She might just be paranoid. “N- no problem, doc,” she hastily reassured and dropped to her knees, once again opening her mouth for him.

Miller smiled slightly. He had her where he wanted her. He knew he could make her do anything. Once again he inserted his spatula, again triggering her gag-reflex, this time on purpose. The camera would give him sensational pictures of this and he knew his viewers would appreciate these details.

No soreness. Well, his guess had been that she was just hungover from doing god-knows-what last night and pretended to be sick and the first clues strengthened his hypothesis. This was good. It gave him leverage.

“Fine, Max!” he said as he pulled the spatula out and threw it into a box of old Thai food next to the bed, “Next I’ll check your breasts for lumps. Loose the shirt, please!”

Max gasped. She had suspected that he would try to get her out of her clothes but she didn’t think he’d act this brazenly. “What the fuck? Forget it!”

Miller raised his hands to calm her. “Easy, Max. I guess this is your first medical check, at least since the pulse, so I realize this is new to you. But I can assure you that it is perfectly normal.”

Max eyes narrowed. “Fuck you! Get out!”

Miller slowly got up and picked up his bag. “Fine, Max, I can’t **** you, yet I have to tell Mr. Ronald that you weren’t willing to cooperate.”

“Wait, no!” Max exclaimed, her hand resting on his arm to stop him. She looked up at him, still kneeling, and pleaded with her eyes for his understanding. When she saw none she sighed and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Swallowing hard she pulled it up and over her head- quickly, to stop herself from having second thoughts.

Miller bit back a groan as Max’s tits bounced free. They were, as the rest of her, a work of art. Perky, golden mounds the size of grapefruits and topped off with small, pink nipples. To his delight he saw they were hard.

Max noticed this too and she blushed slightly. The **** those asshole-cops had injected her with still messed with her head. She had been wet all morning and her nipples were aroused. Her body felt like he was in heat. That this old man was making her think about her sex life wasn’t helping. “A little cold in here…” she mumbled, not able to look the man in the eyes as she was almost completely naked- except for the little blue thong- in front of the fully clothed man, feeling exposed and ****.

“Then we should get started!” Miller said, trying to hide his excitement as he sat back down, then leaned forward and grabbed Max’s boobs with both hands. “Allow me to say you have beautiful breasts for such a young girl!”

Max shot him an angry glare and her blush deepened, her face was bright red now. She gasped slightly as Miller’s rough hands first made contact with her breasts.

Miller winced as he first touched the soft, supple skin of her tits and immediately gave them a hard squeeze, testing their firmness, smirking as he heard her wince. He didn’t even begin to really check her, but simply began to use this as a pretext to play with such immaculate pieces of art. He placed his hands beneath them and made them bounce up and down, pinched them, kneaded them and from time to time even pulled on her nipples.

His cock twitched every time he managed to get a soft whimper out of her and those came more and more often. He looked into her face; her eyes were closed and soft moans escaped her slightly open mouth. The girl was enjoying this, hell, by now she was pressing her tits into his hands.

This made him want to see if he could carry this on even further.