Wait until Dr. Cutler gets some good pics of Dot, then masturbate

When you return from the upstairs toilet in Dr. Cutler's two-level place -- is that called a townhouse or just a flat? -- Dot is in the exam chair with her legs elevated in the stirrups to tilt and spread her vulva. Dr. Cutler is setting up the camera and the light to give the best view of Dot's coppery bush and moist pink labia.

"Oh, that's lovely, Dot," Dr. Cutler says. "And look at that, you are already a very wet little girl. Do you like showing off for the doctor?"

Dot giggles.

Maybe Dot is uncomfortable playing naughty doctor or maybe she is happily going along. You don't see distress on her face.

"Move your butt right out to the edge," Dr. Cutler directs. She bends forward and her scrub top rides up, exposing her full naked brown buttocks to you. "Here." Dr. Cutler grabs Dot with both hands and shifts her pelvis.

Dot flinches and giggles as Dr. Cutler moves her butt. With her legs up, Dot has little freedom of movement, so just like DeLoria Cutler with her legs raised for her final sperm donation via direct penile insertion, all Dot can do is wiggle. But Dot has no modesty curtain at her waist like Dr. Cutler had. Dot's face is getting deeper pink under her freckles. Her little raspberry nipples are stiff as thimbles. And just as Dr. Cutler said, Dot's sex is glistening with moisture.

"Let's take some pictures," Dr. Cutler trills.

"Are you good, Dot?" you ask.

Dot laughs. "Yeah. It's a trip, kinda? But I want to send my pics to Greta too."

You smile. "Now's the time. Smile for the camera?"

Dot giggles. "Smiling vertically, like they say." She waves two parallel fingers at her vulva so you don't miss what she means, even though you don't know what "they say" she's referring to.

"Then let us continue," Dr. Cutler says. She takes a few images of Dot's coppery bush and bubblegum-pink inner labia. "Lovely and luscious."

Dot laughs.

"Now let's try something special. Do you know how to tighten your PC muscle?" Dr. Cutler asks.

Dot laughs. "I was a peer sex educator. I've modeled tightening my PC muscle for the Women's Studies Reading Group."

"Well then, show me," Dr. Cutler says. "Squeeze, hold, relax. Do that a few times."

Dr. Cutler captures a video clip with Dot squeezing her muscle. You see her clit twitch and stand out. Her anus winks, tightens, relaxes, tightens again.

Your breaths are coming deep and fast. Your face feels hot. You put a hand on your own vulva, cupping and squeezing.

"Are you all right if I take a couple just of your face?" Dr. Cutler says. "You have the cutest look on your face right now."

You can't tell from Dot's expression whether she's turned on or embarrassed or if she's turned on by being embarrassed. You think Betty Box might have been turned on by being embarrassed, in Brenda's office when Brenda was spanking Betty for having sneaky sex with you in the bowling alley closet. That had been right when Dr. Cutler walked in on you all.

"Alright!" Dot says quickly.

Dr. Cutler adjusts the camera. "Perfect." She takes a picture. "Now let me ask you a couple of questions. Don't answer with words. Just show me what it feels like on your face. Okay?"

Dot nods.

"All right, show me how it feels when you know that Greta Lehrer is going to see pictures of your wet, naked pussy." Dr. Cutler says.

Dot smiles. The color in her cheeks is still high, behind her freckles, but she looks happy. Dr. Cutler takes a picture.

"All right, I'm going to put a hand on your pussy, Dot. Just show me how it feels," Dr. Cutler says. She reaches out with one bare brown hand and cups Dot's vulva.

You squeeze your cupped hand on your vulva as Dr. Cutler squeezes hers on Dot's.

Dot's lips part. Her eyes widen, then narrow. Dr. Cutler snaps a picture.

"Now how does it feel?" Dr. Cutler asks Dot. "Show me with your face."

Dr. Cutler parts Dot's labia and dabbles her fingers in Dot's wet pussy. Dot's legs tremble, rattling the stirrups of the exam chair. Dr. Cutler snaps several pictures of Dot's changing facial expressions. You're following along, fingering yourself as Dr. Cutler fingers Dot.

"How about now?" Dr. Cutler asks.

"Oh fuck oh fuck, eee, eee," Dot says. "You're touching my b-butthole!"

Dr. Cutler is pressing Dot's little pink knot with the pad of her middle finger, broad and brown, with a very short trimmed fingernail.

You're intensely turned on, and uncomfortable with how Dr. Cutler is pushing Dot. But you can't keep from fingering yourself.

"Not with words, Dot," Dr. Cutler says. "Show me with your face."

Dot's eyes open wide and she stares at Dr. Cutler under raised eyebrows.

"Oh," a moan escapes your lips.

Roll +CONTROL(+1) (+2 Control, -1 two girls) as you MASTURBATE in front of Dot and Dr. DeLoria Cutler: 4 + 1 = 5, Miss.

They don't notice you.

Dr. Cutler presses her finger into Dot's anus. Dot flinches, the stirrups rattling. Dr. Cutler captures a picture of her face in discomfort. Your climax arrives, and you squeeze everything tight tight tight to avoid making a sound.

A little squeak escapes.

"Anna, are you okay?" Dot exclaims. "Why are you all red and scrunched up?"

Dr. Cutler withdraws her finger and turns to look. You're still trembling as your climax runs through you. It takes a few minutes for you to settle down. By this time Dot is back up out of the chair.

Once you have your voice back, your apologize for having an orgasm. You were trying so hard not to disturb them.

Dr. Cutler prints out copies of Dot's choice pictures -- all pussy pictures, no face pictures -- and copies of all of yours so you and Dot can sort through them later.

Within half an hour you're dressed and back in the car.

"Are you all right, Dot?" you ask.

"Yeah, Anna," Dot says. "She touched my butthole and that was really uncomfortable, but I mean, I'm okay, really. I knew what I was walking into. Like I said, not surprised. We got the pictures for Greta and we don't have to do that again."

"You want to go get coffee or take a drive?" you offer. "I'll buy."

"I won't say no to a coffee milkshake," Dot says. "You're sweet, Anna."

You nod and look away.

"Are you crying, Anna?" Dot asks.

You turn around to show her the tears. You smile and nod to show it's okay.

"Are you okay to drive?"

"Yes," you tell her. "I'm just a little crybaby. I'm okay."

Dot leans over and hugs you around the shoulders. "Okay," she says.

"Okay," you echo.

You have 2 XP, +1 Hard, -1 Hot, -1 Cool, +2 Control), and know the Character Moves Ass-Licking and Masturbate.

Pictures for Greta in hand. What's your next Move, Anna?

• Stalk Dot? (see if she's in the mood after her coffee milkshake, after all she didn't get off!) Roll 2d6 + COOL (-1).
• Something else?