They definitely should.

"Appetites?" Meg asked, her eyes locked onto Alice's.

"Yes, Meg." Alice undid another button, letting a bit of her lacy bra show. "Every living thing has needs, but only the willful can cultivate a true appetite."

Meg's eyes widened as the doctor put one hand on her creamy thigh. "What- how do I do that?" she stammered.

Alice felt the heat of her womanhood and understood the desire she felt. She leaned forward to whisper into the patient's ear. "You try different things. See what gives you... pleasure."

Meg grunted in response, her cheeks flushing with color. She put her hand over Alice's and slid it further up her thigh. When Alice's fingertips reached her maidenhead, she let a strangled cry and pushed the doctor away.

"Too much?" Alice asked innocently. Meg stared at her, breathing hard.

"No! No. I don't know. I, uh... I don't know how to do this."

Alice immediately understood that Meg needed comfort and familiarity more than sexual release. Her entire bearing changed as she sat next to Meg on the couch and buttoned up her shirt.

"That's alright," she reassured the flustered young woman. "Nobody does. We're in uncharted territory here, Meg. I'm here to help."

She held Meg's hand and rubbed her back soothingly for several minutes before speaking again.

"May I make a suggestion?" Alice asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"Ok," Meg said flatly. Her arousal had faded and she was once again stupefied.

"I'm going to draw you a nice, warm bath," Alice told her, "and then I'm going to teach you something."

Meg nodded and Alice left the room to prepare the bathroom. Sitting alone again in the small space, Meg tried to process what had just happened to her.

She'd been used sexually before, of course. Most drones had. Meg was strikingly attractive, so she was more frequently desired and used than most. This was new, though; she didn't want Alice to feel good or a man to feel good. Meg was very inexperienced at self-analysis and she struggled to understand what was happening in her mind. She didn't want to give pleasure... she wanted the pleasure for herself. Meg wanted to feel good.

Her reverie was interrupted by the reappearance of Alice, who held out a welcoming hand to her. She took it tentatively and rose. Alice was keenly aware of her nervousness and rubbed her shoulder soothingly as they made their way to the bathroom. The interior was dimly lit by the flashlight on Alice's phone, which was tinted blue and diffused through the small disposable cup she'd set it in. The warmth of the hot bath settled blissfully on her skin.

"If you're comfortable," Alice said gently, "I'd like you to undress and get in the bathtub."

If you're comfortable. No one had ever said anything like that to Meg. Why wouldn't she be comfortable? She'd been nude in many situations, always because she wanted to because a man wanted her to. Now she could actually decide for herself what she wanted.

"I want to do that," she replied, and began to strip off her clothes. Alice watched approvingly as she removed her undergarments and stepped into the tub. The hot water felt heavenly on her skin and she descended slowly, the boundary where water met air tickling her ribs and her knees. When she was fully submerged, Alice knelt beside the bathtub.

"Because of my unique situation," Alice said, "I've developed more problem-solving skills than most women. I believe I understand not just what you want, but how you want it. Do you trust me?"

Meg nodded, her chin dipping in and out of the water with the motion.

"Good. Now put your head back and close your eyes."

Meg did as she was told, resting her head against the folded towel Alice had place at the rim of the tub. She sensed Alice's hand entering the water, then brushing smoothly against her abdomen. She sighed involuntarily, relishing the feeling. This wasn't a means to an end or a mechanism for some man's pleasure. She didn't have a goal in mind as Alice's hand gradually crept lower, no quantifiable outcome or wish to fulfill.

Alice's fingers found the top of her pubic mound and Meg groaned softly. Light fingertips danced slowly through the water, lighting up nerves like tiny torches along a castle wall. Then Alice's fingers plunged deeper.

"Oh!" she shouted, and her eyes flew open. Alice stopped and looked at her questioningly. Meg thrust her hand into the water, causing water to splash onto the floor. "Don't stop," she said as she held Alice's hand in place between her thighs.

Alice laughed lightly and obeyed, making strange circles in the area above her slit. It felt like she was performing some magic ritual to send electric jolts of ecstasy through Meg's body. In all of her broad sexual experience, she had never, ever felt anything remotely like this. Her mouth opened and she sucked in air raggedly as the circling motion intensified.

Then Alice's other arm plunged into the water and she yelped as two fingers shot through the water like a torpedo to enter her womanhood. She leaned forward now, scrunching her face and grunting at the rush of sensation. It was almost painful, like a cramp or a muscle spasm, but at the same time it felt so fucking good, good like she'd never known, and Meg wanted more. She wanted and wanted and something opened in her mind, a black hole of I-Want and Give-Me and It's-Mine, this feeling, this woman, she wanted all of it and never wanted it to stop-

Vertigo. Her teeth clenched. Her thighs clenched. An explosion between her legs, Alice's fingers freezing inside of her. Eyes closed and her head spun and it was the absolute zenith of her life, then it was over, she was relaxing backwards against the towel, Alice withdrawing her hands, breath returning to her in ragged hitches. Meg opened her eyes to see Alice looking at her lovingly. I control you, she thought, and saw the truth of it reflected in the doctor's deep blue eyes.