"I'm still working." "Can I see you again next week?" she asked hopefully, pulling her dress back on. "I might have another... emergency."
"We'll see," I said dismissively. "Depends on my schedule." I spoke sternly, and she left in a hurry, feeling insulted by the way that I'd treated her. But to hell with her. I have never cared for her, or any other patient. They were all the same to me—just bodies to satisfy my needs. "Thanks for the quickie," I called after her as she was leaving. "Make sure you schedule your next checkup with my assistant." I zipped my pants and adjusted my clothes. I sat on the chair and called my assistant nurse to let the last client come in. Another day, another conquest. That's how I liked to run my practice. "Send in the new patient," I told my assistant. "And bring me some coffee. This is going to be a long night."
Bianca's POV
I was sitting nervously in the gynecologist clinic's waiting area, fidgeting with my phone and trying to ignore the increasingly disturbing sounds that were coming from behind the doctor's examination room door. Every few minutes, I'd hear muffled voices that made my stomach tighten with anxiety. The woman who had rushed past me and barged into the doctor's room about thirty minutes ago looked completely out of place in her flashy red mini-dress and towering stiletto heels. I couldn't help but wonder why someone would dress like they were heading to a fancy nightclub or an expensive dinner date when they were just visiting a medical professional. Her outfit seemed wildly inappropriate for a doctor's appointment; most people wore comfortable, casual clothes that were easy to change out of when needed.
Suddenly, an unmistakable loud moaning sound pierced through the thin walls and struck my ears, causing me to nearly drop my phone in shock. Honestly, I felt completely frozen in place, like my body had forgotten how to move. My mind started racing with thoughts about leaving. Maybe I could just cancel this appointment altogether or reschedule it for another day when this particular doctor wasn't working. Perhaps I could abandon the whole idea completely and just try to live a normal life that didn't involve ever stepping foot in a gynecologist's office again. The more I listened to the disturbing sounds, the more convinced I became that I should just walk out and never return to this place.
As my anxious thoughts continued to spiral and cause me to hesitate about what to do next, time seemed to fly by without me even noticing. I glanced down at my watch and couldn't believe that a full half hour had passed while I'd been sitting there paralyzed with indecision. Maybe my body was reacting strangely to the obviously sexual noises coming from the examination room. I honestly had no idea what was happening to me. I'm not the type of person who has much experience with these kinds of intimate situations or sexual interactions. Growing up, my family never talked about these things, and my friends weren't exactly open about their experiences either, so I was completely out of my depth sitting here listening to what was clearly not a standard medical examination.
I was suddenly pulled from my racing thoughts as the office nurse called out my name in a slightly impatient tone: "Miss Bianca?" She was staring at me with a confused and somewhat irritated expression on her face, like she had already called my name several times without getting a response. Her clipboard was clutched tightly against her chest as she waited for me to acknowledge her. Startled by the sudden attention, I quickly raised my head and nervously replied, "Yes, that's me," feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught daydreaming in the waiting room while obvious sexual sounds were coming from the doctor's office. I wondered if she was pretending not to hear what was happening or if this was somehow normal in this particular clinic.
She chuckled with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I know you're Miss Bianca. There's literally no one else sitting here in the waiting room except for you. You're our last appointment of the day." The nurse looked relatively nice despite her slightly condescending tone, even though she appeared to be somewhere in her middle ages with graying hair pulled back in a tight bun. I couldn't help but wonder if she was constantly annoyed all day long by the inappropriate sounds that seemed to reverberate through the entire clinic. Maybe she actually enjoyed overhearing these encounters or perhaps she was somehow involved too. Maybe she also had some kind of special arrangement with the doctor herself. I had heard plenty of rumors about this particular doctor and how he was known throughout town as quite the womanizer, always surrounded by beautiful women and never settling down with any one person.
I seriously considered getting up and walking straight out the door without looking back, but something kept me rooted to my seat. If I left now, I wouldn't be able to see my carefully constructed plan come to fruition after all this preparation and mental psyching up. I can't chicken out now, I firmly told myself while taking a deep breath. I absolutely must face my fears head-on and follow through with what I came here to do. I know deep down that I can handle this situation if I just stay focused on my ultimate goal and don't let my nerves get the best of me. ...but remember that he who plays with fire always gets burnt," a small voice of caution whispered in the back of my mind. I tried to ignore this warning, even though I knew there was definitely some truth to it. Getting involved in this situation could potentially lead to consequences I wasn't prepared to deal with, but I pushed those thoughts aside as best I could.
"Miss Bianca," the nurse called out to me again, this time with clear impatience in her voice. "The doctor is finished with his previous patient and is waiting for you now. Please come in right away." Her tone was stern and professional, but her smile seemed completely fake and forced, like she was just going through the motions of being polite.