Madam of Maple Court (31 page)

Pam visited the cemetery several weeks after the anniversary of Vin's death. She stood beside the grave and marveled at how much had changed in a year. "You wouldn't recognize me, Vin, and it's a shame how much you missed. We could have had fun together, but thanks for going elsewhere to scratch your itches. Without that, I'd still be the little woman I was."

A few weeks later, on a freezing cold Manhattan evening in mid-December, Pam walked out of a small room on the third floor of Club Fantasy wearing a very short white skirt with a white uniform shirt unbuttoned further than any real doctor would allow, all covered by a thigh-length white lab coat. She wore white stockings and white pumps with four-inch heels, had a stethoscope slung around her neck, and carried a clipboard. Rather than perfume, she'd dabbed alcohol on her neck and in her cleavage.

She'd been pleased when Marcy asked her to play out this doctor-patient fantasy with a man named Roger, and she'd been coached on the correct ways to use the stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. Marcy had also given her a few stories to read about "playing doctor" to help her with the dialogue.

In the hallway she straightened her back and opened the door to the club's "doctor's office." This room was seldom changed and, according to Marcy, used more often than Pam would have imagined. It contained an exam table, a doctor's scale, a wall-mounted blood pressure monitor, and a metal desk covered with swabs, gauze, cotton, and other paraphernalia that would be found in any exam suite.

She knew her way around the room: where to find instruments, how to move and tilt the exam table, how to reposition the goose-neck light. "Good evening, Mr. Forbes. I'm Dr. O'Brian and I'll be examining you tonight."

"Oh," was all the portly man sitting on the edge of the table could say. He was dressed in a paper exam smock that didn't quite close in the front. Beneath he wore nothing at all. His naked legs hung over the edge of the table, his bare feet sticking out below. He was mostly bald with a few hairs carefully combed over the top of his head, round-faced with eyes set deeply in his puffy, overweight face. Although she couldn't see much of the rest of him beneath his smock, she decided that he must weigh at least two hundred fifty pounds.

"I see here," she said, studying the papers on the clipboard, "that you've been having some digestive troubles."

Her patient had been given a little information about his "condition."

"Yes, I have."

"I'm sorry to hear about your problems. Let's see what we can find out. Lie on your back for me so I can begin the exam."

He repositioned his large body and stretched out on the table. "What are you going to have to do to me?" he asked.

"Just the usual exam," she said, taking the stethoscope from around her neck and placing the bell against his chest. "Take a deep breath for me, Mr. Forbes." He did and she moved the bell. "Again." When he complied, she moved it again and said once more, "Again. Good. Your lungs are clear." She made a note on her clipboard, drawing out the "exam."

She moved to the other side of the table. "Now I need to listen to your heart." She put the bell against his upper chest and leaned down as if to listen closely, giving him a great view down the front of her shirt. She wore no bra, so he got quite an eyeful.

"Your heart seems fine, too," she said, standing up and making notes on his "chart."

"I need to palpate your abdomen."

Pam parted his smock and saw that his penis was fully erect. "Hmm," she said as she purposely stared at his cock. "You seem to have no problem with your libido." It jerked. "Don't be embarrassed, sir," she said, squeezing his cock. "It's perfectly normal to have an erection during this sort of procedure. I'm quite used to it."

"I'm s-s-so sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't give it a thought." She pressed on various areas of his abdomen and watched his cock spasm. How many times, she wondered, had he masturbated while he dreamt about this situation? "I need to check your genitals. Please just relax." As if he could. She again squeezed his cock, then cupped his testicles as if weighing them in her palm. "Very good," she said, "but don't get carried away. This isn't a massage parlor, so this isn't at all sexual." This was so ridiculous, but he was enjoying it to the fullest.

"Of course not, Doctor," he said. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to control my reactions."

"You really do need some self-control," she said, playing with him while she talked. "Okay, knees up."

"Why?"

"I need to do a rectal exam, of course," she said in her best, most formal voice. "It's part of the procedure." She slipped her arm beneath his legs and lifted his knees. Then, his eyes never leaving her hands, she slowly smoothed on a pair of latex gloves. "Don't worry. I'll use lots of lubricant. I need to check your prostate."

Pam repositioned the lamp until it shone directly on his hairy ass-cheeks, then found a tube of K-Y Jelly on the desk and squeezed a large dollop into her palm. Slowly she rubbed her fingers in it, trying not to smile as he stared at her hands, eyes wide. "Do you have to do that?" he asked. She knew the heat on his buttocks was exciting him still further.

"Of course," she said. "Now just relax. I promise I won't hurt you."

She parted his cheeks with one hand and slipped her lubricated finger between, finding his puckered anus. "Just relax," she said again, pushing her finger into him. Then she pressed on his lower abdomen with the other so he could feel every movement of the digit inside him, hand brushing his cock, now dribbling precome onto his belly.

She knew he couldn't hold out much longer so she said, "Remember your manners, Mr. Forbes. No ejaculation."

That did it. As she found and rubbed his prostate he came, semen erupting from his cock and spurting all over his hairy chest. She slowly withdrew her finger and pulled off her gloves. "That completes the exam," she said. "I hope you found it informative."

He couldn't control his trembling body. "God," he said, "that was amazing"—he paused—"Doctor."

"There's a shower across the hall if you want to use it to clean up after your exam."

"Not a chance. The slippery goo will remind me of this for hours yet. Thanks for a great exam. I might need another soon."

"I'll be happy to perform one for you anytime." For my usual fee, she thought, smiling.

Lin arrived early Christmas afternoon wearing a Santa hat at a jaunty angle, lugging a large, heavy box and carrying a shopping bag containing several smaller, gift-wrapped packages. "What in the world?"

"Open the big one and see," he said, pouring a glass of cabernet for each of them.

She stared at him. "I thought we'd agreed on no presents."

"We did. These aren't for you, they're presents for me."

Totally puzzled, she tore off the wrapping and read the words on the large cardboard box inside. "It's a massage table. Thanks, but I'm afraid I don't get it."

"Oh, you will get it." His smile had a slightly devious look to it. "Open the rest."

One by one, she opened the gaily wrapped packages. Toys. The boxes were filled with sex toys. She found a set of six soft, squishy dildos in assorted colors, two with wide flanges at the bottom, a vibrating dildo in bubble gum pink with an odd projection from its base that looked very like a rabbit with huge ears, an assortment pack of condoms, several with ticklers at the end and a few that were ribbed, and a bottle of Slippery Stuff-brand lubricant. "You're kidding."

His smile vanished. "I couldn't be more serious. If you're going to be in the business you need to get used to your tools. Like a carpenter knowing his hammer."

"I've played with lots of guys," she said, and added, with a wink, "and I think I know my tools."

He chuckled. "Okay, forget that. I want to play and I know you don't have the toys I want to play with, so I bought you some. Today, in honor of the holiday, I want you to be totally selfish. Wanna play with me?"

She'd never owned a sex toy just for herself, and she was fascinated and aroused by the collection in her lap. Selfish? Her? She'd never had sex just for her. It was always for her client. She didn't know what to say.

"You've always been puzzled as to why a woman would pay for sex. I want to show you yet again."

"You've already taught me a lot about great sex. You don't have to do anymore."

"I know that. Don't deny me my present. Wanna play?"

Pam slowly picked up her glass and touched the rim to Linc's. "What could be bad?"

"Great. Go turn up the heat and I'll set this sucker up," he said, hefting the large, heavy box. Linc was still wearing the Santa hat, with a bright red, long-sleeved T-shirt and tight jeans. Pam watched his body as he maneuvered the box into the center of the room. "Get me a bowl of warm water, would you?"

Within about twenty minutes Pam had helped Linc set up the table, put a bottle of oil into the water to warm, and set the toys out in a splendid yet gaudy array on the sofa. "Okay, get your clothes off and I'll get you a towel. To start with, of course."

She coyly turned her back, took off her clothes, and wrapped herself in the bath sheet he brought from the bathroom.

"Have I told you recently that you look hot in a towel?" He patted the leather surface of the table and she stretched out on it, resting her face in an indentation. He filled his palm with oil, rubbing his hands together to warm it, then began with her calves. Pam closed her eyes and surrendered herself to Linc's talented fingers, purring from the hedonistic pleasure of it. When he started to rub her toes she quickly discovered that feet in general and toes in particular were erogenous zones, and the feel of his thumb pressing deeply into her sole made her pussy twitch. Was it that movement or the fact that Linc was doing it?

He worked his way up her thighs, his fingers drifting close to her pussy but not touching it. The teasing was very effective and she made mental notes for the time she might do this to someone else.

Then he began on her shoulders. The core of her body was still draped in a towel which, right now, with the room so warm, she thought was silly, but still, even with Linc, who was intimately familiar with her body, there was an air of expectation. What would he touch next? What would he uncover?

He used oil to lubricate her arms and hands, then massaged each finger as though it were a cock, pulling and pressing, making her juices flow. Finally, after what seemed like a week, he slapped her lightly on the upper thigh. "Okay. Turn over."

As she did, she kept the towel positioned so it covered her from breasts to upper legs. Again he started on her legs and feet. As she lay there she realized that he was humming softly, enjoying what he was doing. A soft smile played on his face as he made love to her with his hands.

He moved on to her arms and shoulders again, then her face. He played with her ears, using his pinky to simulate fucking them. He stroked her cheekbones, her closed eyelids, her lips. When he slid his fingertips over them for the fifth time she opened her mouth and nipped at him.

Finally he lowered the towel and massaged her ribs, swirling over her breasts, just grazing her erect nipples. His teasing was starting to make her impatient and she moaned.

"Not just yet. I've got a few surprises in store," he said softly.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her right nipple and her eyes snapped open. She saw that he had fastened a clothespin-like nipple clamp onto her flesh.

"I wanted you to feel this before you rejected it, so I didn't show them to you earlier. If the pain isn't pleasurable, just tell me and we can stop anytime," he assured her, "but I think this might make you really hot."

Pain in her other nipple. The pain was not too intense and she felt her vaginal tissues swell and moisten still more. There was a chain between the two clips, and when Linc pulled on it the pain increased slightly. "Good?" he said, asking seriously.

She hated to admit it, but it was. She closed her eyes and said nothing, so he took that as her assent. Then he pulled the towel off altogether and slid his fingers through her pussy hair. She thrust her hips against his hand when he touched her clit but he backed off. "Not just yet, pet," he said.

He left her to consider the effect that the pain in her breasts was having on her body, then returned. "Raise your knees," he said, lifting her legs. Then he pressed something cold and hard between her inner lips and slowly pushed the dildo inside. "You're so wet," he said. "I'm glad this excites you. However, I don't want you to climax yet. There's much more I want to try."

In and out, in and out. "If you do that too much more I'm not going to be able to control myself," she groaned. He stopped, leaving the dildo in place. Then she felt another piece of plastic slippery against her anus. "Shit, Linc," she moaned as the second dildo slipped inside. "That makes me crazy."

"Good. That's my intention."

She heard the rustle of clothing as Linc stripped. "Now, I want mine," he said, moving so his fully erect cock was beside her face.

"You do, do you?" she said, reaching out, grabbing his cock and squeezing. "Will this do?" She pulled at him, then pushed her hand down his shaft from tip to base. Slowly she masturbated him and felt his cock grow still harder. Finally she pulled him to her open mouth and flicked her tongue over his cockhead. While she slowly sucked him into her mouth he played with the chain holding the nipple clamps together. She was so hot and she wanted him to fuck her, but she also wanted to give him the most pleasure she could with her mouth.

It was long minutes of mutual pleasuring before he finally said, "I'm going to come if you keep that up."

"That's what I intended."

"In your mouth?"

He'd always pulled out before climaxing before. "Merry Christmas," she said, scratching his testicles and sliding her finger backward and stroking the tender area between his balls and his anus. That was enough to drive him over the edge and he filled her mouth with semen. She swallowed what she could and allowed the remainder to slip out around the base of his erection.