After a moment he pulled back, out of breath. “There,” he said, panting. “You’re very good at that. Nothing to worry about at all. You’ll know what to do for next time. Here.” He lead her from her desk and guided her toward his.
“But, I don’t—“
“It’s okay,” he said, standing in front of her. His hands found her button on her jeans and he undid them, pushing them to the floor. She kicked her flip flops off and stepped out of them, suddenly aware she had not been wearing any panties that day. “As a doctor, you’re going to need to know how to interact with your female patients as well. You’re going to want to be able to relate to them when they tell you about their clitoris.” He slid her panties off her hips, then pulled her shirt over her head. Her arms came up willingly enough. This was happening too fast, and, head spinning, pussy aching, she let it.
*Whore,* she thought as he gripped her breast in one hand and took the nipple of her other in his mouth. *You’re a fucking whore who will suck and fuck and let yourself be touched.* The thought excited her.