Page 11 of Doctor's Demands
“Push?” he asks with a grin that shows the gaps he has between his front teeth. “No, not push. Test. Her limits just need to be tested for her to grow into what I need her to be.”
Another man joins us at the spot in front of the two-way mirror the bidders all sit behind while the women walk around on the other side. The stage is set up like a Roman auction block. Trainers lead them around on leashes. And the way Petra walks, with her head held high and her body poised, is remarkable for someone who has never done this before.
A thin man with a long mustache takes a seat at the front, with me and the man who I’ll be competing with to win Petra. “I heard you two talking about my little beauty, Petra Bakari. I hope you won’t be disappointed when I win her.”
It’s crazy how quickly my skin prickles with heat that spreads through me as if a wildfire has just been set. “And what would you do with the new, young thing?” I ask him.
“I have medical kinks. Sounding is one of my favorite things to do and have done to me. I’d have to teach her, of course. It’s not on her list, but I’m sure if I get her to do it to me, then she’ll let me do it to her too. I have a complete gynecological set up at my place.”
“You live in Portland?” the old guy asks.
The man twirls the end of his dark mustache. “I do.”
I decide to ask him a question too. “And you’re a gynecologist?”
“No, I’m a computer programmer. But my kinks are in that department. I’ve spent quite a lot of money setting up my little office at home, and I’ve been dying to get a woman who will play with me. This will be my first purchased female.”
“Congratulations,” the old guy says as he high fives the little freak.
I lean back in my comfortable chair and try not to think bad thoughts about the men, but I can’t help it. One wants to make her his patient for the next three months, and the other wants to push her until she does what he wants her to. It makes me sick and mad at the same time.
I have to win her, or she’ll end up with one of these weirdos!
All three of us shut our mouths as Petra is brought up for inspection. The trainer has her in a set of handcuffs and places a lilac-colored blindfold over her eyes. He instructs her to kneel and she does so with no hesitation. He moves around her, pulling her up to where she’s on her hands and knees and runs his hands over her ass, then spanks her five times. She doesn’t move as he pushes the dress up, exposing her naked ass and inserting one finger into her vagina, bringing it back out glistening with her juices.
The spanking has made her wet and I hear the old man sucking in his breath as he says, “Good. I like to spank and she likes to get spanked.” I watch as he rubs his cock that’s swelling under his black tuxedo pants. “I want to make her my bratty little girl who does things to get into trouble, just so she can feel my strong hand connecting with her sweet ass. And her ass is sweet. I can’t wait to taste that pussy of hers.”
My stomach knots as I listen to him talk about the woman who’s been in my head so strongly since the moment I saw her picture. “Her profile says that impact play is a soft limit for her. That means she’ll do it, but she doesn’t like to,” I say, to detour the creep.
“She’ll learn to like it,” he tells me, with a crooked grin that’s more than a bit evil. “When she gets my fat cock after every spanking, she’ll actually ask me for it, the way all the others have.”
I keep my thoughts to myself, but would love to let him know that’s only, because of the lavish amount of money he must give them. “I see.”
My attention is turned as the trainer moves Petra to lie on her back and pushes the dress up so that we can see her pussy, which is bare and beautiful. He spreads her legs wide so all can see her personal areas and for the first time ever, I feel horrible for someone being treated this way.
“I don’t think this part is really necessary,” I find myself saying out loud.
“Nonsense,” the little twerpy mustached man says. “I think it’s great. Not only do we get to see what the women has going on there, but this also shows me that this one has no aversion to being examined—something I plan to do to her a lot. A whole lot! Oh, the things I’ll insert into her! I’m so excited to get started. Will the bidding begin soon?”
“In about an hour or so,” the old dude says. “We have to look at them all. How many more do you have picked out; in case you don’t get Petra?” he asks the little guy.
“Two. But I really want the exotic looking, Petra.”
They look at me and I simply look back at them. “What makes you think I’m bidding on her? She has nothing going on for her. I’m sure she’ll freak out right away and run off before anything good can even happen. She’s a waste of time and money, in my opinion.”
The two smile as they look at one another, then the old guy says, “Good. Then it’s only you and me who will compete for her. That’ll mean we have to put up less money.”
I move away from the men. My skin is crawling with disgust for them both. Retreating to a far corner, as Petra has been taken off the stage and has to sit and wait while another woman is shown off, I sit down and think about my summer plans.
I saw two new restaurants I plan on visiting while I’m here. There was also a new club I saw when I drove in from the airport. I rented a very nice hotel suite and am already set up there.
My nights will be filled with fine dining and some club hopping. I’ll most likely find a different woman for each night, take them to my hotel room, fuck them silly, then send them on their way.
The next day, I can come see my little sex kitten, do my thing, then leave her alone while I go see the sights. Alone. Blissfully alone, and with this frustration that’s filled me beginning to ebb.
All I need is a woman who I can fuck, then leave with no remorse. Is that too much to ask?
If I could have a woman for that all the time, I can’t imagine all I could accomplish. So many times, I ache to get some sexual relief without the need for a relationship and all the damn talking that goes with that.
