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It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul, some hidden secret, some hidden desire, a whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In a modern society, such passions are easily submerged and forbidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes these dark passions do surface, either with the individual’s consent or without it.
The Lady Plays Doctor is a dramatic representation of a woman-in this case a young woman doctor-who dares to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore. She finds it impossible to continue to keep her fantasies under control, and she plays them out to the fullest. And meanwhile, her day-to-day routine continues. But the nagging doubts increase with her growing depravity, and the young woman begins to wonder if she is willing or able to face the consequences of her actions. Her story is a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to “let it all hang out”.
Joyce Carruthers, M.D., her pussy throbbing unexpectedly, stood near-nude and trembling on the scales as the big man leaned close over her shoulder and said, “A hundred and eight pounds. Good weight for your height, and you sure do have it in the right places.”
He was a little drunk and so was she. Following her long trip from the big city, he had welcomed her to her new job in his medical office with a bottle of champagne. Joyce had not known how to refuse to drink it with him. She had not wanted to refuse it at the time. After years of college and medical school, champagne seemed like quite an appropriate way to begin her rather unusual internship.
And before the cork had been popped, Dr. Philip Morgan, the man she was to practice under for the next year, had seemed to be only professionally friendly toward her. He had congratulated her on her early graduation from medical school, had talked about the opportunities in interning and practicing in Roseville, and he had seemed to be the perfect gentleman there in his office in the big old frame building in the heart of town.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GE-1042 in the original publications (a duplicate).