Bianca's pov
I shrugged my shoulders nervously and replied, "I just don't think I can go through with this examination today. Thanks for taking the time to see me anyway. I'm really sorry to have wasted your valuable time and kept you here after hours." I couldn't bring myself to explain that hearing him with his previous patient had completely freaked me out. I turned my body to leave once again, desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze, but I instantly felt his strong, warm grip wrap firmly around my wrist, effectively stopping me in my tracks.
The unexpected physical contact made me quiver from head to toe. His touch sent an electric current through my entire body that I wasn't prepared for. He looked deeply into my eyes and said in a surprisingly gentle tone, "Please, come in and at least talk to me before you decide to leave. We don't even have to do an examination today if you're not comfortable." My heartbeats immediately accelerated in an unstable, erratic rhythm that felt dangerously close to a panic attack. My body felt strangely cold on the outside like I'd been dunked in ice water, but from the inside, it was burning hot like hellfire was consuming what little remained of my resolve and self-control. Something powerful seemed to be controlling my actions, and I was rapidly losing the ability to guide my own body and make rational decisions in his presence.
I finally managed to pull my hand away from his surprisingly gentle grip and walked with what I hoped looked like confidence toward the examination chair across the room. I sat down stiffly and blurted out without thinking, "Just so you know, you need to be gentle with me during the examination. I'm a virgin and I've never done this before." As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to crawl under the chair and disappear from embarrassment.
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### **Dr. Adrian's POV**
Once I finished with Emily, my horny patient, I washed my hands and asked her to leave. She may have left with a broken heart, but at least I'd sent her on her way with a relaxed and satisfied pussy and asshole. It had been a fast session, considering what I am used to giving a woman. I usually take more than an hour, but this time I made it quick, not just because there was a new patient waiting outside, but also because I was tired and I wanted to go home soon.
I adjusted myself and called my assistant to let the last client come in. What happened when she came in, though, was weird. It had never happened to me before. When she stepped inside, I didn't look at her right away. I was finishing my last report and adding the daily statistics into the computer. I am a successful gynecologist, and the best in my field. I care a lot about my reputation as a doctor. I am known as a playboy and a womanizer, but because of my work, I am never held accountable for my actions. Women travel thousands of miles for me to do their monthly check-ups, not only because they desire me; not all of them are slutty like Emily. Others come because I am truly the most talented gynecologist there is. Some newspapers and magazines have written about my successful and remarkable research. I have a master's degree as a gynecologist, and the vagina was the topic of my final papers. I am like a famous actor, and often actresses come to me for their check-ups. All of my patients are incredibly rich because you have to pay 500 dollars for one of my sessions. I am one of the highest paid doctors in the world, and I make considerably more than any other gynecologist.
I didn't hear a single word from my new patient when she walked through the door, which made me stop what I was doing and turn around to see what was going on. My new patient, it seemed, was on her way out. I couldn't see her face, but her back and legs were enough that I could tell how sexy she looked. Her black long hair, braided, hung past her waistline. Her rounded ass looked perfect; a peach ripe for the plucking—or fucking. Her small waist made me want to grab her from behind and have my way with her, but I stopped myself and asked her where she was going. "Please have a seat," I said.
I wanted to see her face, and I wanted to see her vagina. I could be patient, though. Of course, she wanted me to see her vagina too. Otherwise, why would she have paid five hundred dollars for her visit? I wondered why she was leaving. I thought that she was angry because I ignored her at first. I had looked so busy and she had seen me taking care of some of the documents in front of me, so maybe she thought that I didn't have time for her. She turned her body slowly and stared at me blankly. Her face was red, but she didn't look horny. I can usually tell if someone is shy or not, but she was unreadable to me.
Once her eyes connected, my mind turned to jelly. It was as if I had never seen a beautiful woman before. I was like a teenage boy. I had forgotten how to talk to girls, and the prospect of touching this girl's vagina made my palms sweaty. Seeing how nervous I was, she cleared her throat and said, "I think that I will come again another day." I couldn't resist the sparks in the air, though. Nervously, I made the first move. In an attempt to prevent her from walking away, I held her wrist and said, "Please have a seat." She sighed as if she was calming herself down and thinking again about leaving the room or not. Finally, she nodded and walked to the patient's chair and sat down. A smile came to my face, but it didn't last. Once she was seated, she looked at me and said, "I'm a virgin." Her words shocked me and cemented me to the floor.