Dr. August

Walk-In

Alysha

I walked through the automatic sliding doors of this tall, tan building in the heart of Atlanta. I walked over to the sign that displayed office numbers assigned to their designated owners. Floor 17, top floor. No room number? Okay. I walked ahead and pressed the button to go up on the elevator.

I waited a few seconds, then I heard it coming down.

Ding.

The doors opened and out walked a beautiful Hispanic with a curvy body. If I could, I would fuck her senseless right here, right now.

She smiled at me, and asked with her thick accent, "Are you here to see Dr. August?"

I nodded my head in response.

She stood next to me and whispered in my ear, "Maybe one day we can come in together. He enjoys doing joint appointments."

I bit my lip and looked at her. She slipped her hand in the butt pocket of my ripped skinny jeans, then pulled her hand out and walked out of the building.

"Damn," I muttered to myself as I watched her walk away. I heard the elevator door begin to ding as the doors were beginning to close. I ran in quickly and pressed 'floor 17' and waited for the elevator to take me to my destination. I felt something poking me inside my jeans pocket and fished it out. I furrowed my eyebrows together. A business card?

"Stephanie Fuentes"

It had her number, email, and school she worked at. High school counselor...

Ding.

The elevator finally came to a stop at the top floor and the doors opened up. I walked out skeptically and walked straight to the only door with a sign on it.

"August Headquarters"

Wow, this man must take his job seriously. I grabbed the handle hesitantly and opened it up seeing a blonde woman smiling up at me from behind a desk.

"Hello ma'am. Do you have an appointment?" I walked up to the desk and took a deep breath.
"Um, no I'm new here. Does he take walk-ins?"
"Why yes he does. Lucky for you, today's pretty open for him. Sign in here then just take a seat anywhere and we'll get you situated."

I grabbed a flower pen and signed my name. Alysha Anderson. I smiled back at her and took a seat.

"Dr. August, we have a new patient. She's a walk-in. Dr. August, we have a new patient," her voice spoke through the intercom.

My leg began to shake involuntarily. I dont know why I'm so nervous. I've had sex before. Nothing new. I just don't know what the hell is going to happen.

I heard the door open and close. I looked up to see a gorgeous caramel skin man in a black suit. If you couldn't tell, I like both sides of the road (wink wink). Anyways, he walked over the desk where I signed in, and grabbed the clipboard. He began to talk to her and he looked at me, rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back to the woman behind the desk. I grabbed my hair nervously and began to play with my curls. I heard the door close once again and I saw another gorgeous man with very curly hair on top of his head. He walked over to the man in the suit and dapped him up. He looked at the clipboard. "Larissa Cooper," he spoke with a slight accent. A woman with deep red hair stood up from a chair that was tucked away in the back corner. I didn't notice her before, but I'm glad I did now. THAT ASS!! She smiled at the curly haired man as he grabbed her hand taking her to the hall. I watched her was jiggle in the sundress she was wearing. I began to feel uncomfortable as I felt eyes on me. I looked up at the lightskin man, then quickly looked down as our eyes met. I heard him chuckle then within seconds, he was standing over me. I didn't even hear his footstps.

"Are you Alysha?" His sexy voice spoke with authority, which was enough to make a girl beg for him to rip her clothes off and fuck her.

"Y-yes," I stuttered.
"Come with me sweetheart."
I stood up and noticed his hand was held out. I put my shaky tan hand in his and we walked out of the office.

We took a right then walked down 5 doors to a wooden door. It said 'Dr. A' on it. "Relax," he cooed in my ear.

He opened the door and we walked in. There was a desk with a big chair behind it and a slightly smaller chair sitting in front of it.

"Take a seat Alysha. I need to get you to sign an agreement. Then I will be asking you things to see what types of limits you have."

I took a deep breath and sat down in the smaller chair.