'Doc Juan'

Chapter 20

"Get dressed! Get offa Mrs. O'Reilly!" Elle cried out, rushing into his clinic while he was busy examining the extremely horny and incredibly desperate Mrs. O'Reilly. "I thought she turned ya down the last time ya brought up the idea of a threesome. " she heard the middle aged woman whisper to the doctor who lay beneath her on the examination table. "Aye, she said it grossed her out. Maybe, she's come around...changed er mind bout it?" a hopeful Dr. Miller suggested, bringing up his offer of a threesome again. "Just find your clothes an' put em on. Mumsy finished her shopping early an' thought she'd see where we worked. I can't have mumsy bursting in here an' finding you at work atop your patient!" Elle ordered, looking around in disgust at the strewn clothes on the clinic floor and spotting the doctor's lab coat amid them, immediately tossing it over to him as he quickly shot Mrs. O'Reilly an apologetic look before rolling out from under her half-naked body. "Actually, I was on top. Dr. Miller knows I like it that way!" Mrs. O'Reilly called out cheekily behind Elle, although she chose to ignore the cheeky comment as she frantically dashed out to distract mumsy in order to buy her fake boyfriend enough time to make himself presentable.
"Is this the clinic? Oh, lovely! It's so clean!" an impressed mumsy praised, as she looked around the clinic which was now devoid of any adulterous activity. "That's how I like it. Neat, clean an' sterile! Unlike, this one's apartment!" he boasted, taking the opportunity to bash her cleaning skills. "Well, you wouldn't believe how gross it was in here before we arrived, mumsy!" Elle shot back, flashing Dr. Miller a look that seemed to say: Oh, yeah! Two can play at this game. "Aww...look at you two...bickerin like a cute ol...oh! Who's this?" Mumsy cooed, only to be interrupted by Mrs. O'Reilly (who they thought was long gone) bursting in suddenly and pushing past her. "Dr. Miller, I almost forgot! Here's my new number in case you need to...ya know, make a house call, yeah?" she whispered, palming him a piece of paper and biting her lower lip seductively while mumsy raised an eyebrow at the woman's suggestive behavior towards her beloved daughter's boyfriend. "Uh...doctor, what exactly did that lady come in with? She didn't look sick to me..." mumsy enquired suspiciously, as soon as Mrs. O'Reilly left. "Uhm..uh...Retrograde, retroactive Colombian measles. Patient doesn't necessarily show the symptoms, but believe me, I'm the one who diagnosed it the first time around an' wrote all about it in the Scottish medical journal. I'll be sure to show us the article someday." he lied expertly, on noticing Elle's nervousness. "She was rather flirty for a sickly lady! You're not keepin that, are ya? Looked like she wanted more than a checkup from you, doctor! Wouldn't want her takin advantage of the love of my Elle's life." mumsy cautioned, noticing him pocket the paper with her digits on it. "Mumsy, she's just a patient..." he attempted to explain, hesitant to get rid of her number. "Pish-posh, mumsy! No-one's stealin this lady-killer from me anytime soon! You were gonna throw it away, werentcha, love?" Elle interjected quickly, smiling as she inched closer to Dr. Miller and wrapped her arms protectively around him. Taken aback by the light kiss she planted on his lips just to shut him up, he let go of the lipstick-stained paper which fluttered away and made its way to the bin. He was disappointed as she pulled away from him. "Right...sure! I'm not the cheatin type, ma'am. Ya can be sure o' that! No-one's stealin me away from er. Even if they do, I'm gonna come back...for a giant snog! C'mere, you!" Dr. Miller promised, taking the opportunity to pull the surprised receptionist in for another kiss. This time, a longer one that made mumsy blush and decide to leave the two alone as they continued to snog.
They gave up the kissing act as soon as the old woman was outta sight. "That was a close call! I think the coast is clear. I'll distract mumsy while ya dig through the trash for her number, doctor! " Elle offered, preparing to leave on seeing him desperately eye the trash for any signs of the little paper with the number he craved to dial. "Right...yes, thanks!" he cried out in agreement, his eyes lighting up with glee on hearing her suggestion.
She'd just reached for the door handle when she felt his hand clutch hers and pull her back towards him. "I just wanted to say...you've really gotten good at the kissin bit, that's all." he complimented, assuring her that she was playing her role of the fake girlfriend to a T. "Yeah...I just followed your tips, doctor. Ya know, those notes ya gave me: Be spontaneous, mind the tongue, control the saliva...all that." she thanked him politely for his tips on the perfect liplock. "Well, if you'd stuck around for the practicals, you'd have learnt a lot more!" he remarked with a cheeky grin, returning to his flirtatious self. "I don't think that second kiss was necessary though..." she muttered, still reeling from their kiss. "I thought it'd up the romance factor. An' ya know...now, don't take this as an inappropriate comment cuz I mean it as a compliment an'...I don't wanna be sued for sexual harassment...." he began to ramble, before finally spitting it out - "You've got luscious lips. Couldn't resist!" "That...that's the weirdest an' nicest thing any of my bosses has said to me ever. Your lips aren't bad themselves....especially when they're used for something other than spoutin cheesy one-liners!" she found herself say to him after an awkward silence, taken aback and blushing on hearing his praise. "Right...I'll just go then. Wouldn't wanna keep mumsy waitin. Don't be long, yeah?" she whispered , deciding to leave him in the privacy of his clinic so he could begin his search and rescue operation in order to retrieve Mrs. O'Reilly's digits from the bin.