One Shots

The Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Agreement [Straight]

The Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Agreement

Rachel gives one last sweep of lip-gloss before popping the tube in her bag and fluffing out her hair. This is it, she can't go back now...Well, okay, maybe there is still a little bit of time: If she leaves now that is. If she walks out of the toilets now, heads straight for the exit, gets in her car and drives off, that'll be it. She'll be back safely in her apartment, with a small fine for the cancelled appointment but her pride still intact. However...however there will be the possibility then that she'd ruined her one chance to fúck the gorgeous guy she's been lusting over for at least a year now. Sure their 'dates' were only once every 6 months and sure, it had been a very formal event but still! They have something, she knows it. She wants it.

No, she may not be a model or an actress or one of those gorgeous women that seem to float through the beautiful Californian city, but she is hot....in her own way.

Rachel smoothes the short, black, jumpsuit over her figure and gives a short breath of air out. Would he like this? Would he be attracted to her body? Would he like her confidence-or rather lack of?

All these insecurities and worries bubble inside Rachel but before she can make a bolt for the exit and forget the whole crazy scheme, she hears the receptionist outside calling her name.
With one last glance in the mirror, she strides outside and makes her presence known.

"Okay, go on in honey and would you tell him, Shelia's got to go now," calls the middle-aged woman referring to herself.

"Sure," nervously smiles Rachel and shuffles into the waiting lounge.
"Are you okay, sweetheart? Nervous?" kindly smiles the woman, pushing her papers into her handbag.
"Um...N-no, I'm okay," replies Rachel trying to project some confidence, even if it is fake. The woman hesitates for a moment before nodding and sending her down to her Obstetrician-Gynecologist. At 24, Rachel had presumed herself too young to have one and she had protested this concern to her mother previously. Only her dearest mother, true to her nature, was paranoid she would show signs of ovarian cancer just as her Aunt previous to deceasing had. To appease her Rachel had agreed to the twice a year check-ups which were uncomfortable to say the least, and not just because of her handsome doctor.

The silver nameplate fixed on the door is engraved with the words 'Dr. C. Garner', something she's been seeing for a couple of years now and even though before they brought on the feelings of nervousness, today it's just amplified. She knocks on the door and patiently waits for him to call her in.

His voice is deep with a twang of a Spanish accent from his mother's side. She remembers him telling her this once when she'd been fascinated with his dark hair, tanned complexion but light blue eyes. Those eyes still captivate her to this day, causing her to stumble and mumble like some pre-pubescent teenager gazing upon her first crush.

As Rachel enters he swivels his chair around and beams up at her with his sparkling white teeth.

"Miss Larner, you're looking lovely today. Special day?" he politely asks making light conversation.

"Uh...something like that," she replies with a nervous grin. She wants to chicken out. Chicken out now, since she can see that he's clearly not affected by her. She's not sure what she was expecting but somewhere in her mind she was possibly expecting stunned silence; and then for him to just swoop her into his arms and passionately make out. It's a little disheartening for her to now see him still making the same light conversation and smiling professionally.
"Wonderful. Here you are," he easily smiles handing her one of the standard robes and pointing towards the curtained area for her to disrobe privately.