Trouble in Hell (Hell Night 1)

She smiles then stares at the ceiling as I gently massage circles on each breast, ignoring the stirring in my body.

“Are you doing self-exams every month?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes.”

I close the gown back over her chest. “Everything is good here. No lumps or malformations.”

I step back as she sits up. She scoots her butt down to the end of the bed, knowing what’s coming next, and her feet move to the stirrups. I wash my hands again and slip on a pair of gloves.

“A couple more inches, Amelia,” I tell her as I take a seat on a stool and roll closer to the end of the bed. There’s a sheet still covering her lower half. Susan pushes a small cart with the tools I need closer to me.

I take the end of the sheet and push it up over her knees. The first sight of her spread out in front of me, her rosy cunt lips on display, has me wanting to lick my lips. I look past the deliciousness and check her labia for any lesions.

My mind attempts to turn to dirty thoughts, like leaning forward and breathing in Amelia’s musky scent, but I’m able to change the direction of them by asking her, “How are you feeling since you started taking those vitamins I suggested at your last visit?”

“Much better actually. Even Danny says my energy level has increased.”

I grab the speculum and lubricant from the cart beside me. “There’s gonna to be a bit of pressure, Amelia. Just take a deep breath for me.”

Inserting the speculum, I advance it so her inner walls widen enough for me to collect a sample against her cervix.

“How is Danny, by the way?”

She clears her throat before answering. “He’s good. Just got a raise at the bank.”

“I bet that’ll come in handy. Almost done.”

I set the cervical brush in the sample pot before gently pulling the speculum out. My eyes linger a fraction of a second longer than necessary before I pull the sheet down to cover Amelia. She immediately takes her feet from the stirrups and sits up. Her face is flushed. I get up and turn away to deposit my gloves in the trash, giving myself a minute for my body to wilt.

“Doesn’t Sophia have a birthday coming up soon?” Susan asks as she secures the sample. “She’ll be five, right?”

Amelia’s face lights up at the mention of her daughter. “Yes. Next week.”

I hear the smile in Susan’s voice. “Seems like it was just yesterday I was helping Dr. Trayce deliver that precious baby.”

Paper crinkles as Amelia moves. “They grow up way too fast.”

“They certainly do. Make sure you bring her by the office next week sometime. We’ll have a little something for her here from all of us.”

“Thanks, Susan. That’s very sweet of you.”

I grab the file off the counter where I set it when I came into the room and turn back. “Alright, Amelia, you’re good to go. We’ll call if there’s any concerns. If not, we’ll see you back here in two months for your next birth control shot.”

“Oh, well, actually, Danny and I were talking about maybe trying for another baby.”

“In that case, change your appointment to three months from now and we’ll see how things are progressing from there.”

“Okay. Thank you, Dr. Trayce.”

I leave the ladies in the room and head to my office. Unbuttoning the sleeves to my dress shirt, I roll them to my elbows in anticipation of the Texas heat that’ll greet me as soon as I walk out of the building. Grabbing my cell phone, keys, and wallet out of my desk, I flip the light switch off and leave my office. Susan is closing room two’s door, having just left Amelia to redress.

“I’m heading out. Is there anything you need before I leave?”

“No. You go ahead. Everything is finished up for the day. As soon as Amelia’s done, I’ll clean the room and be out of here myself.”

One of the many benefits of living in a town the size of Malus is not having to work full days if it’s not warranted. Amelia was the last patient for the day, and unless there’s an emergency, there’s no sense in staying open. Everyone in town has my number if anyone should need medical attention.

Walking out through the front office door, I’m blasted with a wave of humidity. The sun is blaringly bright overhead, but thankfully there’s a small breeze that makes the heat almost bearable. I look across the street and see the Sheriff walking toward his cruiser. He spots me and changes directions.