Welcome to E. Mayberry

Holy shit. That’s no answer from an ordinary man. You’ve thought about this before.

I crossed my legs, so I could feel my pussy pinch closed. Something about the way he focused on the word nipples made me wet. I wanted a little tension between my legs.

“How long has it been since you were last…excited?” I asked.

He went to loosen his tie but it was already slack.

“Hot?” I asked.

“It’s umm, it’s been a while. But let’s get back to your story.”

“It’s a long one,” I promised.

“I’ve got time.”

“As do I. And maybe if you’re here long enough I might entertain you with a glass of wine and my silhouette.”

“You talk a big game,” he said.

“You’ve seen my films,” I reminded him. “If you still think it’s all talk, you should let your cock know.”

I nodded my head at his lap to hint that he might want to look that way. He did and saw what I saw. He was solid in his slacks, his head clearly identifiable by the thick ridge that separated it from the stem of his cock.

“Let me get back to my story,” I said.

“I stayed in the hospital for a few days. And each day the good doc came to see me. Dr. Sebastian Reese. He liked to be called Bastian.

Bastian asked me questions about myself. Things no man ever asked me. He wanted to know my favorite color and my favorite animal. Who the hell asks someone’s favorite animal? But I loved it. He really wanted to know me.

It was strange, I thought, but I played along. Anything that would allow me to stare into his eyes and gaze at his handsome face was okay by me. The more questions he asked, the more time he was going to spend with me.

When he wasn’t around, I spent my time alone thinking of questions to ask when he arrived, questions that might cause him to stick around longer. The strange thing is, with Dr. Bastian it was never sexual. For once in my life, a man seemed to be into me and it had nothing to do with my reputation.

I did wonder if he knew that I was in the adult film industry. Most men that I knew watched porn and I knew a couple of doctors who were both into it, one had even quit his day job to fuck beautiful women on screen.

One day, when he was off duty, Dr. Bastian came to the hospital to see me. He wore jeans and a white linen shirt, so fucking fresh and crisp that I wanted to eat him alive. He said he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me being alone and wanted to stop by to see if I’d thought of any new questions for him. That’s when I decided to finally ask him. I wanted to know the truth. Was he hanging out with me because he wanted to get some or did he have a real interest in me? Or was it something different altogether? I needed to know.

“Do you know what I do for a living?” I asked him. “Or did? I’m quitting.”

“Hmm, quitting…are you a drug dealer?” he joked.

“You got me,” I said. “Have you ever heard of Madame Blow? I’m the top distributor on the West Coast.”

Joking about drugs instantly brought back memories of Eric and I felt bad. Making fun of drugs and addiction felt like I was making fun of cancer or something, a sickness that had taken someone important to me.

He patted my knee and I looked up to see that he had a corner of his mouth scrunched up, like he was chewing on his lip.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Sorry. Just…memories.”

“You don’t need to tell me anything if you don’t want to. In here, with me, your slate is wiped clean. We deliver babies all the time. Think of this as your rebirth.”

That meant so much to me. It meant more than any other words I’d ever heard in my entire life.

“I think I want to tell you,” I said.

“Look,” he said. “If you decide to that’s okay. If you can handle it. But I’ve seen your wrists and I’ve examined you several times. I think I already know what you’re going to tell me.”