All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

The bartender looked familiar, but Dottie couldn’t place him. “Hey, Dottie, you remember me? Tyler, we met last Friday.”

“God, you idiot, don’t remind her of that. Dottie, he was one of the agents at Quantico, and he’s one of my partners here. You can say hi and talk to him.”

“Yeah, Dottie, don’t talk without permission, he’ll wallop on your ass if you do,” Tyler told her.

Dottie didn’t know if he was teasing or not, so she just smiled and said, “Hi.”

After introducing her to several people at the bar, including Tracy and Dillon, who had conducted her forensic interview, he took her back to his office.

Grabbing his toy bag, he led her to the private rooms. “There are several themed rooms for role play,” he told her as he showed her a room that looked like a sultan’s tent in the desert, a Victorian room, a medical room, a school room, and several others.

“Any fantasy you want to play we can, and if we don’t have a room outfitted for it, we have a huge prop room and can accommodate almost anything in one of the plain rooms.”

Dottie just nodded and smiled, wondering where he was taking her and what he had planned for the night.

After he finished showing her all the rooms, Derek led her back to the medical room. “I reserved this for tonight,” he told her, grinning. “I think you need a touch up on the shave I gave you last weekend, and a rectal exam by the doctor is in need.”

Leading her into the room, he told her, “I want you to strip and put this on.” Handing her a hospital gown, he said, “Open in the front, don’t tie it, then get up on the table and put your legs in the stirrups. I’ll adjust them so that they are comfortable for you.”

As he was saying this, he was removing his clothing and putting on doctor’s scrubs, apparently he was taking this fantasy thing seriously.

Dottie followed his instructions and was soon on the table, legs spread in the stirrups just as instructed.

Derek walked up to her and said, “I see you are due for your annual exam, Ms. Chapman, any complaints I need to know about?”

Smiling and getting into her role, Dottie answered, “Oh, Dr. Moore, I been having the biggest pain in my ass.” She almost giggled.

“Well, Ms. Chapman, I’ll make sure we look at that, but before I do. I believe we should shave you to make sure I can see everything I need to.”

Remembering the experience in the shower, Dottie grinned and answered, “Thank you, Dr. Moore.”

Derek walked away from her and she could hear water running and objects being placed on some surface. Soon he was back with a metal cart, on which she could see a bowl of water and could tell there were several objects under a towel.

Whistling, Derek moved so that he was standing between her legs and placed a warm towel over her mound. Walking to her side, he parted her gown a

nd asked, “Have you had a breast exam in the last year, Ms. Chapman?”

“No, Dr. Moore,” Dottie answered. This was more fun than she thought it would be. Imagine grown-up doctor. She never played it this way when she was a kid.

Derek pulled on a pair of latex exam gloves and said, “Relax, Ms. Chapman, this won’t hurt, much.”

Dottie shivered in anticipation as he gently placed a hand on each breast. He moved his hands slowly around her breasts until he had touched every inch, working from the base to the nipples. When he reached her nipples he pinched and pulled them, bringing them to taut peaks. “I believe these need a little extra attention, Ms. Chapman.” He grinned and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth while pinching and pulling the other one.

When he had Dottie moaning and writhing on the table, he pulled a pair of nipple clamps out of his pocket, applying them quickly, he walked to stand between her legs again.

Him and his pockets, she thought, remembering her afternoon on the cross and how he kept finding objects to torture her with in those pockets.

Derek was standing between her legs and she couldn’t see what he was doing. He had moved the table behind him and she had no idea what he was up to.

Standing between Dottie’s legs, Derek couldn’t believe how beautiful she was and that, for now at least, she was his. He was going to work on making that permanent. He would have her, forever.

Pulling the towel off the things he had placed on the table, Derek picked a medium-sized butt plug and a tube of lube. Looking at Dottie, he said, “I believe you said you needed a rectal exam, Ms. Chapman?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Dottie squealed as he pushed a lubed finger into her bottom hole.

Arching off the table, Dottie moaned and closed her eyes. What was this man going to do to her?

“Ms. Chapman, I believe this hole needs a little stretching before I can perform a thorough exam. I’m going to insert a plug before we do your shave and pelvic.”