by Claire Adams
"Miss Brightwood? Right this way." Obediently, I followed her to a private consultation room. She politely asked me a few questions and pointed to a chair. "Dr. Steinmann will be right with you."
"Should I go ahead and change?" I set my purse on the floor and reached for the paper gown lying on a nearby bench.
"No, not yet. Is this your first time with this doctor?"
"Yes," I nodded. "I'm not sure how all this works."
The older woman smiled knowingly. "You are in good hands. I only get to work with him when he is in the area but all of his patients love him. Dr. Steinmann likes to consult first, then do a physical exam and then consult again, answering any questions you might have. At the end, if you two decide to schedule any procedure, I will come back and take your blood. We have to have a full work up before we do anything. He will be right in. Make yourself comfortable."
That was easier said than done. I only had to wait a few minutes before I heard a light tap at the door. "Yes?" I answered. Dr. Steinmann walked in and I caught my breath. He was even more handsome in person and definitely not short. He flashed a brilliant smile and extended his hand. "Miss Brightwood?"
"Please call me Lilly." I shook his hand trying not to notice how warm it felt.
"Alright, Lilly. I’m happy to meet you. Let's talk for a few minutes. Tell me how I can help you." He sat in a rolling chair across from me. God he smells good! Okay, put your game face on—you aren't a teenager, Lil.
"You were recommended by a friend—Amanda Dixon? Auburn hair, purple eyes? Likes to talk a lot?"
"Yes, I do remember Miss Dixon." He grinned even bigger.
"She says that you are the best and since I only want the best for this sensitive procedure, you were the first doctor I called."
"Thank you. So what did you have in mind, Lilly?" He flipped through the papers in the folder.
"I would like fuller breasts, not freakishly large, mind you, but a little bigger. This is kind of a splurge for me and I promise you Dr. Steinmann, I have thought about this for a long time. I'm not a whim person."
Dr. Steinmann looked at me curiously. "That is good to hear. I'd like to ask you some questions, then take your current measurements and then I will give you a physical assessment. Okay?"
"Sure, I'm an open book."
"How would you describe your physical activity level? Do you work out regularly or participate in some kind of sport?" He flipped through the papers. "I see you're in school at Trent University? Any sports there?"
"I took archery my freshmen year but no sports on campus right now, unless you count orchestra. But I do belong to a co-ed sports club, we get together on weekends usually, we go mountain biking, fishing, camping—anything outside. When it is too cold for that, I go to the campus gym. So I guess I would say that I am a 7, maybe an 8." I didn't want to toot my own horn but I tried to be honest.
Dr. Handsome made a note on his paper. I tried not to stare at him. "That's great! That means you will heal faster. Have you had any type of surgery before?"
"I broke my finger when I was kid. That's about it."
"Okay, how did that happen? Any problems with the surgery you can recall?"
"Oh, um, I jumped out of a tree and fell on my hand. No problems that I can remember. Pins in my hand for six weeks and that was it."
Dr. Steinmann laughed. "What possessed you to jump out of a tree?"
I gave him a rueful smile. "A boy I didn't like was sitting under it. I missed him completely. I'm a better shot now."
He laughed again. "Yes, and now you know how to use a bow and arrow!" I couldn't help but laugh too. I pushed curls out of my face. I noticed that I felt a little more relaxed. He's got a great bedside manner.
"Another question, what kind of work do you do? Are you a full time student or do you have a job? If you have something that involves repetitive motion, you might find work uncomfortable for about a month."
"No, I am a full time student but I do play the violin. I suppose that is some kind of repetitive motion. Will this affect how I play?" I suddenly felt a surge of panic. We had a series of summer concerts coming up. I was sure I would be excused for one or two performances but not more than that.
"Show me how you hold your instrument." I did as he asked pretending to hold a bow and a violin. I moved my arm playing a mock tune.
"Upper lateral muscle—you should be okay. Now if you played the cello, you might have a problem."
My eyes widened. "Why is that?"
"You can't carry anything over ten pounds for four weeks—a cello or even a trombone would be a problem." I could see he had a wicked sense of humor. I decided to play along. "So no tuba, either?"
"Not unless you plan on letting someone else hold and carry it for you. Although, you probably wouldn't have a problem convincing a fellow student to help you out. I personally don't think I could turn down a girl who played a tuba." Was he flirting with me? I half-laughed unsure of how to respond.
"Alright, well if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to check your heart and a few reflexes. Then I will step out and allow you to change. You can leave your bottoms on; I just need to examine your upper torso. Just put on the paper top. I will be back in a few minutes.” Dr. Steinmann pulled the curtain around the exam table and I stepped behind it. He left the room and I obediently took off my top and my bra and covered up with the paper top. Now when he said, leave on your bottoms, did he mean my underwear? Pants? Oh my gosh! This is embarrassing. Surely he meant take off all of it?
I stepped out of my shoes and pants and stood behind the curtain wearing a short paper robe. I fussed with the paper for a moment but it tore easily so I just wrapped it around me and sat waiting, half-naked for Dr. Steinmann.
Chapter Four
Bullet
Lilly Brightwood waited for me in the other room, topless and ready for my assessment. She was young, intelligent and naturally beautiful, a rare combination in my world. If her naked body proved to be as attractive and lovely as her skin and face, she would be a 10 in my book. Women like Lilly made it difficult to stay professional. I wondered if our ten-year age difference would matter to her; some 24-year-olds don’t like dating older men. I washed my hands and checked my hair in the mirror. Stay professional Bullet. This is only her first visit and she doesn’t appear to be anything like the others, needy, gullible and ready to please.
I waved at Patsy, the nurse and she followed me to the examination room. It was always good to have a witness with you on these first exams. It puts the patient at ease and protects me from lawsuits, which luckily I don’t have to deal with—well, not much anyway. I tapped lightly on the door and waited to hear, “Come in.”
“Okay, Miss Brightwood, I mean Lilly, this is my nurse Patsy. She’s here to help me take measurements and a few photographs. The photos will help me decide which procedure is best for your body type. Now, let’s take a look; if you could stand right here.” Lilly looked nervous but she did as I asked her to. I slid off the paper top and stared at her. Damn, she was beautiful. She had misunderstood me, she didn’t need to shed her skirt but she had. She stood before me wearing nothing but dark blue, satin panties and a gold anklet. I pushed aside the fantasies that invaded my brain. I could feel myself getting aroused and I was grateful, yet again, that I had on a long, white coat. I could hear Patsy snicker but I shot her a look. Don’t say a word.
“Okay, my hands might be a little cool but I promise to be quick. I am going to examine your breasts to get a feel for their shape; I need to see how much loose skin you have. That is going to determine how large you can go. I’d say right now you are a healthy B, almost a C, right?”
“Yes, I am a B. I’d like to go up a cup size, maybe two, if that’s possible.”
“Hmm…maybe. Could you lift your arms please?”
She did and I examined the perfect, golden skin under her arms. I touched the skin with my fingers, checking for elasticity. All looked healthy. I moved to the top of her breasts and lifted t
he skin at her chest. She could probably go a large C but not much more—she was too toned and fit for a D.
“Now I am going to cup your breasts, checking for weight and shape, okay?” She nodded her green eyes wide and trusting. God, I love my job. I grasped her soft breasts, squeezing them slightly. I pretended that her nipples didn’t immediately respond to my touch. Oh yes, she liked my hands. I didn’t linger although I wanted to. I imagined flicking those pink nipples with my tongue, sucking on them to warm her for a session of hard sex. I fantasized about my hard penis thrusting between her soft breasts into her lovely mouth. I stepped away before she could hear my breath quicken, feel my undeniable hardness against her body. I had never been this physically attracted to a client prior to surgery more so than Lilly Brightwood.
I turned away and pretended to make notes in the folder. “Nurse, could you take a profile and a frontal picture for me? Just from the neck to the torso?”
“Sure, doctor.” I heard the Polaroid snap a few times. “Lilly, we will step out and allow you to dress. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Outside the exam room, the nurse handed me the pictures to place in the file. “Get the vials ready for a blood draw please and bring me the surgery schedule for the next six weeks, Patsy.”
“Yes, doctor.” I didn’t fuss at her for being insensitive, she knew I wasn’t pleased.
I walked to my office and stared at the photos. Okay, Bullet. Focus on your job. She really was beautiful and in my opinion, she didn’t need surgery. Far be it from me to tell her no but I owed it to her to give her my honest opinion. Her breasts were shaped like elegant champagne glasses, perky and full. Lilly had a body that many of my patients would kill for. She had a sexy, curved waist and round, tight bottom. From my initial appraisal, I could tell that her taut skin healed well and there was no excess of moles or blemishes. She could do it but why?
I turned my chair around and stared out the window of my office. It had been my experience that cosmetic surgery changes people, well most people anyway. I reviewed her medical history; she had no problems that I could see that would deter her from the surgery. Well, maybe this was none of my business. If I didn’t perform the surgery, she would probably go somewhere else. I tapped the folder on the desk and walked back to the room. I tapped again.
“Come in.” I opened the door and invited Lilly to sit across from me. “I know that was awkward but I have a good picture now of what we can do. This is what is called a silicone pack.” I placed the breast implant on the small table between us. “This is what I use for breast enlargement or reshaping. Yes, you can pick it up. See how naturally it moves? Unlike older implants, these never break and they only have one seam, which is triple sealed. The least invasive way to do this procedure is to go through the armpit; it would leave two very small scars, one under each arm, which you could easily hide. Now, if we were to do this, I would like to follow the natural shape of your breasts—we don’t want them too heavy up top or bottom, just filled out. So I would slide a smaller pack here and a slightly larger one here. Do you have any questions so far?”
“Yes, I do. Can you be sure that they are even? I mean you can tell that one is slightly larger than the other. I would hate for that to look worse after the surgery.” She tapped her finger on her lip thoughtfully. Again, I thought about all the things I would like to do to those lips, so plump and pink.
“Good question! Honestly, all women and men have one chest or breast muscle that is slightly larger than the other. That is because the muscle behind the breast is a muscle you work every day. If you’re left handed, then your right breast will be larger and vice versa, so don’t worry too much about that.” I smiled at her. She was not stupid and I liked that. "I have to ask you though, why do you want to do this? Not to be inappropriate and I am not trying to be personal, but why do you want this?"
Her green eyes looked thoughtful. "I know you have to ask. I wouldn't think much of a doctor that didn't. To be honest with you, I just want to balance out my body. I think larger breasts will give me a better shape. I mean¸ you saw my rear, I have plenty of that. I don't hate myself—this is just something I want to do. I can afford to do it and as you say, it is a safe procedure so why not?"
"I'm not deterring you but I have to ask. As your doctor, I have to look at everything, including your motives." I leaned forward in my chair and looked into her eyes. "I want to give you what you want, Lilly. I just want you to be happy with the results."
"Thank you Dr. Steinmann." Her blonde curls shook and the dimples on either side of her mouth appeared. Everything on her was beautiful.
"That's it for today. Patsy will be here in just a minute to draw your blood and then you can go home. It usually takes a few days for those results to come back and if everything is clear, we will put you on the schedule. In the meantime, if you have a question or you change your mind, call me." I slid her my card, which included my cell phone number. "And I'm sorry again for the mix up the other night. I should stop making phone calls after 10 p.m."
She took the card and put it in her purse. We both stood, and I noticed she appeared relaxed and happy. "No bother at all. Did you ever get a hold of Claire?" I felt warmth spreading across my face. Surely, I wasn't blushing. "Actually, no, I didn't but I'm sure Claire is fine. Thanks for understanding." I extended my hand again to say goodbye and she took it. I tried not to linger but I liked touching her skin.
"I look forward to hearing from you, doctor. Just before 11 p.m. please." Lilly shot me a big smile, grabbed her purse and walked out. I made a few notes and went back to my office. I closed the door and locked it. I sat in my chair and flipped through her folder again. God her breasts were lovely. I unzipped my pants and took care of business right in my office. I had three more patients to see and I could not do that with a hard dick. I was surprised at how quickly I came. Yes, Miss Lilly Brightwood, you have my attention.
Chapter Five
Lilly
I left Dr. Steinmann's office feeling excited. Not just because my extremely handsome doctor touched my breasts with expert hands but also because it looked like I was a few steps closer to getting my breasts. I climbed in the car and popped in my CD, reviewing our latest concerto practice. Even as the woodwinds played, I couldn't help but think of Bullet Steinmann. He was definitely hotter in person and so young for being a successful doctor. He had a deep, soothing voice and a confident swagger. How inappropriate would it be to sleep with my doctor? I flipped on the air conditioner. Was it getting warm in here? I drove to the repair shop and picked up my instrument, made a few more stops and headed back to campus.
This was my last year at college unless I chose to go for my Masters—I was making the most of it. I participated in all the activities possible while maintaining my 3.9 grade average. I had been on the President's List every semester except my first but I didn’t feel bad about that. That had been a rough time for me, losing both my parents just a few months before. Now it was just me. Thankfully, they had left me a healthy inheritance, college was paid for and so was my new car but it didn’t make up for not having them here. As Kate pointed out, I had enough money to buy three houses but I did not want a house right now. I liked campus life but I knew this was not forever. Two more months and I would be done and graduate with a degree in music. I could join any orchestra in the world so why bother settling down right now?
I tried to keep my money status to myself, even buying a low-end Beamer because as I have found, when people know you have money, they don’t mind liberating you of it. Four years and one lame boyfriend ago, I learned that lesson the hard way. Just think, I almost married that bastard—Evan Heath Richards. I had no doubt now that he would have taken every dime I had, if not for Kate. She had rescued me from that fate which is hilarious considering it was her he cheated with. But not just her. Apparently, there had been many girls before and after my parents' sudden death.
Kate had approached me about a threesome with Evan. Evan had st
upidly promised her that he would talk to me after they played around a few times. My bohemian friend liked those types of sexual encounters but I was blown away by her offer. When she realized that Evan lied to her about everything, she loaned me a sympathetic shoulder and we were friends since then.
Suddenly it hit me—Dr. Steinmann looked a little like Evan, but Bullet was taller with a more muscular body. He was better looking too but not by much. Evan had all the charm of a...well...a snake but a good-looking one. I wondered if Bullet was a nice guy or merely a wolf in sheep's clothing. I guess a man could get away with a lot wearing a white coat and having the title of "doctor." He had touched my body but not inappropriately. I wondered what he thought about my body, I knew that thought was inappropriate; I mean to think about my doctor in that way. It took a lot to get my attention, many guys and a few girls had tried, but I had taken myself off the market. Still, I wondered what it would be like to date the hot doctor. As a traveling cosmetic surgeon, I knew he was in high demand and that he saw beautiful women every day.
No, Lilly. You are not in his league.
When I got back to my apartment, I sent Kate a text. "Chinese food?"
"Yes! Would love some! Be there in an hour."
I picked up the phone and ordered sweet-and-sour chicken and shrimp fried rice, our two favorites. I examined my violin—the repairs had been perfect. No cracks or seams. I plucked a string. "Yes! Perfect!" I put it back in its case and lay on my bed. Again, I thought about Bullet, his dark swarthy good looks, his expert hands, his deep laugh. Oh come on Lilly! It's not like you have never seen a guy before.
