Red-Samurai 150

“We-well, I just mean, wh-what if the readers find out? Or if the—they sue us, I mean, that it could be—" You stammered quickly, hoping to explain yourself.

“Shut up.” Your boss holds up a finger, reprimanding you like a child.

“All you need to do is go there, interview the director and some employees, take some pictures, record some conversations, and come back here, and the big boys will take care of the rest. Ok? Ok.”

You didn’t get the chance to reply as your boss turned back around and slammed the door on your face

Ok… then, asshole.

You stuck up a middle finger to the closed door and then took it back as quickly as you did, too afraid of cameras around. Your boss might fire you for doing that if he catches it on the cameras. You remembered a couple of months ago he fired an intern for doing the same thing.

This was a harsh job, and the pay is even worse than you imagined, but you stuck around because you love journalism. You didn't want to be stuck in a dead-end job just to make money if it was just going to burn you out in the end. Sure, a lot of the things published here are clickbait garbage or something made up to incite the masses into riots. But there are moments where it all comes together, the times where you get to shine light on a project that deserves it. To meet with people who have so many stories that the world needs to hear but no one will because they just seem like ordinary folks.

You remember back to what made you so passionate about journalism. It was back in college, you took a journalism class on a whim to fill out some credits. The project was to find someone local in town to interview and get their life story. Everyone was interviewing their families or firemen and the like, but you wanted to do something different. In your heart you felt like you should interview someone unknown to you and the city to get the best answers.

You ended up getting the chance to interview an older lady who frequented the same coffee shop as you. She was happy to do the interview and happier to have someone to talk to at the time. She always seemed lonely, sitting in the same spot in the corner. Maybe that’s what drew you to ask her. You introduced yourself to her and asked if you could interview her for your school project, she instantly agreed, happily shaking her hand with yours.

You found out her name was Ms. Fields, and you started the interview right there at the coffee shop. Getting out your journal and flipping it open to your list of questions, you didn't think much would come of this. You just wanted to do something different from your classmates.

“Ok, Ms. Fields, thank you for agreeing to do this interview. Now, for the first question: Where were you born?" The first question you asked, a question that should have been the most simple one, got a most unexpected answer.

“I was born in Raccoon City, dear.” Ms. Fields answered flatly, folding her hands up on the table nicely, fingers intertwined with one another. If you looked closer, you would see her fingernails were actually digging into her skin a bit.

Your brain screeched to a halt. Raccoon city. The city that got nuked all those years ago, the city with so many mysteries and conspiracy theories behind it. Yet, no real answers were ever given about it. So many questions and none answered, only buried under the government's lies. You did some research on it before, as much research as you could do reading threads online from other random users online. You used to like to go down those kinds of rabbit holes, just to see if you were the "special" one that could break the code.

A laugh broke you out of your thoughts, Ms. Fields was laughing, quite loudly in fact. It brought the attention of some of the other cafe's patrons to turn their heads towards your table. You duck your head in embarrassment, looking back at Ms. Fields to find her catching her breath. With cheeks red, hand over her chest, and a big smile on her face, she looked like she was having the time of her life.

"Sorry, oh my goodness. I am so sorry, dear." Ms. Fields spoke in between breaths, a smile still on her face, though it subsided a bit. "It's just the look on your face was priceless. It looked like I just made a miracle happen in front of you."

Now your own cheeks were heating up. You bring up your journal to your face to hide behind it. After laughing for a couple more minutes, Ms. Fields finally calmed down enough to talk normally again. "Ah, I've done that a couple of times now and everyone had different reactions, I think yours is gonna be my favorite though."

You let your head fall on the table with a soft thud, journal still up like a wall to hide your shame. You feel Ms. Fields reach over to gently rub your arm. "Aw, sweetheart. Don't be embarrassed. It was cute! And I'm sure that none of your classmates are going to interview someone from Raccoon City, so you're sure to get an A." You lift up the journal just a bit to catch her smiling at you softly, you put the journal down and lift your head back up.

Looking around to find that everyone else went back to minding their own business again. She was right. It wasn't like you got the chance to interview someone from Raccoon City often. Most of the survivors of that incident preferred not to talk about it, and some believed that they were threatened to keep their mouths shut about it.

This was a huge opportunity for you to find out more about Raccoon City, not just for the class and the grade but for your own self-desires as well. You look back at Ms. Fields, finding her with the same smile as before, she gave your journal a tap and asked, "So, on to the next question then?"

Thwack!

Something hits you smack on the side of your head, bringing you out of your reminiscing. You look down to find the offending object and find a crumpled-up paper ball. Before you could even bend down to pick it up, another one hit your arm this time.

You look to your side and find your coworker with another wound-up paper ball in his hand.

"You awake now? Thought you'd gone crazy on me there. Did the boss finally break you or something?" He goes to throw the wadded-up paper again, but this time he aims for the trash can instead of you. You ignored his question and started walking back to your desk, preparing to grab your things for the long trip. The care facility was a bit of a drive up north. If you remember correctly, it should give you enough time to read the file during the drive at least.

You just sat back down at your desk when you heard the rolling of a chair coming right up next to you. The same coworker rolled over to you to bother you some more, you guess.

"So, hey, I heard you're going to that creepy old hospital. The one with all the murder and kidnapping rumors," he said nonchalantly, but looking at you for a reaction.

"Are you scared of going?" He asked with an impish grin on his face.

"Not a hospital, a care facility, but yes, I am." You sigh, clicking around on your computer, making sure that everything is saved before you shut it down. You tried to play it off cool, but a part of you was dreading going. This was a big interview, and you were still technically new to the office. You can't afford to fuck this up.

"Crazy that the boss got an exclusive interview, though, isn't it? Wonder if he got an inside man or something, or how much he paid for it." Your coworker rambles on, poking around your desk, side-eyeing the file your boss gave you. You bring the file closer to you. You weren't sure if the stuff inside was confidential or not.

"Who knows, I'm just glad to be out of the office for once." You mumbled, turning off your computer and packing up your things. Including stuffing the file deep in your bag, away from prying eyes. Your coworker finally backed off, wheeling back to his own desk.

"Don't get yourself killed, newbie." He waves you off.

"If I do, you can write about it in the paper. I give you full rights to make up any stories about me." You call back, waving back at him, looking at your phone to order a taxi.

You waited for a couple of minutes before the taxi pulled up next to you.

"Where to?" The taxi driver grunted, turning on his meter as soon as you stepped inside the back.

"The Rhodes Hill Care Center, please, sir." You settled down in the backseat, your bag safely held in your lap.

He takes a while to punch in the name on the GPS. "Mm, long drive, going to be a hefty fee. You can pay that, missy?"

You nod before answering out loud, "Yes! I have my work card to pay for it."

He snorts and starts the car, "Alright then..."

The ride to the care facility was long and bumpy. The taxi driver wasn't much of a talker, so you took this time to get yourself situated with the file and its contents. The first few pages were on the facility and the area surrounding it, just to get you up to speed on what you already need to know for the interview. Your eyes skim over most of the boring details until you come across a picture of the director.

Doctor Victor Gideon

You grabbed the photo and held it closer to you, trying to angle it to catch the passing streetlights so you could get a better view. Something… about the man in the picture was itching a part in your brain. He didn't seem familiar at all. You're sure you would remember seeing someone as distinct as him before. But something was calling out to you about this man, something you couldn't place a finger on.

The car screeched to a sudden halt, knocking you forward along with the picture and files in your hand. Scattering on the car floor.

"Alright, we're here, Missy," the taxi driver spat out, meter still running.

"O-oh! Thank you, sorry—I dropped some stuff back here. Just let me get it and I'll be out of your hair."

"Mmhm." The taxi driver didn't seem to care that much, eyes turning back to the front as you scramble to get everything back in order.

You push open the car door and begin walking quickly to the center. When your arm suddenly gets pulled back harshly, you almost drop everything again.

"Hey! You forgot to pay!" The taxi driver snarled, grasp on you strong enough to bruise.

You yanked your arm away from him and stepped back, rubbing the sore spot on your arm. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Just gi-give me a minute." Your voice shakes as you rummage through your bag, your whole body shaking from that ordeal while the driver taps his foot impatiently. You couldn't find the company card with how anxious this whole thing was making you, so you fished out your own cash and showed it to him. He snatched it right away and eyed it, like he was assessing whether or not it was real.

He must have thought it looked real enough as he stomped back to the cab and floored it, almost hitting you in the process. Well… that was a great way to start this evening. Your body was shaking from that encounter, palms pressed against your eyes to try to ward off any oncoming tears.

'Shit, shit, shit. It's ok, it is ok… you're doing good.'

You repeated that mantra over and over again until you felt like you could go on acting like a normal person. Alright, things can't go worst from here, right?

You silently laugh at yourself as you walk up the steps to the facility. The care facility was huge, much bigger than you imagined. It looked more like a fancy mansion than anything else. The ivory building gave off an eerie vibe. As you reach the doors, you steel yourself one last time and push on in. It was around late evening when you walked in, definitely over visiting hours, but your boss did say that he got this interview approved already and they should know that you'd be coming. You hope you won't get turned away for coming so late.

You walk your way up to the reception desk, where a nurse was tapping away on the computer. Everyone here seems busy in their own way, rushing around the place without even sparing a glance at your presence. You knock on the desk to get the attention of the nurse.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am?" You pitch your voice louder than normal.

No answer.

You take a glance down at her name tag: Nurse: Schapp.

"Excuse me? Miss—um—Nurse Schapp?"

"Hold on, give me a minute, hun." The nurse hummed, continuing to tap away at the keyboard, her eyes not even bothering to check who was calling for her.

There was nothing else you could do but wait and just take in the scenery. It was beautiful inside as it was on the outside, with marble statues and detailed architecture that you would usually only find in castles and the like. You wonder how much this place cost to build? to run even? Was this kind of luxury normal for a care facility?

"Alright, hun. Now, what can I do for you?" The nurse flatly calls out.

Your head whips back to the nurse. "Oh, right! Sorry, hold on, I have my work badge somewhere…" You dig around in your pockets to find your press badge. It wasn't an official one, just something that your boss gave to everyone to wave around if they needed to.

You pull it out, handing it over to the nurse, it shows your name along with the company you work for.

"Ah, yes. Doctor Gideon did tell me that someone was coming. Nice to meet ya, you can call me Peggy, hun." Her voice had a bit of a twinge to it. It was quite pleasing to hear. You felt your shoulder fall in relief seeing how nicely she was acting. She got up and walked around to where you were, placing a hand on your shoulder as she started guiding you around.

"I'll be the one to show you around after you finish interviewing the director. This place can be quite the maze if you don't know your way around."

"You know, you're a lucky one, our director barely does any interviews. I think there maybe are two he did a couple years before."

"He's a good man, though, keeps to himself most of the time, but he treats his employees right. We even got a bar and lounge set up in this place, can you believe it? Bet you've never heard of that in a hospital before." Peggy laughs heartily, "Ah, yes, he's one of the better bosses around here..." Her voice trails off. Your ears perk up at that. Maybe you could interview her too and get some 'dirt' like your own boss wanted.

You were mostly just making small talk with Peggy as you got a lay of the land. Walking past staff members doing their usual routines, there are no signs of any patients roaming around, but it is in the evening, so they might just be in their rooms or something. After another flight of stairs and more corner turns, you finally ended up at your destination.

"Here it is, Doctor Gideon's office." Peggy stops in front of a set of double wooden doors. "Just go on and step in. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

"Wa-wait! You're not going in with me?" You turn to her, frantic at the thought of going in alone and having to meet the director alone.

"Sorry, hun. But I have a lot of things to get done if I want to go home on time. You'll be fine! He already knows that you're coming." She waves off your worry, walking away and patting your arm as a show of support. "Oh! I still have to give you a tour after your interview is done, so just make sure to come find me after, kay?" And with that, Peggy saunters off, leaving you to your lonesome.

You turn towards the double-set doors and feel your anxiety creeping on you, thoughts of failure and unease whispering in your head. Should you knock? Call out? Or just walk in like you own the place.

You silently hype yourself up in your head, grabbing the door handle and pushing on in. But instead of walking into an office, you walk into what seems like a lounge area. It was a huge area. With no one there. You walk in a bit further, scanning the area to see if you were somehow missing a presence, but all you saw were empty couches.

"Hello...?" you tentatively called out, a small part of you hoping that no one would answer. There wasn't a direct answer back, but you did hear some shuffling from your left. You turn your head that way and find a door labeled 'Director's Office.' Your head tilts in an attempt to hear better. You wait for a couple more moments, but nothing more happens.

"He-hello? I'm here for the interview." You call out, your voice barely above speaking levels. More shuffling is heard before a deep voice replies back to you, "Ah, yes. Come in, Miss Interviewer."

You take a few steps towards the door, trying to first see if you could peer in to see who was inside, but the blinds were closed tight. You do one last hype-up in your mind and go to open the door. Stepping into the office, you see a tall, imposing figure across the room standing in front of a desk. His back was turned to you, and he was in the middle of reading a file. You pause at the entrance, the door softly closing behind you with a click.

You take a longer look at the director, dark hair with a lot of silver coming out, a long white lab coat, a dress shirt and tie underneath, and… jewelry? Your eyes fall to the hands holding on to the file. One of them was the kind of chain jewelry that extended from the fingers to the wrist, and the other was a big green snake eye and a snake wrapped around his thumb. It was oddly clashing with his doctor's attire. You would expect someone working in this field not to be allowed to have rings like that when working.

"Um...hello? I'm here from Crane's Press. For your interview. " You softly speak up, and the man quietly puts down the file on the desk and turns to you. A gentle smile on his face as he walks up to your personal space.

Woah, looking at him this close now… He wasn't just tall; he was absolutely massive. What did they feed people here? You had to crane your neck up to just meet his eyes. 

"Doctor Gideon…?"

“Present, heh.” The doctor does a little bow with a flourish of his hand. “And you are the little birdie from the news agency." His smooth voice tickled your ears a bit.

'Little birdie?'

“Yes, I’m from the Crane Press agency, sir. Um—sorry. Doctor. Sir. Sir Doctor.” You jumbled over your words like a fool, something about this man just made your whole body cower and your brain short circuit.

Gideon laughed at your cute little stumble of words, “Just 'doctor' is fine or 'Doctor Gideon.'" Or maybe even Victor if you preferred." He purred the last part, your face flushing even more from hearing that. You weren't expecting the doctor to be such a flirt.

"I'll just stick with Doctor Gideon for now, i-if that's alright." You step back a bit, being this close to this man was not good for your brain right now.

"If you like, we could do the interview now...?" Your eyes were trying to look everywhere but at his eyes. But something about this doctor had a strange way of making you look at him even when your senses were fighting against it. It was the way he looked at you with those green eyes...? Yellow... eyes? The more you looked, the more confused you were about the colors. It almost seemed like they were changing ever so slightly every time you blinked.

"I would like that very much, my dear." Doctor Gideon responded, placing a hand on your back as he stepped forward, very much encroaching into your personal space once more. "I'm sure that you have lots of questions for me. That's why I blocked off the rest of the day, just for you.

"So don't be afraid to take all the time you need here, little dove." His lips quirk up when saying your new nickname.

While odd, you decide to ignore his use of pet names, his touching…, and everything else he was doing, to be honest. It was strange. If it were anyone else doing the same thing, you think you would have walked off by now. All his actions were definitely creepy, but your body was almost relaxing in his touch, like this was where you belonged all along.

His hand slid up to your shoulder as he softly pushed you to the middle area of the office. A small table surrounded by a couch on one side and two armchairs on the other side. You set your bag down on the table, sliding around the table and opting to sit on the couch. The smooth leather cushion dips as you sit down. You let out a breath, not noticing how much you needed this rest until now.

You take a glance up at the doctor, who is still standing tall, looking down at you with an odd glint in his eyes. He tilts his head back at you when you keep on staring nervously, waiting for him to say or do something. The silence was deafening. Was he just going to stand there while you interviewed him? Your neck was starting to hurt from how much you had to lean back to see his face.

“Just how tall are you?” The question left your mouth before you could stop it.

A wry smirk came across his face, along with a soft laugh.

“Was that a question for your work or a personal question just for you...?"

You feel your face flush hot, quickly breaking the staring contest you were holding with Doctor Gideon.

“So-sorry! That was extremely inappropriate of me to ask. Please forgive me for that.” You squeak out, hands balled on your lap from the embarrassment of your own actions.

Dr. Gideon lets out a deep chuckle, seemingly amused at your antics.

“No worries, little dove. Just teasing you. We can still continue on the interview, and I'm more than happy to answer any more personal questions you may have about me." He pats your head, his hand lingering there for an uncomfortably long time, fingers brushing your hair back and traveling down the nape of your neck, just long enough for you to realize how massive his hand was to your whole body.

You fought back a shiver, trying not to think about where else his hands could be or the fact that he just called you 'little dove.' You just needed to get this interview over with, and you could go home and hopefully forget all about this. Though there was still that strange feeling in your gut stirring ever since you walked into this place.

“O-ok, I just wanted you to know that I will be recording this conversation with you and that—oh!" 

You practically jumped out of your skin when you felt the couch sink beside you, finding that Doctor Gideon chose to sit right next to you instead of sitting in the chairs across.

“Something the matter?” He questioned, feigning innocence in his tone. His thigh was touching yours, almost doubling you in size. You shift closer to the edge of the couch, but Doctor Gideon's form was just massive enough to take enough space for you to still feel claustrophobic.

"Ah, it's just that you—I just thought that you would be sitting on the other side, heh…" You try to make your tone sound light and not bothered, not wanting to upset the man before you could get an interview. "I-I can go sit on the other side if you prefer the couch. "You made a move to get up, but a hand on your shoulder stops you from moving even an inch.

"Ah, that's alright. I just like to be close to people. It gives me a better idea of who they really are, you know?” His explanation didn't make this situation any better; you feel his thumb rub circles on your shoulder, bunching up the thin fabric of your work shirt. You just nod in return, mustering up a strained smile at him.

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?” There was that tone again, so soft and gentle it almost makes you want to believe that everything he was doing was normal. Almost.

“N-no! Not at all, just surprised, that is all. Um, well, if you’re ready, then I can get started.” You lean forward, away from his touch, and start rifling through your bag. Pulling out your laptop and a voice recorder. You set down the laptop on your lap, opening it up to the list of questions your boss sent you to ask. Pressing the record button on the recorder, you set it down on the coffee table, making sure that the red light was still on when you started the interview.

You take in a deep breath and begin. “Hello, this is a reporter from the Crane's Press, and I am currently speaking to the director of the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. "You ignore the chills slowly grasping at your body as you turn your body towards the doctor, knees bumping into each other.

“Would you please introduce yourself, Doctor?” You look up at him, cueing him to speak. His eyes lock on yours instantly. You could feel the bass coming off his voice from being this close. “I would be happy to, little dove. Greetings, I am Doctor Victor Gideon, the director for this fine care center. I am here today with a cute little reporter who has my undivided attention right now." He ends his introduction with a wink at you. Something curls in your stomach at the sight. Whether it was a good or bad sign, you couldn't decide currently.

“Thank you for having me, Doctor. Let's get this started then—" You turn away from him, focusing on your laptop instead. You ignore the trembling in your hands as you scroll down the questions list.

"Alright, easy questions to start off with. What made you want to run a care facility? Was there a significant event in your life that made you tread down this path?"

The doctor hums in thought as he mulled over your question, "That is a very good question that has a very long answer." His tongue pokes out to wet his lips as he continues on. Your eyes linger on it for longer than you liked.

"I don't think we have enough time in the day for me to fully answer that, but I will give you this. I run this care center because I believe in the strength of humankind. The world doesn't know it yet, but we humans have so much more inside of us that is just waiting to be found." He leans in closer to you, a hand placing itself on your knee.

“Humans are so much more resilient and remarkable than they know. Sometimes we just need a little push… to end up in the right direction.” He was looking directly at you when he said this. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, like a warning alarm.

"O-Oh, I see. That's a very… noble reason."

He smiles at this, his hand not leaving your knee. It almost felt comforting at this point. You blamed these confusing feelings on your anxiety and pushed them aside.

"On to the next question then, can't be taking up all of your time, haha!" You fake enthusiasm, turning your gaze back to the laptop to find the next question.

"You've been in this field for a long time now. Was there a mentor or someone you looked up to that helped you come along so far"

Doctor Gideon's whole demeanor changed from this question. His shoulders stiffen, and he shifts away from you, his eyes closing slowly. He takes a deep breath like he was reminiscing about something important.

“There is… someone I really look up to. He was in the same field as me, and he was a visionary, a revolutionary, someone akin to a god. His ideas could change the world, and some say they did.” A low chuckle slips past his tongue. "He is gone… now. But his work continues to grow and evolve even as we speak. I made sure of that." Doctor Gideon's face contorts into a blissful smile as he continues speaking of this 'man.'

"I made sure that his work is never forgotten. Every word he said is etched in my brain. I still don't understand all of his notes." A weighty sigh is brought from his lungs. "His genius outmatches us all. I knew it would not be easy for me to fully see his vision, but that's the fun in trying. Trying again and again until you finally find the right... match." His gaze dips down back to you. His eyes looked like they were glowing. Something heavy was lurking in his gaze. Something predatory, something dangerous… You swallow down dry spit, feeling your body tighten up like something was coiling around you. Squeezing you tight.

“Oh wow… he sounds like someone very special to you… " You feel goosebumps run across your arms as you forced yourself to keep on speaking to this man.

"Could I, um...please get his name for the interview? I-I'm sure that the people would love to know who could inspire that much in a person such as yourself."

Doctor Gideon leans forward, encroaching even more into your personal bubble. His hand found itself back up on your knee, while the other one was creeping up your back, his fingers tracing the outline of your spine.

“Ah, sorry. I still like to keep some secrets close to the heart. Maybe you’ll get that answer another day, little dove." He smiles wide, and just now you noticed that his teeth were gold-plated.

"If you're good, that is." He chuckles to himself like it was an inside joke between the two of you.

You needed to get this interview over with and get the fuck out of here. Just one or two more questions, and then you can fake a stomach ache or something. Wait, actually he might know that you're faking since he's a doctor, shit…

"Are you alright, dear?"

His genuineness in that question startles you. "Ye-yes! It was just such an inspiring story that I was lost in thought for a moment, that's all."

"Let's get on with the next questions then?" You don't wait for his reply to pull up the next question.

"Let's see here... oh, any mistakes you had while working here or any regrets you want to share?"

A twitch in his posture gave away his annoyance, but he plays it off coolly.

"Ah, we all make mistakes, big and small. But I'd rather not talk about them. It's bad luck to bring those kinds of things up."

So now he's not talkative?

"Ah…? Ok then… um, then how about your plans for the future and the future of the care center?"

“I just want the best care for all my patients here.” He smiles widely again, and then there is the weird glint in his eyes as he continues on. "My big plans... well, let's say I hope I can live out my master's dream, is all."

You nod along, pretending to really care about this interview instead of getting the fuck out.

"That was really wonderful and-um… informative! Thank you again for agreeing to do this interview, Doctor Gideon. I think just one or two more questions and I'll be off."

You slouch over your laptop, rapidly scrolling down the list to find a good question to end off on. You still had a job to do here, and you know your boss is gonna be royally pissed at you if you don't finish it well.

You end up near the bottom of the list, where in bold lettering was the phrase—

"THE HARD-HITTING STUFF"

Your nose wrinkled at the sight. That was for sure your boss's writing. He always likes to sprinkle this kind of stuff in interviews. He thinks that these kinds of trashy tactics will bring in more readers. It's usually just stuff about secret relationships or rumors of an unclaimed child. Maybe Doctor Gideon will find it funny if you ask him about an affair child out of nowhere.

You scroll down more to find the absurd questions but find something else instead. Your heart drops to your ass. These were not the usual questions your boss gives you. You quickly went to close the whole laptop, but Doctor Gideon stopped you, grabbing both your wrists and leaning in close to look at what you were trying to hide. His face was next to yours now. His scent began to hit your nose as his shoulders bumped with yours. You take a deep breath in without really meaning to. It was a sharp and bitter scent, it burns your nose a bit.

Sterile, just like walking through the hallways of this place, though underneath the first wave there was something almost earthy about his scent. It was alluring as well, more grounded and complex, but also nostalgic-like. Like you smelled this before, somehow deep in the past you had smelled this scent before, and it was calling you home.

"Oh?"

Doctor Gideon speaking brought your mind back to the present. Right, the questions. Oh, fuck, you can't let him see anymore. You tried to pull your hand away from his grasp, but any attempt was useless against someone with his build. He could easily break your wrist if he wanted to right now, and you hoped that he didn't want to after reading the special questions your boss wrote.

"Many have said that your funding comes from shady corporations in the past, such as the Umbrella Corp. Do you have any comments on that?

Many families have spoken out about your facility's treatment of their loved ones. Why have you not given a public statement on this?

What do you have to say about the online rumors surrounding your care center? Are any of the rumors true? What about the missing person cases that were said to have been investigating you right before they disappeared?"

"Ah, now this is interesting… I see we're getting to the good stuff now." You see his eyes wander around the list, humming at some of the questions with curious amusement.

"Doc-Doctor Gideon, please! I-I am so, so sorry. These are not my questions, I-I didn't mean to offend you at all. I hope you kno-know that. "You stammer over your words even more now, as your wrists are still bound in his grasp. You squeeze your eyes shut, ready for whatever consequences come next. Everything was going wrong. Your body was on the verge of a panic attack.

"I-I would never, really never! Ask you these types of questions! I mean—I don't—I didn't even know—" Your breath was short and heavy, your brain shot out imagery of all the horrible things that were going to happen to you now, just because of your stupid boss. Your chest felt like it was being hit by a jackhammer. Your mind was failing. Something was wrong with everything.

"Is alright, little one. He cuts off your rambling pathetic pleas, pulling your wrists up above your head as he forces your chin up with his other hand. Thumb and forefinger pressing lightly on your cheeks as he makes you look up at him.

"There, there now. No need for tears, not at this moment at least." He cooes softly, releasing your wrists so his hand could come down and wipe away your falling tears. You didn't even know that you started crying. He cups your face in his hands, his voice lower to a soft tone that makes you feel all warm inside.

"Oh, my little dove, my sweet pet, you are just so delicate, aren't you? There's no need to be afraid of me." He leans down, resting his chin on top of your head, pulling you into his embrace. Your face buried in his chest as his hands roam around your back in a calming manner. A part of you, the rational part perhaps, was screaming at you to run, to leave, and not look back. But another part of you, a part that you didn't know you had, was finding this whole situation soothing and comforting, like you finally found the missing puzzle piece in your life.

And it was in the arms of Doctor Gideon for some reason. Everything just felt right in his arms, the way your bodies melded with each other. His body was colder than you expected, but it didn't give you any chills. It just made you want to huddle closer to him. Your own hands came up to bury themselves underneath his lab coat, clutching on to his shirt. Your breathing was starting to calm down as well.

"Good girl, just let yourself be free. You are here with me now, and no harm will come to you in my care. I can assure you of that." He dips his head down further, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, all the way down to the pulsing point of your neck. You feel his tongue flicker out to taste your skin. You shiver at the feeling, leaning your head back to look at the doctor. You find him staring right back at you, with that sharp look in his eyes.

His palm came up to rest itself against your cheek, thumb softly wiping away stray tears that lingered on your face. He lifts your chin up. "Close your eyes."

You swallowed away the hard lump in your throat and slowly closed your eyes, preparing for what would happen next. It felt like a lifetime before you felt the touch of his lips on yours. It was just for a brief moment, and it was gone. Your voice let out a whine almost automatically at the loss. Any shame you would feel is quickly beaten down by the desire for more. You kept your eyes closed, hoping that by showing him that you were still following his order, he would give you more.

"Ah, finally coming out of your shell now?" Doctor Gideon sighs sweetly, going back in for a second kiss. You push yourself up further in the kiss, wanting more than last time. You feel Doctor Gideon let out a small chuckle at this action, obliging your whims. Soft and sweet kissing, like between new shy lovers. When he let go, you were still disappointed but didn't voice it this time. He lowers his hand back to the pulse on your throat.

"That's it, I can feel your heartbeat matching mine, you're doing so well. I know you would adjust just fine." His voice lower to just above a whisper, it sounded so sweet, sickeningly sweet. You haven't felt like this in a long time, just being in the arms of someone, being comforted, feeling protected, and feeling loved. Your tears stopped falling, but you still wanted to stay here, maybe forever if you had the choice.

Unfortunately that wasn't in the cards for now as Doctor Gideon lifts his head back up. Leaning back as he softly grabs your shoulders, pushing you away from his cold warmth. A whimper escapes your lips as you leave his arms. He cooes at your cute reaction.

"There, there, little dove. There is plenty of time for those kinds of things later… For now, why don't you take a tour of the place and come back to me later, hmm? I'll send Nurse Schapps up again to come show you around the place. You quite like her, right?"

You were confused at his sudden change. Was this his way of politely telling you to get the fuck out? Did he get what he wanted from you already? A kiss and your sense of self being lost.

Doctor Gideon must have sensed your confusion as his hands come up to squeeze your cheeks. His rings cool against your heated cheeks. "Silly girl. I merely just suggest a walk because it would be good for you. As much as I absolutely adore having you in my arms. I want you to be of sound mind when we continue on later." He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves you on the couch. You watch as he stands back up to his full height, walking over to his desk and turning on the intercom.

"Nurse Schapps, please come up to the director's office. Thank you."

You fiddle with your hands as you calm down from everything that happened earlier; you were sure that wasn't good journalistic conduct. You still feel your heart beating loudly in your chest, beating against your ribcage like it is trying to rip itself out so it can be with Doctor Gideon again. You look back at your laptop, the questions still there on the screen in bold lettering.

A part of you wanted to know if Doctor Gideon had any answer to these questions, but you knew you had no strength right now to even bring up the notion of asking him about it. You shut the laptop down. You would just have to tell your boss that never came out of the interview. You weren't happy about most likely getting screamed at and insulted.

You start picking at your fingernails as your brain conjures up all the times your boss or someone he made you interview screamed at you, hurled items at you, or insulted you. There were too many times to count. All of that at the time seemed just like part of the job. But being here and seeing how the care center was running and how Doctor Gideon treated you. A stranger with such love and care.

Your life has been so lonely for a long time. You can't remember the last time you even spent a night or even an evening next to someone. It was just work and surviving. Was that any way for someone to live? Was it fate or something else that was pulling you towards Doctor Gideon? Your logical reasoning was trying hard to deduce whatever you were feeling in your chest, all the tangled knots of affection, anxiety, confusion, and anger, all balled inside of you. You were not acting like yourself, crying in front of someone, straddling their lap, and being coddled all in the same 20 minutes.

"Little dove."

Doctor Gideon was back in front of you, already taking your hands in his. You feel warmth instantly flood your body just by being back in contact with him. Your shoulders stopped tensing, your face relaxed, and all the thoughts in your head calmed. If you had a tail or had the ability to purr, you would be going at max speed right now.

"Nurse Schapps is outside. Are you ready to go?" He pulls you up to your feet, a soft smile on his face as he pulls you into a hug. You hug back right away, snuggling your face in his chest with a soft sigh.

"Cute… and here I thought I would needed to something more drastic…"

He whispers something that you couldn't quite make out. You lift your head up to look at him, making a questioning noise. "Hmm?"

Doctor Gideon merely pats your head in response, taking your hand in his as he leads you to the door. "Come now, we can't have the good nurse be waiting too long." Before he opens the door, you remember about your bag and the laptop left behind at the table. You take a look back. Was it a good idea to leave them here?

Doctor Gideon answered that for you, "Don't worry about your personal belongings. This is the safest room in all the care center, after all. I'll make sure to protect them as well."

His dulcet tone makes all your worries melt away. You chose to stomp out the annoying and still-nagging voice in your chest. He opens the door and leads you to the lounge area, opening the double doors to find Nurse Peggy waiting patiently outside.

"Greetings, Director Gideon." She takes a little bow as she greets the director flatly. She then turns to you and greets you in the same manner. Weird, she was so friendly the first time you met. Well, you would act the same if you were in front of the guy who signs your paycheck as well. You say goodbye to Doctor Gideon for the time and follow after Nurse Peggy, who was quiet until you descend the stairs. Only then did she finally speak.

"That interview went quicker than I thought, but I'm not complaining. After I finish with your tour, I can finally go home." Nurse Peggy loosens her shoulders and stretches out her arms with a big sigh, seemingly back to her normal self now that she's away from the director's office.

"I hope I'm not making you work overtime or something…" This tour would be a great time to snap some pictures so you don't go home completely empty-handed, at least. But you hate to be the reason someone would be going home late.

Nurse Peggy waves off your concerns. "Oh, nonsense, hun. I signed up for this, actually. I don't get to give tours often, and it's something that breaks the rut of the same old boring routine. Oh, and you might see some patients roaming around at this time, but I do ask that you not interview them or take any pictures. Privacy reasons, ya know?"

"Of course! I understand." You pick up the pace a bit as she rounds a corner. You were marveling at the interior design they had going on. Everything was so clean and well kept. Everyone was so focused on their work as well. Everyone you and Peggy passed by barely gave you a glance. This place runs like a well-oiled machine. You felt a little awkward trying to take any pictures when people seemed to be working so hard.

You wave to some of them to try to get their attention, just for a quick question or hello, but none of them even bothered to scoff your way. You instead tried to pick out things from the environment that might make for a good story, but nothing was standing out to you other than the fact that this place must be built on money.

You don't know how many corners, hallways, or stairs you have taken or seen at this point. Peggy was just gliding along the place. You thought this was supposed to be a tour, but she didn't really stop at any place. She just mentioned what the room or hall was used for and kept on moving. You needed something from her at least. Maybe you could poke her enough to get more dirt on the doctors here. Your journalist side was getting bored of the history lessons.

"So, Peggy? How long have you been working here for?" You made your tone come off light and curious, itching to get something out of this tour.

"Longer than I wanted to if I'm honest with you, hun." Peggy sighs, slowing down her speed as she begins talking again.

"This place is fancy and all that, but the area is terrible. The commute here takes me an hour on a good day." She huffs out, annoyance creeping up in her tone. "And don't get me started on the staff here. Every day it's something new that needs fixing. I mean, my gods, I swear it's like they are always looking for something to yell at us about."

Wow, that did not take long for her to start spilling stuff. Maybe you should have asked her a lot earlier.

"What kind of problems do you mean? It seems very clean and quiet around here." Which wasn't a lie. Everything you've seen so far was in tip-top shape.

"That's the problem! Oh my days, he's not even the janitor, but there's this guy always nagging at everyone! To! Keep! The! Halls! Cleans!" She emphasizes each word with a swing of her arm going up. You almost laughed at how serious she was performing the action.

"It's not like we're dragging in mud or crap from the outside, but oh, God forbid something spill a little bit of coffee or they misplace their pen. It was like the whole world was ending." Peggy shakes her fist in anger at an invisible image. "It's always a coworker who likes to brown-nose too much that gets you in trouble. Oh, how I hate those types the most." She kept going on and on about coworker drama and how that coffee stains aren't that bad. It was like you uncork something in her that started this floor of complaints.

Peggy stops in the middle hall to turn to you. "Listen to me hun, this is a disgusting and shitty world. Sure, some days you get to meet people who are nice and polite, but everyone, and I mean everyone, has a hidden motive somewhere." She looks off in the distance, her voice suddenly turning serious. "You've got to either shove your head up someone's ass or grow hard enough skin to not be bothered by—"

"You!" A screeching voice cuts off Peggy, following it was the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down on the marble flooring.

You and Peggy both turn your heads toward the sound. An older man clad in a doctor's coat was barreling down the hall, shoulders hunched and fists by his side. He was clearly angry at someone. You hoped it wasn't you somehow. Your body was already shrinking in on itself as he came closer, your mind coming up with all things to say to placate him if need be.

You weren't his target, though. It was Peggy. "Doctor Higgins, what's wrong?" Peggy stepped back as the Doctor marched up to her, nostrils flaring and fist raised against her.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" He repeats back to her in a mocking voice. Anger flares in his vision as veins in his forehead throb disgustedly with each word that comes flying out of his mouth.

"Doc-doctor, please calm yourself, we have a guest here and—" Peggy held her hands up to try to calm down the doctor, but he was too far gone to listen to reason.

"I don't give a shit if the damn director was here." Doctor Higgins snarled, spit flying out of his wrinkled lips. "What I care about is that I happened to miss a very important meeting because of someone's mistake."

You stood behind Peggy unsure of what to do or if you should do anything. You looked between her and Doctor Higgins as he kept on berating her, not giving her an inch to speak back or defend herself.

Aren't you the one that writes down my schedule? So, tell me, why didn't you write down the meeting for tonight? Are you trying to make a fool out of me? Get me kicked out of here so you and all your prissy bitchy nurse friends can laugh behind my back?"

He got closer and closer to Peggy with each question, his shrill voice getting louder with each question as well. Peggy tries desperately to cut in, but her voice is quickly drowned out every time she tries. You can't sit by and let this happen anymore, you steel yourself and push yourself in front of Peggy, facing the doctor with the meanest glare you could manage.

"Hey! You're do-doing too much! You're not even letting her speak." Your stutter was back again, but you couldn't care at this moment, you needed to do this. You knew that you didn't pose much of a threat, with your body trembling and the stutter in your voice, but seeing Peggy like this reminded you and your boss. And how you wished that someone, anyone, would intervene just once.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Doctor Higgins looks at you up and down with an irritated scowl.

"I-I'm a reporter from the—"

"Ah, you're her." He spits out the last word like it was venom. Your eyebrows rose at that, but you put it in the back of your mind for now.

"Whoever I-I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you're harassing Miss Peggy, and I won't stand by anymore." You feel Peggy nervously shake behind you. You know the feeling quite well. You push on forward. "You need to apologize to her right now!"

He snorts at that. "Oh yeah? And what exactly are you going to do about it, hmm?" He pokes you hard on the shoulder, sending you stumbling backward into Peggy.

"A shitty little reporter from a shitty little agency. Are you going to write a hit piece on me? Dig up some dirt? Hah!" He threw his head back in laughter. "Do you know who I am or what this place is? Do you really think that someone like you could do any kind of damage to me?"

He grabs you by the collar, pulling you up by his bony fingers. For such a feeble-looking old man, he had quite the strength in him to be grabbing you like this.

"Stop! "Peggy runs over to grab at his arms. "Please! Just leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this."

Doctor Higgins shoved her out of the way, one hand still holding on to your collar. "Fuck off, this is the problem with you women, always thinking you can get away with whatever you want if you just bat your eyelashes or put on a sweet voice." He snarls, cruelty evident in his whole being, and a sick, twisted smile worms its way to his face.

"I think a lesson is in order. Make sure that you both know your place. Show you how things work around here."

His arm rises up, and you brace yourself for the oncoming pain.

"And what do you think you're doing?" A new voice enters the fray. The entire hallway went silent. Doctor Higgins's arm was still up in the air, and his fist was still holding up the collar of your shirt. Peggy was frozen beside him, hands clutching his coat. No one spoke up to answer the question.

A large shadow cast over the petrified face of Doctor Higgins; you lean your head back to look behind you. Finding yourself looking up at a stone-faced Doctor Gideon. He gives you a passing look-over before setting his gaze back on Doctor Higgins.

"Are you going to explain what is happening here, Doctor Higgins?" Doctor Gideon asked like he was asking about what the weather was like. Calm, cool, and collected, not a hint of anger in his voice. His body language, on the other hand, told an entirely different tale. Hands flexing in fists and out again at his sides, jaw locked and set on his face, and eyes piercing through the good Doctor Higgins.

You feel Doctor Higgins's hand trembling that was still holding you hostage, sweat beading down his gnarled face. You take this opportunity to shove him away from you. He lets go of you easily enough, tumbling backward, almost tripping on himself. You dust off your shirt, a bit annoyed that he wrinkled your work shirt so much.

You hear a pleased grunt behind you as Doctor Gideon places his hands on your shoulders. Rubbing them up and down your arms in a soothing manner, though you were unsure of who he was trying to soothe here. You or himself.

You settle in closer to Doctor Gideon, enjoying the feeling of his presence and touch. You were so needy after only being away for a short bit. While you were busy cozying up to Doctor Gideon, Doctor Higgins finally was able to find his voice again.

"Director... please let me explain this unsightly incident you stumble across." Doctor Higgins straightens out his coat as he points to Peggy. "You see, this… nurse over here completely messed up my schedule. Forgetting to jot down an important meeting with one of our shareholders."

Doctor Higgins's voice gradually gets back to his previous loud and angry tone as he continues to place the blame on Peggy. Peggy just stood there shaking, her body hunched in cowering in fear, too afraid to speak back.

"You must understand right, Director. It was one missed meeting, but you know how haughty our shareholders can be. She might have just cost us millions from her mistake!" Doctor Higgins steps closer to Doctor Gideon (and to you). Hands clasped in front of him as he pleaded his case. "I will apologize to the reporter here for letting my emotions get the best of me when she unjustifiably intervened earlier."

You were about to curse him out, but a large hand covered your mouth before you could. Doctor Gideon pulled you back closer to him, your back to his waist mostly now. You settle in a bit begrudgingly, eyes narrowing back on the confused face of Doctor Higgins.

"Is that so?” Doctor Gideon hums, fingers rhythmically tapping on your shoulder. You feel him take in a deep breath. It takes a while before he speaks again, letting the silence linger for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“You know what's funny?" Doctor Gideon laughed softly. You felt the vibration from his laughter through the hand on your face. "This...this is really funny, because I distinctly remember that Nurse Peggy over here was out for the last week. So, by that logic it couldn’t have been her who did your scheduling, now could it?”

 His tone was light and playful but by the reaction on Doctor Higgins's face… The slow realization of his major fuck-up, the smiling turning into a frown and the light in his eyes fading away…

"O-Oh? Ah! I…think I remember now, too." Doctor Higgins coughed out a fake laugh, nervously wringing his greasy hands together. "Well, I guess it must have been another nurse or someone else who messed up my schedule then."

Bastard was still trying the pin on someone else.

"Thank you for reminding me of that... fact, Director! That is why you're the director around here, always knowing... about everything, ahaha..." Doctor Higgins began slowly backing up. "Ah, would you look at the time too. It is rather late, so why don't I just send the good nurse here off, and I'll be going home too. Can't have people working overtime when they're not supposed to!"

Doctor Gideon waves him off with a grin. "Of course, of course. Just make sure to apologize to Nurse Peggy here before you leave and the reporter, if you would kindly. And expect to be added to a meeting later this week. So, make sure that you check your own schedule this time, ok?"

Doctor Higgins's face immediately soured at the idea of apologizing to Peggy. He begrudgingly looked over to you and Peggy, a grimace on his face as he quietly murmured the apologies.

"I am sooooo sorry for….” It takes a bit for him to figure out what he’s sorry for.

“Forgetting that you were out last week and for scaring your delicate little self, Miss Reporter. And that was it. What a shit apology.

Peggy and you gave each other a look before Peggy gave him a quiet "Thanks."

Doctor Higgins thought that was enough, gave one last nod to Doctor Gideon, and skedaddled out of the hallway like his ass was on fire.

Peggy was the next one to speak. "Thank you for helping me there, Director. Would it be alright if I leave now too?" Peggy bowed to the man deeply, hands clasped in front of her tightly.

Doctor Gideon waves her off next. “Not a problem for me at all, dear, and of course you’re excused.”

Peggy quickly leaves the hallway, only sparing you one last look before disappearing around the corner. Leaving you alone with the good Doctor Gideon once more, whose hand was still on your mouth.

You could have just told him to let go, but a side of you wanted to do something more devious. Without a second thought, you let your tongue slide out and lick the palm that was holding you captive. Doctor Gideon's body gave a jolt, surprised at the sudden attack, but he didn't let you go, only holding on to you tighter in fact.

Your eyes narrowed down at the offending hand, finally noticing how pale the doctor was. 'Does he have eczema or something?' You pondered quietly, observing the cracks and unnatural texture on his hand.

"Are you going to behave now?" Doctor Gideon taps your cheek with his free hand, amusement evident in his voice.

You respond in kind with another long lick to his palm. He snorted at that, pinching your cheek with his fingers and then letting you go. Only to turn you right back around to face him.

"You've gotten quite bold since we last saw each other, hmm? Did the good nurse rub off on you?"

You blink up at him in a fake-innocent way. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you could mean."

Doctor Gideon tilts his head at you, quietly studying you for a reaction or something… His hand snakes its way around your waist as he smiles softly. Seemingly finding what he was looking for.

"Well, I think you had enough fun on this tour. Why don't we go back to my office and finish our interview?"

Butterflies suddenly swarmed your stomach. You knew what he actually meant by that. Was it against ethical codes to be fucking around with the person you're interviewing? Probably, but who's going to know anywhere? This day started out crazy. It should end the same way.

You cling on to his side, letting him guide you back to the director's office, because God knows you still can't navigate this maze of a place without a map or directions. With Doctor Gideon as your tour guide this time, everyone made way for him rather quickly, doctors and nurses bowing their heads in respect as he walked by. Then picking their heads back up as he walked past to stare holes into the back of your head.

You would be the fuel of the office's gossip for weeks now.

You two made it back to the office, Doctor Gideon letting go of your side as he opens the door for you to step in first. It was the same as you left it, your laptop and belongings still on the couch. You hear the soft click of the door locking behind you. Your heart was hammering in your chest, beating louder with each step the doctor took inside the room.

You turn around to face him. He was standing a couple of feet away from you. A soft smile on his face as he spoke, "Come here, little dove." His arms stretch out wide, like he was asking for a hug, but with this stance it just made him seem all the bigger. Like a predator waiting to entrap its prey in its grasp.

You swallow dryly, stepping close, slowly closing the gap bit by bit, carefully eyeing him the whole way, palms sweating at your side as you try your best not to seem too nervous. Doctor Gideon keeps still as a statue, though, staying in the same pose, only his eyes moving to follow your movements, like watching a frightened doe come crawling closer and closer. Until finally, you were standing just inches away from him, his arms came down to your shoulders first.

"There now, you take instructions very well, don't you?" He chuckles. You feel his hands move down your body, squeezing at every bit until they reach at your hips. "What a delightful body you have." He purrs, fingers finding their way under your shirt, and you squirm at the feeling. "Very wonderful indeed, perfect in all the right ways…" Doctor Gideon continues on with his praise and touching. The praises made you squirm more than the touching did.

"I'm not that... I do-don't... mm!"

Suddenly Doctor Gideon's lips were upon you, deep and overwhelming. His hands paw at your body as his mouth peppers your lips and face with kisses, not giving you an inch to fight back with.

"M-mm!"

Any protest you may have was quickly stolen from you as soon as they left your lips. A wetness was then felt as Doctor Gideon ran his tongue on your bottom lips, relishing the way you trembled but still obeyed by opening your mouth up. His tongue was as thick and huge as the rest of him, completely dominating as soon as it entered. Any further attempt to stop him was futile, not that your body wanted to stop him anymore.

You did your best to try to follow along with his tongue, weakly fighting back with your own but mostly just letting your mouth go slack so he could explore your mouth all he wanted. When he let you free, your lips and chin were wet with saliva, your breath heavy in your chest, and somehow you were pushed against the back of the couch during that whole ordeal.

"Now, I don't want to hear any kind of self-deprecating remarks from you at all." Doctor Gideon squishes your face in one hand, making you look up at him.

"When I praise you, you need to just nod and smile, alright?" He answers his own question for you by shaking your head up and down.

"Good girl."

He leans back down to give your forehead a chaste kiss before letting you go. "Since we understand each other now, let's get back to the interview." He walks around the couch and sits down, taking your recorder and turning it on. He looks at you expectantly. "Come sit."

He really couldn't mean that he really wants to do the interview again, right? Doctor Gideon was a strange man who did strange things, but you obliged anyway, sitting down next to him like last time.

"No, no. I want you to sit here." He pats his thigh. You made a mumbling complaint but got up again, standing in front of him as he spread his thighs apart. Making a whole show out of it, pushing his lab coat out of the way, hands on his extravagant belt buckle, giving you a full view of his huge bulge.

"Come here, little dove." He grabs your hand and leads you over his left thigh, having you throw one leg over it, making you straddle the thigh. It was big enough for you to sit comfortably. You shift and turn until you find a spot you like best, which is halfway up his thigh, just close enough for your hands to rest on his upper thigh and for you two to face each other.

"Perfect, a perfect view for me." He muses quietly, eyes roaming around your form. You cross your arms across your chest, feeling a little bit embarrassed about the obvious ogling.

"So, what now...?" You asked, turning your gaze towards the active recorder and laptop still sitting on the table behind you.

Doctor Gideon answers your question by bouncing the leg you were sitting on, catching you by surprise. You jolt forward, placing your hands on his stomach as he continues on, trying out different pacing and power in the bounces.

"Lean back now. I want you to enjoy this." He gently pushes you back upright. You place your palms against the meat of his thighs as you find your balance against the bouncing, wiggling around until you find the spot. The spot where your jeans ride deliciously against your clothed core, your hips automatically start grinding, trying to find more friction. This reaction caused Doctor Gideon to let out a hearty laugh.

"Ah, there it is. I knew you would find it. Such a smart girl you are."

He slows down the bouncing to a more rhythmic pattern, watching your reactions closely to figure out what you respond to best.

“Now, for the interview part. I want you to answer my questions as best as you can, alright, dear?”

Wait, he was going to interview you like this? This was getting into territory you weren't that familiar with, but you still wanted to move on. If it for Doctor Gideon, you feel like you would do anything for him…

You nod, eyes closed, as you are still more focused on riding the pleasure his thigh was giving you.

"Hmm, first question: What is your name and where were you born?"

You take a few seconds to compose yourself to answer. Doctor Gideon just hums quietly, moving on to the next question. "When did you start working at Crane's Press?"

"Mm…I-I think a year ago now." Your voice was growing unsteadier with just each bounce. Your hands claw at his leather pants, trying to find a place to ground yourself on.

"And your boss's name?"

The pleasure kind of died down as your boss's face popped up in your mind. "It's Mr. Stork..."

You hear Doctor Gideon snort quietly at the annoyance in your answer. "Alright, alright. Hmm, what else should I ask?" His hands placed themselves on your thighs, fingertips dancing on your jeans as he thinks about his next question. You went back to focusing on finding the right angle again, wishing more than anything that you wore a skirt today or something other than jeans.

Doctor Gideon's hands start groping at your thighs, wrapping around the biggest part first and then slowly dragging them down and then back up again. With each path back up, growing closer and closer to your core. You look down at them anxiously, hips stuttering each time his hands squeeze your flesh.

"Are you enjoying this, being touched by a strange older man you just met today?" His voice grew low and gravelly.

"Hu-huh?" That question caught you off guard.

"I asked if you are enjoying grinding on the lap of someone you were supposed to interview, my little dove." His voice lowers more to a rumble, his fingers dancing along your waist. Slyly slipping underneath your shirt as you tremble from the contact.

"I-I um... o-oh!" You made an embarrassing noise as Doctor Gideon's hands traveled further up under your shirt. Cupping your breasts in both hands, massaging them gently. His hands move around covering every single inch, like he's measuring them or just like touching you that much.

"Keep moving."

You slowed down your grinding a bit ago, and Doctor Gideon wasn't happy about that. But it was hard to focus on grinding on the right spot while his hands were teasing your body. Just dancing around the area where you wanted him to touch the most.

You willed your body to move faster, not wanting to disappoint the doctor.

"Good girl, such a pretty face you're making right now, little dove."

His hands move up, pulling up your shirt along as well. You move your arms up to help with getting rid of the offending cloth as Doctor Gideon undoes the clasps on your bra, grabbing the fabric and pocketing it for later use. His hands were back on your chest, fingers twisting and pinching at your perky nubs. You arch your back at the sudden sensation. Your hips stutter in their movement, but you keep going, knowing that Doctor Gideon might stop if you stop.

Seeing you work so hard pleases Doctor Gideon, his finger flicking at your cute little nub, watching you whine and mew at the action. He leans down, practically hunching over to latch his mouth on your nipple. Tongue expertly flicking at your abused nipple while groping and rubbing at the other one with his hand.

Doctor Gideon worked his tongue in ways you didn't even know a tongue could move. You could feel a wet spot forming on your panties. You desperately wished that you could rip off your jeans at this point. Doctor Gideon pops off the nipple he was sucking with a soft groan, placing a series of kisses on your skin as he moves on to the next one over. Grazing his teeth over this one, just adding the lightest amount of pressure.

It was enough for your breath to hitch, though, electricity coursing through your body at the action. He held you by the back as your body started to move too much for his liking. Sucking harshly on your nipple and then soothing it with his tongue before using his teeth again. All in order again and again, until you were clawing at his shoulders to stop. Your hips stopped moving a while ago, and he didn't notice you needed more from him.

Your poor pussy was throbbing in your jeans, your panties soaked to the core. "Doctor..." you whine pathetically. "Can we please just move on now?" You grab on to his wrists, looking at him with your best pleading face. You pull his sleeves, and he lets go easily. Giving both your nipples just one last kiss before backing off. You grab his hand, and he quietly lets you handle him as you lead his hand down to the button of your pants. "Please take these off of me...?"

"Oh? Getting impatient now, aren't we?" He chuckles softly, stopping the bouncing of his knee. "Well, I don't mind. In fact I quite like it. Alright, stand up and turn around. I'll give you what you desire."

You quickly got off with eagerness in your step. Doctor Gideon leans back against the couch, spreading his thighs out and beckoning you to come in between them. You step in the space and turn your back towards him as commanded. Timidness was creeping back into your stomach as you felt his eyes rake over your body.

"Lift your leg back."

You did as told. Lifting your left leg back first, you feel him grab a hold of your ankle, his other hand sliding off your shoe and then your sock. Sliding them with ease, one after the other. You give your ankle a small squeeze before setting it back and doing the same with your other leg. It was oddly intimate, this action, weird… and intimate. He throws items off to the side, shoes landing with a soft 'thunk.'

"Spin back around for me, pretty dove."

You felt like a doll or toy with how he was moving and ordering you around. It wasn't a bad feeling, though. Maybe you're learning something new about yourself today. You turn to face him, meeting with his eyes as he praises you for being so obedient. He reaches his hands out, placing them on your hips, making a pleased noise as he unbuttons your jeans. Revealing the cute pair of panties you were wearing underneath.

He lowers the jeans down lower and lower, softly scraping his fingers against the skin of your thighs as he descends. You lift your legs out of the annoying fabric and kick them away from you. Glad to be rid of them. Now you were left only wearing your soaked panties. Doctor Gideon's hands place themselves back on your thighs, caressing the softness there. His eyes roam up and down your body.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect…" He murmurs to himself. You could still hear it, though. You try not to make a comment on it. His hands travel up to the band of your panties, then to the part you wanted him to touch the most. Dragging his fingers down over your clothed core, sliding them back and forth on the wet fabric. He uses his other hand to pull over the panties to the side, revealing your wetness out in the open to him.

You shiver as the cold air of the office hits you. You shiver even more when Doctor Gideon leans in closer, touching his knuckles now to your core. Bumping it against your slightly swollen clit gently, teasing it. Then using his fingers to slide in between your folds, coating them in your slick, as his thumb presses down on your clit.

A moan quickly came from your lips. You were already wet from the grinding from before. Now with his hands directly on you, it felt like fire on your skin. He was so gentle with his touch too, too gentle. You needed him to be rougher.

"Doc-doctor, please..." You whimper softly as his thumbs swipe up and down on your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. His index and middle finger are still just stroking in between your folds, not even trying to go in. You wanted more but you felt like if you tried to move your body or did anything, that would be a wrong move. You needed his command.

"What is it, dear? Use your words now." You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke.

"Want more…please." You begged, shifting your legs apart more, to show him that you really needed it. Doctor Gideon tilts his head, looking at your dripping cunt first, then up at you. Studying your flushed face and heavy breathing. While still looking at you, his thumbs picked up the pace, now rubbing little circles on your clit, as his index finger slowly start teasing it way in.

More loud moans come out of you. Your hands fly to cover the obscene noises out of embarrassment. You hear a grumble before Doctor Gideon pulls you forward, making you fall into his lap. You yelp in surprise, opening your mouth to voice your shock only to let out another yelp as you feel a smack on your ass.

"Don't hide yourself from me again, little dove." He scolded, rubbing the sore spot on your ass with the palm of his hand. "If you do that again, I have enough tools at my disposal to force you to stop." He ends his threat with a sweet kiss to your forehead. His hand lowering back down to your cunt, resuming his earlier ministrations without a care.

You quietly nod, not trusting your own voice to speak coherently right now. You shift your position on his lap to a more comfortable place, resting your head on the Doctor's shoulder, gripping on to his lab coat for stability. His index finger starts teasing the outside of your hole slowly, just barely dipping in and out. But even with this teasing, your body could feel just how thick his digit was.

Doctor Gideon places another soft kiss on your hairline, his soft voice reaching your ears. "Don't be so scared, little dove. I'll take care of you." His finger goes deeper in, and your body jolts from the stretch. You take a couple of breaths in and will your body to relax, earning you praise from the good doctor. With you just basically straddling him, your hips start to move in tandem with his finger once you get more comfortable.

Doctor Gideon kept on with the sweet talk and praises, his other hand petting your hair in a soothing motion. Adding in a second finger in quick succession, your hands grip on tighter on the lab coat as two of his thick digits almost felt like they were already filling you up to the brim. Doctor Gideon then began to curl up his fingers, trying to find that sweet spot, listening to how your voice changes in pitch and in breathing.

"A-Ah! Doc-Doctor!"

There it was. Doctor Gideon found the spot, and he wasn't going to let you off easy. His fingers thrust in and out of your wet cunt with easy precision, always hitting that one spot that makes your eyes see stars. Your whole body was trembling. The pleasure was amounting to a breaking point. Warbled moans and broken whimpers filled the office's air.

"That's it, little dove. Let everything go, just follow your instinct and let your body become undone." Doctor Gideon cooes, enjoying the sight of drool pooling out of the corner of your mouth. You let go as he commanded, your body shaking in pleasure as your orgasm reached its peak. Your eyes squeezing shut as you scream out his name. His fingers never stopped their work, though, to let you fully enjoy everything you were experiencing.

Only when your body slumped forward and tears began falling from your eyes did his fingers stop, pulling themselves out of your cunt. All drenched in your slick, Doctor Gideon holds them up to the light, watching the slick slowly dribble down on to his chest. After getting a good look, he pops his fingers in his mouth, noisily slurping them clean right next to your ear.

Instead of being embarrassed by such a scene and noise, it was turning you on. You push your hands on the doctor's chest, pushing yourself back upright. Your hands slowly drag down to his belt. Everything still felt too fuzzy for you to work properly. So you just resorted to tugging at his belt, hoping that he would do the rest.

"Eager now, aren't we?" He lets out a soft sigh, chuckling at your whining.

"I didn't think you'd be ready for this so soon, my dove. But a good doctor won't leave his patient unsatisfied." He scoots back further against the couch, parting his thighs away, and gets to work on his belt. In smooth and effortless motions, he quickly gets the belt off with no issues, pushing his leather trousers down just enough for you to see the dark gray hairs right below his navel.

"Would you like to do the rest?" He grabs your wrists and places your hands on his clothed bulge, a wry smile on his lips as you finally start to realize what you were getting yourself into. Or what was going to get into you. Your hands clumsily tugged down the boxers, pulling them down and down until your prize was set free.

It was big, bigger than you thought, and bigger than anything you had ever seen. You needed both hands to curl around it. Even then it was still heavy in both hands. Thick and heavy, pulsing in your hands, the head dripping precum, you felt a mixture of fear and arousal as you played with it. Letting the precum drip into your palms as you stroke the member up and down, feeling all the ridges and odd smoothness of the skin.

A low, pleased moan coming from the doctor spurs you on ever more to go further. Feeling bold, you shimmer yourself down off the couch onto your knees. Doctor Gideon's cock was now directly in front of you. It looked even more massive at this angle. You look up at the doctor to find him giving you a wolfish grin. He spreads out his legs, grabbing his cock and angling it towards you.

"Getting on your knees without me even telling you to? Such a smart girl you are. Now come and show me what you're capable of…" Doctor Gideon purrs, poking the head of his cock against your cheek. You feel the warm precum smearing against your cheek and the side of your lips. Your tongue swiped out to collect a sample. The taste was oddly metallic in a way, salty and metallic. You place one hand near the head and one underneath to hold it up as you lean down, placing your lips on the tip.

You started off slow by flattening your tongue against the tip, collecting all the leaking fluid there first. Softly stroking with your hands to wind yourself up to take the tip in. You weren't an expert in this field, but you tried your best to do what you thought Doctor Gideon would like. There was no way you could deep throat a monster like this, so you settled for taking as much as you could in, shoving it in your cheek to not choke.

"Use your tongue too, darling." Doctor Gideon groans, his palm coming down to push your hair out of your eyes. You hum, acknowledging his order. You bob your head up and down on his cock, trying to work your tongue at the same time. It was harder than you thought with his cock stretching your mouth out so much. Drool was already spilling on your chin. Doctor Gideon seems to not mind your inexperience so much, though, with his groaning and the way his thighs were tensing around you.

You could tell he was getting close so you picked up the pace, forcing as much as you could down your throat. You barely got about halfway before your body was giving up. You used your hands to cover what you couldn't with your mouth.

"Hah… look at me, please, darling." Doctor Gideon's nails were digging into the couch. It was taking every ounce of his self-control not to just force your head fully down on his cock right now. But watching you struggle so cutely with your own will to take as much of him as you can was starting to get to him. As you lift your head up to look at him with teary eyes, face flushed, and mouth full of his cock, Doctor Gideon was sent over the edge.

Spilling it all into your mouth, or as much as you could handle before you start choking on the load. You pulled back to stop yourself from actually choking, his cum now staining most of your face and dripping down on your body. You tried to wipe it away with your arms but just ended up getting your body even stickier.

As you were looking for something to wipe yourself clean with, you were suddenly pulled up and back onto Doctor Gideon's lap. His cock was already back to full mast, slipping in between your folds. The tip just begging to be let in. Your body shivers in anticipation at the thought of taking in all of him. You brace yourself, gripping on to his lab coat and taking in a deep breath.

"Forgive me for the sudden action, little dove. I wasn't planning on taking things so far on the first day. If I can be honest with you, you are more enticing and divine than I was expecting. It's… I'm not as composed as I would like to be. I do hope you can forgive me for all this."

He was saying all that like this was a normal situation and not you being halfway naked and hovering over his cock right now. You weren't sure what to say back. You weren't expecting this outcome to happen either. You never thought you, of all people would ever find yourself in something like this… But it was too late to turn back. You wanted this. You needed this.

You lower yourself down on his cock, the bulbous head starting to stretch you out. You hiss at the pain, digging your nails in his coat. You only got pass the tip before giving up. Your thighs were shaking, and your hips wanted to jerk away from the object of pain. Doctor Gideon shushes your cries with soft praises.

"It's alright... it's alright, you did so well. I'll help you finish."

He pushes your head down on his chest, letting you get comfortable. One hand rubbing up and down on your back soothingly as his other hand goes down to rub circles on your clit as he lowers you down onto his cock. You whimper as you are slowly being filled by his cock, your walls already clenching down instinctively around him.

"That's it, little dove. You're taking me so, so well." Doctor Gideon rasps, his thumb on your clit moving faster as he pushes you down faster. You hiss out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as you finally bottom out.

"Breathe for me, dove." Doctor Gideon commanded, but also sounding out of breath himself. You tried to breathe as deeply as you could, feeling his cock so deep inside you with every breath you took. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, trying to get used to the feeling of having a thick cock inside.

Your breathing soon turns into moans and pants as Doctor Gideon starts moving, slow and even thrusts. It was almost like he was bouncing you on his lap again, but this time on his cock. Every bounce felt new to you with the way his cock was stretching you out and filling you to the brim. You couldn't move away even if you wanted to now, as both his arms were now hugging and holding you tight.

You were practically just a doll or a piece of meat in his grasp. You could feel all the veins and ridges with every thrust. You could only hear your voice mixed in with his grunting and own moans of pleasure. There was nothing else to do but just be fucked and revel in the pleasure Doctor Gideon was giving you.

"Doc—Doctor! Doctor, doctor, doctor!" You wanted to say his name, but only the doctor came out. Your voice going higher and higher in pitch with time passing, you needed to ground yourself, but your hands were stuck at your side with him pinning you against him like this. The only option was to bite down on something, and the closest thing to you was Doctor Gideon.

You bit down hard on the crook of his neck, earning yourself a delicious snarl from the doctor.

"Yes, bite down, dear. Mark me, I belong to you!" Doctor Gideon groans, tilting his head backward to give you more room to bite in.

The erotic sound of skin against skin, the leather couch squeaking beneath you two, and the air being filled with moans—each thrust was leading you closer and closer to ruin. You bit down harder as the pleasure was building up more and more. Words failed you now. Only pathetic mewls and drool came out of your mouth. Doctor Gideon thrusts harder as you bite down, drawing out a long groan from his throat.

He holds you down on his cock as one arm slips away from the hold on you as Doctor Gideon leans back, grabbing your fucked-out face in his hand. Replacing his neck with his fingers to bite on as he shoves them into your awaiting mouth. You bite down eagerly, tongue running over the rings, tasting the metallic tang on your tongue.

He looks down to the place where you two are connected, placing his palm on your navel. "You feel this? Feel how we connect so well? You were made for me, and I was made for you." He rolls his hips forward, stirring your insides in the best way. His thumb dips down to swipe at your already oversensitive clit. His fingers curling in your mouth as he picked up the pace and power.

"Finish with me, dear. Please-o-oh-please my dove." His voice was getting strained, muttering your name over and over again as he was getting closer. You weren't that far off either, feeling the tightness in your stomach and your vision going white. Your back arched as best as it could in this position as garbled moans came around his fingers and you came around his cock.

Feeling your pussy clenched around him was the last thing that pushed Doctor Gideon over the edge, spilling himself all inside you. Huffing and growling as he came, his chest heaving up and down from all the energy spent. You held on tight as your body took on as much as it could, body still spasming from the orgasm. Doctor Gideon takes his fingers out of your mouth, gently pushing your head to rest against his shoulder as he rubs your back.

You expected him to also help you off his cock and clean up, but nothing. You were just cock-warming him now, and it was getting a bit uncomfortable as the adrenaline was wearing off. You made a move to get off yourself but were quickly shushed by the Doctor. You let out a whine, complaining that it was getting uncomfortable, but Doctor Gideon was having none of it.

"There, there, little dove. I don't want this moment to end just yet, but I'll take care of you. Don't worry your pretty head about it."

He rustles around in his coat pocket and pulls something out. You hear the cap of something being popped off, but as soon as you see what it is, Doctor Gideon already plunges the needle into your neck. Your eyelids instantly become heavy, and your mind drifts off into peaceful slumber.

CHAPTER ONE- The Swan Maiden

CHAPTER TWO- Rusalka

CHAPTER THREE- The Beast

Lucy Maclean was no stranger to the difficult to ignore feelings which were pressing at her body. Fingers slightly trembling, breath coming in shorter bursts than she would admit to, eyes unable to pull themselves fully away from the lounging ghoul who reclined in his nearby bunk with a relaxed stance; cowboy hat tipped across his face as he feigned sleep.

Lucy Maclean knew herself enough to understand that her restlessness wasn't the radition sickness which had recently started to touch at her peripherals again. Nor was it the fact that it had been weeks since she'd had any time to herself that wasn't shadowed by either her ghoulish companion or some other entity.

Lucy Maclean was horny and she was never one to deny herself a simple, sneaky little indulgence when the mood took her.

"Hey, Cooper." She called, fingers rolling across her bare forearms as she sat with her back to the wall, legs crossed in a neat pile. "You awake and listening to me?"

"Hard not to with those foghorn vocals." A grumpy response, muffled by the hat rang back at her. "What are you yapping your flap about?

"Do you want to have sex?"

In their time together, Lucy had never witnessed Cooper doing anything that her vault lessons had taught her were sexual acts. He didn't touch himself around her, didn't disappear for some self-relief as the boys did, didn't make any kind of pass at her like some of the others had done before her husband had been selected. As far as she knew, maybe the ghoul didn't even feel the same things she did, and that realisation made her roll back on her question almost as quickly as she had asked it.

"I mean, if you can have sex that is. I don't know if your," Lucy paused, unsure how to describe her partners physical state without causing offence, "condition, makes it possible. I don't even know if you have the right parts for it but there's other ways of experiencing pleasure. We could use our mou-"

Cutting herself off as her babbling reach a new octave, Lucy watched as Cooper's body - his frame stock still since she had asked her initial question - finally stirred into action. A reddened hand slowly rose from its position by his hip until it reached the cowboy hat, plucking the leather from his face as he turned to look at his bunkmate and travelling companion with an indescribable expression; various emotions fluttering through his typically stoic face.

"I know your experiences with ghouls are limited, princess." Cooper spoke patiently, voice low as he fired the hated nickname at her, her vocal dislike of the new monkier making it a very quick favourite of his. "But the whole package is still intact so let's get that established before you go telling people falsehoods about my good person."

"Okay. Noted." Lucy held her hands up apologetically and her knees touched as she lounged against the concrete wall which was supporting her. "But you didn't answer me. Do you want to? Have sex, I mean? Last time i did was with my assigned husband and it was good enough, great even, but then he tried to kill me and it was this whole thing."

Mentally filing that information away for future use and subtle further investigation, Cooper lay back fully against his own cot and tilted his head closer in her direction, thankful for the dimness of their shared room as it shielded most of his features.

"As much as I'd love to bury my bone in a new patch of land, I don't think that's necessarily the best choice in terms of this little partnership we've stitched together."

Indicating his sewn finger, he wagged it at her dismissively as a discomforting sensation flooded his stomach, mild arousal at the thought of some tail mixing with something dangerous that set his teeth on edge.

"Why not? It's only sex."

Suddenly feeling older than he had any right to, Cooper fell silent as he mused on her question for a moment.

Lucy Maclean.

Eyes as big as a doe, that girl was built soft but he was lucky enough to see people for what they truly were and the steel which lurked beneath the painful optimism and naivety that shone free of her would make her a dangerous player if she ever truly entered the game. He felt the burden of his own cruelty at times, cornering her into making decisions that would cause her little vaultie friends to vomit if they knew the violence she enacted, but with every difficult choice came a fresh coating to that steel which would see her survive and thrive in the wastelands.

It's only sex.

In his life, Cooper Howard had enjoyed less sexual partners than many would believe. A sticky fumbling in the upper level of an old barn had been his first, the other party a sweet girl from a nearby ranch who was two years older and knew what she wanted from him. Pretty soon after that came Barb and as soon as he laid eyes on her he never saw anything past her.

War was terrible for the other men and many lost themselves in drink and the women who haunted the barracks and backlines looking for poor souls to feed on. But not him. Never him.

Not when he had to come home to Barb.

Even when married and at the height of his fame, when aspiring young things would throw themselves at him, their perfumes overpowered by the stink of wine and cigarettes, he had rebuffed them politely. He was loyal and he enjoyed the fruits of that loyalty as he held his wife in his arms and basked in the sweet sounds that she would make as they fucked. Hell, she had even given him a daughter and he loved her every day for it.

War never changes.

But he did.

And fuck him if his new appearance and designation as a Ghoul didn't screw him out of any chance of some stress relief as he wandered the wastelands. Might as well have been a fucking leper for all the tail which was now afforded to him and his leathery visage.

Not for Lucy Maclean though.

She, it seemed, didn't care about any of that.

"Did I say something wrong? The leaders explained all acts of intercourse to us so I know what I'm doing and I consent fully."

Lucy's voice, heated with an almost defensive lilt, broke into his musings and Cooper blinked at her as the hole that made up his nose flared while he inhaled deeply.

"I don't doubt that, darling. I've seen how you handle a pistol." Reverting to his typical sarcasm as he looked, truly looked, at her, Cooper sighed at the earnestness which oozed from her features. "But I'm gonna have to decline. Politely."

"Is it because of me? Did i do somethig wrong? I mean, my husband didn't seem to mind but then he was planning on killing me anyway so y'know?" Making a wild gesture with her fingers as she spoke, the casualness of her speech wasn't enough to mask the genuine insecurity which threaded through the questions.

"You're fine. Attractive little thing, even. I think any man would jump at the chance to have you wrapped around them like an old holster."

He wasn't lying- and he wasn't blind. She was a good looking young woman, her innocence flickering like the dull embers of a welcoming fire in the darkness of the wastelands. She was enthusiastic, eager, and damn pretty with those big eyes and curved figure which hid beneath the bulky clothes which she used for protection. More than once he'd caught himself glancing at her as she bent to snatch up things from the floor and the few times he did allow himself to fall into something like sleep featured breathy moans and the feeling of long, brunette strands brushing through his ungloved hands. Mouthy too so he knew she would be a vocal one - probably yowling like a hellcat.

It would be so easy to have her.

A simple yes and she would no doubt leap into action, shedding those clothes as quickly as did her weapons when trying to find peaceful solutions to violent problems. He would treat her right, everh inch the gentleman cowboy and no doubt much better than that shady husband she'd unwittingly fucked. He'd show her things with his fingers and mouth that would have her screaming loud enough to wake up all the devils in hell. Against the cot, against the wall and against whatever furniture she wanted, he could show her how a real man treats a woman as they both burned off some stress.

Feeling a very definite stirring in his groin, Cooper was quick to banish the dangerous thoughts.

"But a bad man like me shouldn't be allowed near a pretty little thing yourself. You're ready for a lot, Lucy Maclean, but you ain't ready for that."

Something almost like understanding passed through her gaze and Lucy nodded, instead exhaling deeply as she tapped the back of her head against the wall behind her.

"In that case, would you mind leaving for an hour so that I can masturbate, please?"

Cursing himself for the little shred of morality which plucked at his heart and refused to allow him to ruin this unknowing tease of a woman, Cooper dutifully rose to his feet and marched to the nearby door.

"You get half an hour." He grunted, barely tilting his head towards her as he stormed out into the nighttime air - determined to get far enough away that there was no chance that he would hear her and break his determined stance.

Besides, he might not be fucking her but as his cock pressed against his slacks, he wasn't masochistic enough to deny himself a similar pleasure and the distance would also give him some much needed alone time.

Goddamn Lucy Maclean.

Links to rest of the series:

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6