The doctor is in (heat)

	“Right, I suppose we’ll get down to business now. I imagine that’s enough time for your blood pressure to have stabilized.” Takemi swiveled around her chair to face me and grabbed a few non-descript vials. “First a solid DNA sample.”
	I winced and began rolling up my sleeve. She laughed and brought a graduated cylinder to my mouth “Fill it, if you will. It has been an hour since you ate correct?”
	I nodded. I spat into the vessel, and again, and again. She examined it and put it back to my lips. “I’m afraid I need more than that.”
	I coughed and spluttered, my mouth was wet but I could produce no expectoration. I looked into the three-quarter full target and balked.
	“Harder than it sounds isn’t it? Makes you feel inadequate? Now imagine if I’d asked for semen.” She smirked and sealed the sample. “All men talk a big game but you’d be surprised at how small the common ejaculate is.”
	I stumbled over a word. I wasn’t quite sure what it was meant to be, but I covered by straightening my glasses.
	She pressed a similar vial into my hands.
	“Luckily for you, I don’t need any today. I do however need something from the same place, but much easier to produce.”
	I nodded. Right, urine. At her direction I passed through the curtain at the back of the clinic. I tried to not worry about the imposing and experimental looking machinery and what looked like most of a robot and unzipped my fly. Beginning was a challenge but once a flow had been established the quota was easily met. The true difficulty was stopping before creating a mess, I painfully clamped my bladder shut and was still wincing as I handed back the vial, which was warm in a disturbingly comfortable way.
	She strapped a cuff around my left arm and slowly pumped air in with a small bulb. She took her time, and as it contracted around my bicep she absentmindedly stroked my forearm up and down. She hummed surreptitiously as I felt her fingers run along my veins, but I could swear she was actually purring. My mind wandered in the monotony, she was leaned forward to examine me, offering an excellent view. Her short, tight dress fit her better than her surgical gloves did.
	“115 over 65, you’re nothing if not relaxed.” She caught me staring and blushed. “I suppose you’re wondering what this is.” She gently caressed the metal capsule dangling on her chest. A strange orange liquid sloshed inside. “Well, a girl has to have some secrets. Perhaps if you’re lucky you’ll find out some day.”
	She produced a small rubber mallet and wacked just below my knee, making me kick.
	“Scoot back.” She said producing an ophthalmoscope. I sat deeper on the bed and she sat upon my lap, cradled my head and began examining the depths of my left eye. The light the tool cast was unbearably bright, but at this moment even it could command little of my attention.
	Her thighs were soft and yielding against my legs. I could feel the warmth of her body running through me. She shifted to examine my right eye, we were practically embracing. Arms posed awkwardly by the sudden intrusion of my personal space, I mustered all the [COURAGE] I possessed and placed my right hand upon her milky thighs and my left upon her back.
	She giggled.
	“At the very least your appetite is healthy.” She guided my head down to examine my ears, which had the pleasant benefit of directing my chin upon her exquisite breast. Tempted though I was, I found myself rather at her whim in such a compromised position, and could hardly capitalize. I continued to run my hand along her leg slowly. She moved to examine the other ear and my first ear was pressed against her chest. I could hear an unsteady heart beat. Though she seemed quite cool and collected until now I realized her heart was throbbing irregularly with every pass of my hand along her leg.
	She pocketed the ophthalmoscope and put her stethoscope in her ears, placing it over my heart, she commanded me to take a few deep breaths. As she continued to listen she placed her left hand on my chest. Almost imperceptibly she left it falls down my torso until it crossed my belt. My face burned and I could feel my heart pounding. A smile stole across her face.
	“Right, now it’s my turn.” She straightened up and left my lap. “Remove your pants” I hesitated. “Don’t worry, if you’re… less than casual down there, I will understand. It is an occupational hazard for a woman of my age.”
	I complied, and felt my face flush as I presented a rather eager spectacle. She drew her hands up my leg and I quivered. “Ah yes the Sartorious line. Stroking it creates a rather comical reaction in men.” She reached up further as she continued to stroke the alleged line, making my gentler parts seemingly dance a merry jig in their housing. She noted the reaction. “Good, nerves functioning properly.” She grabbed somewhat more forcefully. “I love saying this… Turn your head and cough!”
	I begrudgingly followed her order, to an immense discomfort. “Good, no hernia. Those can be nasty.” I only just realized she had not worn gloves of any kind. “You’re lucky young men don’t have to undergo prostate exams. That is much more prolonged and uncomfortable… For some at least.” She turned to her paperwork and her business was mostly obscured, but I could swear I saw her licking her fingers. “Perhaps you would prefer I did?”
	No, I told her, definitely not.
	“As a lady I’ve never had to undergo the procedure.” She turned back around. “But naturally, as a lady, there are many quite similar experiences.”
	My eagerness pronounced itself far more erratically for a moment and Tae smacked her lips.
	“How extensive is family planning class these days? I imagine it’s fairly extensive due to our declining birth rate. Or perhaps that means it isn’t extensive enough.”
	I swallowed hard.
	“Would you care for a demonstration?”
	Yes.
	“I assumed as much.” Tae took me in hand and steered me onto my back on the bed. “Condoms are nice, diaphragms are better, but birth control is far and beyond the best way to go.” She lifted the skirt of her short dress and descended upon me with a moan. “Of course, you should always consult with a doctor to make sure it is right for you or your partner.” She struggled to get the practiced phrase out through labored breaths.
	She slipped her dress over her head and discarded it, opting to keep the long white lab coat on, clearly she thought it enhanced the scenario, I heartily agreed.
	“Also...” she gasped. “You should be sure you inspect your partner’s breasts for lumps or hard spots whenever possible!” she grabbed my hands, previously on her hips, and shoved them against her round and perfect breasts. They were firm and soft, though sizeable they did not sag or sway and stood with a perky bounce on each thrust. The only lumps were her brazen and erect nipples.
	She slowed for a moment catching her breath, sweat rolled down her luscious body. “I should say that as your doctor you should never consider taking recreation drugs…” She tore the metal capsule from her chest and twisted it. With a flash and a crackling sound the orange liquid turned deep purple. “But you should take this. QUICKLY NOW!”
	She uncapped the vessel and tipped it into my mouth. It tasted of pennies and lawn grass. It burned my sinuses as it went down. I coughed and spluttered as Tae resumed her previous pace.
	I was reaching my limit, and although she quaked and wailed she clearly saw no end in sight. I was ridden bare with no break, no breather. I gasped and yelled as I was emptied and lay defeated, but she did not stop.
	It hurt for a moment, but then something peculiar happened. A fire rose inside me. A power I had never felt before. Stronger than even the surge of awakening to my persona, I felt invincible.
	I rose and tumbled Tae onto her back, taking my place on top and set on my way with the gusto and confidence of a much older man. Wave after wave hit me, there seemed to be no end to it. How many times had she bought me? Five? Ten?
	“It worked, I’m a genius!” Tae screeched between fits of ecstasy.
	Eventually it was curfew, not soon enough I realized, as I had likely just pulled every muscle in my body in that extended display. As my watch beeped annoyingly I sank next to Tae and felt my body immobilize completely. I contented myself to watching her chest rise and fall as she took huge, steadying breaths.
	What, I asked, was in that god-like concoction. Would I be blind soon?
	Tae giggled incessantly. “Ginger beer to make it burn, wheatgrass for that medicine taste, some food dye and a blasting cap for effect. That’s the trick with placebos. It’s all about showmanship.”