Medical Malpractice

Casey came in for her yearly exam like always. Dr. Wales looked composed at first, gloves on, chart open. Then her hands shook. She switched gloves twice before she even touched Casey. Something about the way Casey’s thighs were spread seemed to throw her off. "I have to ask you something personal," Dr. Wales said. Her voice was tight. She asked how often Casey masturbated. Whether her orgasms came from penetration or her clit. Whether anything was too tight. Casey answered, each question making heat bloom between her legs. The doctor skipped the usual light touch and slipped two gloved fingers straight inside her. She moved them slow, feeling walls contract, mapping every pulse. Casey had never felt a speculum dragged across her clit before, but there it was, cool metal slipping over slick skin. Dr. Wales exhaled hard. "This next test I can only do myself," she said, and opened a drawer. The medical strap-on gleamed there, curved, slim, purple. It fastened with clinical buckles, already fitted between the doctor’s thighs. She pressed a button; it warmed and vibrated low. She climbed onto the table, coat brushing Casey’s knees. One slick glide and the strap-on slid in, deep, controlled, the vibration pressing straight against the front wall. Casey’s head tipped back. The rhythm was precise, clinical, each thrust deliberate. Dr. Wales watched her face the entire time. When Casey came, she clenched around the toy and the doctor let out a shaky breath, like she’d been holding it since the appointment started.