Like a Wisp of Steam by Thomas Roche (best reads of all time txt) 📕

unforgiving expression he'd flashed at Clara Brook, and Victoria filled with familiar excitement as she vividly recalled her girlhood crush on the family doctor. She fought the nervous heat that brought to her body and mind as Dr.

Fitzmartin spoke to her.

"Victoria, I'd like for you to come in, please."

"Yes, Dr. Fitzmartin," said Victoria nervously, standing.

She wished suddenly that she had a moment to freshen up.

She felt so hot and sweaty, despite the fact that it was not a warm day.

* * * *

"Your husband has described your symptoms to me," said Charles coldly. "I see a clear diagnosis of hysteria."

"Hysteria?" asked Victoria, uncomprehending.

Arthur waved his hand in dismissal. "There's no need to explain it all to my wife, Doctor. She doesn't have a head for such matters."

Despite herself, Victoria shot Arthur a dirty look, which, luckily, her husband did not see.

"All right, then," said Charles. "What's important is that there is a new procedure to treat such nervous conditions as yours. Mrs. Barker, I think such treatments would clearly be of benefit to you."

Victoria couldn't stop looking at Charles. Something about the way Clara had touched her had awakened all of Victoria's girlhood desires for Dr. Fitzmartin. She recalled the long afternoons under the apple tree imagining that the good doctor was there with her, the warm feelings such reveries elicited in her body. She remembered the fantasized trips to Dr. Fitzmartin's office for an "examination" much more thorough than any he would ever give her in reality.

"Whatever you think best," sighed Victoria, tears forming in her eyes once again.

Victoria sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.

Arthur took note of his young wife's tears and began to grumble. "Good God, Charles, the woman's in crisis. Let's get this over with. Now Victoria, mind you, I'm not going to be around for this treatment. You know I've got a weak stomach for all those woman-things." As if to punctuate his remark, Arthur turned a peculiar shade of green and shuddered, looking away from Victoria. "But I'll be back to retrieve you in one hour—no longer—so don't worry. This treatment ... Well, Charles will explain everything to you." Arthur gave his wife another nauseated look and cleared his throat. "It's all right if I go now, Doctor?"

"Certainly," said Charles coldly, his distaste for Arthur Barker showing through for the first time.

Arthur leapt out of his chair as if he were a schoolboy given a reprieve from the classroom on a warm spring day.

"Tut-tut, now, Victoria, I'm sure the treatment'll seem distasteful at first, but Charles here's a trained physician, so you're in good hands." Then Arthur was gone, having bolted with admirable velocity for a man his age.

Charles turned to regard Victoria, his gaze cold and clinical.

"Well then," said the doctor. "Shall we begin?"

* * * *

Victoria was more than a little nervous at the prospect of this "procedure." Charles told her nothing other than that it would involve rather "personal" places, that it was somewhat

"unconventional," and that she must at all times stay very relaxed. Charles summoned Clara to escort Victoria to a changing room and help her into the gown that would be necessary for her to wear during the procedure.

Victoria blushed as Clara helped her undress.

"Now darling," said Clara Brook with a voice as soft as silk.

"There's no need to be shy. I've seen it all." With that, she began unlacing Victoria's corset, slowly revealing her smooth white belly and breasts. Victoria blushed more deeply, wishing yet again that she had more for Clara to see. But Clara was plainly enchanted with Victoria's small yet firm breasts.

"Aren't these the most delicious things?" giggled Clara, running her hand over the buds of Victoria's nipples. "It's so nasty having more, you know. And I think it's quite clever the way these small ones look in a swimsuit."

Now Victoria was blushing uncontrollably as her nipples stiffened and tingled with intense sensation. It excited her to be complimented like this by such an obviously fetching woman a few years younger than her. But more than that, it excited her to be undressed by Clara. Even so, Victoria was fairly sure that she oughtn't to be letting Clara pinch and stroke her breasts like she was doing. Then again, Clara was a trained doctor's assistant—couldn't this be part of the procedure?

As if reading Victoria's thoughts, Clara cooed softly, "Now Victoria, darling, just relax. I'm well-trained in these matters, and this is a necessary part of the medical procedure."

Then Clara was pushing Victoria onto an examination table, pressing her lips around one firm bud and suckling like a baby while her other hand pinched and teased Victoria's other nipple to full erection. Victoria's eyes went wide and she let out a low moan of pleasure as unexpected sensations flooded through her body with every flicker of Clara's tongue.

Clara was pulling Victoria's dress down further with her free hand, all the while coaxing her breasts to more exquisite sensation.

Suddenly the door to the examination room opened, and Dr. Fitzmartin stood in the doorway with a stern expression on his face. Victoria flooded with shame as she realized that she was partially undressed—Charles could see her breasts quite plainly. But Victoria's shame mingled with another sensation—an excitement, as if it was some sort of lascivious thrill to be showing herself to her family doctor. Victoria knew that was awful: he was a medical professional, after all, and his interest in her body was merely clinical.

In that moment, Charles looked away and covered his eyes.

Clara looked up guiltily from Victoria's breasts, her face blushing deep crimson.

"Clara," growled Dr. Fitzmartin. "What have I told you?

You're to prepare the patient without getting carried away, do you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor," said Clara, chastened. Dr. Fitzmartin closed the door and Clara looked up at Victoria. She gave a naughty little giggle and returned to undressing Victoria.

* * * *

Victoria was gowned for the procedure without further incident. She gathered that there would be some sort of involvement with her private parts, which both