Fantasy Girl 01

"There, there. We'll take care of you." Dr. Hancock patted my back and pressed a slip of paper into my hand. "Here's a check for a thousand dollars. And you can still pick up your three hundred dollar stipend on the way out. Go home and get some rest. Come back in a week and we'll run some tests. We'll see what we can do to fix this condition."

"B-but what am I supposed to do about this?" I gestured to my wanton body and still-sticky face. "I can't go out in public."

"Try to stay away from men." My attendant said.

"But I live in a co-ed dorm!" I wailed.

"You can always come home with me," my attendant smirked.

An image of me bent over the doctor's desk rose up in my mind. My trembling hands held my ass cheeks spread, and the puckered hole lay perfectly prepared for penetration. It glistened with lube, and gaped slightly from where he'd used a plug to stretch me.

He positioned himself against my hole and thrust inside.

I cried out.

"No!" My eyes flew open, and the pleasure of the fantasy faded. I looked up to find both the doctor and his assistant looking at me with flushed faces and hungry eyes.

I stood too quickly, and had to steady myself as vertigo took me. Finally I said, "I'll just get dressed and go home."

"Goodbye Virginia. We'll see you next week."

I hurried from the office, changed back into my clothes, collected my three hundred dollars at the front desk and rushed out of the building. I stopped short.

The quad outside was like a minefield, studded with men. If I got too close to them, and one started to fantasize about me, I would have a hard time stopping myself. How was I going to get home? How was I going to make it through the next week?

I didn't know the answers to any of those questions, but I did know enough to be very afraid of the things I'd do in the week ahead.

Continued in Issue 02...