Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 01

And that was a damn shame, because Bryce was insanely fucking hot. Dr. White couldn't get over it. He was like a fucking perfect specimen of a man. He was a big dude, maybe 6'4", and built. His work kept him in great shape, as he was muscular and fit, with his sheer size making him seem like an imposing obstacle. He was like a redwood of a man, and Dr. White couldn't stop herself from fantasizing about climbing all over him. Additionally, he was really good looking, with an intense gaze and striking features. He had closely shorn dark hair, and he always seemed to have a five o'clock shadow that made him come across as a pillar of raw masculinity. It was too bad he was such a blunt, hard-headed object. He was a hammer, and while Dr. White quite often imagining herself as the one being nailed by him, she had to choose her battles wisely and redirect her efforts elsewhere, to seek out tools far more malleable to being bent to her will.

After some discussion with the couple, and hearing some of the medical complications they were dealing with, they ended up settling on the idea of attempting in vitro fertilization with a surrogate, using Judy's egg and Bryce's seed. The main problem with that was the sheer cost of that option. While both were working double-time to bring in as much cash as possible for it, both of them knew deep down they couldn't quite afford it as things stood at the moment.

It was then that Dr. White had a bolt of inspiration. She told them that she knew some people and she could make a few calls to work out a slightly better deal and have a quicker path to tracking down a willing surrogate. The couple seemed excited about this option. But Dr. White tied it together with another possibility, namely that Bryce volunteer for her hypnosis study. It was a paid study, wherein he would make money for his time, as would nine other volunteers who were participating. Dr. White had initially asked for both, but Judy's schedule couldn't get it to work. But Bryce could make it work, despite him not wanting it to. Although he seemed rather skeptical of the whole idea of hypnotism, he liked the idea of making easy cash for an hour a week of just sitting there, so he accepted.

As noted before, the study wasn't the rousing success she'd hoped for, with the results being mixed. But there were some promising results that could lead to something more, and for that, she was excited. However, when looking at things from Bryce's perspective, Dr. White could understand his annoyance. But all results were good results, so in that sense, things were going well.

Dr. White stood up from her desk and pulled open a closet door so she could take a look at herself. She'd learned to strike that balance perfectly in choosing outfits that maintained professionalism while flattering her impressive figure. Today, she was wearing a thin, silky, button-up purple top, with a snug black skirt that went down to her knees. She wore black mesh stockings on her long, taut legs, with some matching high heels on her feet. Straightening her hair and adjusting her glasses, she then reached up to button a few more buttons on her top. She gotten good at tailoring her appearance for whoever she was meeting with. For men like Bryce, she always made sure to show a slightly less than professional amount of cleavage. But with others, like her upcoming patient, it was best to keep her hot body under wraps as to not threaten them.

She then turned so her side was facing the mirror. With all the talk of pregnancy and babies with Judy and Bryce, she couldn't help but let her mind go there with herself. What it would be like if she got pregnant. She'd been thinking about it a lot lately. She imagined her trim belly rising with a child growing inside of her. Jennifer had never been one to feel a great compulsion to settle down and have babies. She just wasn't wired that way. That being said, with her current line of study, it seemed inevitable that she'd be exploring that side of the equation eventually. The effect of pregnancy on both her mind and body, and if there would be an affect, either positive or negative, on her future seductions of men. Would there be any obvious changes, would there be some innate, unspoken affect at having men knowing she had a viable body for breeding? It all seemed like fertile territory to explore.

Plus, it would make her boobs look huge!

Hey, even Dr. White wasn't invulnerable to vanity. In fact, she'd found herself getting more and more vain and looks-oriented than she'd ever been before. Any little change to her appearance or body was noted. One positive to all the intense fucking she'd taken part in recently was that it felt like her breasts had gotten ever-so-slightly larger than they had been. Maybe it was purely from use, or maybe there was some correlation between the amount of sex had with cup size. Like, all the sexual endorphins in her veins had affected her body, increasing her cup size in order to ensure more sex. But whatever it was, she'd clocked it. And her huge boobs had continually proven to be her greatest weapons at breaking down and seducing men. She couldn't help but imagine what would happen if her tits swelled up even bigger than they already were. Just imagine the damage she could do...

Thinking about her many recent misadventures drew her attention elsewhere. In moving to this new office, she'd found an added feature that she'd never encountered in real life. There was a safe in the wall, hidden behind a painting that the previous occupants had left in place. Feeling like this was something out of a movie, she felt compelled to put something in there, just out of principal. It was too cool to just not use. Luckily, she had the perfect idea.

After the seduction of her former patient, Eddie, she'd participated in some extracurricular activities with him and the woman she'd set him up with once their time was done, Krystal. After a night of dirty nasty fun with the pair of them, she'd come across something of great interest to her the next morning: his discarded wedding ring from his first marriage to Annie. Tossed carelessly aside among loose change and other knickknacks, it caught the doctor's eye as soon as she saw it, and she couldn't help toying with it between her fingers as she sipped her coffee the next morning. Krystal didn't seem the type to attach much meaning to things, so when the doctor asked her if she could keep Eddie's wedding ring for herself, Krystal didn't put up the slightest bit of fight in giving this once prized item of Eddie's away. By this point, her and Eddie had rings of their own, and as long as it didn't get in the way of her having sex with her man, she didn't really care.

From there, it became Dr. White's thing. If she successfully broke apart a marriage through her direct efforts, she did her best to obtain some sort of totem to honor that. And for the most part, it had been wedding rings. In the months since she'd pivoted towards this pursuit of the dark depths of filthy sex, she'd broken up six marriages, plus a few non-marriage relationships. Pulling the painting away from the wall, with it swinging out on hinges, she punched in the digits of the combination and pulled open the door of the safe. In there, placed neatly on a carved wooden shelf for just such a purpose, sat the results of her dedication. Six wedding rings from the six marriages she'd directly demolished. Additionally, she'd been able to procure a wedding ring from the very first marriage she'd helped break up. Gina, her mentor, had convinced the doctor to assist in stealing her daughter's husband from her, and Dr. White, caught up in the heat of this wicked idea, did as she'd commanded. And while Dr. White had no doubt that Gina would see the appeal of holding onto the ring of the marriage her new man once shared with her daughter, that daughter of hers didn't. Or, to put it more accurately, Jenny didn't really have a choice. Gina's daughter Jenny had been completely broken by losing her husband to her own mom, and with a little bit of gaslighting by Dr. White, she'd been committed to a psychiatric facility indefinitely, not knowing if what she'd seen was real or not. Being her primary doctor, Dr. White had access to her personal effects. And with no one at the facility having any reason to doubt her, the doctor was able to pilfer her wedding ring with no one noticing.

These were items shared between two people on what they thought was the most important day of their lives. In that moment, these rings meant everything to them. To have them reduced to what they were now, expensive but ultimately meaningless baubles, trophies stolen by them for a greater purpose... it felt like an unholy perversion of such a sacred ritual. Instead of being worn proudly on fingers, a symbol of love for all to see, they were hidden in secret, bathed in darkness, a relic of a loving relationship long gone. The only one that would occasionally see the light of day was Eddie's, as she threaded a chain through it and wore it as a necklace, further compounding her destruction of that marriage by keeping the ring on a chain around her neck. This kept the wedding band lodged firmly between her big round tits, a further insult to this once important item, especially during the times she wore it while meeting with Eddie's former wife.

It wasn't just wedding rings that she got her hands on. She had a couple other items stored in the safe, the best she could do given the circumstances. One, a locket, meant to connect two long-distance lovers even when they were far apart. Now, they were further apart than ever, thanks to Dr. White. The other item, a promise ring, shared between a young, in-love pair. The young man in the equation came to the doctor struggling to contain his sexual urges, doing his darndest to save himself for his lady love. With the doctor's help, he learned to stop repressing his sexual desires and found himself a rather fun way to vent all that pressure inside him. Maybe not the answer he was looking for, but it was no doubt the one he needed. And thanks to that, there was a whorish, big breasted high school dropout getting deep-dicked by the once virginal young stud, thus proving how useless such a thing as a promise ring really was. There was a lot of space left in this safe, in this ring-holder. If all went well, Dr. White would fill it up. And hopefully, she wouldn't stop there.

Based on recent experiences, she now knew that with enough time, she could probably break up even the happiest of couples. She'd had great success lately, and she was starting to believe that once she got a man she wanted sitting across from her in her office, it was a done deal. As soon as a taken stud stepped into her clutches, his cock was destined to end up inside her. No doubt. As a slut, she'd quickly leveled up, becoming dangerously effective at her craft.

But as a scientist, she couldn't shake the fact the results were starting to get a bit redundant. While she took different paths each time in convincing some of her male patients to bury their cocks' balls-deep inside her, and while each seduction did give her new information to enter within her notebook, new lessons to be inscribed in her 'Code of Slut's', these results were only a small part in the great expanse of sexual depths she was looking to explore. And although she planned to keep exploring this lane further, she knew she had to spread her wings and study other avenues of sex and seduction. And after a close call about a month prior, where one of the wives she met with momentarily appeared suspicious of the wicked doctor after losing her husband to her, Dr. White realized she was playing with fire. That someday, she might get figured out. She was very good at managing them so far, but she wasn't looking to have any vengeful wives out there seeking revenge. That would ruin the fun. So, as fun as it was to break up couples who came through her doors, who put their trust in her... she knew deep down that she had to be a bit more judicious about her chosen seductions. And additionally, she realized that she might have to put some distance between herself and some of the explosive break-ups she was inciting. Enough distance where no one should suspect a thing...

This was a chance for her to learn a new skill. To play cupid, to be a matchmaker and bring two people together with them ever knowing it. Not a traditional match, like one you'd see in a rom-com, where two wayward single people had a meet-cute and fell in love. No, this had an added level of difficulty, with the subjects of the match being a married man and a stone-cold slut. If all went to plan, this would be the first time she'd ever get a married man to cheat without even meeting him. Without having the chance to sink her claws in him herself, which would just have to be the sacrifice she made for her work. For science. It was probably better science, to be honest, as typically the conductor of a study isn't supposed to be so heavily involved with its subjects. It would be a challenge, especially doing this all from a distance, but she always relished a challenge.

Suddenly, her desk phone rang, stirring her from her thoughts.

"Dr. White, Elizabeth is here," Ash said to her once she picked up her phone.

"I'll be right out," Dr. White replied. Closing up the safe and putting the painting back in place, she checked her image one more time before closing the closet door and heading out towards the waiting area.

"Come on back, Elizabeth," Dr. White greeted the clearly panicking blonde seated in the waiting area late on a Friday. Nodding at her, Elizabeth stood up and followed her, eyes meekly on the carpet as she did so. Dr. White strode confidently towards her office as the meek young blonde followed.

Elizabeth was a petite young woman, about 27 years old. Short, skinny, she was wearing an outfit that looked cute but wasn't exactly flattering. An almost sweater-like black, long-sleeved top, showing nothing on her chest and looking somewhat bulky on her slim figure. Down lower, pants that looked a little too big for her, again favoring comfort over style. On her feet were simple black flats. Nonetheless, she was a very pretty young woman. Bright, big green eyes, full lips, a good complexion and silky blonde tresses down to her shoulders. There was also something very precious about her, an inherent gentleness and fragility that would make your heart want to go out to her. That being said, to some, this meekness likely made her a target for easy ridicule.

"Take a seat," she smiled warmly at Elizabeth as she guided her into her office. Not looking up, she marched into the office, taking her seat across from Dr. White's chair. Calmly, Dr. White grabbed her notebook before sitting down. Smiling warmly at Elizabeth, the doctor greeted her. "How are you feeling today, Elizabeth?"

The young blonde woman quickly grabbed a folded-up piece of green paper from her purse, unfolded it, and held it up for Dr. White, staring right at her as she did so.

"My office all of a sudden decided to throw a big Christmas party!" she said angrily.

"Okay?" Dr. White replied, scrunching her eyebrows, seemingly confused.

"My boss is always super cheap with office parties, and she never wants us to bring guests. And I swear she's pocketing some money that's meant for parties and spending it on herself, but I can't prove that for sure. Anyways, all of a sudden, she's throwing a huge office Christmas party with catering and booze and a DJ, and she wants us to bring our spouses. Stacy even said, like, two weeks ago that no one other than employees could come. Then, just like that... she changes her tune? It says 'Please bring your spouse/partner so they can be introduced to the Harper Finance family.' I've worked there for three years. It is not a warm, family atmosphere! It's like they saw my nightmares, and are making them real! I... I... I don't know what to do!" Elizabeth said, panicking.

"Ah," Dr. White said, nodding, suddenly understanding Elizabeth's issue. "So, you have to bring Ryan into the office. Which means... he's gonna meet her."

"I mean, they have to know I'm married at this point, and knowing them like I do, if I'm the one person who doesn't bring their spouse, they'll only use it an excuse to crap on me further. I can't win!" Elizabeth said, putting her head in her hands.

"Elizabeth..." Dr. White said calmly, waiting patiently for the blonde wife to look up at her. Once she did, she continued. "We've talked about this. Keeping Ryan hidden from your life as 'your little secret' isn't a tenable choice. If you can't share your entire life with your husband, then your marriage will fall apart from that alone. You can't keep him hidden forever. And I know you don't like your boss, but we both know deep down that is highly unlikely that what you fear would actually come to pass."

"It's happened once!" Elizabeth said firmly. Dr. White nodded and smiled calmly.

"That was a high school relationship. And as far along as you and your ex were, that was very much a young and immature relationship. You and Ryan are married. You... your husband, your boss... they are all grown adults. Ryan married you, and by all accounts he's never given you any reason to doubt him. You need to believe in him. You need to trust him. If you can't even trust your husband to go to an office Christmas party with you, then you might have greater problems. And I don't think you two do."

"I know," Elizabeth said. "And I know you always say I'm catastrophizing things, but you don't know girls like Stacy. I do. I've been dealing with them all my life."

"I understand what you're dealing with, Elizabeth. I really do," Dr. White stated. "And I understand who you're dealing with. But you have no reason to doubt Ryan."

"I had no reason to doubt Johnny either!" Elizabeth pointed out. "And now he's doing God knows what with that fucking bitch he ended up with!"

Ah, yes. Johnny. The man that had really spurred this recent breakdown of Elizabeth's. She'd come into Dr. White's office for the first time about eight months prior, and Dr. White still recalled the story she came in with rather well.

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(Eight Months Prior)

"There was a guy I dated when I was younger. Johnny." Elizabeth began, beginning to tell the doctor her most embarrassing bit of history. "We'd known each other since we were kids. We were best friends. Our parents grew up together. Me and him went to the same church. Even as a little girl, before I even understood what love was, I always thought me and him were gonna end up together."

"And we did end up together. From middle school on, me and him dated. We went to different schools back then, so nobody else around me knew. I was... kind of a wallflower back then. No one really paid me much attention. I was just there. No one would have suspected that I had this super awesome boyfriend at another school. He was my secret, and every time someone looked past me, or made fun of me, I just thought about Johnny, and how I had this amazing guy that loved me more than anything."

"Then I went to high school, and there was this girl. Kayla. She had been going to a different school, and our schools combined when we got to high school. She'd been the popular girl at her school, and once our classes combined, she immediately became the queen bee there, too, even over all the popular girls from my school. She was gorgeous, and smart, but she was probably the worst person I've ever met."

"In what way?" Dr. White asked patiently.

"Oh my God, every way!" Elizabeth says. "I sat behind her in Spanish class, and she would talk to her friend right there in front of me about all this wild stuff, as if I wasn't even there. As if my presence didn't even matter. And when she did notice me, she would look at me as if I was dirt on her shoe. And oh my God, she was vile! She would talk down everyone around her, say such awful things about them. And not just people she didn't like, but girls that were ostensibly her friends. Any blemish or imperfection, or any embarrassing moment, she would happily share. She would laugh as she tore down her friends, her rivals, teachers. Anyone. She talked about this one time a girl she was friends with had hit on a boy that she was interested in, and the friend knew that Kayla had feelings for him. In response, Kayla invited this girl to a party, got her really drunk, and shaved off all her hair. Her supposed 'friend' never came back to school, and she was no doubt traumatized. But to her, it was this hilarious thing to laugh about."