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

"I had to change in a gas station, and I tried my best to clean up fully, but I couldn't shower, because I'd checked out of my hotel already," Elizabeth began. "So, I had to travel like that. I had to be on an airplane in that state. I could have just gone to the airport straight from my room, but I wanted revenge. All I accomplished instead was getting my head dunked in toilet."

"Did it sting extra knowing that as you were on that plane, drowning in that humiliation, the woman who did that to you and the man you once loved were probably having really intense sex, just like she said they would?" Dr. White asked. Elizabeth winced as she heard this. This question stung, but it was true.

"Yeah, it hurt," the young wife replied. A silence hung between them as the doctor let the young wife live in that moment. Finally, she continued.

"Did you tell your husband what happened?" Dr. White asked. Her new patient gave her a withering look.

"Did I tell my husband that I got my head dunked in a toilet by my high school bully? No. That, like a lot of other things, is information I don't volunteer about my past," Elizabeth stated. Dr. White nodded.

"So, this event has no doubt stuck with you since then, I assume?" Dr. White asked calmly, having re-gathered herself.

"Yeah, a bit," Elizabeth stated sarcastically. "But that's not even the reason I'm here. Trust me, I wasn't exactly excited to admit all this. This is just the prelude to explain why I'm actually here."

"Oh... and what's that?" Dr. White inquired.

"I'm afraid it's all gonna happen again," Elizabeth said.

"What do you mean?" Dr. White replied.

"I work in an office," the blonde began. "We do finance stuff. It's pretty intense, but I just try to keep my head down and do good work. But... I have this boss. Her name is Stacy. She's not even much older than me, maybe a year or two, but she's in charge. And it's only since this whole incident with Kayla that it all sort of crystallized for me. Stacy is Kayla. I get that exact same vibe from her that I always got from Kayla. She is a fucking bully, and she treats the office like its high school, with herself as the queen bee popular girl. She has her friend group who she always is talking to. Her best friend there is this bitch Kendall who has been there a few years longer Stacy was. She used to be really nice and friendly. She's well-educated and good at her job. But as soon as Stacy became the boss, they became thick as thieves, and Kendall was suddenly a mean girl. It was like Stacy's attitude rubbed off on her. Stacy used to keep her bad behavior under wraps, but once they put her in charge, she didn't hold back anymore. She openly tears down other women she finds beneath her, like me. She's pretty vicious..."

"What does she say?" Dr. White interrupted.

"Like," Elizabeth began before pausing, the act of remembering all the shit Stacy's said to her a painful memory. "Like she's openly called me a dumbass, even in front of some higher-ups. She makes fun of my hair, and the way I dress. Just any nitpick she could find. She talks about me like I'm some sad, pathetic cat-lady that has nothing waiting for me at home. She always throws extra work at me when she leaves early, because her social life matters more than mine. She runs down most of my work whenever she has the chance, treats me like a bumbling idiot even if the numbers check out. She sends me away from her whenever she can. And she always calls me Lizzy, and I hate being called Lizzy, and she knows it. She just... she sucks."

"But anyways, for the women who she thinks are more at her level, they have to throw out their dignity and get behind her. If they don't, if they cross her, she gets cutthroat. She breaks them down, throws all sorts of shit at them, and tears them apart till they either kiss that ring or leave. And with men... she knows how to work it. She has them all curled around her finger. It's like... how can they not see how she behaves? How can they not see how she rotten she is? I know there are all sorts of jokes about men, but most of the ones I know aren't so weak-willed around a hot woman."

"So, she's hot?" Dr. White asked.

"Oh, yeah! She's a fucking goddess," Elizabeth stated bluntly, knowing her appeal was undeniable. "She's a smoking hot, super-skinny Asian woman with a big ass and huge boobs. Of course, guys would find her hot. I get that. But so many guys that I like and respect would do anything to be on her good side, even if she treats them like shit. It's sad. And with the guys that she does like... all she does is flirt and tease and work it. Even if the guys are taken. Even if it's unprofessional. She knows what's she's doing. And she can do it well. She dresses to the nines every day. She has these super-expensive high heels. She always wears these tight, tiny short skirts that hug her fucking perfect ass. And she always just happens to show an unprofessional amount of cleavage every day. Without fail. The only times she doesn't is when she comes to work from the gym, and she's wearing her tight clingy workout clothes when she walks in before she changes. Like, one time, I was trying to talk with this big foreign customer, and I couldn't focus on them because Stacy was standing next to my desk talking to someone in these fucking tight yoga pants, and her ass was right in front of my face. Part of me thinks she does it on purpose."

"The higher-ups let her get away with anything because they either want to be cool with her or be friends with her or want to have sex with her. And that pretty much applies to my coworkers. Way too many of them are super obvious in their kissing of her amazing ass. Looking back at it now, it is EXACTLY the same as with Kayla. And... I can't help but fear that it would somehow turn out the same way."

"You fear Stacy's gonna have sex with your husband? That she'll steal him in the same way Kayla stole John?" Dr. White stated. Elizabeth winced at this, finding the doctor's question insensitive. Dr. White noted this.

"Yes," Elizabeth admitted. "I mean, people know I'm married, but I'm not sure she knows the first thing about me. And it's to the point that, just to be safe, I don't wear my wedding ring on my finger, because I don't want her to know I'm married. I wear it on a chain on my neck, and I tuck it in my shirt... near my heart. Because I can't risk losing him. Not him..."

"Tell me about him. Your husband," Dr. White suggested warmly, not wanting to spook Elizabeth.

"He's... he's amazing. He really is," the young wife began, smiling happily. "We met freshman year of college. I was away from home and a little nervous. And I'm not exactly Miss Outgoing. But it was a new, fresh start, and I was excited. I actually went outside my comfort zone, and went to a few parties. But as much as I tried, it wasn't my scene. But I met someone else that I could just tell felt the same way. Ryan." Elizabeth smiled warmly at this happy memory. "He looked as nervous as I did. And I plucked the courage to go over to him and say hi. He was really cute. He had dark blonde hair, a little shaggy. He was tall and kinda skinny. He had glasses, and although he was a little nerdy, he was quite charming. He has this amazing smile, too. I'd been so heartbroken over Johnny, and I thought about him all the time, but for the first time, I was looking beyond him. To a future with a different guy. We started dating, and I realized we had a lot in common. Similar taste in movies and TV and politics. We had a few differences. He wasn't terribly religious, and he was a Computer Engineering major. Not a Business major like me. He's into sports, and I'm not at all. And even though he's the nicest guy, he can tell some surprisingly wicked jokes. But you don't want to be with someone who's exactly the same as you, right? We are different, but still so similar. It really feels right with him."

"That's great!" Dr. White stated with a friendly smile.

"All the other 'cool' college girls looked past him because he wasn't some frat bro party animal. He wasn't a big drinker, and he was a good student, and most girls don't respect that kind of thing," Elizabeth continued. "You could tell he appreciated the fact that I wasn't that type of girl. That I loved him for the reasons someone should. I think, looking back, Johnny was a bit sheltered, so when he had to face down real-deal, public school sluts like Kayla, he crumbled. But Ryan... he wasn't sheltered. He was confident. He could talk to some hot girl and not go googly eyed. Given my history, I got nervous when I saw him talking to someone like that, but he always came back to me. He'd chosen me as much as I'd chosen him."

"That is really great," Dr. White said.

"And I'm lucky I got in there early. He was cute when we met, but over the course of college, he really blossomed. He began working out, and he grew up a bit more and matured. Like... it all just came together for him. By senior year he got really hot! And while, for selfish reasons, I certainly didn't mind... but again, after Johnny, I was leery about other girls discovering him. Discovering what an amazing guy he was and wanting him for themselves. But I didn't need to worry. Ryan always came back to me. He started to get a lot of attention from some really hot girls, but he never wavered. He was mine for real." Elizabeth stated proudly, smiling.

"And it's gone great since then. Once we got together, we were inseparable. We dated for about four years, and got married a few months after we graduated. And I ended up following him out here once he got his job, and we've been here ever since," she said with a shrug.

"And he's given you no reason to doubt him?" Dr. White asked. The young wife shook her head.

"No. Not at all. He's been a great husband. We are both introverts, so we don't have the biggest social life, but we do have friends, and we all go out sometimes. And... whenever he's around any attractive women, he hasn't done anything the slightest bit wrong. A total gentleman. I shouldn't be doubting him," Elizabeth began before shaking her head. "But... the situation is just so eerily similar to everything with Johnny that I can't shake it. And, like... because we have a small social circle, it's kinda the same situation where he's my little secret. And again... I can't help but think about what'll happen if I have to bring him into my other life. My work life. I can't shake it. It honestly keeps me up at night sometimes. In my head, I know it's insane, just part of me goes back to what Kayla said and I can't help but let my mind go there and think that I'm destined to always be the loser girl compared to women like Kayla and Stacy."

A long pause fell between them.

"Well, Elizabeth," Dr. White began. "In my experience, the kind of thing that happened between Kayla and John is a one in a million occurrence. Not only that, it's a once in a lifetime event. It's not often you end up being so wrong about someone. Trust me when I tell you that it won't happen again. Looking at you from here, someone who has a great job, and a great husband, and seems so kind and well put-together, you don't seem like so big of a loser as to have two relationships end in such catastrophic fashion. Not at all. Your life is a success story!" The pretty young wife smiled at this bit of support. "And I would be happy to work with you so you can finally realize that same truth for yourself. You've given me a lot to go over, but I am confident we will get everything sorted out and in its proper place. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that," Elizabeth said, happy that this highly recommended doctor seemed so happy to help her.

They made small talk as Dr. White led her out to the lobby, sending her over to Ash to set up her next appointment after wishing her a goodnight. Her appointments for the day completed, she closed the door to the lobby behind her, walking quickly. Closing and locking her office door behind her, she could finally let loose now that she was completely alone.

"Fuck!" she exhaled with a grin, kicking off her heels and moving towards her desk. That story was fucking hot! Even someone as composed as herself had trouble keeping her composure at times. Undoing a few buttons of her top and raising up her skirt, she reached down into a drawer, retrieved an item, and sat back in her chair. Sitting back, she first planted one foot on the edge of her desk before following it with the other, leaving her legs spread lewdly. Reaching down, she pulled her thong to the side and began rubbing a vibrator against her dripping cunt.

Using her other hand to scoop one of her breasts from her top and pinch that nipple, she let out a heated sigh and went back over everything. Jesus... that chick Kayla was something else! What a fucking queen bitch! Dr. White felt a great admiration for her already. Even at 18, that girl could wreck her rivals. Elizabeth and John had been together for years, and in a matter of weeks, Kayla convinced him to throw all that shit away for her. She got a religious young man to betray both his girlfriend and every value he held dear just to experience the sinful pleasures of her naked flesh... Fuck, she's goddamn good! And to have everyone in her orbit bend to her will... it was hot as fuck!

Clearly, she was something special. A goddess among mere mortals. Of course, someone like that would take advantage of that privilege. There wasn't a person alive who wouldn't. And, of course, she'd see someone like Elizabeth as a target for ridicule, as dirt beneath her shoe, that mattered so little she wasn't worthy of the slightest bit of respect. Obviously, if an alpha female like that discovered that a girl like that was keeping a hunk to herself, she would immediately right that wrong, doing so without the slightest concern for a young woman like Elizabeth. And a woman like Kayla would make sure she sent a message in the process, ensuring that Elizabeth and other girls like her would never make the same mistake. And for it to take, she had to make it sting. It had to hurt. Elizabeth had her heart broken, and she was completely demolished in the eyes of her peers. That message was enough for the young blonde to learn her place in the pecking order, hammering that into her.

So, when Elizabeth showed up years later in a frankly feeble attempt at some sort of revenge, of course Kayla would have to send another message. How dare a mortal even think they could bring down a goddess? Frankly, Kayla was damn near obligated to dunk that meek little bitch's face in the toilet on principle. Kayla had to teach Elizabeth her place in the pecking order... again.

Fuck! The doctor would never have expected such a thing to affect her so strongly, but Elizabeth attempting to confront her high school bully as an adult, only to get humiliated again by the truly magnificent Kayla... Fuck, that's really fucking hot! One woman being so completely better in every way to another, and proving it so thoroughly that she could dunk her head in a toilet at a church and have the nuns still on her side... that was amazing! That was the work of a queen, of a goddess among mortals. No wonder the nuns were so confident she was going to Heaven.

Dr. White was feeling inspired.

With pleasure radiating from her dripping pussy as she toyed with herself, her other hand squeezing her own large breast, her wicked mind was at work. Wicked ideas of where to take this case already filling her mind. Even though Dr. White was by no means one of the popular girls back in school, even she could see why alpha women would see Elizabeth as nothing more than a target for humiliation. As sweet and kind as she seemed to be, she was such a bully target that her fate seemed inevitable, especially when she kept dating above her station. The young wife wanted assurances that nothing like what occurred between her and Kayla would ever happen again. Elizabeth was terrified that history would repeat itself, that Ryan would get stolen from her by her bitch of a boss, Stacy.

Dr. White would make sure that he would.

Some lucky slut out there was about to get prime hunk of married man served up to her on a silver platter, all thanks to the good doctor. She just didn't know it yet. A marriage was on its way to being destroyed, and if all went well, none of them would realize who was truly responsible for its downfall. And in doing so, Elizabeth would truly be broken, never to love again, living a life of pure shame and humiliation. And Dr. White would be there to document every moment of Elizabeth's downfall, and the crater that would be left behind when she was demolished again.

"Fuck!" Dr. White squirted on her desk, her juices splashing on Elizabeth's case file.

Seemed fitting.

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(Present Day)

Dr. White had to hide her smile at the memory of that day. As the young wife droned on and on, the doctor couldn't help but let her mind drift both back to that day and what happened immediately afterwards.

After a couple months of talking with Elizabeth, and really digging deep into the events of her past in great detail, the doctor's admiration of Kayla only grew. Elizabeth's history was so intertwined with her that Dr. White quickly realized... to really get the complete picture of this case, she had to get a clearer picture of this specter from her past.

Dr. White needed to meet Kayla.

The doctor justified it medically, saying that it was necessary to develop a better treatment plan for her patient. But in truth... Dr. White just wanted to meet this magnificent bitch. This was the type of woman that fit perfectly within the doctor's field of study. It was her imperative as both a doctor and a scientist to meet that busty goddess slut as soon as she could and study such a perfect creature as much as she could.

Based on information she'd gleaned from Elizabeth, she gathered a rough idea of where to look. Luckily, with someone like Kayla, someone who left a mark on the world wherever she went... she wasn't terribly difficult to track down. As Elizabeth stated, her former bully was a pillar of her community, so naturally there were many features written about her charitable exploits. These articles practically fawned over her, always commenting on how gorgeous she was, often saying something along the lines that she was as pure and generous as she was beautiful. And each one, in a pattern she couldn't help but clock as she read article after worshipful article, made it a point to say that she had a really big heart, to the point where it became clear that this compliment was code for communicating that she had really big breasts. According to these features, she came across as one of the kindest, most generous women in the world. Again, this was the woman who was dunking other women's faces into toilets and brutally stealing their men... But for her, those didn't even ping as negatives in the grand scheme of things. She did so many good things that any selfish moments were seemingly excused, no matter how many other women had been trampled underfoot. For a woman like her, doing enough good things made everyone want to look past all the bad stuff she'd done.

The pictures in these articles always showed off her good side, partially because she had no bad side. Also, Dr. White suspected she never took a photo that wasn't specifically designed to flatter her already impressive body. A picture of her donating a big check to a school? She wore pants tight enough where her ass just so happened to be beautifully showcased as she stood in profile. Working with a church organization? The photo of her helping out just happened to have her impressive bust front and center, with a sensible level of cleavage on display. She was good at this.

The photos on her social media were along the same lines, just not bound by the guise of her charitable efforts. In pictures with her family and friends she always looked amazing. And when it was selfies of just her, that's where she cut loose a little more, really unashamedly showing photos that served no purpose but to show off how hot she was. And damn, was she still insanely sexy. Stunning, youthful good looks, she had both a clean side of beauty with a darker edge very obviously just beneath the surface. Motherhood hadn't taken its toll on her in the slightest, with an infuriatingly tiny waist, matched only by a shapely, round ass and tits even larger than the doctor's own impressive pair. She was just as likely to put up a photo in mom-mode as she was to post a photo of the entire expanse of her mile-long cleavage. She was barely hiding what kind of woman she was, but no one cared. She was too sexy for anyone to care. And the ones who did could do nothing to stop her.