Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 01

This was perfect! Her source was right! He had a thing for tattooed white girls. And Dr. White had just the girl for him. The plan was on track.

Feeling a little relief at this, she found her mind immediately moving on, focusing on her newest task, the Renee Fields project. And the more she thought about it, the more excited she got. Landing a prize like Chad Bethel, star quarterback, athletic phenom... it might be her biggest challenge yet. It was just a matter of how she'd land such a catch.

Her wicked mind was already at work.

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Dr. White loved her job, as evidenced by the fact that as soon as she woke up the next morning, her focus was devoted to the work ahead. She was quickly on the phone with the office, talking to one of her interns, informing them of what files she'd need ready by the time she walked in. She then went smoothly into two other calls, both work-related, not stopping as she readied herself for the day, talking on her phone even as she was half-naked.

She wasn't alone, as her favorite fuck buddy, Serge, had been in town for the night. A gorgeous hunk of French descent, a man who was a literal male model, he was a hard one to turn down. Tall, with dark shoulder length hair, a perennial five o'clock shadow, and mesmerizing blue eyes, he always made her shiver with excitement just from looking at him. The rest of him held up its end of the bargain, as he was fit with delicious muscles, a good tan, and a thatch of masculine chest hair. He was probably the ultimate fantasy man for a lot of women. They'd first met a couple years prior, being introduced by a friend at a fancy get-together not unlike the one from the night before. He came to that party with a stunning willowy blonde in a skimpy dress, but as soon as he first gazed upon Dr. White, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. The doctor returned the favor, eye-fucking him from across the room as he did the same, his eyes blazing with heat just looking at her. Of course, they left together that night, leaving the skinny, flat-chested blonde in the dust. It wasn't anything serious between Serge and the blonde, just a bit of fun between two models, so it was easy for the doctor to shove the other woman out of the picture and replace her as the one who'd be taking his cock that evening. But because it wasn't love between Serge and his blonde companion, breaking them up just didn't have that same dangerous spice that always made the doctor cum HARD. There was just nothing that could compare to the feeling of a man being stolen, of a love being destroyed, a sensation so incredibly addicting to Dr. White that nothing else could quite compare. That being said, Serge was SO FUCKING GOOD at sex it almost didn't matter. The French model could make the doctor cum like crazy!

Both knew the score. Serge was so incredibly hot that he realized very quickly in his adulthood that he could have any woman he wanted. Instead of trying to deny it, he happily resigned himself to his fate, choosing to drown himself in top-shelf pussy, erasing any hope of him ever settling down, falling in love, and being loyal to someone long term. But the good news was, Dr. White didn't require that of him. She wasn't close to settling down either, and if she did, she'd prefer it not to be with a man who was so easy to poach.

She loved the challenge more than anything, the work of driving a stake into the heart of a loving relationship and stealing a man's love and devotion from his supposed soulmate. Love was such a precious, intimate, private thing... Dr. White often visualized it as a thin crystal ball filled with a pink, rolling cloud, a fog of two souls completely bound together, a rare commodity, possessed by the best and most deserving. True love... it was the most valuable thing two people could ever forge together, the most powerful bond two people could achieve, yet it was contained in a solid yet brittle shell, one that must be protected at all costs. The purpose of marriage was to guard that which was most precious, that love. Yet Dr. White had discovered that shattering that precious bauble and letting that rolling cloud of love pour out and wash all over you, to bathe in its aura and take it into your system... it was more exciting than any worldly thrill. It was more potent than any drug, like the most high-intensity cocaine ever, a sensation that made you feel so alive and so excited that it made your normal existence pale in comparison. Perverting someone's hard-earned love, using it instead as an aphrodisiac for the sole purpose of cumming like a total slut... it was more thrilling than anything. A pleasure so all-consuming that it was as if it could only be meant for just such a purpose. What was created in these moments after a marriage was wrecked was something far more powerful than what existed before, by an almost exponential degree. The strongest, most intense bonds Dr. White had ever encountered between two people were the ones created in the burning wreckage of a fallen marriage, of one spouse discovering something outside their marriage that was so, SO much better in every way. This was enough to continue exploring her taboo line of work. A thesis had been created by the doctor, and it had been proven over and over again.

Love only existed to be destroyed, and Dr. White had proven to be the enemy of such a pure thing.

So, if Dr. White were to ever settle down for good, it would have to be a bond forged in such a manner. Drowning in the high of a powerful love being demolished, experiencing the aftermath of an atomic, brutal destruction of another woman... It was the ultimate rush. The absolute best thing ever! Dr. White had self-analyzed and understood this fact about herself. Among all the many facts she'd learned about human sexuality, she'd gained a crystal-clear understanding of her own sexual preferences. She fundamentally knew she needed that added rush of stealing a married hunk when choosing a man to be her ultimate partner. And until that day came, she'd keep having fun, chasing that highest of highs, exploring what she'd discovered and proving her findings to such a degree that there'd be no room for doubt.

Therefore, for her and Serge, it was just about two attractive people having incredible sex. And whenever they got together, they had a lot of it. Based on the weakness of the relationship Dr. White had severed, it could never get anywhere close to that ultimate high. But it spoke to Serge's incredible talents in bed that he was capable of giving Dr. White some of the best sex she'd ever had. It was a damn shame they weren't having more of it.

Again, he was literally a model, a pretty well-regarded one at that, so he was traveling all over the world. And she was incredibly busy with the insane amount of work she was doing. But whenever one was in the vicinity of the other, they always made sure to meet. Like one professional meeting another, they understood from their very first night together that these two were at the same level sexually, so they made sure to use each other to their full potential every chance they good. It was respect more than love. Raw, lusty attraction, hot bodies coming together as one. What a waste it would be if these two beautiful people didn't have as much sex as possible. When apart, they each did their own thing, feeling unrestrained as they fucked as many partners as they wanted. But they made such beautiful music together that they always made sure to conduct symphonies as often as they could.

Serge had texted her letting her know a week prior that he'd be in town for one night between flights. Even in the midst of her work, she carved out some space in her plans to ensure her night would be spent with him. Adorned in that gorgeous dress and done up immaculately for the gala the night before, Serge was the one who'd get to experience her intense beauty in the flesh, going home with her so they could make each other moan for hours and hours.

And now, he was lying back in bed, naked, his lower half barely concealed beneath the expensive sheets, smiling as he watched her getting ready for the day ahead. Still on her phone as she worked on her makeup with her back to him, his eyes savored the sight. Wearing an expensive, lacy black bra that dug into her back in a mouthwatering manner in order to support her huge tits, he could see her massive, heavy boobs wobbling ever so slightly through her reflection in the mirror, doing so in a manner that always drove him crazy. Down lower, her ass was exposed as she wore a tiny black thong, her firm, juicy ass cheeks displayed casually just for him. He eyed her delicious body with a hungry smile as he watched her multitask.

"We have to have a file already started on him..." Dr. White said into the phone, sashaying towards her large walk-in closet, her tits jiggling as she walked with purpose. She approached the large closet, filled with high-end clothes, and basked for a moment about how far she'd come to earn such a luxury.

Dr. White loved her job, and it had loved her back. Before pivoting her career in its current direction, she lived in a comfy, sensible apartment, making just enough to get by. Now, with her business booming, she lived in what could only be described as a small mansion in a gated community. Three floors, a huge swimming pool, so much space on the grounds both in and out of the house that it practically required staff to make it run. It was a home previously occupied by some tech big-wig and surrounded by very rich neighbors. Now it was hers, and she had settled into this level of luxury as if she belonged, because she did.

She'd earned it.

She was a little surprised at how well she fit in this neighborhood among the elite, people who'd been this wealthy their entire lives, but her hyper-rich neighbors were surprisingly welcoming. It was probably because she was so incredibly attractive and had giant boobs. But even in this welcoming environment, her mind was at work. She'd clocked all of her neighbors' secret fetishes simply by observing them, and if they ever raised a fuss she knew exactly what pressure points to use against them.

But hopefully, it would never come to that.

Stepping into her closet, adorned with what had to be well over 1000 different work outfit combinations, she was momentarily paralyzed by choice. Only a few years prior, she wasn't particularly a fashion type of gal, but with so much of her work being about her and her body, she almost had to become fashion obsessed. Still talking on the phone, her focus was more on the decision in front of her. Tilting her head, going over what she was feeling outfit-wise, she grabbed a purple top and a dark gray business suit. Ending her call, she was just about to turn around when she felt Serge's presence behind her, pressing his nude form into her from behind.

"I always love watching you work, baby..." he said, his English good even through his heavy accent. "It's so fucking sexy..."

"Mmm..." she sighed, melting into him and smiling. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "I think you just like the way my tits look in this bra..." she sighed, his hands already sliding up to her barely contained breasts.

"I like the whole creation, baby..." he groaned, trying to deny her accusation even as his hands betrayed him, stealing a hungry squeeze of her mammoth tits. "One more for the road?" he asked, his cock stiffening against her ass. Dr. White smiled before shaking her head.

"I can't," she replied, sadly. "I've got to get to the hospital this morning. I just... I've got a REALLY busy day, and I just got a huge project last night..." He held himself against her, a throaty moan rising from within him. But sensing her mind was already elsewhere, he checked his expectations. Finally, he relented.

"Damn..." he sighed with a smile, stepping back from her. "Maybe next time."

"Definitely next time," she added with a laugh.

Five minutes later, she was fully dressed as Serge showered. Stepping into the bathroom to finish getting ready, she spoke out to him as he cleaned himself up.

"What time's your flight?" she called out as she checked herself in the mirror.

"Noon," he replied, his voice resonating against the shower walls.

"Well, once I'm at the hospital, I can send my driver back. He can take you to the airport," she offered, glancing at his obscured form through the glass door of the shower.

"That would be perfect!" he said warmly.

"When'll you be back in the area?" she asked.

"It'll be a few months, at least. I'm booked up for a while," he replied. "It might be another thing like this, one night while I'm passing through..." She grinned to herself.

"Oh, the joys of being a handsome male model's booty call..." Dr. White tittered, speaking to him from just outside the shower.

"You're so much more than that, babe," he said, poking his head out from behind the glass, grinning.

"I gotta go," she replied, smiling back at him, leaning towards him and kissing him.

"Till our next night together in paradise," he replied, making her roll her eyes at the cheesy line. Yet, coming from him, with that accent... she was annoyed at how much it worked for her.

Stepping outside, her ride was waiting. With her driver, Gerald, holding the door, she greeted him warmly as she stepped into the backseat. Once he got behind the wheel, he awaited her guidance.

"Take me to the hospital."

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It had been about four and a half years since Dr. White expanded the scope of her study into the darkest, most immoral corners of sex, lust and betrayal by becoming a matchmaker for sluts. She'd done it before that point without thinking twice about it, such as in her fateful case involving Stacy and Ryan. But it was only later, at the spurring of Kendall, a perceptive, brilliant woman who caught onto what she was doing before anyone else... it was only then that she considered monetizing it. Offering that as a service instead of it being merely a secretive aspect of her day-to-day career.

The first few cases after that point were tentative, even as she quickly saw the potential such work could offer. Reaching out through likeminded friends, such as Kendall and Kayla, equally amazing and wicked women, and telling them what she was trying to do, she wanted to test the waters and see if they knew some women she could be of service to. Both were happy to help, sending friends her way, sluts looking to score the men of their dreams. And, of course, Dr. White provided, using her skills to bring together married men and the sluts who still pined for them. Even though the wives of these handsome married men were left in ruins due to this, far superior women were left pleased as could be, and Dr. White took pride in helping women of this caliber. As someone who viewed herself as a champion for women, she felt truly fulfilled in doing this work, of helping such amazing women.

The early progress was slow, her talents at matchmaking work spreading almost solely through word of mouth, or through blind recruiting of women while people watching in public, at a bar, at a store, or even on the street. But Dr. White's success rate was unreal, leaving a lot of women very happy, impressed, and willing to recommend her services to their friends. Slowly, she gained a reputation among women of a certain type, a magician who could make miracles happen, who could bring people together despite marital status, any negative history they may have, or distance between them. More and more women heard tales of what she could do, how she could put in the work and make the impossible happen. Dr. White forged connections through this success, gaining a network of friends among her satisfied clients, a web that slowly expanded outwards. More happy customers meant more new clients, until it reached a tipping point where her client cases started blowing up exponentially, and she had more potential clients than she knew what to do with.

Before this point, her steady client base visiting her office for its intended purpose of therapy kept her success steady and comfortable, giving her a life where she had enough money to pay the bills but not enough for her to be living the life of luxury some doctors had. But her side-hustle had blown up, far eclipsing her day job. And it was through this work that her bank account exploded, making money hand over fist, allowing her to both have a life of luxury while putting enough back into her practice to really keep it growing. And it had worked.

Business was booming!

What started as a few scattered pockets of women in the area she'd provided matchmaking services to had expanded to not only nationwide, but worldwide. She'd helped women of damn near all types, races, and predilections, leaving a lot of satisfied women that all felt indebted to the good doctor. Even after they'd all settled up and paid her, these women still felt indebted to Dr. White, incentivizing them to help out even beyond their financial debts being cleared. These women were eagerly spreading the word, sending friends her way, and Dr. White's clientele just kept growing.

Dr. White was still outwardly a sex therapist, even though she now marketed herself more generally as a standard therapist to get more people in the door. She still did her job, offering legitimate therapeutic services, while still poaching a small number of them for her own devices. But her main focus had inevitably become the matchmaking side of things. While nothing she did in terms of matchmaking was in any way illegal, she still didn't want to gather any unwanted attention, so they kept up the legitimate side of her work in hopes of dissuading anyone from wondering how a therapist could bring in SO much income. That wasn't to say they hadn't gotten some unwanted attention, but those cases had been dealt with in a way only Dr. White could. And they certainly didn't want anyone actually reviewing their revenue streams and asking questions about where all the money was coming from. Dr. White hired some money people for just this purpose, to handle her revenue in such a manner as to not raise any alarms with the type of people who follow these things.

A bigger danger for Dr. White was probably on the actual therapy side of things, as her life's work sometimes involved doing some VERY unethical things in order to engineer the outcome she wanted, crossing lines that therapists weren't supposed to cross. And as more people came through her door, the chance of word getting out about what she was doing only grew. This both motivated to leave her matchmaking clients very satisfied with her services, and to pick her battles in her therapy sessions in order to minimize blowback. This wasn't to say she wasn't having her fun, as she still eagerly poached clients and broke up marriages at a steady rate. She just had to be extra-deft at handling the fallout in a manner where her hands would appear clean. And she had ways to manage those who suspected her role in their downfall, to ensure their complaints fell on deaf ears and no one took their side. And sometimes, at the end of the day, thanks to Dr. White's skills of 'persuasion', they didn't even remember what they were mad about.

Another concern as her practice grew was that the added workload of all these new clients practically required her to recruit new employees, and with some of the shit she got up to in her work, she had to seriously vet any hires she made. Dr. White's office had long ago expanded from its humble beginnings, as she now had over 30 employees, mostly women but some men as well, all in-the-know and like-minded. She trusted every one of them, and she worked hard to remain beloved in their eyes. She had to be a good boss... her work almost made that necessary.

Typically, with a new client seeking Dr. White the matchmaker, it began with a phone call. When a woman was recommended for Dr. White's service, she was given a phrase to say, a code-phrase to ensure she was legitimate. She would relay this info to the front desk over the phone, and arrangements were made to meet in the office. Upon this meeting, Dr. White, or one of her fellow doctors or interns, would take down their information and begin a file. A profile, a dossier about this person they were working with. They would do a background check, internet search, and sometimes even utilize some good old-fashioned surveillance to gather information to both learn more about them and ensure they were who they said they were. They would then be asked if they were seeking out a specific man, or a blind search to locate a man who embodied a certain type they were looking for.