Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 02

But anyways, in totality, their number of male clients was rather small in comparison to the women she normally worked with. And that was partly by design. Society was weighed in favor of men, giving them power over women in so many ways. What Dr. White was doing was in some sense taking that power back, flipping the script, giving power to these confident, vivacious sluts who just wanted to be getting some good hard dick from successful, handsome, and decent men. Men had so many other avenues to get what they wanted in the same manner.

That being said, as of now, Dr. White hadn't come across anyone that did similar work to what she was doing but the opposite, with men seeking an outside service to help them get women... at least nothing that compared to the reach Dr. White and her team had. Sure, she'd brushed against some organizations comprised of small groups of successful men looking to lure gorgeous, hot-bodied women into their clutches through the promises of fame, money, and success. In truth, it was almost about these men slaking their own nasty desires, getting off on humiliating these proud women by conquering them, using their delicious bodies for their own greedy pleasure and making them love it in the process. But typically, organizations like this were localized around major metropolitan cities. The largest group like this that pinged on her radar was similar to the ones described but on a nationwide scale, composed mostly of powerful and connected men poaching the absolutely hottest married women who were so unlucky to end up crossing their path. The organization was seemingly mostly about trophy hunting, these men seeking out women who could provide the toughest challenges they could find and pursuing them, using their talents to seduce and fuck these insanely sexy women, giving it to them so good that these confident, smoking hot wives went absolutely starry-eyed towards these powerful brutes. The network of powerful, wife-stealing men existed mostly for the purpose of providing their members access to the highest end pussy they could find, having married women at the ready to step out on their men at a moment's notice. Additionally, the men in this group did it for clout, so they could swap stories and women and brag about their prowess. If these women had connections that were usable to their work, they would use it to aid in their under-the-table business dealings, or provide them top-shelf arm candy for events involving their brethren. But mostly, it was about these men working together with the goal of fucking the hottest pussy imaginable. No grander purpose or higher design. These men had a wide reach and deep pockets, well-connected members of society from all different spheres, business, sports, law enforcement, government, Hollywood, organized crime, etc. They were wise enough to keep everything above board and legal, attracting little attention other than the broken husbands left in their wake. But, unlike Dr. White, they weren't motivated by a magnanimous desire to help their fellow men. It was about indulging their own desires. As crass as Dr. White's work could sometimes get, she found her intentions slightly more noble than these piggish men.

Dr. White leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs. Going through so many old cases always sent her down the path of reminiscence, and she found herself thinking back to some of the more unusual cases she'd worked on. While most cases involved matching up two people at the expense of another at the behest of one of the parties, some didn't quite line up with that basic case structure.

She had one case involving a young woman coming in to discuss her parents. Dr. White's mind went straight to the idea that this case would end with incest. She loved working on cases like that, either through patients or matchmaking. She'd done all sorts of cases involving incest, mother/son, father/daughter, aunt/nephew, grandmother/grandson, and damn near any combination of relatives you could find, with either party being the one driving the action. She'd had mothers requiring a little coaxing to indulge their buried desires and have sweaty sex with their handsome sons, and horny moms came in seeking help in convincing their sons into fucking them. She'd had sons come in desperate to fuck their mother's brains out, and sons requiring a little push to do just that. She'd had daughters or stepdaughters seeking out a little action with their daddy, or fathers trying their best to resist the temptations their daughters were putting on display for them.

The point was, Dr. White assumed that's where this case was going, but she was wrong. In fact, when Dr. White started steering the conversation in that direction, the young woman had to stop the wicked doctor before the conversation went too far down that road.

Basically, her father was rich and successful, providing the young woman a great life. But over time, her mother had gotten cheaper and cheaper to an almost crazed degree, bending over backwards to save a few bucks when they had so much money saved up that they shouldn't be screeching about prices for bundles of fruit at the farmer's market, and doing a heavy amount of their grocery shopping at the thrift store when they could easily afford some higher quality food. It almost felt condescending to people who could only afford to shop at such places when her father had worked so hard to give them a good life. Whenever she'd bring her mother's cheapness up to her dad, he would dismiss the severity of it. Say what you will about him, but he was hopelessly loyal to her, even as she strangled the fun out of their daughter's life. She only sought outside help from Dr. White when her mom threatened to revoke her college fund for the smallest of reasons. Having heard of what the doctor could do through friends, she was able to get an appointment.

What she wanted was simple. She wanted Dr. White to find a woman to break through her father's naïve loyalty to his wife and steal him from her. She needed it to be someone who was enough of a gold digger to loosen up her dad's bank accounts and encourage him to spend, while also being chill enough to cut her in on the deal. The client merely wanted what was owed to her, plus a little extra for her troubles. Her father had told her multiple times that he did all this work to provide for her... but her mom never seemed to get the memo. Cutting her mom out of the picture would give the young woman access to all that money being kept from her, while forcing the mom to live in the poverty she seemed so dead set on living within. The client couldn't afford to pay her up front, but if the job got done, she would happily cut the doctor in on some of the windfall.

It was a matter of finding just the right money-hungry slut for the job. Dr. White had plenty of women like that just waiting for the call, but she needed one who was calm enough to live up to the terms the client set. Luckily, she found just the one, to the degree that she brought her client in for a meeting with all three of them, where they became fast friends. The rest of it was clockwork, a matter of inserting the gold digger into the path of the father and letting her do what she does best. By the time it was over, the gold digger was the father's new wife, his previous wife was out of the picture, and the daughter had access to her chunk of the family fortune, enough to for her to live the life of easy luxury she so badly craved. And the gold digger took a quick dislike for the mother as well, so with her and the daughter working together, their revenge was vicious. The mom was cut out of the will, cut off from the money her husband had earned for his family, and with the help of some very callous divorce lawyers, she pretty much lost everything. Last she was seen, she was living in a homeless shelter, spending her days scrounging for soda cans in garbage cans. A pretty rough outcome, for sure. But fitting, all things considered.

And Dr. White received a quite sizable chunk of the monetary windfall once the father's bank accounts were opened up, so she didn't feel too bad about the whole thing.

There was another case involving rich, high-powered third parties that Dr. White inserted her influence into. And this one came to her in an unusual way, specifically a referral from another doctor, Dr. Zebel. A young therapist in a small town who had been born into the profession, her grandfather and father both being into mental health work, passing the practice down to her. It was a very small, close-knit town she was based out of, in a location you might not expect a therapeutic practice would thrive. But the family name gave her trust from the townsfolk, leading her to gain access to a pretty complete cross-section of the town. She'd heard of Dr. White through the grapevine, and sought her out in regard to a case only the good doctor could help her crack.

The tenor of the once small, humble town had become tense as a major company built an eyesore of a plant that was forcing its way upon the town, threatening to swallow it whole. The businessman who owned the company was a total prick, merciless as his plant threatened to consume the city, buying up land in a manner that made it seem as if the walls were closing in on this small little burg. Farms were getting bought out, the land razed, businesses closing, and schools were being shut down.

The city was doing its best to resist this seemingly unstoppable, merciless company infringing upon their lives and homes. People from different backgrounds, creeds, and belief systems came together for this united goal. People who had long left the town but with roots there did what they could to help, donating their time, funds, and services, with some lawyers trying to tie the company up in litigation. It seemed like an unwinnable fight, but they weren't dissuaded from their battle.

They were inspired by the town sweetheart, a young woman named Julia. The daughter of the mayor, she'd been the most notable figure in town for years thanks to her generous good nature, her incredible levels of beauty, and her mouthwatering body. But she was so beloved among the townsfolk that people didn't let their minds go anywhere untoward with her, the beauty queen being so far above them that it was hard to imagine being lucky enough to earn her affections. Her kind, sweet demeanor had earned the affection of the entire town. She was also highly intelligent, and sensing she was too good for this small, nothing town, the townsfolk worked together to raise funds to send her away to college, to kickstart her journey to the incredible heights she deserved.

But when the town was in trouble, she came back to help. Bringing her boyfriend from college with her, she joined the town that had been so kind of her in order to resist the oncoming wave of big business. Her presence inspired the town, and for a time they started to gain some real footing against the company.

That's where Dr. Zebel came in. Talking to people on both sides, she'd gotten the clearest picture of the entire conflict. On one side, she got to talk to the townsfolk, Julia, her dad the mayor, her mom and even her boyfriend. On the other, she talked to people who'd surrendered to the inevitable force of capitalism, people who'd surrendered to the business, people who now worked at the plant. She even had a quick discussion with the misogynistic, cigar-chomping man who ran the company, Mr. Clayton Roberts, but it was mostly for show on his part to earn positive feelings among the townsfolk. But that was for the best, as Dr. Zebel could feel the older brash businessman's eyes leering at her the whole time. And in talking with the major parties involved, she'd gained a crystal-clear view of what had to happen to make every single party involved happy, or at the very least satisfied with the outcome. And once she ascertained this solution, Dr. Zebel couldn't shake it, to the point of going to Dr. White and seeking out her advice as to how to make it happen.

Dr. Zebel knew exactly what she needed to do: she needed to sell out the town. The town couldn't win, and they all knew it deep down. And that feeling of an inevitable defeat had infected everyone, to the point where the solution was so obvious that she couldn't ignore it.

Julia and Mr. Clayton Roberts needed to fuck.

It was perfect! It would solve every problem and make everyone involved happy. That sounded so crazy, but it was the truth. Everyone in the town held Julia in such high regard, but with their own fate at stake, they would sacrifice her to the ravenous capitalist threatening the town. They knew he would conquer her, ruin her, defile her, and deep down, they wanted it to happen. As much as they valued her wonderful nature and beautiful spirit, if they were gonna lose anyways, they figured that someone should finally get to get their hands on that hot body of hers. Someone should get to grope those perfect, massive, blimp-like tits. Someone should get to spank her ass and make her moan. And seeing their conqueror on the horizon, they'd internalized that he should be the one that gets to reap the spoils of their town. The mayor, Julia's father, would cave to this outcome. And so would her boyfriend, because as much as Dr. Zebel wanted to sugarcoat it... those two were textbook cucks, destined to lose and lose hard to a man like Clayton.

The women of the town wanted to see themselves in her, and deep down they were responding to the brutal conqueror making such easy work of the town's defenses that it made him darkly appealing to them. Julia's mom stopped short of talking ill of Clayton despite having every reason to do so, which read to Dr. Zebel as her being uncomfortably attracted to Mr. Roberts. So, when her daughter would go through with what she didn't have the guts to do, her and the women of the town... they would understand.

As for Clayton? He was a ravenous old beast who no doubt craved the flesh of hot, sexy young women. He'd probably had his eye on Julia since first seeing her, and if he had the chance with her, he would do his best to seal the deal. Hell, he'd palmed Dr. Zebel's ass during their photo-op... lord knows what he'd do when someone as desirable as the beauty queen was in his clutches.

But what about Julia? She was so sweet, and so kind, and so unbelievably good and virtuous... people like that didn't exist. Dr. Zebel went over it again and again, and concluded that such a person could only exist to succumb to the evil of the world. Women like Julia fit perfectly against men like Clayton. Julia had never given Dr. Zebel any indication of a darker nature, but nonetheless, Dr. Zebel knew she'd respond to a man like Clayton. She had all the advantages of the world except one... it was inevitable that she'd come into power at some point in her life. And women like that, when put on display the level of power and superiority they have over their peers... they would take to power as if they'd been waiting for it their entire lives.

An endlessly fascinating case, Dr. White was happy to jump in and exert some influence, even if Dr. Zebel and her small practice couldn't exactly provide a major amount of payment for the work required. Agreeing with the other doctor's conclusion, they worked together to make it a reality.

A month or so of work was all that was needed, with the rest being nature taking its course. Engineering a scenario to put Julie and Clayton in the same room, they put their faith in the old dinosaur to follow his instincts. To be the rutting animal the two doctors viewed him as.

From what came out after the fact, the battle between them was a true force of wills, unchecked capitalism versus the optimism of someone who naively thought they saw a better way. But even someone as positive and awesome as her couldn't shield themselves from the dark appeal his way of life offered. And by the end, the master negotiator ran circles around the young, beautiful woman, convincing her that he was correct, and she was wrong. And the aftermath of this negotiation... it was loud, hot, and sweaty. The college student surrendered to the evil bastard's wiles, the talented prick using his mighty weapon to make the young woman moan like a cheap fucking slut. So many men had desired the young woman's hot body and giant, firm boobs... and in the end, the evil old capitalist was the one to finally get his hands on them, even before her current boyfriend. He was the first man to cum all over those perfect tits of hers, coating them with thick fucking cum. And by the end, that beautiful smile of hers was tinged with a satisfied, confident glint of evil, one that could only be imparted upon her by a real bastard like Clayton.

Now won over to his side, Julia was the perfect person to convince the town to accept Clayton's generous offer, to take the payment he was proposing and to take the work he was willing to provide. That if they accepted his terms and sold off their land to him, they could trust that he wouldn't pave over their hometown for the sake of unchecked progress. They believed Julia, because they trusted her. But deep down, they all knew the truth. Seeing her standing next to him, seeing that smug grin on his face, watching his hands get a little too touchy feely with her juicy body... they all knew the score. But they still felt that there was enough good still there in her to shield the town from the worst of it.

Even when the rumors came out that she and Clayton were a pair, people still believed in her. Even when photos came out of her at his place, sitting on his lap in a jacuzzi, wearing a sinfully tiny bikini that barely contained her enormous breasts... people still trusted her to do the right thing. But at this point, the women of the town were consumed with jealousy, and the men of the city were consuming every new detail of Julia's downfall with hungry delight, even her boyfriend. Even her father. And when the time came, and nice, sweet Julie was the one to coldly inform the town that Clayton was planning to expand his plant and they all had 30 days to leave, they couldn't be that shocked. But even though they'd gotten paid for their troubles, even though many had taken work at the plant, even though they'd all surrendered to this fate in so many ways, seeing the evil glint on this gorgeous young woman's face as she announced that their hometown had been conquered... that was enough to finally make their hearts sink. It didn't help seeing Clayton's smug face as his large palm rested shamelessly on Julia's juicy, firm ass, a statement of victory if there ever was one.

And as the final bow to this case, Dr. Zebel herself eventually surrendered to Clayton's influence just as everyone else did. Dr. White assumed correctly that Dr. Zebel was going through the same inner turmoil that she was ascribing to the women of the town, an urge to surrender to the undeniable, as opposed to resisting and failing. And while Dr. Zebel's reads seemed to make sense, it all could have been projected, the doctor's own desires being reflected upon those she saw. Perhaps Julia and the town did have a chance, if not for Dr. Zebel's twisting everything to suit her wicked desires. But it was too late... the town had lost. Julia had surrendered. Everyone had surrendered to Clayton. Dr. Zebel got a job at the plant, a mental health consultant to the employees, as Dr. White suggested she do. After giving Dr. White half her new expanded salary as payment for handling this case, she proceeded to almost immediately give in to her evil boss as so many other had, opting to tongue his sizable balls rather than dare try to resist him. That crooked pig's life was so much better thanks to Dr. White, and he didn't even know it.

That was one of the wilder cases Dr. White had worked on, but her mind soon went to one of her most unusual. A young woman who had been visiting Dr. White as a regular patient posed a complaint that got the doctor's attention. The patient came across an influencer on Instagram that got her rankles up. This influencer, a woman with an insanely hot body, would post pictures of her naked tits and ass online. Nothing too unusual about that, of course, some good dirty fun. But the angle she took that made her stand out was that this influencer would have other women join her in these photos, lesser women, women who could not measure up, and she would have them pose nude next to her in order to fully display the contrast between them and her. The influencer, her page titled 'Worship the Goddess', would have these women display their inferiority, either by showing their smaller breasts compared to the Goddess, or their less shapely asses. Sometimes, she would have them write in marker on themselves to highlight their inferiority, writing things like 'Flat' on their bare chest or above their shapeless ass, or 'Ugly' with an arrow pointing up at her face. Sometimes, the Goddess would have the other women do things to her, making them worship and highlight her body, sometimes having them rub oil on her delicious frame. The reason these girls would submit to this treatment was, on its surface, to gain followers by announcing their deference to the Goddess. And also, part of it seemed to be an avenue to accept their place on the ladder of women, that they couldn't measure up to women like the Goddess. In that sense, it was almost therapeutic for them. At least that's how Dr. White viewed it, but her patient felt differently.