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

She always took pride in how much better her working conditions had become compared to where it started. Her office was very, VERY impressive, warm and inviting with the slightest tinge of corporate sleekness. A corner office overlooking the city, the opposite side from where she entered was the corner of the building, the two walls mostly comprised of large windows. The windows were tinted slightly, but this specific part of the building didn't have to deal with the sun shining directly into it at either end of the day. This was a plus for Dr. White, making it easy to do her work unencumbered. Nevertheless, she had large heavy curtains adorning the windows, more decorative than functional. Her impressive desk was along the far wall, window to her back. The near wall had a large flat screen where she could watch video ranging from important case footage to trashy reality shows on late nights. The wall around it was decorated with various items she'd acquired over the years, either gifts or souvenirs from her many adventures. They were lined up and proudly displayed on many shelves, each item a conversation starter that had a deep story to them. A section of bare wall between these shelves and the door was where she hung up her credentials. On the wall to her right as she entered the office were bookshelves with things ranging from educational content relevant to her field to smutty novels. At the far end of this room was a large visible safe, where she would keep files she needed in close proximity without just leaving them out. Overall, it was a warm, professional, and welcoming place that the doctor loved spending time in.

Undoing the buttons of her blazer and hanging it up, she made her way around her desk and sat down. Spinning away from the silver briefcase Ash had placed on her desk, the one from the hospital, she turned to face the window. The corner office allowed her an excellent view of the city. Dr. White found the sight quite peaceful, and for a few minutes, she basked in the silence.

Sitting up straight, taking a few deep breaths, she closed her eyes, fully shutting out any outside distractions. She hadn't been able to take a breath, let alone fully focus her dangerous mind on the multi-million-dollar case she'd just been handed. Her mind was her most powerful weapon, even more than her big, round tits and her perfectly shaped ass. And weapons like her mind had to be kept sharp. They had to be constantly pushed to their limits and tested. It took a few minutes, but the blackness behind her closed eyelids dissipated, and it was soon as if her eyes were wide open, a perfect image of her office appearing before her, every detail a perfect match to the real thing. Inwardly, she smiled.

Time to get to work.

Her perfect ass remaining planted to the chair, the image behind her eyelids nonetheless reflected her rising to her feet and turning to face the room, marching over towards a bookshelf on her left with purpose. When she was putting together the blueprints to this office with Bryce, her control over him allowed her to add some special touches. Some were practical, some essential, some were stylistic choices, and some... some were just for flash. Dr. White was a calm, practical, intellectual woman, but not even she was above the occasional bit of flair. Muscle memory carrying her to precisely the right spot, she reached forwards, her nimble fingers coming to a rest on one of the books she'd owned for the longest time. One that seemed relevant at the time she bought it, but now seemed hilariously quaint and outdated.

"144 Tips for a Successful Marriage"

A marriage guide written by one of those old love experts, its wisdom didn't really carry over to modern times, with some of its lessons being quite out of date and... gross. Laughing to herself to that bit of wordplay just as she did every time she regarded this book's title, she rested a fingertip on top of its spine, the feeling of its worn pages so familiar she could recall the sensation without even touching it. This shitty book started as something useful, but now, it served a much greater purpose. With a deft touch, she tilted the book forward, till a resonant click sounded off from behind the shelf. With a satisfying smoothness, the bookshelf sunk into the wall and slid behind its neighboring shelf, revealing a heavy sealed door set into the wall, and next to it was a key pad and a touch screen.

Resting her thumb on the screen till a warm beeping noise pinged from it, she then input the five-digit passcode, the chosen code such an immature joke that no one would guess that a dignified woman like her would choose it, and then hit enter. A heavy lock clicked from within the mechanism, allowing her to turn the knob and open the door, revealing a hidden staircase, one that would allow her access to the third floor of her office. Stepping through, Dr. White punched a button on the wall, locking the door and closing the bookshelf behind her, leaving no sign of her presence as she ascended the stairs.

Dr. White first started out as a regular therapist, before focusing on a specific specialty and becoming a sex therapist. She'd become a blend of the two as time went on, accepting patients from both fields in order to bring in new patients and keep her practice afloat. And then she'd evolved into her current role as a matchmaker, putting her skills to the test with new challenges every week, solving impossible puzzles to pair up two people, people who would never come together without Dr. White's assistance. But inadvertently, in the process of this journey, she'd become something else. Something far more dangerous, someone worthy of such security measures like secret rooms and hidden doors, fingerprint readers and passcodes.

Dr. White had become an information collector.

She hadn't even realized at first what she was becoming. Her web of clients expanding both deeper and wider, learning information about people from all sorts of backgrounds, developing profiles and histories of all these spectacular people to aid her matchmaking work, Dr. White suddenly had access to many different branches of society. She knew things that she probably wasn't supposed to know, stuff that no one realized she knew, just through the connections she'd formed. Once she had multiple cases that contained very privileged information, she realized she might have to increase her security measures. If anyone were to ascertain what she knew, she might have bad actors seeking that information out. And she couldn't have that. The work was too important to put it in jeopardy.

Arising to the third floor of her office, Dr. Whited admired the layout, a wide expanse of shelves arranged in a circular array around a center point, like sunbeams from a star. These shelves also lined the walls, rows and columns arranged parallel to them, framing the rest of the room. And one wall was all windows, nearly the full length of one side of the building, providing an expansive view of the city below, out all the way to the ocean. And what filled all these shelves?

Files.

Not the standard patient files you'd find at any medical facility... those were kept in the file room on the first floor. No, the files on this floor were pretty much all in regard to the matchmaking side of things. And in line with how much that aspect of her work really took precedence over the actual therapy work she did, they had to dedicate an entire floor to these files, keeping them under the highest security they could.

They essentially had four types of files, each demarcated from the others. They had profiles of potential men, studs of all types, a wide showcase so any slut willing to pay could find what they're looking for. Secondly, they had files on potential seductresses, women that could be used as a precise tool to use in one of their cases should the need arise. Then, they had profiles for their female clients, women that are waiting for the right man to come along. And finally, they had files on completed matchmaking cases, a detailed record of all the work they'd done over the years. There were other kinds of files, exceptions beyond these four types, but the majority of them fit within the four styles listed.

It was a badge of honor for the interns to earn the right to come up here. You might think it boring to be granted access to a room full of files, but this was a compendium of some of the nastiest, smuttiest sex adventures you could get your hands on, and they all really happened! Not every intern worked on every case, so they could slip up here, grab a file, and get revved up reading about another amazing case they'd never heard about, a case Dr. White had worked on in the past. In fact, Dr. White encouraged them to do just that, studying what worked previously in order to maybe use the same maneuvers in the future. Whenever an intern earned enough privileges to earn access here, Dr. White would personally give them the grand tour. She found the spiel she typically gave them echoing in her own ears.

First... there were the files made for potential suitors, men... typically married men... who were primed to be matched up with a first-class slut. These profiles were developed over time, gathered from not just around the country but around the world, potential suitors of all types, a catalogue for horny sluts to look through. Married studs, prominent male figures, or men just aching to be poached by aggressive women.

They were gained many ways. If Dr. White, or her fellow doctors, or interns, came across a stud that could suit their ends, they'd start a file on him. While working with clients, they often asked them for any men they knew who would fit the bill for the work they were doing, men unaffiliated with the case but in their proximity. This allowed them to add new people into their ecosystem and strengthen their web as they did their work. Even beyond when the case was done, their clients were often so satisfied with the outcome of all the work Dr. White's team did that they would shoot new potential men's info their way, just to help out. Women helping women, you know. They had interns all over the place who didn't work out of the office here but were nonetheless happy do work on the side as they worked at their day job, sending along the profiles of men they came across. This gave them a more diverse pool of clients to sort through. Sometimes, it was just chance meetings that pinged on Dr. White or her interns' radar. Like one time, a married man simply held a door for an intern well beyond what should be expected, well after his wife and family were already inside, gaining an appreciative smile and glance for the intern, only then noting what a stud he was. For this gesture alone, a profile was started on him, one that got him in the mix. A few months later, a pair of clients picked him out of a list of potentials, and now that kind, polite married man was spending his free time deep dicking a pair of slutty nymphomaniac twins. His entire future changed just because he held a door for a scheming slut.

Sometimes, files on men were started on a whim. One intern started a file on her childhood crush from over twenty years prior. Another did the same for her studly cousin. Another for her favorite college professor. An intern's movie star crush? He'd get a file. A famous figure that was gaining public attention? It was inevitable someone would start a file on him. Dr. White's interns were taught that if someone caught their eye... just start a file on them. That was no doubt how a file on Chad Bethel got started.

And now, they had this entire magnificent floor with rows upon rows of shelves containing profiles of handsome, studly married men poised to be taken.

Secondly, they had files on the many talented women who'd entered their ecosystem in one way or another. Sexy, hot-bodied, confident women. Not necessarily women who were in the know about Dr. White's work, but potential seductresses that could be used for their grand purpose. For example, they've had cases where it was less about making a match than it was about getting dirt on a powerful male figure. Then, they could find a seductress that fit their specific taste and send her his way, often without even knowing they were being puppeted in such a manner. Even while their work was mainly in dealing with female clients seeking men, sometimes they had male clients seeking women, or women seeking women. So, keeping a healthy collection of files about women was very important even if it wasn't the main thrust of the work they did. Even while their work was mainly in dealing with female clients seeking men, sometimes they had male clients seeking women, or women seeking women. So, keeping a healthy collection of files about women was very important even if it wasn't the main thrust of the work they did. Beyond that, these were the type of women who Dr. White wanted to see succeed, so if she could play cupid from afar and reward these wonderful, hot-bodied sluts for all their spectacular work, she was happy to do so.

That being said, the number of these files was far exceeded by the number of files they had for men. Her team had more of a focus on potential male suitors, so that's where most of the effort was devoted. But they had a sizable enough number of files like these to warrant their own specific subsection in the file room.

Most of the other female files were for potential clients, the third major subsection in this room. These were women like Renee who were aware of Dr. White's work and were waiting for just the right man to bid for. This is where a lot of the networking Dr. White did paid dividends. She'd gained a lot of powerful female friends through these ritzy events she attended, trusting them enough to share what her side-hustle was, getting them on board. She also had friends like Kayla, Stacy, Kendall, among others who were happy to sing Dr. White's praises to any other sluts they knew. But what really got the word out were her successful clients, women who were so pleased with the doctor's work that she was recommended to their friends. This word of mouth among sluts is really what helped grow this side-hustle into what it was now, her shelves lined with eager sluts just waiting for the moment that the stud of their dreams could be poached. Some were waiting for just the right man to become available. Some were waiting for a specific man. And some were saving up funds in order to use the doctor's full services. Until that time came, Dr. White's team had files on them ready to go, in their ecosystem until the time things were ready to move forward.

She kept the files on clients next to the files on possible male suitors. When Dr. White stood between the two, her mind went wild with possibilities. All these potential matches just waiting to be made. Men just gagging to be stolen from their dreary wives and their dull, boring domestic existence. And gorgeous, hot-bodied women who could do just that. People of all types, races, creeds, predilections. Younger people or aged to perfection, married or single, notable figures or hidden gems. All these people on the verge of true happiness and bliss should the doctor deem it so. So many different pairings, so many different possibilities. That feeling always excited Dr. White, and affirmed her belief in what she was doing. Sure, some normal, kind, regular people got caught in the crossfire, but... she was creating something magical here! How could you deny it?

At this, Dr. White's eyes were drawn to the remaining files in the room. The fourth kind of file, which comprised the majority of space in this room, were completed matchmaking files. Files compiling all the information they had accrued through their finished matchmaking cases. Thick, heavy files containing loads of juicy info about people gained during their matchmaking and beyond, as information kept getting added to these files even after the lovebirds were together for good.

This was her history. Her life's work laid bare. So many connections formed, so much happiness made, so much pleasure experienced. What Dr. White had learned about the nature of sex and what people would be willing to do to achieve the blissful sexual highs they all craved... it was all here in these files. Not only was this the nature of sex, it was the nature of love, and how such a concept, at least in the manner it was popularly regarded as, paled in comparison to what Dr. White was providing them. The bonds forged thanks to Dr. White were a more real type of love than what you see in TV, movies, or romance novels. What she was creating were unbreakable bonds, and the marriages as presented in popular society... they were just so brittle in comparison. But these cases, the ones in these files lining shelf after shelf... they would live forever. Dr. White's work... it would live on for eternity. She knew it. She felt it in her bones. She was discovering something here, and when the world was ready, they would look upon her life's work and agree.

She could write massive case reports about any one of these and blow the public's mind, but there were just so many of them that it almost seemed too daunting a task. Perhaps there'd be a time in the future where she'd be able to get those cases published and showcase some of the amazing couples she'd been able to bring together.

Stepping back, Dr. White couldn't help but marvel at what she'd accomplished. Some might walk up into this room and view it as boring, but Dr. White... she felt a soul-deep satisfaction upon the sight, thanks to all she and her team had accomplished and would accomplish in the future. But also... she got an indescribable satisfaction at the beauty of its layout.

Dr. White was a slut in a lot of ways, but one of the biggest was that she was a slut for organization. She had a whole system in place to organize all these profiles on the shelves, with different colored folders for each type of case, each type laid out in specific sections... it was a beauty to behold such a wonder of organization. Her full methodology of classifying all her work would be too complicated to explain, but she could find any file she wanted without blinking an eye. It was fully tuned to how her mind ticked. Some of the interns couldn't quite locate a given file as easily as the doctor could. But they had a couple women working in the office whose sole purpose was to organize and locate files exactly to Dr. White's liking, and they were quite good at it.

Dr. White preferred to keep everything analogue, as opposed to digital, due to the sensitive nature of the information they were gathering. If someone for whatever reason wanted to access these files, Dr. White figured it would be for more doable for them to hack into whatever encrypted digital system they put in place than to physically break into this room. They had a very bare-bones digital software in use, but it was solely to locate files, with none of the dirty details within the files ever committed to digital in any way. Better safe than sorry.

She had good reason to keep all this information tightly wrapped. Some of the stuff they'd learned, some of the stuff they'd taken part in during the course of her work, some of the people they'd encountered... it was genuinely shocking! It was shit that would break the world if it got out. Shit that Dr. White really shouldn't know, and if certain parties were aware of what she knew, Dr. White would become a target.

But that wasn't the only reason for the added security. By their very nature, the matchmaking profiles that stood out were the ones about extraordinary people. Often, these extraordinary people lived extraordinary lives and knew extraordinary things. Or had extraordinary access. Or knew others who were just as extraordinary as they were. All the more reason to keep this information hidden behind lock and key.