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

Nearby was a liquor cabinet that was well stocked with expensive booze, and next to that was both a fridge and a wine chiller. Far too early to break into the alcohol, she retrieved a bottle of chilled water from the fridge and move towards the table, dropping the files heavily onto it and settling into the heavy chair. Taking a long breath, she got comfortable in her seat for a few moments, admiring the view of the skyline. Finally, her focused mind stirred her into action.

It was time to get to work.

On days where she visited St. Lilith's in the morning, she typically didn't schedule any appointments with patients, as she was usually kept busy with the fallout from the hospital visit. But with the new case coming to her the night before, she pushed all hospital business to the side for now, eager to start devising ideas. And with nothing on her schedule to interrupt her, she was looking forward to curling up alone and getting to work.

Grabbing the top file from the stack, she was filled with pride as she opened it, old memories greeting her upon the sight of its contents. This case here was without question the most high-profile case Dr. White had ever worked on. An older woman, Sheila Spencer, the widow of a billionaire industrialist... somehow, Dr. White had pinged on her radar, although the doctor wished she hadn't. A deeply unpleasant old hag who would just as casually order the most expensive bottle of wine at a restaurant as she would let slip a slur towards whatever minority group had caught her ire that day, it didn't take very much digging to hear horror stories about her. It seemed she took great pleasure in needling people, gleefully talking politics, religion, whatever topics the people around her were trying to avoid.

Nonetheless, Dr. White took a dinner with her, as she was quite insistent on meeting with the doctor once she found out what kind of work she did. Dr. White had gotten good at meeting with people she didn't particular care for, so she kept her personal feelings in check as she watched the older woman talk down the wait staff to their face, using these moments as a jumping off point for her to go on and on about working class and the ungrateful young people of this generation... and a few other things that Dr. White would rather not repeat. Jennifer just sipped from her wine glass, enjoying the insanely expensive drink, her one comfort in the midst of this whole thing.

When it came down to brass tacks, and the older woman expressed her desire to the doctor to become a client for her matchmaking services, Dr. White was understandably loathe to work with her. And when she expressed the identity of the man she wanted the doctor to help her find a way to have sex with, Dr. White had to resist the urge to laugh in her face. It was such an insane proposition that it seemed impossible. And that, combined with the degree for which she didn't enjoy being in the older woman's presence, caused Dr. White to attempt to price her out of this folly. She chose what seemed to be a sky-high quote of twenty million dollars, knowing that one commonality she'd discovered with rich people was that they tended to be quite cheap. She figured this would be more than enough to dissuade the old bitch from taking things further.

Instead, she accepted the deal on the spot.

Dr. White tried to laugh this off, trying to conjure up ways to dissuade Sheila from this project. But the old hag was undeterred, stubbornly refusing to budge, taking this small allowance on the doctor's part as a guarantee that she was willing to go through with it and make her whims a reality. When it became clear that she wasn't gonna back down, Dr. White had to bite her tongue and swallow her words, realizing that she'd allowed her distaste for the older woman to rush her actions, causing her to underquote this near impossible task. Sheila simply smiled at the doctor knowingly, correctly assessing that she'd outflanked Dr. White.

But after a few sips of that very expensive wine, sitting in the awkward silence of the insane deal she'd inadvertently agreed to, she found herself thinking over her options. And despite all logic, the prospect of trying to solve such an impossible problem began to appeal to the wicked doctor. It would be her greatest challenge ever, trying to match up a woman like Sheila with a man of that caliber... he was one of the most famous men in the world! Known for his good looks, charm, and all those tasty muscles, he possessed a sex appeal that shown through even in all those movies of his that were about whiz-bang special effects and comic book jargon. Even though he was very notably and very happily married, he could say the word and have sex with any gorgeous woman he wanted, Dr. White included. The idea of matching him up with the nasty, scheming old bitch sitting across from her... it was so crazy that she almost wanted to give it a shot.

Sheila... let's just say she wasn't exactly a looker, but she was far from hideous. She was probably sharply stunning when she was younger, but the signs of aging chipped away at that. Sharp really was the right word for describing her... piercing eyes, a pointed but not unappealing nose, and a smirk where both sides of her mouth curled up into sharp points. There was something rather witch-like about her... not to make any accusations about such matters, as that wasn't as fantastical of a thing to accuse someone of as Dr. White used to think. But... let's just say, if it turned out she once had green skin, rode a broomstick, and stirred boiling cauldrons in her free time, it wouldn't be the biggest surprise in the world.

That all being said, there was something darkly appealing about her. Sure, she showed her age with some wrinkles on her face, some crow's feet near her eyes, and a tan that was a bit too dark. But she was very well put-together. Her short, very dark blonde hair was done up nicely on her head. She dressed immaculately, wearing a perfectly tailored red suit, a heavy red blazer and a knee-length red skirt, and on her feet a fantastic pair of red heels. And beyond that, despite her age, she had a pretty fantastic body. Due to the line of work she was now a part of, Dr. White had to do her due diligence, and that meant sizing up her clients physically. And despite her dislike of Sheila, she couldn't deny that the older woman measured up where it counted. She had a round, full shapely ass that filled out her skirt, standing out proud and firm. And up top, she had a pair of absolutely massive round tits, larger even than the doctor's melons, vaulting out from her chest, defying her age by being round, full, and impossibly firm. And in addition to that, she was in pretty damn good shape, a trim waist and slim body really emphasizing the curves she had in all the right places. Taken as a whole, she was far more appealing than most women her age... whatever age that was. Sheila had been cagey about that fact, and she'd paid a lot of money to obfuscate that fact to all who sought it out, including Dr. White's team. There was probably a 20-year age range where someone could reasonably guess her age. But Dr. White thought it best not to ask... at least not at first.

Despite her initial reservations, Dr. White took the job, going into business with this unpleasant older woman. It wasn't just her who felt such distaste towards Sheila. All the interns the doctor sent her way were left with the same negative impression of the old bitch, but the money was too good to ignore. Because of that, the doctor took the job head-on, taking the lead in handling the rich older woman as they schemed on how to get her in bed with that Hollywood hunk.

Dr. White could go through every detail of the miraculous plan they concocted, as from beginning to end it was almost ten months of hard, complicated work. Lots of scheming and seductions to work their way into high-level meetings. Lots of work to merely earn the ability to bring up the hunk's name in a serious way. Lots of extra money spent on Sheila's part to earn her a spot at the table during these meetings. But there was so much more to it that would take forever to explain.

But all this work paid off. Holy fuck, did it ever...

Even Dr. White wouldn't have believed it had she not seen it for herself. But Dr. White had watched video footage of this world-famous Hollywood stud, this legit top five renowned hunk, absolutely PLOWING that old slut's brains out. Of course, Dr. White and her team had done the work, and put Sheila in place to make it happen, but seeing it... it was such a shocking pairing that it almost didn't seem real. This young, muscular, married man, this famous stud who could literally have his pick of any gorgeous woman he wanted. He was notably a loyal husband to his actress wife, but you would expect that if he did cheat, it would be with some insanely gorgeous model, or some superior actress, or any of a gaggle of high-end babes that were no doubt throwing themselves at him every single day. What you would not expect is for the woman who'd get him to throw away all that famous loyalty would be a nasty old slut easily double his age, and probably well more than that. If you hoped to ever see this muscular stud dicking down a woman on camera, watching all those muscles of his working in concert to pleasure his partner just right, you'd imagine that woman to be some hot-bodied young babe on the receiving end. And indeed, the woman he was on video fucking did indeed have a hot body, possessing gigantic wobbling tits, and a round full ass that could take even the most fearsome of poundings. But the woman that had this body was probably older than his mother.

Sheila got her money's worth. The sex she and him had was positively FILTHY! Nasty in all the best ways. She took his best and gave it back to him twice over, the old slut taking him to his limits by the end of it and riding him into the bed. Her round, full ass just driving down into him, her nasty cunt taking every inch of his sizable cock inside of her, her dirty mouth moaning like a whore. His body surrendered to hers, his big manly palms squeezing her mammoth breasts as if his life depended on it, his hips driving up into her as hard as he could. Later, when fully consumed by lust for her, you could see his ass flexing as he drove down into the old bitch roughly, her hands gripping his naked butt firmly as her ankles rested on his shoulders.

It was an unholy sight to see their lips locked, tongues in each other's mouths, really going at it, each driven by the same lust that threatened to consume them. The image of someone like him, a man in their absolute prime, giving such energy to a wicked vulture like her. Dr. White had seen it play out like this so many times before... but it was nonetheless a stirring sight to witness, especially with a movie star being the one doing it. Seeing his body against hers, both covered in sweat, her huge breasts against his fit chest, his hard muscles and her aged flesh in constant contact, skin rubbing on skin, sweat mixing, their bodies experiencing each other in the most complete manner possible... it was almost art, it was so striking an image.

They were so different in so many ways, in age, personality, worldview, fame. But here, on this video, watching them having sex, they were no different. On the same level. Sex was the great equalizer, as even the purest souls could journey into the darkness to slake their hunger. No matter how much esteem and high regard you were held in, the truth was revealed during sex. Sheila... she was not a good person in the slightest, in fact quite an evil, unpleasant, wicked woman, even at her best. The fact that he surrendered himself to a woman of such low character due solely to an unshakeable sexual attraction to the old bitch... perhaps in truth, despite all the good things he did, all the happiness he brought his fans, he was no better than her.

The sex itself was incredible, of course. He, with a body carved from granite, and a cock that held up its end of the bargain in terms of length... you could make an argument that he was the epitome of man. And her, all sinful curves and wicked nature... how could there be any doubt that she could use a body like his to its peak potential. And she did just that, riling him up enough where he couldn't stop himself from fucking the evil old bitch like his life depended on it. Railing her from behind with her on all fours, her lips turned up wickedly as he drove into her hard, making her massive hanging tits jiggle lewdly, her ass withstanding the forceful thrusts. And even when her ass 'surrendered' to his young, beefy, nine-and-a-half-inch cock, the younger man fucking the older woman up the ass, it was her that seemed to be in control, driving back into him even more forcefully than the muscular hunk's full-bodied thrusts.

There was a hunger for each other that was put on display as they 69'd each other, his square jaw lodged between her thighs, feasting on her cunt. And with her on top, her boobs squashed against his abs, she absolutely inhaled his thick, meaty prick, taking it smoothly down her throat, coating his weapon with her spit. She seemed to revel in taking the whole thing in her mouth, choking on it as it lodged in her throat, her lips stretched around the thick base, her nose resting against his heavy, manly balls. She would stay in this position for agonizingly long periods of time until she finally needed air, releasing his swollen prick from her grasp, reappearing absolutely drenched with her saliva. As soon as she refilled her lungs with air, she'd do the same thing again, unwilling to stop feeding on his massive beefy cock.

Her obsession with his cock was only paralleled with his obsession for her tits. His hands practically never stopped squeezing them throughout the whole ordeal, only releasing her G cups from his grasp either when the position didn't allow for it, or so he could do other things to them. Suck them. Rub his face against them. Even push them together and fuck them. At one point, the sight of him in the act of tit-fucking her, that deep-V of his near his crotch guiding your eyes to the throbbing weapon between his legs, eagerly driving it between her gigantic, fleshy breasts, his cock throbbing from the incredible sensation he was feeling... it was like art.

They truly were opposite in all ways. Him, a young, vibrant, fit male, in the prime of his life, muscular and full of vigor. And beyond that, his image to the public was spotless, an actor beloved to damn near all who watched him, popular and likeable and one whose strength of character lined up with his large fanbase. And she, this older, evil woman, one who would eagerly say things that would make most people squeamish, who was unpopular even among her friends, and positively hated by the majority of people who had gotten to know her. Yet, in this moment, these two were on the same level. No different. They weren't opposites. When the young stud pumped a massive wad of cum out of his big thick cock into the wicked older woman's hungry cunt, they were one.

Both Dr. White and Sheila were realistic enough to know that he wasn't about to leave his wife for her, even if he thoroughly enjoyed the sex, which he clearly did. Thus, getting a ring off of him or his wife was unlikely. So, in lieu of that, the memento Dr. White asked of her was the video recording of the action. Dr. White knew people who could handle the technical side of it, it was just up to Sheila sealing the deal, which she had. The old bitch wasn't bothered by this caveat, even requesting a copy of it for her own uses. The doctor kept her copy of the recording in the vault. Having footage of one of the most famous hunks in the world going to town on an old slut... it might be useful to have that stowed away, just in case. Not that she loved resorting to blackmail, but if the need arose where she needed to use that pressure point on him to aid in some future plan, she needed to be ready. She would sometimes put on a showing of the footage to her team. He was a formative figure to some of the younger interns, so they were always eager to watch him having sex, even if it was with an old, nasty slut. And even for the women who didn't hold him in such rapturous regard, he was still crazy hot. And the sex... it was some really good shit. But Dr. White restricted these viewings to special occasions, not sharing the video files with anyone, wanting to maintain total control over the footage.

The star of the show didn't outwardly betray any regrets or that he'd taken part in something bad. In interviews and social media, he acted as if all was normal. Sheila told the doctor that after the action was done, and he stared upon the naked older woman's sweat-covered naked body... with his balls empty, he was filled with the weight of his actions, guilt and regret guiding him as he quickly extricated himself from her presence, promising that they shouldn't have done it, and that it could never happen again.

That vow lasted about six months.

They ended up doing it again when he was back in the area next. He was embarrassed at first, but as soon as the heat turned up, he regained the same vigor that possessed him the first time they hooked up. This stud who could have any woman... spending his free time getting nasty with an old slut... one could only imagine how good the sex must be for him to come crawling. Sheila certainly enjoyed herself. And he did too, having far fewer objections to this whole arrangement after taking part in it once again. Sheila told Dr. White they had tentative plans to meet up again in a few months.

As Dr. White closed up the file, her review of it complete, she shook her head and grinned. God help her, Sheila Spencer considered the doctor a friend after the miracle she'd pulled. The wicked old vulture had been happy to donate to the doctor beyond the case being done, supporting her work and her further studies going forward. In cases like this, with such satisfied, deep-pocketed customers, Dr. White had to keep things on good terms, hiding her dislike for the older woman behind a polite smile as she continued taking her cash.

Sheila wasn't the only case she'd worked on involving major Hollywood names. It being another high-profile case, it was next in the stack of files to review, although she remembered it well. The previous summer, who had called up her office but one of the most famous female black rappers in the world. She'd heard of the doctor's work through the grapevine, a friend of a friend of a friend, and she was intrigued enough by the doctor's reputation to request a meeting. With her crew in tow, they visited the office, forgoing any sense of secrecy, making her presence known. Once she was done taking photos with the interns, her and a few members of her group entered Dr. White's office, with her bodyguards waiting outside.

The rapper, Shaya Himalayas... just taking one look at her, you could tell she didn't need much help being appealing to men. She was gorgeous. A tall, curvaceous black woman in her late twenties, she was walking sex. Fit, yet with curves in all the right places, she was poured into a pair of skin-tight neon purple pants. The material was glued to firm legs, hugging her taut calves and meaty thighs. She had a pair of matching, severely slanted purple high heels on her feet, but she walked in them like she'd been doing it all her life. Up top, she had on a flashy, matching purple coat over an extremely tight black tank top, leaving both her taut midriff and heaping amounts of cleavage exposed. Seriously, she had giant tits, just mountainous black melons stuffed in her tight top, the fleshy orbs barely being contained, a canyon of cleavage on display, the brown flesh looking so smooth to the touch that even Dr. White had trouble focusing on the task at hand.