Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 04

Standing next to Maxine, Dr. White was watching as the younger woman flipped to the next picture. It showed the married military man passed out, completely naked, covered with sweat. Over him stood Maxine, her tanned, tatted-up flesh coated with both perspiration and gobs of cum, grinning lewdly, her massive tits exposed, her nipple piercings glimmering. "This is perfect! Great work!" Maxine shrugged, as if it was all in a day's work, even as it was clear the encounter had left its mark on her. "How you feeling about the industrial military complex now?"

"I can make it work," Maxine said, shrugging again. Talking fast, the intern gave the quick and dirty summary of what happened, how Maxine pushed for them to talk about this contract over dinner. And how by the end it was clear she had him completely on the hook given the way his eyes kept flicking between her succulent cleavage and the sleeve of tattoos on her arm. He was so on the hook that he signed the deal that Dr. White wanted, a very generous deal that really benefitted her more than him, knowing that signing it was the gateway for things to progress to the next stage between him and the tatted-up minx. And after a long, sweaty night in a hotel room, Maxine had won over General Irons, sinking her claws in him on the doctor's behalf, and forming a very valuable connection that would prove very useful going forward. That kind of access was a game changer, and the busty, tattooed intern all but assured herself a very valuable standing within Dr. White's team as the lead intern handling the military side of their wicked operation. Once it was all talked out, it became obvious how worn-down Maxine was by the action she'd taken part in.

"Okay, go home, hon. Relax... you've earned it," Dr. White said, smiling warmly, giving her valuable approval to the intern's work. Even though Maxine had a hard shell, she appreciated the gesture, knowing it was hard to earn.

"I need a drink," Maxine stated. "Something stronger than the stuff you keep around here!" Maxine said her goodbyes and gingerly left the office, visibly still a bit sore. But once she was gone, Dr. White was so pleased with the good news that she felt like celebrating.

"That sounds like a good idea. Want a drink?" Dr. White offered. Priya smiled and nodded.

Essentially done with transcribing all the details of the Renee/Chad case, they closed the book on it, Priya organizing all the notes while Dr. White filled two glasses with booze. Clinking glasses, they stood at the window, looking out at the lights in the city shining in the darkness of the night. It was near midnight by this point, and they chatted amiably for a bit. But both of them enjoyed the silence of the moment, relaxing as they took in the wonderful view.

Her nerves slightly loosened by the alcohol, Priya worked up the nerve to bring up a topic that was weighing on her.

"Dr. White, I have a question... how do you do it?" Priya asked. Dr. White gave her a quizzical look, wondering what she was getting at. "I mean, what you do, like in this case with Chad... I look at it, and what we did, and I can't help but feel a little bad for him. Like... I'm sorry, but I think, for example... that program he was a part of... they were doing good stuff. They weren't corrupt, at least until we intervened. They might have taken a little more than their share, but very little, and it didn't seem like that bothered him. We really went at a group of people who weren't doing anything wrong..."

"I don't buy programs like that," the doctor replied. "There's always some hypocrisy, and greed. Guys like that pastor... they always end up being sleazes. Sometimes, they need a little push, but if he gave in to one of our girls, he'd do it with some other little tease eventually." Priya still seemed unconvinced. "Okay, look... we didn't accuse the pastor of a crime. We just smudged his reputation a bit. Guys like him will get on their feet again. They always do. He'll be fine."

"Maybe," Priya replied. "But you have to agree that they meant well. And they were helping Chad genuinely. And his wife certainly wasn't complicit in it. They were doing good work, and they were strengthening his soul. And then, we come along, and steal from him his support system, his wife, his god... We take all that away from him because some older slut was willing to pay top-dollar to spend the rest of her life getting power-fucked by a handsome married athlete. He wouldn't have gone along with any of it if we hadn't told him he would. We sent him to that bitch on a silver platter, and the poor guy was too trusting to know how badly he'd been deceived. So, I ask again... how do you do it? How do you get by knowing you spun around a poor guy like that and helped corrupt him and hand him over to a bitch like Renee?"

"Our work doesn't create something out of nothing," Dr. White explained. "If there wasn't some small part of him that wanted what we put in front of him, then he wouldn't have given in. We don't create the fault line inside men that lead them to cheat. We just... make It bigger. If there wasn't anything there, our efforts to wear at his fidelity wouldn't have taken hold. And Priya, as someone who has been doing this for a while, trust me... that fault line exists in all men. Our work always takes hold. I haven't met a man yet who wasn't willing to cheat given the right circumstances. All we do is find those circumstances. Find what makes him tick. And for Chad, it was clearly older women."

"It was only that because we told him that was his thing," Priya argued.

"Agree to disagree, I guess," Dr. White replied. Priya understood the grander point the doctor was making, but it wasn't quite what she was getting at.

"I mean," the young intern began. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...how do you live with it? I can't help but feel a little guilty about all the shit we stirred up and all the trouble we caused to a bunch of really good people just because some greedy old bitch wanted a boytoy."

Dr. White was about to respond quickly before she stopped herself. She let herself take in the question, wanting to respond thoughtfully. Setting down the glass on her desk, she turned to face her intern.

"I know a lot of people in the medical field," Dr. White started. "Other doctors, not just like me, but, you know... blood and guts type of doctors. People who work in high-pressure situations, trauma rooms, surgeries, stuff with lives on the line. Messy, bloody, terrifying shit. I've observed them at work, and me being me, I couldn't help but study them. And one thing I marveled at... one minute, someone could die on the table, and the doctors could be covered in blood and sweat and other stuff as they literally feel someone's life leave their body. And minutes later, they could step out of the room, and they could carry on like nothing happened. They could just move on. I remember seeing this one doctor walk out of the trauma room after someone died of a gunshot wound, and he went and cleaned his hands, walked to the staff room, and ate a sandwich. That stuck with me. It was as if nothing happened. I've thought about that moment for years. And I eventually realized that it just comes with the territory. When you do this shit, this high-intensity work, you have to compartmentalize. You have to learn how to separate yourself from the weight of your work."

"So, you ask how I can deal with the guilt, the weight of this work?" Dr. White asked back to the younger woman. "The answer is simple: it's what doctors do."

Priya nodded upon hearing this. The doctor turned to look out the window over the city again. Years prior, she'd felt guilty about what she'd inflicted on some of these blameless women who got in the way of her life's work, but no longer. Her resolve was strong. No guilt. No regrets. Not anymore. Her research and goals were far more important than such petty concerns. Thinking over the story she just told, she found herself repeating the lesson she was imparting.

"It's what doctors do."

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(TheTalkMan's Note: As of now, this is the final chapter of "Dr. White's Code of Sluts" I have planned. But fear not, this is far from the end of Dr. White. She has worked on thousands of cases over her rise, and there are plenty of them worth exploring further. I think future Dr. White stories will be leaner, focused on just one case at a time. Some would be focused on the doctor, and others might put her more in the background, pulling the strings without being seen doing so. I think there's so much to explore with her, and I look forward to doing so. Not immediately, but at some point in the future. And fear not, the dangling threads left behind in this story will be addressed in the future in one form or another. And some things not addressed further here, such as what happens on Jake's birthday, are substantial enough to warrant their own story in the future.)