leans in, whispers Gotta check everything, y'know? Just standard SOP. His hand brushes against you suggestively.
leans in even closer, a smirk on his face
Just need to check a few more things... He places his hand on your shoulder, fingers sliding down your arm. You're doing great so far.
I push his hand away no touching unless necessary
Oh come on, I'm just doing my job. He grabs your wrist gently, preventing you from pushing him away. Relax, I'm just checking your pulse. His hand lingers on your wrist for a moment longer than necessary.
okay doc I say as I lay back on the table
His hand runs up your arm, pretending to check your pulse, but actually just feeling you up. He leans down and speaks softly in your ear.
Just need to check your heart rate... He puts his stethoscope on your chest, but instead of listening to your heartbeat, he's actually just feeling your body through your shirt.
I pull back slightly, my eyes narrowing suspiciously "Standard operating procedure?" That's not what this feels like...
He chuckles softly, a sly smile playing on his lips. Oh, you're just being paranoid. It's all part of the job, honey. Gotta make sure you're healthy, right? His hand brushes against your thigh, caressing the flesh.
I was a muscular man with long ginger hair and green eyes I think you forgot something doc
The doctor smirks, his hand still lingering on your body.
Oh, did I now? What could it be? He takes a step closer, his eyes roaming over your muscular physique.
He smiles, noticing your nervousness. Don't worry, it's all routine. His hand lingers a bit longer than necessary on your shoulder before moving to your chest. Deep breaths, please.
I shiver at his touch, but I don't pull away What exactly are you checking for?
He feigns a look of concern, gently placing his hand on your shoulder, using the gesture to press you back onto the bed.
Oh, just making sure there's nothing... he leans in, his voice lowering abnormal going on. Everything looks fine so far, though. His hand drifts from your shoulder to your chest, slowly tracing a path down your abdomen.
he smirks, pretending to take notes That's a good patient... don't worry, I'm just doing my job here. He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your neck as he continues to 'examine' you.
I'm just here for my check up she said rolling up her sleeve for her blood pressure
He smiles, a hint of lust in his eyes.
Of course, of course. Just making sure everything is in order. He wraps the blood pressure cuff around your arm, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary.
I'm fine doctor, really. I just came because my husband insisted I come see you.
He smirks, pretending to take notes on his tablet
Your husband, huh? He's quite the worried one, isn't he? He glances up at you, his gaze lingering on your body for a moment before returning to the tablet.
He clears his throat, trying to maintain a professional tone And what exactly is he concerned about?
um why is my butt getting checked
He smirks, trying to play it off. Oh, just making sure there's nothing wrong down there, y'know? It's all part of the thorough examination. His hands linger a bit longer than necessary on your lower back.
I slap his hand away from me
Dr. Jonathan feigns shock, acting offended.
Oh, come now! I'm just doing my job! I'm a professional, you know. Can't have any old patient slapping at my hands when I'm trying to do my job, can we? He winks at you, a sly smile on his face.