What the Doctor Ordered

[NotNiceAngel]

"It hurts," the gaudily dressed woman whined as she sat up on the table with a bloody forehead and a face of smeared makeup.

Dr. Eden Haimovich sighed as she looked over the young girl's chart while pulling gloves on, letting them snap onto her hands like a second skin. The young lady had quite a medical record injury wise. She was one of the more aggressive girls on campus; Eden often got several visits from either her or her newest target. All the girl wanted was extra attention she didn't get from her "master." After the eighth time, the doctor lost all compassion for the girl, but it was her job to tend to all of the girls on the grounds as well as the staff and the millionaire that started all of this. The job paid well too, so there was no need to go job hunting with the decline in the economy.

"Alright, what's the problem. Just a bump and a cut?" she asked as she laid the girl on her back and listened to her chest and abdomen for internal bleeding. There was nothing, so she checked her bones and joints; the girl was fine other than the obvious head injury.

The girl sniffled and nodded while the doctor pulled out gauze, peroxide, antibiotic ointment and a few closure bandages. After cleaning up the wound, Eden used peroxide to disinfect it. Then she used a q-tip to observe and put antibiotic ointment into it. Of course, the girl squirmed and whined her ass off about Eden's treatment. Once she was patched up, Dr. Haimovich sent her on her way. Before all of this, Eden had been working on tedious paperwork. As a private facility, the government always put her under the microscope or buried her with paperwork. Then there was the planning and scheduling for the monthly physical exams she needed to perform on everyone. Sitting at her desk in a small cubicle like office, Eden began to write rapidly.

 

[Gashnaw]

"Whats the damage this time?" Bryan asked calmly as the girl exited the office and he stepped inside. Bryan was getting fed p with fights breaking out. It was a mix of emotions in the house. if the girls were not with him they were fighting for dominance and figuring out who would be with the master next. Often alliance were made which would give him two or more girls at a time but in retrorespect, it usually landed Eden with a ton of patchwork to do.

"if this keeps up, I'm going to have to cut some loose, but at least they keep you busy."
Bryan was never very good with the ladies, but after turning eighteen a hundred million dollars later, well he had a fairly good job opportunity. He was running a maid service, which paid well, and it kept the government off his back. After all when it came to maid service, it wasn't illegal to sleep with them, and quite frankly. most girl wanted it. In fact if a girl didn't Bryan would fire her since he had another girl who would suck him off while dusting.

"Why did you take the job?" He asked sitting her examining table. He wasn't there for a checkup but her office wasn't exactly suited for visitors. "I mean there has to be some awkwardness, you are taking care of girls from fifteen to twenty-five very day, for one injury or another, and you knows it because they are fighting over me. You are the only woman in the facility that has no interest in becoming a plaything."

He really was curios as to why the facilities only doctor was not interested in removing the labcoat and corner him in his room one day. Get even an hour of him all to herself, and there were multiple opportunities he gave her, like now, the doctor's office was empty, and he was still shirtless from a session he had earlier.