"Now tell me, Doctor," I said, my voice a low, silky purr. "Why don't you tell me what you really think about this case? Without the... corporate filter."
Dr. Alden swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like a frightened fish. He looked from my face to the closed door, then back again, trapped in the cage of his own office.
It wasn't just fear of the ones behind him.
No, it was me, or to be precise, my perfect body.
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but this is highly irregular," he stammered, trying to regain a shred of authority. "The girl's case file is confidential. I can't just—"
I cut him off by slowly, deliberately unzipping the top of my bodysuit. Not all the way, just enough to reveal the swell of my breasts and the perfect, unblemished skin of my sternum. His eyes, despite himself, were drawn down, caught in the snare.
"Confidential," I repeated softly, leaning forward until my scent—a mix of expensive soap, clean sweat, and something older, darker—filled the space between us. "Let's talk about what you can do, Doctor. You can authorize her release. You can sign the papers. You can have her medical records transferred to my private care."
My passive skill 'Aphrodisiac Aura' was pushed to the limit, a subtle, invisible wave of pheromones that clouded judgment and heightened suggestibility. It was cheating, of course. But then, so was lying to a desperate young man about his sister's future.
"That's... that's against hospital policy," he breathed, but his voice lacked conviction. His gaze kept flicking down to my chest.
"Policy," I mused, tracing a finger along the polished wood of his desk, circling a stack of files like a shark. "Policy is for board meetings and insurance claims. Out here, in the real world, there are only two things that matter: power and choice."
I straightened up, letting him get a full, unobstructed view as the bodysuit gaped open. The cool office air kissed my skin, raising faint goosebumps across the generous curves of my breasts. I didn't bother covering up. Instead, I arched my back just enough to make them strain against the half-zipped fabric, nipples already tightening into visible peaks under his widening stare.
Dr. Alden's breath hitched audibly. The man was in his late fifties, respectable on paper, but right now he looked like a starving dog presented with prime rib. My Aphrodisiac Aura rolled off me in thick, invisible waves, wrapping around him like warm silk, sinking into his pores, his bloodstream, his rapidly stiffening cock.
"Doctor," I purred, circling the desk with slow, deliberate steps, my hips swaying in that natural, predatory rhythm I knew drove men insane. "You've been working so hard… haven't you? All those long nights studying, my poor little Akira. All that pressure from the board. Doesn't it get exhausting? Carrying all that tension in your shoulders… in your balls…"
I stopped right beside his chair and leaned down, deliberately brushing the soft, heavy underside of my breast against his arm. He jerked like he'd been shocked, but he didn't pull away. Couldn't. The scent of my body—sweet, musky, intoxicating—was already clouding his mind.
"I… I can't—" he tried, voice cracking.
"Shhh." I placed a finger on his lips, then slowly dragged it down his chin, his throat, over his tie, until I reached the growing bulge in his slacks. I cupped him through the fabric, feeling him throb hot and thick against my palm. "Look at you. Already so hard for me. Does your wife still make you this eager, Doctor? Or has it been a long, long time since someone truly took care of you?"
A broken groan escaped him as I squeezed gently, stroking the outline of his cock with practiced fingers. His hand twitched toward my exposed chest but froze halfway, as if some last scrap of professionalism was fighting a losing battle.
I smiled, sweet and wicked, and unzipped the bodysuit further. The fabric parted like water, fully revealing my breasts—full, perfect, impossibly perky despite their size. I took his trembling hand and pressed it against one, letting him feel the warm, velvety weight, the hard nipple poking into his palm.
"Touch me," I whispered right against his ear, letting my breath ghost over his skin. "Feel how soft I am. How wet I'm getting just thinking about you signing those papers for me."
Fuck me, the former man, now the Nephalem of Lust, was seducing a fifty-something doctor… How far have I fallen? The thought was fleeting, insignificant. My body knew its purpose.
His fingers flexed instinctively, kneading my tit, thumb circling my nipple. His breathing was ragged now, his face flushed. I slid onto his lap, straddling him in the large office chair. The bodysuit rode up my thighs as I ground my barely covered pussy against the rigid length of his cock, letting him feel the heat radiating through the thin material.
"Mmm… that's it," I moaned softly, rolling my hips in slow, filthy circles. "You want to help me, don't you? You want to be a good doctor. A good man. You'll transfer Akira's care to me. You'll sign every form. You'll delete any copies of her files that might… complicate things. Won't you?"
I reached between us and deftly opened his belt, tugging his zipper down. His cock sprang out—respectably thick, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked lazily, twisting my wrist at the head the way men always lose their minds over.
Dr. Alden's head fell back against the chair with a guttural sound.
"God… yes… I—I'll do it. Just… fuck, don't stop—"
I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the side of his neck, tasting salt and desperation, while my hand worked him faster. My breasts pressed heavily against his chest as I whispered filthy promises between kisses along his jaw.
"I'll even let you watch me take care of her sometime… if you're very, very obedient. Would you like that? Seeing my mouth on a helpless girl while you sit in the corner stroking this fat cock for me?"
His hips bucked up into my fist, a broken "Yes… fuck, yes…" spilling from him. I could feel him pulsing, seconds from the edge.
I stopped stroking.
His hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the sudden void where my hand had just been. A pathetic, questioning whine caught in his throat as he opened his eyes.
"Ah, ah, ah," I chided softly, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. "Nothing in this world is free, Doctor. Not even a happy ending in a stuffy office."
"P-Please... I..." he stammered, dazed and drunk with lust, his hips still twitching.
"Sign first," I said sweetly, reaching over to grab a pen and the release forms from his desk. I placed them in front of him, still sitting on his lap with my dripping pussy grinding lazily against his throbbing dick. "Sign, and I'll make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name."
My thumb swirled slowly over the weeping tip of his cock, spreading the wetness around.
His hand shook violently as he scrawled his signature across every line I pointed to—discharge papers, transfer of care, confidentiality agreements, even a little note deleting her research data.
Aphrodisiac Aura sure did its work on the poor man, but then again, who told him to make my Ron sad?
"Good."
The moment the last signature was dry, I rewarded him.
I dropped to my knees between his spread legs, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes that didn't match the wicked smile on my lips. Then I took him into my mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing him to the hilt.
His cock was hot and heavy on my tongue, the taste of him salty, clean. I didn't hold back. I relaxed my throat, letting him fuck my face as he grabbed my white hair with a desperate grip, his hips rising from the chair. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse and buck harder. My free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, my nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin behind them.
"That's it... fuck… my mouth is yours, Doctor," I panted, pulling back just enough to speak before swallowing him again.
However, Dr. Alden lasted less than thirty seconds.
He came with a strangled cry, flooding my throat with thick, bitter spurts. I drank every drop, milking him with my tongue until he was twitching and oversensitive, then pulled off with an obscene pop.
I wiped the corner of my mouth delicately and rose to my feet, zipping my bodysuit back up as if nothing had happened. The doctor sat there, dazed, pants open, chest heaving.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Doctor Alden," I said lightly. "Akira's things will be packed within the hour. Have them brought to the front. And remember—if anyone asks, this was your professional recommendation."
He could only nod weakly.
I opened the door. Ron was waiting right outside, tense and pacing. His eyes flicked to my slightly flushed cheeks and the faint sheen on my lips, but he said nothing.
"Everything's settled," I told him with a satisfied smile. "Let's go get your sister. She's coming home with us."
As we walked down the sterile hallway, I felt a pleasant little throb of victory between my thighs. Another problem solved. Another man wrapped around my finger.
And soon, sweet little Akira would be safely under my roof… and under my care.