I kept the audio off, as I had been instructed to do. Camera three showed a man whom we workers called Larry; no one really knew his name. It changed as often as his multiple personalities. He was one of the watched because of his tendency for suicide.
In black and white, monitor seven showed one of several psychiatric evaluations being performed this night. Felicia, a young doctor new to the Oak Bridge Hall, was asking some questions to the Hall's newest arrival: a young, handsome patient who was admitted under the name of Jake.
Searching for an end to the boredom of the ten-hour shift, I switched on the audio from the room.
"I hear you've been having some problems with your wife," Felicia stated. "Would you like to talk about them?"
Jake shook his head slowly from side to side. "No."
"You know why you're here, don't you, Jake?" It was really more of a statement than a question. Felicia probed deeper. "Your wife thinks that your... problems are a result of something in your past. I'm sure that I can help you to work through them, if you'd only speak with me..."
His hands folded across his chest in a silent expression of rebellion. "No."
"I can help you, Jake... I'm trained to help people like you." She smiled sweetly at him. "My methods may seem a bit strange at first, but trust me and we can work through them. Many men have the same problem as you... impotence is something that can be cured with the proper treatment." She uncrossed her legs, revealing a shadowed darkness between her thighs. Slowly, she slid her hands down her right leg, easing her foot out of the ruby heel. She moved to the other leg, and the other heel dropped beside its mate.
Her eyes locked on his. Stretching her arms over her head, she tugged at the barrette which restrained her ebony locks. As she shook her head, her curly black mane fell to her shoulders. Watching her with intent scrutiny, her patient gulped.
She smiled, half-amused that this patient was so easy. Her lips pursed softly before she spoke.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Jake? I knew you would... You're hard now, aren't you? Close, at least... Here, let me help you with that..."
Standing now, she toyed with the buttons on her red suit. Her fingertips undid the first, and the second... as the third was undone, the swell of her ivory breasts was visible. Two more buttons, and Jake could see that she wore no bra underneath her suit. She slid the fabric off her chest and down her arms. Now all that cloaked his vision of her was her black skirt.
The soles of her feet padded on the cold floor as she walked to him. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her bare underside. She laughed softly. "I don't wear panties, either."
He was hard now, and he pawed at her with wild abandon. She rubbed against his manhood with her bare core and smiled.
"Your wife is waiting for you outside," Felicia said as she pulled herself from his pulsing lap. "I think we've taken care of your... problem, but if it recurs, don't hesitate to call the office. I'll be pleased to work with you again."
He licked his lips, now dry and cracking from the heat inside his body. "Thank you Doctor," he said shaking her hand.
"Thank you, Jake," she replied. "Good-bye."
