Page 37 of Doctoring Dolly

“Shh, pet. It’s all right. Drink this,” Quincy urged as he lifted a bottle of water to her lips.

She drank deeply and tried to relax, but it was difficult.

When Sadie and Erika approached, she stiffened, waiting for them to tell her how much they hated her.

“Is it true you write BDSM stories?” Sadie asked.

“Yes,” Dolly whispered.

The Little bounced excitedly.

“Have you been published?”

“Do you use your name or a penname?”

“Where can we find your books?”

Dolly took a deep breath as relief filled her. They did not hate her. They wanted to know about her work. Was she brave enough to out herself to them?

Looking at Quincy, he smiled at her. “Go ahead, pet. You might find yourself with a whole new crop of readers.”

Before she could answer, Jaben stepped up. “Quincy, they need you in the infirmary. One of the kitchen staff got burned and the nurse would like you to take a look at it.”

Quincy looked at her. “Pet? You going to be okay?”

Except for the fire covering her ass, she felt nearly back to normal. “I’ll be fine. Go and do what you have to do.”

She wobbled, but surprisingly did not fall down when Quincy set her on her feet and helped her back into the robe she had worn earlier. Then he hurried away, leaving her to face Sadie and Erika and several other women who had gathered.

She spent a few minutes answering their questions, pretty sure her face was nearly as red as she knew her ass had to be.

“I have some business cards in my room that I’ll drop at the front desk tomorrow,” she promised when the women all walked away, wishing they were allowed phones in the dungeon so they could look her up online.

She excused herself and headed to the bar for another bottle of water when one of the sadists in her BDSM 101 group stopped her.

“If I see myself described in any book, I’ll be coming after you with a bullwhip,” he promised before smacking her ass hard and walking away.

Dolly cried out and decided this would be a good time to disappear. Earlier in the day, Erika had added Dolly’s name to Quincy’s room and closed her account out.

Slipping through the crowd, Dolly avoided Sadie, Erika, Master Derek, and the others she had grown friendly with. The elevator was just closing, so she decided to take the stairs.

Pushing through the door into the stairwell, she started up the stairs. Tears filled her eyes at the pain from the robe rubbing against the tender skin of her ass and upper thighs.

She was nearly at the landing when she missed a step. She tried to correct but ended up over balancing in the wrong direction. She screamed as she fell backward and tumbled down the stairs where she slammed her head and everything went black.

Quincy grinned at Valerie Cain, the nurse on duty, and said, “One more patient and I’m sending Derek a bill for services rendered.”

“I’m sure he’d pay it, but I have to tell you, this many medical issues needing a physician’s attention is unusual,” Valerie said as she finished putting together a care kit for the cook’s assistant.

The burn was superficial, but because it was over most of his palm, Valerie felt it needed to be seen by Quincy before she bandaged it.

Quincy finished making his notes for the file and planned to return and rescue Dolly from her no-doubt rabid fans. He was not finished with aftercare, but the rest of what he had planned would take place in the privacy of their room.

“Quincy? Are you still here?” Derek’s deep voice called from the hallway.

“I’m here,” Quincy replied, wondering what had happened now.

Valerie sent the kitchen worker on his way and then started cleaning up the room in preparation for the next patient.

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