Page 72 of Naughty Nelle

“Ah, so you work for Conquest Broadcasting too. In the children’s programming division?”

Hmm. Is this what Jen had told him? Wondering why she would hide working for SIN-TV, I merely nodded.

“Wonderful. Let’s get started.”

Placing the clipboard on the sink counter, Dickwick prepped for my examination. I watched as he donned a paper mask along with a pair of latex gloves and telescopic glasses. He leaned into me.

“Open wide.”

Is that what he said when he wanted Jen to suck his little dick?

Mentally slapping myself, I parted my lips and opened my mouth as wide as it would go.

Holding a mouth mirror, he peered inside it. “Where exactly is the problem? I don’t see any inflammation.”

A pool of saliva gathered in the base of my mouth as he continued to explore. I grabbed that little spittle vacuum and pressed my lips on the tip to suck up the excess spit. For some crazy reason, I imagined Jen wrapping her lips around my cock and making me come in her mouth.

Poking my gums with the fingers of his free hand, he catapulted me out of my fantasy. I relaxed my jaw.

“It hurts like hell in the back by my molars. Can you feel any swelling?” I asked before opening my mouth wide again. My evil plan was now officially in action.

He reached two fingers—his index and middle ones—into my mouth. I let out a loud, faux moan of pain and then I did it. I chomped down on his fingers as hard as I could. So hard that my cuspids tore through his plastic gloves, and I could taste the copper of his blood on my tongue.

“OWWW!” he screamed out at the top of his lungs. Music to my ears.

Well done, Agent Burns, I mused as he yanked his hand out of my mouth and stared down at the blood-filled glove with disbelief. Well, at least I had spared him his two fingers. Well, barely.

“Why the hell did you bite me?” Pain and terror filled his eyes as he struggled to pull off the bloody glove.

“I’m sorry. It was an accident. You hit the sore spot. It was just an involuntary reflex.”

“Fuck,” he moaned as he peeled off the glove. Bright red blood was dripping down both fingers, covering the back of his hand and making its way to the edge of his sterile white lab coat sleeve. Panicking, he reached for some gauze and held it tightly to his wounds.

“Man, I mean Doctor, I’m really, really sorry,” I apologized. That you won’t be sticking those two pathetic fingers up Jennifer McCoy’s pussy anytime soon . . . or anywhere near it,” I silently added with a wide mental grin.

The blood seeped through the gauze. He looked horrified. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “You’re going to have to come back or see someone else. I think I need to go to an emergency room. I may need stitches.”

“Want me to drive you? It’s the least I could do. I drive fast.” Like a maniac.

Pressing the gauze to his fingers, he dashed out of the room before I could say another word.

A cocky smile lit up my face. Did I ever mention I was a biter as a child? My biting skills had only gotten better with age. I couldn’t wait to use them on the warm, silky flesh of the delicious Jennifer McCoy. And make my mark.

Mission accomplished.

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