"Oh, what are you doing?" she asked.

Debbie felt her flesh crawl. What was going on? She could hardly see.

"Debbie."

The way he pronounced her name had a terrific effect on her body. She felt her belly tighten, her nipples stiffen, poking hard against her bra. The young teenager sucked in a deep breath, feeling a strange itchy tingle start between her legs. The young woman could feel her hot, sensitive plump cuntlips starting to swell with blood, one folding over the other while her clit popped up from its surrounding slick flesh. It was wrong, wrong to feel like this. Her mother had told her so.

"Doctor… maybe… we'd better… go upstairs," she said, her voice coming in low pants.

Ray said nothing. She could hear his breathing. It was as heavy, as rapid as hers. Her scalp crinkled. For a moment Debbie wanted to run for the door, to beat the wood with her fists and scream for help. But what would that accomplish? Ray hadn't done anything to her… yet. And besides, no one would hear her screams, while anything like that would probably provoke Dr. Tiffany to do something terrible to her.

"I've been watchin' you, Debbie," he began, his voice lower than before.

"Oh?"

A thrill flashed through her cunt, intensifying the hot, mushy feelings between her legs.

"You're nice, real nice. Better than some of those women upstairs who don't know how to take care of patients," Ray continued, moving closer to her.

Debbie backed slightly towards the beds, realizing in a few minutes what she was doing. Bed! The thought of her wriggling on the mattress with Ray squirming on top of her raced through her confused mind. Oh, what a delicious fantasy, something to think about when she was alone in her bed at night. But certainly it was something to avoid here! What if they were caught? Oh, she could imagine the scandal, what her mother would say if…