Impatient Patient

Liz Jordan’s stuck in a paper gown on the exam table, tapping her foot like the doctor owes her rent. 'Fucking finally,' she mutters—then a wicked little grin slides across her face. She came in early, missed her morning rub, and now that the doc’s dragging ass she might as well get what she’s owed. Liz slips two fingers under the gown, legs spread, going at it like she’s on the clock. Door swings open; Dana Vespoli walks in mid-apology about some emergency, then freezes when she sees the show. Liz doesn’t miss a beat—just keeps circling her clit and shoots the brunette doc a smirk. 'Late, huh? Maybe you can make it up to me… right now.'