I went back to the clinic three days later.

Not because I needed a medical exam. Because I couldn’t stay away.

The receptionist smiled the same polite smile and told me Dr. Cole would be with me shortly. I sat in the waiting room with my thighs pressed together, already wet, replaying every filthy thing he had done to me in his apartment. When the nurse finally called my name and led me to Exam Room 3, my hands were shaking.

I didn’t wait this time. I stripped completely, folded my clothes on the chair, and sat naked on the edge of the table under the bright lights. My breasts...