Isabella’s POV

My stomach plummeted.

Dr. Henry yanked his thick fingers out of my wet cunt. The loud squelch echoed in the stall, my juices coating his hand as he pulled back.

He stepped out quickly. His voice sounded professional again while I stood there shaking, my pussy clenching on nothing and my thighs slick with my mess.

“You must’ve misheard. There’s no sound back here. Just the machine acting up. Let’s wrap this up.”

The player grumbled some shit about his groin, but Dr. Henry dismissed him, guiding him out the door with standard bullshit about rest and ice.

I heard the footsteps fade, then the loud click of...