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Frank wanders over to Mel, hunched over at the bar, abandoned by her so-called ‘friendly’ coworkers. “Hey, Mel.”
His familiar deep voice forces a warm smile to appear across her face. She looks up, taking a moment for her vision to focus on his crystal blue eyes. “Hello, Dr. Langdon.”
He chuckles, leaning on the counter, “Nah, you can’t call me that here.” He gestures to himself, “Frank, please.”
Mel twirls the straw around her fruity drink, taking the recommendation from Santos and regretting it. “Sorry. Hello, Frank.”
He grins, accentuating the dimple on his chin. “Are you having a good time? I know you don’t normally come out with us after your shifts. Just wanted to check up on you.”
Mel blinks, staring through the tall man standing in front of her. She too drunk for this conversation, full of pent-up frustration and confusion. She exhales slowly, stating, “I had too much.”
“Too much what?”
Her eyes flutter shut, speaking through gritted teeth, “To drink.” Her cheeks heat up, suddenly embarrassed to admit to Dr. Langdon that she can’t hold her liquor. So childish.
He immediately dips towards her, guiding his thick forearm around her waist, pressing up against her small frame. His voice is thick, full of sweetness, “That’s okay.” He rubs his large hand across Mel's back, her warm skin burning him through the fabric, “I’m here now. I can take care of you.”
She leans into him, biting her bottom lip, holding in a huge grin. Frank feels like a warm blanket, protecting her from the noisy chaos of the bar surrounding them on a Friday night. She wants to stay there forever, under his hold.
Frank can feel her shallow breaths against his chest, smelling the shampoo drifting out from her shiny blonde hair. He presses his knuckles under her chin, making her look up at him. “Do you want that, Mel? Do you want me to take care of you?”
Mel hiccups, her eyes widening, “Yes.”
He nods, then raises his arm up, calling over the bartender, “Two waters, please.” Frank keeps one hand on the center of Mel’s back, continuing to coax her as the two glasses are placed in front of them. “Thanks, man.”
Mel glances at the waters, eagerness flowing through her veins, craving Frank's instructions. He nudges both glasses in front of Mel, clearing his throat. “When you drink alcohol, it dehydrates you. That shit is in your blood, rushing to your kidneys. Your body is begging for the toxins to be released. You need to drink water.”
Of course Mel knows this, she’s given the same speech to hungover patients that have landed in the ED from vomiting or fainting, or both. But she listens intently, entranced by Frank’s pink lips, and how he licks them between each thought. She stares at him, nodding incessantly, watching as he lifts one of the chilled glasses up to her mouth, commanding, “Drink.”
Mel takes the cup from him, passing over his fingers with her own for a second too long. She stares at the clear liquid and takes a deep breath, bringing the rim to her lips. Mel gulps it down, overly excited, letting some of the water spill out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin. She can feel the mess, but ignores it, tilting her head all the way back, taking down every last drop.
“A-aaah,” she loudly exhales, setting the empty glass down.
“Good girl.” Frank watches her pupils expand as he praises her. “Now the other one.”
Mel whines, biting the inside of her cheek. She looks cute when she’s nervous, her dark brows come together as her lips twist to the side. Her tummy already feels full from the handful of drinks she's had tonight.
Frank doesn’t back down. He knocks the glass with his top of fingernails, frowning. His voice deepens, “Do I have to tell you twice?”
She gasps, her clit rousing in her panties, responding breathlessly, “No, sorry.” Fuck. Frank wants to take care of her, she can't disappoint him. Mel quickly picks up the second glass, hesitating as she watches the clear liquid slosh around the cup, suddenly feeling queasy. Her mind rushes with unworthiness, unsure if she’s up to his challenge.
Frank notices her pause and encourages her. His voice like silk, sounding so sincere. “C’mon, Mel. You’ll feel so much better, I promise.”
Her hazel eyes gloss over with adoration and compliance, looking up at Frank like he has all the answers. She suddenly trusts him with her life. She places the glass rim between her tight lips, leaning her head back. Her body rejects the water as it slides down her throat, her belly stretching from the extra liquid. She squeezes her eyes shut, pushing through the discomfort, knowing this is what Frank wants.
His jaw hangs open, discovering how obedient Mel really is. His hand climbs up her back to the base of her skull, petting her as she takes her small sips. He weaves his fingers through her brassy hair, free from her regular braid, crimped from its long-held style. Mel takes deep breaths through her nose, fogging up the inside of the glass as she takes the water down. She ignores the feeling of her tummy expanding, sighing as she sets the empty cup down.
Frank is impressed, leaning down to place a small kiss on her forehead, whispering, “S’good for me.”
The imprint of his kiss burns into her skin, feeling so special and small in his arms. She sways on her feet and admits, “I still feel drunk.”
He sneers, laughing at her naivety. “Yeah. That feeling’s not gonna go away for a while. Haven't you gone out drinking before?”
“A few times. But tonight- um, Santos ordered me three different drinks to try. A-and my tolerance is not very high. I think I drank too much, too fast. All I had to eat today was a protein bar, maybe at twelve- or maybe it was one. Can't really remember.”
Frank grimaces at the name, eyeing Trinity by the karaoke booth. “Stay away from her. She’s trouble.”
“Oh- okay.” Mel says, surprised by her own unwavering acceptance.
He clears his throat, “Let me drive you home.”
“Wait, you’re not-”
He cuts her off, “No. I don’t drink anymore.”
Mel suddenly feels self-conscious, allowing herself to get so out of control. Allowing Frank to see her like this. She rubs her eyes, skewing her glasses off her nose, “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I didn’t mean to cause any problems tonight.”
“Hey, it’s no problem. Now, please, let me take you home.”
She perks up, “Okay.”
They walk out together. None of their coworkers pay them any attention, caught up in their own festivities.
Mel melts into his passenger seat, staring out the window as Frank drives. The hum of the engine relaxes her. She thinks about absolutely nothing, nothing except that she doesn't recognize the neighborhood that they’re in. Instantly, her heart drops in her chest, her stomach churning from anxiety. She never gave him her address. Her voice comes out low and quiet, “Where are we going?”
Frank responds curtly, “My place.”
There’s something slightly off-putting about being in a mini van with a married man and an empty back seat. “What about your wife?”
His eyes stay on the road, white knuckling the steering wheel, his wedding band dull under the moonlight, “She’s staying at her mom's. Her and the kids, actually.”
Mel feels really bad, the back of her throat burning up as her eyes well up with tears. Why is she in Dr. Langdon’s car? She watches the street lamps pass by, wiping her cheeks dry. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Seriously. That shit has nothing to do with you.”
Mel gulps, nodding to herself. She feels the car slow down, bracing for it to stop. Frank takes the keys out without speaking, walking around the car to open Mel’s door like a true gentleman. They shuffle into his house together. It’s quiet and cold, like a family used to live there.
They remove their shoes and immediately Frank’s hands are all over Mel again. He runs his palms up and down her back, exposing her pale skin, unhooking her bra. He buries his face in her golden hair, asking, “How are you feeling now?”
Mel weakens in his hold, her knees bowing, allowing herself to fall forwards. She lands against his broad chest, rubbing her cheeks against his firm pecs, mumbling, “S’much better. Thank you.”
Frank hooks his fingers around the hem of her shirt, toying with the fabric. “You still don’t seem quite like yourself, Mel. Let’s get this off, hm? Must be so hot and sweaty after such a long day of work.”
His smooth voice exhilarates her, raising her arms, allowing him to undress her like a toddler would. Frank pulls the t-shirt above her head and her bra over her arms, immediately wrapping his arms around her back. He finds her ear, whispering, “I would pick you up, if I could. Carry you to my bed like the princess you are.”
She blushes from his honestly, whispering back, “Let’s pretend.” Her own slender arms embrace the back of Frank's neck, nuzzling in the crook. Mel inhales his natural musk mixing with his cologne. The scent makes her belly flutter with excitement, smelling his masculinity and accepting his power over her as they walk intertwined to the bedroom.
Frank releases her small body when they reach the foot of the bed. His fingers dig into her waistband, untying the string of her scrubs. They slowly fall down her pale legs, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. Mel's breath hitches as the cool air warps around her body's heat. She steps out of pants, kicking them under the bed, allowing Frank to examine her exposed body.
He reaches towards her, taking a chunk of gold hair and tucks it behind her ear. “Okay, let’s get you to bed. You need to get some rest."
Frank brushes past her to pull open the comforter. She watches as he takes his own shirt and jeans off, examining his athletic body hidden beneath a thick layer of dark hair. Her heart pounds in her chest with desire, wanting to run her fingers across his chest, playing with the bristly hairs and take his nipples in her mouth, tasting the salty sweat that’s dried over his skin.
Frank lays on his side, tapping the mattress, “Get in here.”
Mel gets beneath the cotton sheets, settling against his large body as the little spoon. She feels dizzy from the contact, her whole backside rubbing up against Frank's prickly chest. As he breathes against her smooth back, she wonders, has Dr. Langdon always been this caring, this loving and compassionate, this attractive? She hums in comfort, lying on his bicep he's set underneath her head.
Frank's other arm begins to explore her body, running his large palm over her waist, reaching down towards her panties. His hand settles below her belly button, where a little bulge has developed. He smirks, this is what he's been waiting for all night.
Mel follows his soft touch, asking innocently, "Wh-what are you doing?"
Frank's dick twitches in his boxers when he presses down, releasing a helpless moan from Mel. She gasps, shocked and scared, a ripple of panic shooting up her spine. He chuckles, waiting for her to catch her breath, then asking condescendingly, “Sensitive?”
She quickly responds, “Yes.” All the drinks from the bar and the waters Frank made her drink have caught up to her. The fluid perched in her bladder begging to be released.
Frank has no sympathy, pushing his fingers deeper into the pouch filled up to the brim with piss. “I did such a good job taking care of you. I can feel it.”
Mel squirms with nowhere to go. The pressure in her bladder is intense, building up the need to pee faster than she's ever experienced before. She tries escaping Frank’s hold, pushing her hips back, away from his punishing grip, only resulting in her plush ass to press up against his cock. She rubs against him until his erection pushes back.
He groans, feeling the blood rush to his dick. “Tell me how daddy took care of his babygirl.”
Mel gets woozy, her ears ringing from passion. Frank wants to hear her gratitude, and she's desperate to make him proud. “Mhm’thank you for taking care of me, daddy. I needed you tonight."
Frank’s mouth hangs open, panting with hunger. He rubs harder against her tender flesh, contorting her supple nature around his fingertips.
Mel feels like she’s going to burst. She strains every muscle in her body, craning her neck back. “I need the bathroom. P-please.”
Frank becomes smothered by Mel’s loose hair, tickling his neck and nose. Her clean aroma gives him the primal urge to destroy. “Shhhh," he teases. "A little longer for me.”
She whimpers, unsure how long she can hold it in. Her legs twist around themselves as her thighs squeeze together. The weight of Frank’s hands against her belly leaves her dazed. She’s breathing funny, concentrating on not embarrassing herself even more than she already has tonight.
Frank loves feeling how she tightens against his body. How hard she’s clenching, her back damp with nerves and sweat as she shudders from anticipation. His cock drips with precum in his boxers, moaning each time her ass brushes against his tip. She's doing so well for him, he wants to give her a reward. Frank moves his hand over her inflated belly, creeping down her front, feeling her heat over her panties.
Mel’s body involuntarily jerks when he finds her clit, swollen and sensitive under the fabric.
Frank growls, “You need a distraction?”
“Ohmygod.” She begs, “Please, no. I’m gonna pee.”
Frank ignores her pleas, rubbing his fingers in a circle over her enlarged flesh. Thinking, you did this to yourself, Mel.
She gasps, a rush of pleasure she’s never felt before echoes through her bladder and into her clit. It only feels good for small moments at a time, before needing to squeeze the muscles in her cunt again to not release anything. She looks glorious, writhing on the mattress against Frank’s boner, heaving, “It-it’s too much.”
Frank likes to be mean to naughty, drunk girls. He hooks his calf over Mel’s leg, forcing her wide open as he continues feeling her up.
Mel chokes, the change of position allowing a small leak to drip down her crack. No, no, no. She clenches hard as the warmth expands through her underwear, knowing Frank can feel the developing wetness on his fingertips. She cries out, “I can’t hold it anymore. Please, let me go.”
Frank stays steady, wanting to push her as far as she can go. He continues rounding her clit, as his other hand comes down to her bloated belly, pressing down again.
Mel’s whines get louder, thrashing her head against the pillows. “Fuck. Ah- it’s too much.”
Frank falters, his fluffy eyebrows raising up, “Oh, my baby has a potty mouth now.”
Mel whimpers, regretting what she’s said, shame igniting her. “I’m sorry, daddy. I-I didn’t mean to. It’s just-”
He doesn’t care about her excuses, spitting out, “Hold it. Don’t make a fuckin’ mess in my bed.”
The idea of pissing Dr. Langdon’s bed makes tears roll down Mel’s cheeks. She feels so vulnerable, the pressure in her bladder building up by the second. Her stimulated clit barely distracts her. She uses all her willpower to balance the stress in her pussy, knowing she can’t cum without peeing herself. She mumbles, “M’please, please, please.” Begging for something, not even sure what it is anymore.
Frank patronizes her, “Are you gonna have an accident?”
“Noooo,” she drawls out, whining like a child.
His fingers speed up over her underwear, playing in the soaked fabric, “My baby is gonna piss herself? Is that it?”
She sounds so pathetic, moaning out “Mhmmmm. Nooo- p-please.” Her cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, shiny from her pitiful tears.
Suddenly, Frank removes his hands, bringing them up to her face. He wraps them around her jaw, covering her mouth completely. Mel’s eyes bulge out of her head, smelling her acidic release on his fingers as he degrades her, speaking through gritted teeth, “You got so drunk you needed daddy to take care of you. My baby can’t even take care of herself. Can’t remember to eat. Can’t remember to use the bathroom. Can’t even cum without my help.”
She wails against his palm, coughing, unable to take a deep breath. Frank pulls away, standing up from the bed. He yanks the covers off of Mel’s frail body, demanding, “Get up.”
The loss of Frank's touch and sudden change in temperature makes Mel disoriented. She wiggles on the mattress a few more seconds before carefully standing up, her knees slightly bent, squeezing her thighs together. She can’t even look Frank in the eyes anymore, completely humiliated.
He examines her poor form, satisfied with what he’s created. “Come with me.”
She hobbles after him, holding her hands over her crotch. Frank guides them into a small room, turning the lights on. Mel’s bladder quivers once she sees the toilet, her whole body struggling to stand upright
Frank’s words quickly kill her joy, “I want you to sit down. But you don’t get to pee yet. Understand, baby?”
“Yes, daddy.” Her eyes are full of submission. Her thighs tremble as she brings down her underwear to her knees, lowering herself on the porcelain, cool air rushing over her hot cunt.
Frank stands right in front of her and pulls his boxers down, revealing how the dark hair over his chest trails down his belly and around his erection. She stares down the slit at the tip of his dick, dripping with precum. Mel's mouth pools with saliva as she listens to Frank’s sly voice, “Look what you did to me.”
Mel can only whimper, thinking of the sweet release available right below her, beginning to feel like hot led threatening to leak out of her urethra. She tightens her core, waiting for his permission.
Frank puts his hands on his hips, looking down at the sweet, innocent girl cowering on the toilet seat for him and utters his final request, “You can only pee if you make me cum.”
Mel’s eyes widen, processing what she’s been told, then immediately gets to work. She brings her right hand to her mouth and spits. She runs her hand over his bright pink head, mixing her saliva with his arousal, dragging it down his shaft. They both moan out, admiring how small her hand looks over his thick cock. She’s gentle, but efficient, joining in with her other hand at the base of his dick.
Frank’s tongue goes between his teeth, sharply inhaling, “Yeah, baby. Just like that.” He leans his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He relishes in her soft palms, groaning, “Make daddy cum.”
She jerks him off at a steady pace, tugging on him with both hands. She squeezes her thighs on the toilet, careful not to release too early.
Frank jaw unhinges, swearing loudly at each pass of Mel’s warm, slick hands. She rounds his head with one hand, increasing his sensitivity as the other works his shaft. His release builds in his lower back, starting to thrust his hips forward, fucking her closed palms.
He stutters, “M’close.”
Mel's belly hurts, her piss threatening to explode right out of her. She encourages Frank, “Please, daddy. I need it," opening her mouth beneath him, guiding his dick right towards her.
Frank looks down, straight into her round, glossy eyes, glimmering with purity. When she sticks out her tongue, it sends him over the edge, his hips buckling in her grip, spurting his cum all over her beautiful face. He covers her delicate features with white strands, landing all over Mel’s closed eyes and open mouth.
The moment the salty remains touch Mel’s tongue the liquid shifts in her belly. She doubles over on the toilet, unbothered by the cum burning her eyes and the unfamiliar taste in her mouth. She exhales, moaning out from her own sweet release. The sounds of her heavy stream hitting the water fills up the bathroom, echoing in the toilet bowl.
Frank, still catching his breath from his orgasm, continues running his hand over his softening cock as he watches Mel’s body relax on the toilet. She leans back, her belly slowly deflating like a balloon, her bush slightly peaking out between her legs. Her piss seems endless, ruthlessly splashing into the bowl.
“You did good, kid.”
Mel grins, her eyes lighting up from praise. The bathroom quiets as her stream slows down, sending a fierce chill up through her spine. She starts shivering as her temples pound, collapsing back against the toilet seat, light-headed.
Frank just smiles, ripping away some toilet paper and hands it to Mel. She wipes herself clean, tossing it in the bowl and flushes. She pulls her dirty underwear completely off, throwing it in his hamper.
He guides her to the sink, washing both of their hands at once. Frank takes a hand towel, running it under the water and bringing it up to her face. “Close your eyes.”
Mel obeys, humming as he drags the rough towel over her eyelids and across her cheeks and chin, wiping off his remains. She feels relieved and safe, taken care of in the way she's always wanted to be.