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Dominique
This story is based on the movie Chloe, which was itself based on the French film Nathalie. Suprisingly, the French original was far tamer than the English language remake; there wasn't even any nudity! Anyway, to me, both versions had dissapointing endings--the French one ended ambiguously, while the English language version ended with a pointless suicide--so I decided to make my own ending.
Since this story is based more on Chloe than Nathalie, the lead characters resemble the stars of that movie, Amanda Seyfried(who is currently starring in the movie Red Riding Hood) and Julianne Moore.
Story contains: lesbianism, panty pooping/pissing, scat.
Dominique
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Based on the movies Chloe and Nathalie
Doctor Charlotte "Carly" Denton sighed as she entered the mid-town Manhattan medical office where she practiced gynecology. Another day elbow deep in other women's pussies, she smirked.
Carly's assistant, Arnette Salazada, met her in the lobby."Hey, Doc!" the brunette beauty beamed.
"Hey, Arnie." Carly replied with half a smile.
"The lobby is packed, Doctor D! Your 9:00 is Starletta Washington, the girl with the constant arousal syndrome. After that, you have Suzette Conrad--vaginal inflammation. Next is Mariane Chilton--excessive menstrual bleeding and pain. Next up is Tyrene Parker--yeast infect-"
"Give me a minute or two before you send in the first one, OK, Arnie?" Carly didn't wait for an answer--she went into the private office where she conducted exams and shut the door. Straightaway, she went to the large window behind her desk and had a smoke She saw a ghostly reflection of her weary face in the glass; she had not slept well the previous night. Anyone else might say that the image on the window pane was of a beautiful redhead with sparkling green eyes; all Carly could see were the "bags" under her eyes, the frown lines and wrinkles, sallow cheeks, and gray hairs. "I'm getting old," she sighed. It galled her that she would have to spend the morning treating girls barely out of high school, the type of women that drove her husband Arthur wild. Arthur Denton was a world class flirt; he hit on women half his age right in front of her! Arthur taught at a local university; the girls fawned on him and doted on every syllable that fell from his lips. In a word, they adored him. Carly was certain that Arthur was cheating on her with one--or several!--of his students; he was always getting home late, and his excuses(taking one of "his girls" home or giving one on one tutoring, among others) did little to allay her suspicions.
Carly was still absorbed in her reflection--wondering if a face lift and breast enhancement surgery would rein in her husband's roving eyes--when movement on the street below caught her attention. A beautiful blonde woman in a dark gray fur coat entered the expensive Windmore hotel across from Carly's building: she was alone at the moment, but she could often be seen in the company of several different men. Carly watched the girl's daily procession with interest, longing for the days when men looked at her the way the blonde girl's variegated lovers looked at her.
"Ho."
Carly jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. It was Arnie. "E-excuse me?" she asked.
"That blonde down there," Arnie replied, her manicured nails pointing at the girl's vanishing figure. "Pretty sure she's a call-girl."
"Y-you think so?" Carly grinned.
"Yup!" Arnette chuckled. "I hear she rents out the penthouse suite of the Windmore for her business transactions, if you know what I mean."
A jolt of electricity shot down Carly's spine. The thought of that gorgeous blonde holding court in the Windmore like some ancient courtesan thrilled her to no end!
"You ok, Doc?" Arnette noticed Carly's obvious arousal--the flushed cheeks, the cold sweat-- and misread it as an illness.
"I'm fine, Arnie." Carly sat behind her desk and looked over her files. "Send in the first patient."
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This is silly. I shouldn't be doing this. Carly took a deep breath and entered the lobby of the Windmore hotel. When she'd gotten off work the previous evening, she saw the beautiful blonde woman enter the hotel with a gentleman on her arm, a man Carly recognized as Chuck Haze, an actor with a well known apetite for high priced call-girls. The blonde briefly made eye contact with Carly, smiling at her over her shoulder and mouthing the word "Hi." Carly meekly waved and got into her car. She arrived to an empty home, Mr. Denton presumably busy "tutoring" one of his students. He got in late, stinking of liquor and cheap perfume. After she exiled her husband to the living room sofa, an idea occured to Carly, which is how she found herself sat at the bar of the Windmore hotel the following evening. This is insane, she thought. I shouldn't--
"Are you looking for me?" Carly fairly jumped out of her skin as the blonde she'd been leering at for days sat down next to her! She was wearing a strapless red dress, pearls, and white heels. "I'll have what she's having, Gus." This was addressed to the rotund bartender, naturally. She then turned to Carly, brushing the silky golden tresses from her face. "I asked you a question, Red."
"Y-yes, I wanted to see you," Carly stammered. "I have a proposition for you.."
"Shhh. Not here." the blonde cautioned as Gus sat a glass of Chardonnay in front of her.
"There ya go, Dominique." The bartender said. Dominique took a sip and left the bar: Carly paid for her drink and followed her to an isolated table in the back of the lobby.
"I know you." Dominique purred. "Doctor Carly Denton, right? Your office is across the street. You've been spying on me."
"I-I haven't--!" Carly blushed.
"It's ok!" Dominique said with a beguiling smile. "You want to hire me, right?"
"Yes." Carly poured herself another drink and downed it in one go.
"Don't be nervous, sweetie--I don't bite!" the blonde smiled. "You know, I usually don't get requests for...my services from women, unless it's a couples thing." Dominique finished her drink. "Can you order me another?"
"Of Course." Carly motioned to Gus for a refill. "You're mistaken, Dominique. I'm...hiring you for my husband."
"Ah." Dominique caught Gus by the arm as he filled her glass. "Leave the bottle."
When the bartender left, Carly cleared her throat and ran through the speech she'd rehearsed in her head thousands of times since last night. "This is going to sound odd, but--I think my husband is cheating on me. What I want you to do is--meet up with him. There's this resturant that he has lunch at every afternoon, The Paradise Inn. I want you to go there, and strike up a conversation with him, but don't do anything else. Let him make the first move."
"That IS an odd request, Doctor Denton!" Dominique sipped her drink. "I don't come cheap, you know."
"Money's no object." Carly pulled an envelope from her purse.
"Put that away!" Dominique hissed. "Not here!" she exhaled before she went on. "What do you want me to do if he comes on to me?"
"Let him," Carly replied. "Come see me at my office when it's done and tell me everything that happened. Will you do this for me?"
"Sure." Dominique stood up. "How do I get in contact with you?"
"Here." The redheaded doctor wrote down her cell phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to Dominique, who stuffed it down her bra.
"I'll be in touch." Dominique puckered her lips and blew Carly a kiss before she left.
The following afternoon, Carly received a call from Dominique, who told her that she'd made "first contact." She arrived at the office seconds later, wearing a white tank top and jeans with a black leather jacket. Her luxuriant golden locks werebound in a ponytail. Carly's heart broke into a wild gallop as she ushered the girl into her private office. She sat on the edge of ther desk while Dominique sat in a plastic chair in front of it. "What happened?" she asked.
"Well," Dominique began, "I had to wait a bit for him to arrive. When he showed up, I waited for a bit and then I went over to him and asked to borrow the sugar at his table. He handed it to me and told me how beautiful I was. I thanked him and went back to my table. After a few minutes, he came over to me and asked was I eating alone. When I told him that I was, he asked if he could join me, and I let him. We just...talked for awhile. When we'd finished eating, he asked for my number and told me that he wants to see me again."
Carly shuddered throughout the tale. "That's all? He didn't...do anything?"
"He kissed me on the cheek," Dominique admitted. "But that was it."
"I want you to see him again," Carly breathlessly replied. She took out the envelope stuffed with money and handed it to Dominique. "Count it; it's all there."
"I trust you," Dominique said as she put the envelope in her handbag. "So, far do you want me to go with him?"
"As far as possible," Carly decisively stated. "However, I don't want you to initiate anything--let him make the first move."
"Whatever you want, doc." Dominique replied.
Carly looked accusatorily at Arthur when he got home that evening. He looked like the wide-eyed innocent as always, but she knew better.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked over dinner.
"Let's see; you're never home, we haven't had sex in ages, you spend all your time texting, IM-ing, and talking to god knows who all night long!"Carly raged.
"I'm only going over lesson plans with my students!" Arthur protested.
"All of whom happen to be female!" Carly countered.
"You don't know that!" Arthur shouted just as his cell phone rang. "I have to take this."
"Who is it, another one of your whores?" Carly screeched.
"You're being ridiculous." Arthur calmly replied as he left the dining room.
Carly wondered if it was Dominique calling. She was half tempted to follow him and listen in on the conversation, but she knew that she would soon have all the proof she needed of Arthurs infidelity.
A few days later, Dominique turned up at Carly's office with her latest report. Although she was dressed casually, the blonde still looked radiant. "Last night, we met in a movie theatre, somewhere no-one he knew would see us." she smiled. "It's been awhile since I was on an actual date, you know? It's usually just all about the sex. We held hands the entire time. When the lights went down and the film started, he kissed me. I could feel how aroused he was as he leaned over me. He pulled out his penis and put my hand on it. He guided me in wanking him, and then he asked me to blow him, which I did. After a few minutes, he came in my mouth."
Carly leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply and lighting a cigarette. Her hand trembled violently as she put it to her lips. "Fuck."
"I'm sorry," Dominique soothingly whispered. She stroked the doctor's hair as she spoke, an action which sent tiny thrills of pleasure throughout the red-headed doctor's entire body. "Is that enough?" Dominique asked. "Should I stop seeing him now?"
"No." Carly stood shakily; Dominique helped her to her feet. "I want to see just how far he's willing to go. I want you to get a complete HIV-STD screening, do you understand me?"
"Of course!" Dominique beamed. "Just so you know, I get my blood work done every thirty days--I'll get it to you ASAP.'"
When she had shown the blonde out, Carly told Arnette to hold all of her clients for thirty minutes. She locked the door, finished her cigarette, shut her eyes, and stroked her womanhood until she had several violent orgasms.
[Story continues below]
Since this story is based more on Chloe than Nathalie, the lead characters resemble the stars of that movie, Amanda Seyfried(who is currently starring in the movie Red Riding Hood) and Julianne Moore.
Story contains: lesbianism, panty pooping/pissing, scat.
Dominique
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Based on the movies Chloe and Nathalie
Doctor Charlotte "Carly" Denton sighed as she entered the mid-town Manhattan medical office where she practiced gynecology. Another day elbow deep in other women's pussies, she smirked.
Carly's assistant, Arnette Salazada, met her in the lobby."Hey, Doc!" the brunette beauty beamed.
"Hey, Arnie." Carly replied with half a smile.
"The lobby is packed, Doctor D! Your 9:00 is Starletta Washington, the girl with the constant arousal syndrome. After that, you have Suzette Conrad--vaginal inflammation. Next is Mariane Chilton--excessive menstrual bleeding and pain. Next up is Tyrene Parker--yeast infect-"
"Give me a minute or two before you send in the first one, OK, Arnie?" Carly didn't wait for an answer--she went into the private office where she conducted exams and shut the door. Straightaway, she went to the large window behind her desk and had a smoke She saw a ghostly reflection of her weary face in the glass; she had not slept well the previous night. Anyone else might say that the image on the window pane was of a beautiful redhead with sparkling green eyes; all Carly could see were the "bags" under her eyes, the frown lines and wrinkles, sallow cheeks, and gray hairs. "I'm getting old," she sighed. It galled her that she would have to spend the morning treating girls barely out of high school, the type of women that drove her husband Arthur wild. Arthur Denton was a world class flirt; he hit on women half his age right in front of her! Arthur taught at a local university; the girls fawned on him and doted on every syllable that fell from his lips. In a word, they adored him. Carly was certain that Arthur was cheating on her with one--or several!--of his students; he was always getting home late, and his excuses(taking one of "his girls" home or giving one on one tutoring, among others) did little to allay her suspicions.
Carly was still absorbed in her reflection--wondering if a face lift and breast enhancement surgery would rein in her husband's roving eyes--when movement on the street below caught her attention. A beautiful blonde woman in a dark gray fur coat entered the expensive Windmore hotel across from Carly's building: she was alone at the moment, but she could often be seen in the company of several different men. Carly watched the girl's daily procession with interest, longing for the days when men looked at her the way the blonde girl's variegated lovers looked at her.
"Ho."
Carly jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. It was Arnie. "E-excuse me?" she asked.
"That blonde down there," Arnie replied, her manicured nails pointing at the girl's vanishing figure. "Pretty sure she's a call-girl."
"Y-you think so?" Carly grinned.
"Yup!" Arnette chuckled. "I hear she rents out the penthouse suite of the Windmore for her business transactions, if you know what I mean."
A jolt of electricity shot down Carly's spine. The thought of that gorgeous blonde holding court in the Windmore like some ancient courtesan thrilled her to no end!
"You ok, Doc?" Arnette noticed Carly's obvious arousal--the flushed cheeks, the cold sweat-- and misread it as an illness.
"I'm fine, Arnie." Carly sat behind her desk and looked over her files. "Send in the first patient."
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This is silly. I shouldn't be doing this. Carly took a deep breath and entered the lobby of the Windmore hotel. When she'd gotten off work the previous evening, she saw the beautiful blonde woman enter the hotel with a gentleman on her arm, a man Carly recognized as Chuck Haze, an actor with a well known apetite for high priced call-girls. The blonde briefly made eye contact with Carly, smiling at her over her shoulder and mouthing the word "Hi." Carly meekly waved and got into her car. She arrived to an empty home, Mr. Denton presumably busy "tutoring" one of his students. He got in late, stinking of liquor and cheap perfume. After she exiled her husband to the living room sofa, an idea occured to Carly, which is how she found herself sat at the bar of the Windmore hotel the following evening. This is insane, she thought. I shouldn't--
"Are you looking for me?" Carly fairly jumped out of her skin as the blonde she'd been leering at for days sat down next to her! She was wearing a strapless red dress, pearls, and white heels. "I'll have what she's having, Gus." This was addressed to the rotund bartender, naturally. She then turned to Carly, brushing the silky golden tresses from her face. "I asked you a question, Red."
"Y-yes, I wanted to see you," Carly stammered. "I have a proposition for you.."
"Shhh. Not here." the blonde cautioned as Gus sat a glass of Chardonnay in front of her.
"There ya go, Dominique." The bartender said. Dominique took a sip and left the bar: Carly paid for her drink and followed her to an isolated table in the back of the lobby.
"I know you." Dominique purred. "Doctor Carly Denton, right? Your office is across the street. You've been spying on me."
"I-I haven't--!" Carly blushed.
"It's ok!" Dominique said with a beguiling smile. "You want to hire me, right?"
"Yes." Carly poured herself another drink and downed it in one go.
"Don't be nervous, sweetie--I don't bite!" the blonde smiled. "You know, I usually don't get requests for...my services from women, unless it's a couples thing." Dominique finished her drink. "Can you order me another?"
"Of Course." Carly motioned to Gus for a refill. "You're mistaken, Dominique. I'm...hiring you for my husband."
"Ah." Dominique caught Gus by the arm as he filled her glass. "Leave the bottle."
When the bartender left, Carly cleared her throat and ran through the speech she'd rehearsed in her head thousands of times since last night. "This is going to sound odd, but--I think my husband is cheating on me. What I want you to do is--meet up with him. There's this resturant that he has lunch at every afternoon, The Paradise Inn. I want you to go there, and strike up a conversation with him, but don't do anything else. Let him make the first move."
"That IS an odd request, Doctor Denton!" Dominique sipped her drink. "I don't come cheap, you know."
"Money's no object." Carly pulled an envelope from her purse.
"Put that away!" Dominique hissed. "Not here!" she exhaled before she went on. "What do you want me to do if he comes on to me?"
"Let him," Carly replied. "Come see me at my office when it's done and tell me everything that happened. Will you do this for me?"
"Sure." Dominique stood up. "How do I get in contact with you?"
"Here." The redheaded doctor wrote down her cell phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to Dominique, who stuffed it down her bra.
"I'll be in touch." Dominique puckered her lips and blew Carly a kiss before she left.
The following afternoon, Carly received a call from Dominique, who told her that she'd made "first contact." She arrived at the office seconds later, wearing a white tank top and jeans with a black leather jacket. Her luxuriant golden locks werebound in a ponytail. Carly's heart broke into a wild gallop as she ushered the girl into her private office. She sat on the edge of ther desk while Dominique sat in a plastic chair in front of it. "What happened?" she asked.
"Well," Dominique began, "I had to wait a bit for him to arrive. When he showed up, I waited for a bit and then I went over to him and asked to borrow the sugar at his table. He handed it to me and told me how beautiful I was. I thanked him and went back to my table. After a few minutes, he came over to me and asked was I eating alone. When I told him that I was, he asked if he could join me, and I let him. We just...talked for awhile. When we'd finished eating, he asked for my number and told me that he wants to see me again."
Carly shuddered throughout the tale. "That's all? He didn't...do anything?"
"He kissed me on the cheek," Dominique admitted. "But that was it."
"I want you to see him again," Carly breathlessly replied. She took out the envelope stuffed with money and handed it to Dominique. "Count it; it's all there."
"I trust you," Dominique said as she put the envelope in her handbag. "So, far do you want me to go with him?"
"As far as possible," Carly decisively stated. "However, I don't want you to initiate anything--let him make the first move."
"Whatever you want, doc." Dominique replied.
Carly looked accusatorily at Arthur when he got home that evening. He looked like the wide-eyed innocent as always, but she knew better.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked over dinner.
"Let's see; you're never home, we haven't had sex in ages, you spend all your time texting, IM-ing, and talking to god knows who all night long!"Carly raged.
"I'm only going over lesson plans with my students!" Arthur protested.
"All of whom happen to be female!" Carly countered.
"You don't know that!" Arthur shouted just as his cell phone rang. "I have to take this."
"Who is it, another one of your whores?" Carly screeched.
"You're being ridiculous." Arthur calmly replied as he left the dining room.
Carly wondered if it was Dominique calling. She was half tempted to follow him and listen in on the conversation, but she knew that she would soon have all the proof she needed of Arthurs infidelity.
A few days later, Dominique turned up at Carly's office with her latest report. Although she was dressed casually, the blonde still looked radiant. "Last night, we met in a movie theatre, somewhere no-one he knew would see us." she smiled. "It's been awhile since I was on an actual date, you know? It's usually just all about the sex. We held hands the entire time. When the lights went down and the film started, he kissed me. I could feel how aroused he was as he leaned over me. He pulled out his penis and put my hand on it. He guided me in wanking him, and then he asked me to blow him, which I did. After a few minutes, he came in my mouth."
Carly leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply and lighting a cigarette. Her hand trembled violently as she put it to her lips. "Fuck."
"I'm sorry," Dominique soothingly whispered. She stroked the doctor's hair as she spoke, an action which sent tiny thrills of pleasure throughout the red-headed doctor's entire body. "Is that enough?" Dominique asked. "Should I stop seeing him now?"
"No." Carly stood shakily; Dominique helped her to her feet. "I want to see just how far he's willing to go. I want you to get a complete HIV-STD screening, do you understand me?"
"Of course!" Dominique beamed. "Just so you know, I get my blood work done every thirty days--I'll get it to you ASAP.'"
When she had shown the blonde out, Carly told Arnette to hold all of her clients for thirty minutes. She locked the door, finished her cigarette, shut her eyes, and stroked her womanhood until she had several violent orgasms.
[Story continues below]
Very erotic.
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