I stopped, pausing in the lobby, waiting for Melissa to finish locking the door as we closed up for
I stopped, pausing in the lobby, waiting for Melissa to finish locking the door as we closed up for the evening. My last two patients of the day had cancelled, so this was a little earlier-than-usual Friday night; we were walking out together, the last two in the office.Jesus look at her ass in those shorts.“So what are you doing this weekend?” she asked, turning towards me, dropping her keys into her little leather purse, “Anything fun..?”“Who me?” I asked, trying to chuckle and not get caught leering. The black shorts, the tight green tee, the hourglass of her whole figure. The shapeliness of her legs accentuated by her wedge high heels. It was all a brutal challenge, to not just outright stare. “No…no plans,” I answered, “I’ll, uh…” I lost my tongue as she stepped up to me. Christ she’s tall.“You’ll what?” she asked, smiling, and then immediately setting on her way.“I’ll probably be bored,” I said, “n-nothing really going on…” I stepped after her, following in tow as she pushed on the glass door, the exit from the building, out into the parking lot. The breath of fresh air was nice; I’d felt like I’d been swimming in a somnolent miasma of women’s perfume all day, as seemingly the whole staff had decided to wear their new scent, compliments of Abby and Evolution Pharmaceuticals. “You?” I asked, catching up to her, both of us stepping onto the pavement.”Well, I’m going to gym from here,” she began, striding confidently towards her car, “then going home, changing, meeting the girls for drinks…”Struggling to keep up with her long strides, I nearly had to jog next to her. Though now outside in the crisp autumn air, I still found myself caught up in the magnetic wake of this ubiquitous perfume, like it just wafted naturally from her body. Maybe I was being silly but I’d blamed it for the near-constant erections I’d been fighting all day; it had gotten to the point where I had actually googled “treatments for priapism’ earlier.“But really haha nothing,” she continued, “Hanging out with my cat. Making soup. Probably be posting to insta too much…”gurk. Suddenly I knew how I’d be spending my next two days. Bed. Lotion. An old t-shirt.She stopped, abruptly. We’d reached her car, a late-model white beemer, and she smiled down at me, mischievously. She said nothing.“W-what?” I asked, suddenly nervous as her eyes twinkled in merriment.Immediately, my face flushed red. Jesus! What was I doing?!? I’d followed her all the way to her car?! Why did I even come out to the parking lot in the first place?? My apartment was just upstairs! I live in the building!!“Oh, uhhhh…”“You waiting for me to take you home with me?” she giggled, seeing my consternation.“No, I, uh, guess I’m just used to…going…” I stammered, “…my c-car.”She giggled at me again. “I was wondering why you were following me like a little baby duck!” she laughed.It was…it was like instinct. I’d tagged along with her as if I was a damn duckling.I took a step back“No!” she laughed, “Don’t go!” With a