Dr. Parker

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Jill woke up, confused by the sounds she was hearing. Searching through her foggy mind, she realized it was the sounds of waves crashing on a beach. This confused her further. While she lived in San Francisco, she was nowhere near the ocean. She felt a warm breeze, light and fragrant

She raised up, holding the covers to her chest, it had registered she was naked. She heard a small sigh, and realized she wasn't alone in the bed. Looking over, she saw a well muscled, broad back and tousled blond hair, so fine it looked platinum. She let out a small squeak, and the man turned.

Mike Hogue!

She felt a few seconds of pure terror.

He grinned at her.

"Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?"

She leaped off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her.

"What happened? Where are we? What have you done?"

He was naked also, and her eyes involuntarily went to his crotch. He was sporting his morning wood, and it was impressive.

"I guess Mrs. Madison wasn't kidding." flitted through her brain.

"Done? We haven't done anything, you went right to sleep when we arrived. Breakfast?"

He got up, his morning erection noticeable, even though she tried not to look.

"Come on Jilly, you need a shower."

He reached out for her and she shrank back against the wall. A frown creased his face.

"Come on, don't be difficult. I do not like difficult people."

"Help!" she screamed, trying to run. He easily caught her arm and held her up against the wall.

"Jilly, I'm trying to make this pleasant. If you insist, I can make it very unpleasant. Now when I release you, I want you to walk into the bathroom and shower. Hurry up, breakfast will be served soon."

He let her go and she tried to run. When he caught her she tried to scratch his face. His demeanor changed instantly. He picked her up and threw her on the bed, ripping the sheet off her. He jumped on top of her, his six foot six frame bearing down on her five foot five. He had her on her stomach, straddling her. She felt his erection nestling between her legs.

He grabbed her arms and pinned them on her back. Leaning down he whispered "I wish you hadn't been difficult. What you're about to get is just the tip of the iceberg if you persist."

The next thing she knew his large hand crashed down on her bare ass. He spanked her ten times while she squealed and screamed. Slow measured strokes, delivered while he talked.

"When I let you loose, you WILL go into the bathroom and shower. If you don't, we repeat the whole exercise, only it'll be twenty instead of then. Resist after that, and I'll use a ping pong paddle. Do you understand?"

He had let go of her hands and had grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She snuffled and hiccuped for a few seconds. He tugged her hair forcing her head back even farther.

"Do you understand? Answer me girl!"

"Yes...I understand."

Mike patted her butt gently.

"Good. When we're done showering, I'll rub some lotion on, it'll make you feel better."

He got off the bed and held the bathroom door open. She lay there until she saw him frown, then jumped up hurriedly. The bathroom was huge. The shower could easily hold four people and not get crowded. It had six overhead sprays as well as six horizontal.

Mike had turned on two overheads, at opposite ends. He climbed in and looked back. She hesitantly got under the spray.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? I hope I got what you needed."

She checked the caddy. It was filled with the body washes, gels, shampoos and conditioners she liked. it looked a great deal like her caddy at home.

He ignored her, cleaning himself with his back to her. She showered with her back to the wall, watching his every move.

"Come over here, Jilly. Wash my back for me, please? I'll return the favor."

He soaped up his cloth and handed it to her, turning his back. She looked at the cloth for a moment before slowly rubbing it across his back, lightly. He sighed with contentment before turning around and soaping up her cloth. When he told her to turn she submitted slowly, almost trance like. He gently washed her from the top of her shoulders to the bottom of her back. He patted her bottom gently and handed her the cloth.

"There, all done. That wasn't so bad, was it? Your hairdryer is on the counter. When you're all put together meet us on the veranda. It's very nice out this morning."

He paused at the door, looking back.

"I'll lay what you will be wearing today on the bed. Make sure that is ALL you have on when you join us. Don't disappoint me, Jilly. I don't handle disappointment well."

She held the hairdryer in her hands. It was the same model she had at home, and all off the perfumes, makeup, and deodorants were her favorites.

She tried to understand what was going on. The last thing she remembered was saying good night to her assistant and walking to her car.

Jill stayed in the bathroom as long as she could. When she finally came out all she found on the bed was a tiny thong. She was dining with people dressed like this? No way!

She walked to the land side of what was apparently a house and opened the door, a vague thought of wrapping a sheet around her and running down the street looking for help. There was no street, no neighbors, just jungle crowding up to the edge of the well manicured lawn. Where the hell was she? Hearing a noise she turned quickly.

There was an Hispanic woman slightly smaller than her standing there. All she had on was a thong similar to hers.

"Come" she said, "breakfast is being served, and Mike is getting impatient. You can relax, no one will hurt you if you just listen to what he says."

She gently took her hand and led her back through the house to the veranda. She balked at the door but the woman tugged her hand, forcing her out.

There was a table covered with a large umbrella. Mike sat at the table, along with a tall blonde woman, also dressed in a thong. She knew who she was. Edie Montrose, his personal assistant. That would make the Hispanic woman Chantal, their secretary. She couldn't remember her last name.

Mike stood as she reached the table, pulling back a chair and seating her, then Chantal.

"Thank you for joining us. This is Edie and Chantal. They were nice enough to join us on this little vacation. Juice? It's just been squeezed."

She soon had a glass of juice and a cup of coffee in front her. The coffee smelled rich, delicious. She splashed a bit of fresh cream into a cup, took a sip, and for the first time since she rose, smiled. Mike smiled back.

"It's locally grown. If you like, I'll have some delivered to your office once a month. It's most addictive."

She almost relaxed, looking out over the beach to the bluest water she had ever seen. The sand was so white it looked like refined sugar. Chantal was chattering away almost child like while Edie and Mike smiled at her. The professional in her wondered what their dynamic was. She realized Mike was talking to her.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it? I thought you would like it. A few days in the sun, without distractions, will do you a lot of good."

"A few days? You can't just kidnap me like this! I have responsibilities, inquires will be made."

"Jilly, Jilly" he said with reproach in his voice, "don't worry yourself. I took care of it. Your assistant got an email from you Friday night. You've gone out of country to help a patient in crisis. You had her reschedule your other patients for the week, and gave her the the week off with pay. She was really happy. Nobody will be looking for you before next Monday. You have nine days to relax, catch some sun, eat some really great food, maybe have a drink or two."

Nine days!

"You can't do that! You can't just kidnap people and get away with it. When I get back I'll file charges. You're in a lot of trouble."

His smile sent a shiver down her back.

"Yes I can. I'm your patient. I got a team of people going through your office and home computers. When they get done I'll have a paper trail in place that will pass even the closest inspection.

You've been treating me for weeks for depression. Payments have been made, appointments are documented. There's even a profile of me in your notes. Plus all the stuff you were gathering on me is in another file. If you're investigated, conflict of interest will raise its' ugly head. How can you treat someone and gather information for someone else at the same time? You just got off probation, how long would you be able to practice if that came out?"

He paused, letting her take it in. Then he grinned.

"So you see, no one is going to report you missing. You're going to come back with a nice tan, without bruises or contusions. Photos will appear on your Facebook page showing us all together, laughing, smiling, having a hell of a time. All your friends will be so jealous you got to go to such an exotic location just to treat a patient in need."

Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Why are you doing this?"

For the first time his eyes grew cold. He seemed to get bigger if that were possible and she felt the power coming off him in waves. She shrank back into her chair.

"I didn't snoop into your life, work up a profile for someone else. How does it feel when someone messes about in your life? You and I are going to have several long talks over the next few days. I advise you to never lie to me. You wouldn't like my reaction. Remember, according to you I don't have much of a moral compass."

Just like that he was smiling again.

"But that will be a few days in the future. For now, Let's just relax."

Chantal and Edie chatted about things they were going to do today, including calling her Jilly as often as possible. In her memory, no one had ever called her Jilly before.

She started when Chantal reached over and rubbed her arm, before slipping a finger casually over her breast. Up until then Jill had forgotten she was practically naked.

"You're so pale, Jilly. We'll have to be careful. don't want you to get burned."

"You're right" chimed in Edie, "we'll have to keep you lotioned up, especially after we swim. You'll love the water, it's so warm."

Mike had excused himself to make a call. Business, he said. As soon as he would out of sight, she started begging.

"Please, please help me escape. I can get you away from him, protect you, free you from whatever hold he has on you."

They looked at her, shocked, before they both burst out laughing.

Edie hugged Chantal and gave her a kiss.

"Listen to her, baby. She thinks we're unhappy."

She turned back to Jill.

"Listen, Jilly. Mike was the best thing that ever happened to me. He took a broken down, desperate, out of shape, middle aged woman and transformed me into what I am now. How old do I look? Never mind, I'm forty six. I have a great job, travel the world, make damn good money. I have a life I never dreamed I would have, and I owe it to Mike. Chantal started out a bit rougher, but she's very happy now."

She fixed a level gaze onto her.

"Let me be clear. We would do anything, absolutely anything he tells us to do. If I think you're a threat to him, you'd disappear. Understand, we would literally kill you for him."

"Now relax. He means you no harm, if you give him what he wants, and tell him what he wants to know."

She rang a little bell, and three natives appeared to clear the breakfast dishes. Two women, very attractive, and a young man, quite handsome. All wore a knee length garment and the women were topless. It reminded Jill she was almost naked in front of strangers, and she put her arms across her breasts. Edie noticed.

"Jilly! Arms down. All women on this island go topless, it's their style of dress. You're being rude!"

Jill hesitantly dropped her arms.

Edie smiled.

"good girl. Now, lets gather our stuff and spend an hour or two on the beach, before it gets too hot."

The went down to the beach, where a portable gazebo was set up, complete with a cooler for drinks and snacks. Edie and Chantal laid out three huge, over sized towels.

Chantal fetched a bottle of lotion from the gazebo and rubbed it all over Edie. It looked like a gesture of love to Jill. Edie returned the favor, once nipping her bottom lightly and laughing at her squeal.

They looked over at Jill, seated in the gazebo.

"Come on Jilly, come out and play."

She was about to refuse when she saw the seriousness on their faces. Soon she was on her own towel.

"You need lotion, Jilly, the sun is really potent this time of day. And you're overdressed. You don't want a tan line, do you?"

For the first time it registered on her both women were totally nude. She instinctively looked at their sex, noting the smoothness, then looked down, noticing for the first time she was also hairless. When had that happened?

Chantal giggled as she tugged one side of her thong while Edie pulled the other. Soon even that tiny wisp of cloth was gone.

"Do you like it?" asked Edie as she casually brushed over her shaven mound. She felt a jolt of electricity course through her. Edie noticed and smiled.

"You should thank us, we helped you do it last night when we got here. It'll really look good tanned."

Her mouth hung open as Chantal laughed.

She lay, passive, as the women gently rubbed lotion into her skin. It was almost a massage, and she was feeling really relaxed when Chantal started rubbing lotion into her breasts.

"I'll do th...." was all she got out before Edie put her fingers to her lips. Distracted, she tasted coconut oil.

"It's our pleasure. Try to lie still."

Soon both nipples were achingly hard as Chantal rubbed and tweaked them. She almost had an orgasm when she bent down and nipped them both, swirling her tongue over them while she held on with her teeth. Jill was breathing erratically when she let go.

Edie had her turn onto her tummy.

"My turn" she said to Chantal.

She started at her feet, rubbing, massaging slowly up her legs. Jill was trembling by the time she was at the top of her thighs. She skipped her ass and went to work on the small of her back, working upwards until she was at the base of her neck. She reached down and swirled her tongue over the sensitive skin beneath her hairline, going over to nip her ear, laughing when she jumped.

"You didn't get it all" said Chantal.

Edie looked down at Jills' firm ass and grinned.

"I didn't forget, I was just saving the best until last."

Soon Jill felt the cool lotion spread over her ass, some trickling down into the crack. Edie kneaded and rolled, slipping a hand down now and then. Once Jill felt it brush her anus and tightened up, getting a small smack.

"Relax!" Edie ordered. "and spread your legs a little, you really don't want that little honey pot burned, do you?"

She widened a tiny bit, but Chantal grabbed a leg and pulled her wider.

She felt the oil trickle into her slit. It felt delightful, so sensual. Soon Edie was massaging her inner thighs, brushing back up now and then.

When her hand massaged the oil into her lips, she let out a small sigh. The fingers were light, feathery, hitting just the right spots. Jill couldn't help moving her hips a bit. When Edie slipped a finger inside and strummed her clit for a second, she nearly exploded. Before she could recover, Chantal had wedged her hand under Jill, grabbing a nipple and rolling it hard, tugging forward every few seconds.

In surprise and excitement she arched her body upwards, and Edie plunged three fingers inside her, working rapidly.

Jill was trying to tell them to stop, but all she seemed capable of doing was grunting. When Edie slipped out and pinched her clit hard, she experienced one of the biggest orgasms she could remember. She made sounds, starting out as a moan and ending up as a full shriek, her hips moving, desperately trying to get the fingers back. Edie immediately slipped back in, massaging her through an orgasm that lasted for minutes. Finally she let out a gasp and flopped down.

She collapsed, mortified. Both women kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.

"Now maybe you can relax" said Edie, as they lay down beside her in companionable silence. They lay for an hour, turning every fifteen minutes, before Edie and Chantal dragged her into the water, splashing and playing. Chantal brought snorkels, and soon they were watching the undersea denizens conduct their lives.

By now too hot to lay in the sun, the women retreated to the gazebo, enjoying the breeze the overhead fans were producing. They reapplied lotion, even indirect sun could cause a burn. There was nothing overtly sexual this time, just three girls helping each other out. Jill lay back on a chaise and was instantly asleep.

They let her sleep two hours before waking her and taking her back to the house.

"Time to clean up. Mike will be back shortly, and we need to greet him."

They showered together in the big bath, washing the residue of the sea and sun from their bodies.

Edie was slightly red, but not uncomfortable. They gave her a fresh thong that matched theirs.

"Aren't we going to dress?"

They laughed before Chantal explained.

"When we're here, this is how we dress, unless we're going out. It's completely private, the only way here is by helicopter or boat. Besides, it pleases Mike."

"Is that the most important thing in your life? Pleasing Mike?"

Without hesitation they answered in unison.

"Yes!"

Edie patted her hand.

"You'll understand by the end of the week, dear."

Jill had her dander up.

"I hope he's not trying to convert me! It won't work. I'm a strong woman, a professional with an independent mind. No one could force servitude on me. I refuse to let it happen!"

"Mike would never force you to do anything, especially submission to him. If you even have a thought like that, put it out of your mind."

"But, if you do decide to, you would have to ask him. Until then he wouldn't even consider it."

Edie finished her little speech just as they heard a helicopter approaching. She watched it land on a manicured patch of ground and saw Mike jump out. For a second she admired him. Damn, he was impressive. Then she shook herself, remembering her circumstances.

He strode across the lawn, his crisp white linen suit and broad hat made him looked colonial. He should have been born two hundred years ago, she thought. What would he have been? Businessman, explorer, bandit, pirate? Probably all four at different times.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Chantal and Edie slip to the floor, sitting back on their heels, arms down, back arched. When she finally noticed, it struck her they were waiting to be inspected.

"He'll never get me to do that" went through her mind as he opened the door.

He paused just inside the door, noticing his women. Then he looked at Jill, perched on a bar stool.

He patted each woman in turn on the head and pulled them up for a very deep kiss. They responded, molding themselves to him. When they stepped back she couldn't help but notice their hard nipples and the bulge in his pants.

He walked over and surprised Jill with a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your day, girls? Did you get Jilly to finally relax?"

Chantal giggled.

"I think so. We massaged some of the tenseness out of her, at least for a moment. She had a nice nap afterwards. Then we played in the ocean."

Jill felt her face flame red, remembering. Would they tell him? Probably.

"I appear to be overdressed. Excuse me for a moment, ladies."

She expected him to be in shorts, but he came back totally naked, his massive tool at half staff.

"Jilly isn't the only one that needs a little stress relief. My negotiations today didn't go as well as I would have liked. They'll eventually come around, it's too much money for them not to. I just wish they would shorten the process a bit."