Jock Itch

By Victoria Eastlake

For Dr. Samantha "Sam" Irving, maintaining her professionalism and calm demeanor has always been paramount. But cocky jock Cody Holmes will surely test that resolve.

With a rash on his penis, Cody popped into the student health clinic for an examination. And he provides quite a challenge to Sam's self-control.

"Jock Itch" is a 6,500+ word erotic short story, featuring masturbation, vaginal sex, and a cream pie. It is not intended for readers under 18!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Eastwood
• Release date: Oct 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310418440

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Jock Itch

Victoria Eastlake

Copyright 2014 by the author.

All characters are over the age of 18.

No part of this story may be copied or reproduced without express written permission of the author.

Jock Itch

Doctor Samantha Sam Irving could not have imagined a worse day. It was as if a curse had been put on her. First, her car’s engine had died on the way to work. Second, she had had a fight with her boyfriend (who wouldn’t pick her up on the side of the road because he was allegedly too busy). And third, when she had gotten to the clinic, she found out that her receptionist had called in sick.

Again.

This made it three times in two weeks. If only Sam could get her student loans paid off, then she could stop working at the university health clinic, open her own practice, and hire and fire whomever the hell she pleased.

But for now she needed the steady paycheck the university clinic afforded. So she had scrambled all day, wearing both hats: receptionist and doctor. It was getting toward the end of her shift and all she could think about was returning home, taking a hot bath, and going to bed. And ignoring any call from her boyfriend, Jeffrey.

Two students remained in the waiting room. One was a girl holding a tissue to her nose who had a medical record as long as Sam’s leg: cold, chest pain, leg pain, restless leg, cramps, can’t sleep, etc. Basically, bull shit maladies. A freshman, all she likely wanted was attention; and the student health clinic was the one place she found it.

The second person—a guy wearing a ball cap and shorts—came up to the counter, where Sam was frantically trying to pull up medical records.

Hey, he said, flashing her a nervous smile. "Do you think you could ask