Luxury Clinic Doctor

By Louis Patrick

After a car accident leaves her injured and traumatized, Nicolette seeks comfort in the arms of Dr. Jules Benoit, a handsome and charismatic doctor at the luxury clinic where she's receiving treatment.

As Nicolette and Jules grow closer, their relationship becomes increasingly intimate, blurring the lines between professional and personal. But when Nicolette's friend Carole arrives at the clinic and begins to suspect that something more than medical treatment is going on, the three of them find themselves caught up in dangerous secrets.

As the clinic becomes a hotbed of romance and scandalous behavior, Nicolette and Jules must navigate their way through a maze of temptation and risking everything to be together. 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louis Patrick
• Release date: May 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215539491

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Luxury Clinic Doctor

Luxury Clinic Doctor

Author: Louis Patrick

Luxury Clinic Doctor

Aaahhh!

The outcry so startled Nicolette that she briefly jerked the star. The car swerved grotesquely, two wheels caught on the sandy shoulders, but before it could swerve Nicolette got it under control and back on the road.

Are you crazy? she yelled at her friend.

Sorry. Embarrassed, Carole looked down at her knotted fingers. But the landscape is so beautiful.

Sorry, sorry, Nicolette mimicked, but you don't have to scare me to death.

But then she patted Carole's thigh. She was sensitive. Especially lately she was particularly thin-skinned and started to cry over every little thing. A deeply depressed Carole, who would sniffle for the rest of the drive, was harder to take than an hour of dental work without anesthesia.

What was really going on? Nicolette wanted to know to distract Carole from her gloomy thoughts.

Carole stopped sulking and excitedly pointed out the window. Just look at the beautiful scenery! She leaned forward to look through the windshield. Look, fields of lavender!

Maybe. Nicolette glanced to the side. Indeed, lavender fields. Carole was right, the scenery was beautiful. Hey, look over there, that could be the lock.

Carole leaned forward so that her nose almost touched the windshield. Rolling hills and high mountains covered with clusters of dark green trees rose from the meadows.

On a long chain of hills on the horizon you could see the silhouette of an ancient building, which turned out to be a castle when you got closer. The yellow facade shone in the light of the summer sun.

Oh, that would be nice. Carole's eyes became longing. I would feel good there.

Nicolette couldn't help but sigh. A stay in such a feudal castle surely cost a fortune. What would the clinic look like in comparison? Gerard didn't ask himself such questions, and he didn't really care how or where his wife was housed . He just wanted to spend as little as possible and get a horny wife back who he could fuck three times a day.

The passive, shy Carole would have laid on her back five times a day for him. Unfortunately, however, she had told him, naive as she was, that she was counting the flies on the bedroom ceiling while he was shagging her. That had hurt Gerard's self-esteem so badly he couldn't get it up. So Carole had to go to therapy, and when she returned with medically guaranteed orgasmic ability, Gerard would regain that old manhood he was once so proud of.

With what right, Nicolette was still incomprehensible today. The fuck she'd indulged in out of curiosity a year ago with Gerard was the worst she'd ever experienced and by Aphrodite, she'd had quite a few. But Gerard had shot the bird. After the night with him she had never felt the desire to open her wet pussy to his cock again.

Carole, on the other hand, loved him, kissed the ground he walked on and loved everything he said or did. And, of course, she was adamant that it was her fault that she never had an orgasm and she felt terribly guilty that she had practically emasculated her husband.

So when he suggested she go to the Clinic for Fran Disorders of Sex and Orgasms, she immediately agreed. Out of sheer eagerness to please him, she had even forgotten to find out about the type of therapy, the clinic, or other important details.

It had been Nicolette who had made inquiries via the Internet. However, the clinic revealed very little and there were hardly any testimonials from former patients. That's why she decided to accompany her friend so that she could help if this ominous clinic turned out to be a den of thieves.

As a guest, she was free to take part in the therapy sessions. When asked what kind of therapy sessions were, she hadn't received a definitive answer despite persistent inquiries, which made her even more suspicious.

The sign for the exit appeared. Nicolette slowed down and left the Autobahn. After that, it first went through a picture-perfect small town , then she had to follow a country road for a few kilometers before finally turning onto a paved dirt road that meandered uphill through meadows and lavender fields.

The route became more and more winding and steeper. Then came a small piece of forest and another turn-off that led uphill so steeply that Nicolette had to shift down into second gear.

Suddenly the forest gave way and they saw the facade of the castle castle glowing in front of them. It was a magnificent building, with two tall towers and large arched windows reflecting the evening sun.

A high mar and a large wrought-iron gate repelled intruders. As Nicolette approached it, the wings opened as if by magic, allowing Nicolette to drive unhindered into the gravel castle courtyard.

Even before she had turned the key in the ignition, two servants in perfectly fitting dark suits emerged from the imposing portal, rushed down the wide staircase and flung open the car doors.

Insane! Carole exclaimed.

Nicolette eyed the men suspiciously, but couldn't see anything suspicious about them. On the contrary, the two were real sweethearts. Tall, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. Exactly the type of man Nicolette preferred.

In the hall they were met by a young woman in a nurse's uniform, who led them up the stairs to their rooms. The large, luxuriously furnished room literally took Nicolette's breath away.

Incredible! exclaimed Carole, who lived in the room next to Nicolette's. The two rooms were connected by a door that stood wide open. That's paradise.

Our patients should feel comfortable with us, said the nurse. You'll probably want to rest from the drive and freshen up a bit. In half an hour I'll pick you up for the first consultation with docteur Jules Benoit.

Thank you, Nicolette heard Carole say, and the nurse appeared in her room immediately afterwards.

If you like, I would like to quickly show you the most important facilities in our house.

Actually , Nicolette had planned to unpack her suitcase, but she was far too curious about the house to want to wait.

By the way, I'm Sister Agnes, the young woman introduced herself as she led Nicolette down a hallway with several doors leading off to the right and left. You are welcome to contact me with any questions.

Thank you, very kind of you. As they walked past the doors, Nicolette casually eyed her companion.

She was twenty-five at the most and super built. Her breasts almost threatened to burst the smock, her long slender legs were emphasized by high strappy sandals that adorned her small feet.

We are in the living quarters, Sister Agnes continued. Behind the doors are our patients' bedrooms.

They reached the stairs, descended to the ground floor and entered the hall.

This is our dining room. Agnes pushed open a door and gave Nicolette a view of a large, tastefully furnished room that looked more like the dining room of an elegant restaurant than the dining room of a clinic. And here... Agnes turned and walked towards a door on the opposite side, is our library with the conservatory.

Nicolette nodded admiringly at the hall-like space with French doors and floor-to-ceiling shelves. In the middle stood comfortable armchairs like islands, each with a small table and a standard lamp. Upon closer inspection, Nicolette realized that the books were all erotic literature.

The conservatory was also pompously furnished with tropical plants and rattan furniture. A fountain splashed in one corner, it consisted of a shell-shaped basin from the center of which rose an entwined couple.

Nicolette didn't have much time to change because Agnes was already preparing to leave the room. They went down a flight of stairs. A moment later, Nicolette found herself in a luxurious bathing area that had everything one could ask for: a huge swimming pool, three whirlpools, saunas, massage rooms and extremely comfortable-looking loungers.

The southern wall consisted of a huge window front which, when the weather was nice, could be sunk into the ground in order to access the large sunbathing lawn, on which there were also loungers.

During the tour, Nicolette found out that the entire basement floor and the ground floor were used as common rooms . The patient rooms were spread over three floors in the left wing, the practice and therapy rooms on the right, and the apartments for doctors and therapists were in the two towers.

There was also a huge, beautifully landscaped park with cozy arcades, intimate seating, another pool and vine-covered tea houses, but Nicolette didn't want to go to that now.

I have to pick up Madame Delors now, Sister Agnes apologized when they got back to the first floor. But if you'd like, you're more than welcome to take a look at our therapy rooms. You are also welcome to take part in our therapy and exercise sessions. You are free to do whatever you want. We are a very free, open house.

With that, Agnes walked away, leaving Nicolette to her own devices.

*

dr Jules Benoit eyed his new patient carefully. She was exactly the type of woman that makes men immediately think of sex: long blonde hair, medium height, delicately built with small firm breasts that she hid under a thin blouse, slender legs and a cute little girl's face dominated by innocent blue eyes .

Her heart-shaped mouth was momentarily pursed with effort, her normally full lips forming an almost straight line. She was nervous to the tips of her fingers, you could tell. As she sat down in front of his desk, he opened the patient chart and pretended to read it to give her time to gather herself and relax a bit.

With this job he had found his vocation as a psychologist because it corresponded to his busy sex life. For a long time he had renounced a stable relationship in order to be able to devote himself entirely to his job in his private life without having to risk annoying scenes of jealousy. The clinic gave him a free hand, approving his methods because they had a high success rate. He had even been sublet in an apartment in this house, so that he could better carry out his constant on-call duty.

The young woman had been registered by her husband. Jules appreciated that he was one of those guys who liked to be in charge but lacked the charisma and emotional power to really be the boss. A small employee, perhaps, who cuddles in the office and plays the ruler at home.

Carole, on the other hand, was the perfect housewife and good wife at first glance. But that was just a facade she'd probably put up because of her upbringing. Jules was curious to see which woman would appear behind it during therapy. So far, almost all of the patients have finally shed their old selves and left his clinic as completely different personalities.

It was time to open up the young lady a bit. He began the usual doctor-patient conversation until he noticed Carole relax. Now he could begin the first stage of his investigations.

How many times a week do you and your husband have sex?

Carole blushed to the tips of her hair. We used to do it every day, she whispered.

Jules could well imagine that. After all, Carole was a sweet treat, the sight of which triggered the first activities in his pants.

And today? he asked when Carole didn't continue.

Not at all today. Her voice was so quiet that Jules could barely hear her. We... Carole cleared her throat. We... my husband... She broke off helplessly.

Do you object to the act? Jules inquired.

Carole shook her head. No, my husband. She took a deep breath. Since he knows I don't feel anything, he doesn't want to sleep with me anymore.

Are you not having an orgasm or getting aroused at all?

The blush on Carole's cheeks began to glow. Both.

Jules made a few notes, then stood up and pointed to a door. I'd like to examine you. If you would like to undress in the cabin, please? I'll pick you up right away.

Carole ducked into the cabin, head down. Jules sat back down behind his desk and stroked his cock, which was pressing hard against his pants.

Soon my boy, soon you'll have your fun. The little one is a horny slut who we're going to leisurely teach her what she enjoys .

Adjusting his tail so it wouldn't show too clearly under the long linen gown, Jules rushed into the exam room and called Carole over.

She was naked as he had ordered. Her body was narrow, with