Free Doctor's Orders by Daniella Divine Page B

to his desk – just four comfortable chairs
and a low table. The pretty brunette arrived with the coffee a
moment later, and I couldn’t help wondering if Brad had had sex
with her. From the way she looked at him, I bet she would have been
up for it. But she would probably have to join the queue with
everyone else. Including me. I wondered about the possibility of a
threesome…me, her and Brad…right there in his expensive office.
After all, she had a cute ass that I wouldn’t mind checking out
more closely. I liked the idea, but I kept it to myself. When she
had gone, I thanked Brad for the roses, and he accepted my thanks
graciously, but then it was straight down to business.
    ‘I read the first draft of the articles that you
sent this morning,’ he said. ‘We have some great material to work
with in there. I suggest that I add my comments as a professional
advisor, then we can put together a really useful and informative
package of material.’
    ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘What did you make of Thomasin and
Ellen? Would you say they qualify as sex addicts?’
    ‘Good question…and one that is hard to answer. There
is a fine line between what is normal and what is not normal in
terms of sexual behavior. In fact, you can question whether the
word ‘normal’ applies at all. If the person in question is
comfortable with their behavior, then who are we to call them
addicts? I certainly wouldn’t call either of these two extreme in
their lifestyle choice.’
    Then I had an idea, and I knew it was a bad one
before I had even opened my mouth. But my mouth has a mind of its
own, and I heard the words coming out anyway.
    ‘As I told you before, I have a friend – or rather a
friend of a friend – who might well qualify in the extreme
department. She just loves sex, and gets as much of it as she can.
She puts these two in the shade. She won’t want to be involved in
this article, but I am sure you would find her interesting. We
could tell her story.’
    I’m sure you’ve worked out that there wasn’t any
such friend – I was talking about myself. But of course, I didn’t
want Brad to know that. He looked at me quizzically. ‘I see. So how
does she behave – what do you call extreme, exactly?’
    ‘Well, for example, she told me that one night, she
picked up two English rugby players in a bar, took them home and
had sex with both of them. And it’s not the first time she has done
something like that. I guess you might call her a man eater.’
    ‘Interesting.’ Brad leaned back in his chair and
took a sip of coffee. ‘She is probably seeking validation.’
    Validation? No, I was just seeking dick. Where did
validation come into it?
    ‘And she finds this kind of casual sex
satisfying?’
    ‘She certainly isn’t complaining,’ I said, ‘She just
wants to make the most of life while she is still young. She says
that life is too short to get stuck with just one guy, and you
should have fun with as many of the fish in the sea as you
can.’
    ‘Does she practice safe sex?’
    ‘Always,’ I said, telling the truth for once. I may
not have mentioned it before, but I always ensure that my gifts are
wrapped before I start enjoying them, if you get my drift. I want
to have fun, but I want to stay healthy, too.
    ‘That’s the important thing. There is nothing wrong
with enjoying a little variety in life, as long as you take the
right precautions. The question is, is she happy with her
life?’
    Brad had pressed a hot button. I tensed up inside,
and tried not to blush. The last thing I wanted was to give the
game away and reveal who my ‘friend’ really was. But was I happy?
Or was I missing out on what life really had to offer? A real,
loving relationship with one man? The prospect of being tied to one
person for ever had always scared me…but now it was becoming more
attractive. None of the guys I had humped in a hurry had ever sent
me a bunch of red roses. Maybe there were more roses where they
came from. I