They both had their clothes on now. She leaned over the desk and wrote something on a prescription pad. He was tying up his shoe. She tore the slip of paper from the pad and sealed it in an envelope, and then she scrawled a name across it.
"You are something unusual, especially in the copious amounts of semen you are able to produce," and her voice dropped a little and became more female than neuter, "And with such force!" She handed him the envelope. Her voice went official again, "I want another doctor to examine you. The results will be sent to me. I'll make you an appointment, and you just hand over this envelope. OK?" So he took the envelope and left the room and his first piece of Oriental womanhood.
CHAPTER IV
It was a few days later and he had managed to duck Miss Bloom by the simple expedient of staying home one day and by volunteering to clean laboratory test equipment the next. That way he stayed out of the halls and Miss Bloom's sight. But on the third day she caught him.
"Well, Blazer, where have you been? I need you."
"Well, uh, Miss Bloom, I can't help you out today, ma'm."
"Is that so? Why?"
"The doctor, she… eh, he put me on a diet."
"A diet!"
"I mean on a restriction."
"What kind of restriction, Blazer?"
"No sex, that's what he said, no sex."
"Well, for how long?"
"I donno. Until I see the other doctor, I guess."
"You have to see another doctor?"
"Yes'm."
"Well, I was right. There is something wrong with you!"
"I guess so."
"The doctors will straighten you out. Don't worry about a thing. By the way, have you seen Ram around?"
"No ma'm… "
"Go find him. I can never keep track of that boy. Those people are so lazy."
"What do you want him for?"
"Oh, I just have some cleaning I want him to do, but that's none of your business. You're sick and I have to have somebody to do my cleaning. Go find Ram."
Ram was hard to find, but finally one of the maids said that she thought that Ram had been called to the "office." The term "office" was a euphemism for the top six stories of one wing of the hospital devoted to the administrative and business portion of the operation of the organization. It was a Mount Olympus where Blazer hesitated to go, and it was only an overwhelming curiosity about Ram's going there that drove him on. He had never been there before. It was a new world to him. Up here there wasn't a hospital smell or sound around. There wasn't a white uniform or stethoscope in sight. The corridor stretched out before him, the floor a plush orange carpet, the walls were covered with gold-veined wallpaper, and from the ceiling, orange globes of lights hung like an orderly collection of evening suns.
And toward him came a young blond girl in a miniskirt. He thought that she might have been a messenger, a guide of some sort to show him around. But she merely smiled at him as she glided past and when he turned, finally, to watch her go, she had disappeared. There were doors lining the corridor; most were closed, but some were open. He came to an intersecting hall and it seemed to stretch beyond the horizon in both directions. A man passed him in the hall. The man had on a necktie and a suit. He was immaculate, and he glanced at Blazer curiously as they met and passed. Blazer dared not turn around and look because he knew the man was looking back at him. Blazer suddenly felt like a tramp traveling through a rich neighborhood. He knew that he didn't belong here and that he, most likely, wasn't welcome and that pretty soon the local cops would come and beat him up and kick him out of the area. Now he began to feel the rise of panic crawl up the nape of his neck. He didn't see any stairways or elevators and he didn't have the slightest idea how to flee this place and return to the hospital below. And then a voice said "Are you looking for the other boy?" It was the man who had passed. He was standing a few feet down the hall watching Blazer suspiciously. Blazer nodded unable to speak.
"I think you'll find him in the Administrator's office right down there at the end of the hall. Just open the door and go in. They're probably moving some furniture or something around in there."
Blazer went to the door indicated but it wouldn't open. He was about to knock after considering whether he should or not, when the door opened slowly and Ram's black face peered out from within.
"Hey mother, what are you doing up here?" Ram whispered as he opened the door. It was as if it was the door to his own apartment.
"Bloom sent me looking for you. I think she wants to get raped again," Blazer replied almost absent-mindedly as he entered the office and looked around like a tourist in his first big town.
"Man," said Ram, "I ain't fooling around with that poor-assed bitch today. I'm on to something. Keep quiet."
Again he made Blazer be quiet as they went into another room and there was a woman peeking through a keyhole into still another room. The woman turned just as they approached and for a moment she seemed startled by Blazer's appearance. And then she smiled and said, "Good, you got another witness… They're still at it, look." Ram went up to the door and peeked through a crack. And Blazer took a good look at the woman who had turned and gone over to a bar installed in the wall and poured herself a drink. Then, she turned and held the bottle out toward Blazer in a mute offering. She was a woman, not a girl, or even a young lady, but in her late forties. She was, as the description goes, well preserved. Her hair was brown, too brown for her age, and every strand was exactly as the hairdresser had left it. Her make-up was calculated and precise without a flaw in its application. It gave the impression of a mask that goes with a Goldilocks Halloween costume. Her breasts were there, but de-emphasized by the expensive materials that covered them. Her waistline was thicker than it had been, but still attractive since it accented the beautiful swell of her mature hips, which allowed no slack in any of the material which covered them. Her legs were small, but her ankles smaller, which made everything all right. Her knees were fleshy as her thighs swelled to meet the fullness of her hips and ass. She came back over to the door, she had two drinks in her hands and she stood silently beside Ram looking at him as he continued to peek through the crack. She eyed him up and down but her eyes stopped where Ram was rubbing his cock slowly through his clothes. With the hand holding the extra drink, she bumped Ram twice before she could get his attention, and on the second bump half of the drink spilled out and down Ram's arm. But finally, he turned from the door and took the drink and downed it in one drag. And when he turned, Blazer could see his cock poking out the front of his pants, and Blazer wanted very much to see what was going on in the other room. Ram went over to the bar and poured himself another drink. The woman and Blazer stayed near the door. The woman glanced through the keyhole and then said to Blazer, "See how hard my husband works to support me and his family." She stepped aside and allowed Blazer to look through the door. The room inside was a large office with one enormous desk and a large table and several upholstered chairs. On the floor was a deep carpet and on the carpet there were a man and a woman. The woman was young, about twenty, and she was on her knees. Her dress and slip were bunched up around her waist and she had no panties on. She was posed with a concave arch in her back, rather like a sway-backed horse, which made her beautiful, naked white backside seem the biggest, most delicious part of her ass, indeed, the man kneeling behind her obviously thought since he was greedily licking between her cheeks. He was a stout man, much older than she, and as he almost doubled over to get at her backside, his fat stomach was squeezed against his naked upper thighs like a big balloon about to burst. As Blazer watched him lick, the girl waved her ass around and pushed back against the man's face, her mouth dropped open and then her head dropped between her shoulders.