Medicinal Purposes Only (closed for Faux_Pas)

[bjhass]

"Fuck them! Fuck them all!" Geoffrey's voice echoed off the walls of the empty practitioner's office he had called his own for all of four months. He pulled a small flask from a hidden pocket in his smock, popped it open and took a swig ... only to realize that it was already empty.

"And fuck you too you worthless dry bitch!" He shouted as he hurled the flask across the office.

A low chuckle escaped from his chest as he thought how that last comment could be applied both to the flask and to his girlfriend of three years. Ex-girlfriend he reminded himself as he reached for the revolver on his desk for the fifth time tonight. As his fingers wrapped around the grip he was surprised that the metal still felt cold. Almost as cold as Laura's heart he fumed as he thought about the girl he had fallen in love with at the end of his post grad work, the girl he had used as inspiration and motivation to get him to where he was. The girl who had used him as a step in the ladder to get to the top, then left him the minute things got tough.

But before he could raise the barrel to his head a small voice echoed softly in the back of his mind. Failure is the opportunity to begin again he had never actually heard Henry Ford speak before, but he had used the quote so much through high school, undergrad, post grad, and the years of interning that his imagination had created a voice that in his mind could only be Ford's. Only this time more intelligently the voice finished with emphasis.

Geoffrey's father, a great doctor in his own right, had always taught him to see the solution first then find the path through the problem. But right now Geoff was drowning in problems, each one worse than the last and none of which possessed any legitimate solutions. All of his school loans were coming due. He could have easily paid them off with the money he had been making from the clinic, but then the mal-practice suit had closed that door too. Even so he might have been able to make things work if he could have just borrowed some money from Laura. Just enough to get the bogus charges dropped and his clinic back up and running. As an attorney at a powerful corporation she could have easily spared the change. But the minute she caught wind of problems she was gone, fleeing to the arms of her boss and no doubt some big promotion.

Then find the illegitimate solution Imaginary-Ford whispered softly.

And there it was. On his desk sat a stack of files of potential patients who had applied to his new clinic before the mal-practice suit had shut it down. He hadn't seen it before because he had only been thinking about the revolver that had been acting like a paper weight for the tall stack but now he saw the solution clearly. The clinic, the girlfriend, the bills, the suit ... those were all problems. And he didn't really need any of them. All he needed was one success to prove that he wasn't a phony doctor. One patient who through his care and ministrations had undergone a total transformation would be plenty of evidence of his brilliance. Forget the money, forget the trophy wife, forget the clinic. Society told him he needed those things to be successful, but fuck society. He was a visionary. People of his caliber measured success not in the size of their bank account, but in the size of the change they wrought on the world.

But which one should I choose? he thought as he began sifting through the files. I'm only going to get one shot at this. He realized as he began dropping obviously ill-suited candidates into the shredder. As he sorted the candidates he also began forming his plans.

He needed time to run his experiments, and if he didn't show up to his court dates the authorities would come looking for him. So he'd need a new location. It would have to be fairly secluded, and he wouldn't be able to let the patient go until the treatment was complete because he couldn't allow anyone to find out he was still practicing.

And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course! he though. Why didn't I think of her before?

He thought back to the fist time he had laid eyes on Miss Flint. A young single student who had come to his clinic looking for something to help her get over her shyness. If he hadn't had a girlfriend at the time he would have realized what he had felt for her was love at first sight, but instead he had convinced himself that he felt nothing more than a professional interest in her condition and had hid her file at the bottom of the stack.

Sure enough, there it was. Right where he had left it. A picture of her pretty little face clipped to the front of the folder brought a rush of emotions that he thought had been swallowed up by the black hole of his misery. My sweet little solution he thought as he gazed into her photographed eyes. And by looking at the solution his pathway to it became clear.

The cabin in the woods was the perfect spot. Even though it technically belonged to his ex-girlfriend's family, no one ever went out there since her grandfather had passed. And he knew right where they hid the spare key. Kidnapping his sweet little solution would be too easy. In fact he could even make it seem like she was going of her own free will. Grabbing her phone he dialed the contact number on her file.

"Hello Miss Flint, this is Doctor Geoffrey Duke calling to let you know that you have been selected for a series of treatments of an experimental nature that should help with the issues we discussed during your recent visit to my office. Please call me back in the next 12 hours if you are still interested in treatment as this is a very limited time offer."

Setting the phone down he began to consider back up plans. If she didn't call, or if she wasn't interested, there was always the traditional kidnapping option. It would be too easy with the assortment of chemicals at his fingertips here in the office. With that settled he began to consider what medications he might prescribe and how he would measure their success on her. Increasing her libido was easy enough, as was sprinkling in some heightened sensitivity. The really tricky part was going to get her to lower her inhibitions without affecting her alertness.

Heading over to the pharmaceutical section of his clinic he began mixing a concoction together. The ingredients were safe, of that he was sure. It was simply courage in a pill. But it would be interesting to see how they interacted with each other and what the side effects might be.

 

[Faux_Pas]

There wasn't much he could do for her. At least, that's what she was told. There was some medical conditions that could be considered; depression, anxiety, post tramatic stress... But so far, none of the medicines he had prescribed had really done much for her. Perhaps she was just that introverted. Rachel did well enough in college, managing to carry through decent marks in her classes, though there was always that constant comment of You just need to speak up more often.

She tried. She really did.

Doctor Duke seemed to understand her, be sympathetic to her frustrations and honestly set in helping her find a way to get past her troubles. He really was such a nice doctor, and, as her mother had pointed out after giving her a ride to one appointment, was about her own age as well. "That's what you need, Rachel. A man in your life. And a doctor would be a perfect one, for you, now wouldn't it?"

She wasn't really sure what that had meant.

Besides, she certainly couldn't bring herself to even attempt to strike a casual conversation with the man- and to even try to flirt with him?! That seemed impossible.

But enough of those thoughts.

Having finished her laundry for the week in the barely-cleaned shared wash space in her apartment complex's basement, she had settled on the futon couch that doubled as her bed within her modest studio apartment, watching a film on her laptop as she folded her clothes. Contemplating a dinner plan, she jumped slightly as her cell phone rang, picking it up to eye the caller id. She didn't recognize the number, though it was local- Probably a wrong number. Don't answer. They'd figure it out.

As it finally silenced, she started to set it back down, surprised to hear the message alert sound a few seconds later. Hadn't they paid attention to the name? Sighing, she picked it back up, calling in to at least make the symbol go away. Her expression brightened a bit at the sound of her kind doctor's voice, her smile growing a bit more as he explained what he had to offer for her.

Experimental treatment?

Staring down at the phone for a moment, she debated on if calling was actually a good idea. Experimental. Just... how experimental was it? And what exactly was going to happen? God, not another hynotist. That hadn't done a thing other than waste nearly $500.

Call. You need this.
Don't. Someone else probably needs it more.
...But he called you... Personally.
He probably called others, too...

She frowned again, her teeth playing with her lower lip as she stared at the phone. "After the clothes," She finally cemented to herself, setting the phoe aside once more and continuing to work on the basket. Still, she couldn't help but steal a glance or two back to the phone, the curiosity on just what it was that he may have found to help her with her social problems. She really did hate feeling this way anymore. Too afraid to even talk to others, feeling abandoned by everyone around her. Like she was too quiet to be important.

Rachel swallowed down as she set aside the tee she had been working on, stretching to take up the phone again and hitting the redial button. Ringing. And ringing. And ringing a bit longer.

Maybe this wasn't such a good-

"You've reached the voicemail of Doctor Geoffrey Duke."

She straightened a bit more in her seat, her eyes widening slightly. She was already making the call, just go through with it, just do it! Taking a breath and waiting for the beep after his apology message on missing calls, she closed her eyes, stumbling out the quick words as they tumbled from her thoughts. "Hi Doctor Duke, it's Rachel Flint, I got your call, and- and I'm very interested in taking part and I hope it's still available but if it isn't that's quite alright I understand but if it is I'd very much like to take part and- okay, um- Thank you for your time..."

Beeping the call to end, she tossed the phone onto the table as though a snake had bitten her through the receiver, curling her legs up onto the couch and nervously playing with a strand of hair. "I need to do this. I do. Mom was right. I can't... I can't keep running away from everyone and being so scared and shy and... Oh god, I hope there's no more bloodwork."

Taking a deep breath, she finally made her way off the couch, going to put her clothing away and return the towels to her bathroom. Now that she had made the call, it was going to be in her mind the rest of the night.

He hadn't even said when it would start. Where it was. Anything.
Another nervous twinge pulled inside her as she slipped the washclothes under the sink. What was she signing into? Some psycho to take her off into the woods and rape her?!

"He's my doctor. My doctor. He wouldn't hurt me," She reminded herself softly, looking at her reflection in the mirror and smiling. "I trust him. I do. I have to. Now stop with these thoughts!," She demanded, pointing at herself. "That's one of the first ways to get over all this. Stop letting those thoughts come in!"

Easier said than done.
"I'll go to his office tomorrow. Maybe he can explain it better there."
Yes. That made sense.

But for now... another movie, a frozen dinner, and bed.

 

[dajokesonyou]

......

 

[bjhass]

Dr. Duke woke the next morning, raging hangover and all, on a cot in the back corner of the storage room in his clinic. He had taken to sleeping there ever since he and Laura had split up, and there was a small shower in the employee bathroom, so he really didn't need much else. His clothes were awry and he was hungry, but something drew him into his office. He tried to place what it was that had been so important the night before, but his foggy mind didn't want to cooperate. So he stumbled into his office to search for clues.

Sure enough, the bright brown eyes and timid smile shining up at him from the folder on top of his desk, it all came rushing back. It was hard not to be excited about his plans from the night before, but the at the same time morning blues hadn't been shaken yet and so they cast long shadows of doubt across his mind. Could he pull it off in time? What if she didn't come willingly? Was he really willing to kidnap her? He sat at his desk and rubbed his temples as he tried to recreate the logical processes he had gone through just hours before.

That was when he saw the blinking light on his answering machine. Pressing the speaker button, he lay his head down on the cold desk and listened to the messages. The first two were bill collectors who knew as much as he did that he wasn't able to pay. The next was his attorney reminding him of the upcoming court appearance. This is too much for this early in the morning, he thought as he reached up to turn the phone off.

But just before his finger fell on the button, an angelic voice spoke his name and told him in her timid manner that she was interested. For the second time in just a few hours he forgot about all of his problems, his misery swallowed up by the thought of her. She actually is interested! He thought almost out loud.

But what now? Dammit, last night everything seemed so clear and easy, why can't it be that way now that it has to go down? He decided a shower would do him some good so he ran out to his car, grabbed his gym bag with its spare set of clothes and returned through the front door. The office seemed so gloomy and empty with no one in it, so he turned the lights on and that seemed to help. He also straightened up a bit on his way to the back room where he then stripped down and stepped into the shower.

As the weak stream of water washed over his toned body he considered his options. It would probably be best if he met her somewhere outside of the office. She might find it suspicious that no one else was around. But then again, asking to meet over lunch seemed just as ridiculous.

He had hoped that the shower would clear his mind, which it did, but the clearer his thoughts became the more acutely aware he became of how long it had been since he had been with a girl. The small bathroom had steamed up quickly and his body reacted in unexpected ways to each and every thought of her. He even began to tease himself with the different ways he could test her increased sensitivity and decreased inhibitions once the meds were given. The images flashing in his mind caused a chain reaction of pleasure that shot throughout his body and culminated in his hardening cock which he began to slowly stroke.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Excited was an understatement. Rachel had never felt this worked up over something in quite a long time. So much, in fact, she started to give herself a slight anxiety attack, needing to settle to the floor of her shower and take a few deep breaths to calm down.

With that quelled, she was able to finish for the day, deciding a simple pair of jeans and a button up top were a good choice for going to find out the details of her doctor's offer. It almost seemed too good to be true, in some aspects. Not a lot of on exactly what was involved, but she was certain that if he was willing to call her on it, there was something that could help her.

Grabbing her purse and keys, she was soon headed out, fighting momentarily with the rather stubborn engine of her Neon. "Oh, not today... Come on," She mumbled, trying the key once more and smiling as it finally agreed to start. Creeping out of the driveway of her apartment building, she was on her way to the clinic.

Well... Got most of the way there, anyway.

Those hesitant thoughts crept in once again.
He never called her back. What if it wasn't available anymore? She was jumping to conclusions, assuming it was still valid for her. Maybe she had taken too long. Maybe there wasn't room for her now.

Her car was now along the side of the road, Rachel fumbling her fingers against the steering wheel as those thoughts mulled through her head. Why did she let them take over so much? Was she truly that paranoid of everything? What harm would it cause to simply go over there and ask? The worst that could happen was him saying no.

..But then she'd feel so foolish for even trying to-

"I'm nearly there. Just a moment's stop won't hurt a thing. Not a thing."

Reaffirming this to herself, she reached to start the car back up.
...Oh.
Try that again.
And again.
Her head fell against the wheel, groaning in frustration. Of course.
It wasn't going to start.

Glancing over to her bag, she frowned a bit more. Probably should call someone. Mom? Had that meeting today... The guy who lived in the apartment next to her had offered to help her out with anything she needed, but with the way he had said it- Car trouble didn't exactly seem the 'help' he was talking about. Her boss wasn't the type to come help with anything like this, so-

"...It's with a shot?" Rachel drew her phone out of her bag, nervously bringing up the doctor's number once again.

Ringing... And ringing...
Maybe this wasn't suck a good idea after a-
His voicemail.
"Hi Doctor Duke, it's, um, Rachel... I was, uh... I was hoping to come over to the office and talk to you about the experiment but... um... My car died. I was hoping that, maybe? If.. If you're not super busy or something... Might you be able to come get me? Or someone from the office- I'm on Fairway Road... Thank you, Doctor, I'm so sorry to bother you!" She quickly hung up, frowning down at the black screen, a hard sigh finally coming from her as she dropped her head against the wheel once again. "So... stupid!"

Frustrating.

 

[bjhass]

Feeling refreshed after his shower, he dressed in black slacks with red pinstripes and a deep maroon button up shirt. The clothes were slightly rumpled from not having anywhere to hang them up, but the fit his body nicely enough that it was hardly noticeable. He chuckled as he sat at his desk and began organizing his thoughts, realizing he was dressed more like he was going on a date than going to treat a patient. But that was ok with him, he didn't want he to think of herself as his patient.

The remedy he had mixed up the night before was there to so he reviewed that and made a couple of slight modifications. Then he saw the message on the machine. She was only a couple of blocks away, this was going to be too easy. Grabbing a large duffle bag he quickly threw everything he might need in it and headed out to his Jaguar in the parking lot. Speeding down the road he scanned the curbs for his lady in distress. Fortunately it didn't take long to find her. Even though she was still in her car he would recognize that beautiful face anywhere.

With a squeal of tires he flipped a quick U-turn and parked behind her. Hopping out he began dialing a tow truck.

"Yes," he spoke into the phone as he stood between her car and his. "It is on Fairway across from the Chinese Restaurant." He paused for a moment listening, and waved at Rachel through the back window before continuing. "A blue Neon, license plate 123 ABC." He finished by passing his credit card information then hung up before approaching the driver side door.

Opening it for her he held out a hand for her.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Stay?
Get out.
No. Stay put.

She had called him. He might be coming.

What if he wasn't coming?

Rachel frowned again, nervously running her fingers over the wheel as she nibbled at her lip. Just give it a bit. See what happened. If no one came or no one called within the next half hour, then she would see what she could do.

..But she really hated to talk to people she didn't know. There was always that fear that they'd scoff at her, tell her to get lost...

Sinking down a bit more into her seat, she tried to simply turn her radio up, hoping that would help calm her down. Only 2 songs had passed before a car slowed in the opposite lane, a man peering out of his own window at her. Rachel glanced over nervously as he pulled around, a breath of relief coming from her as she realized who it was.

"Oh, thank you so much, Doctor!" With a soft sigh, she ran a hand against her forehead, shaking her head. Glancing up at him as he stood outside her door, she smiled softly, surprised as he opened her door for her. "Thank you again, Doctor. I'm so sorry if I interrupted you, I just... another of those panic attacks kicked in and I just didn't know who to call or anything... I just... I wasn't sure what to do."

A tow truck was already arriving, Rachel closing her eyes and groaning softly. "I suppose I could have done that myself. I didn't even think of it..." With a light frown, she glanced at him, then to the ground. "If I could just get a lift to your office, I can call someone to pick me up. I really don't want to trouble you any more than I have, Doctor. I was really hoping to hear more on the study, but... well... I'm not sure if it's such a good idea now. I mean, with my car out of service like this, and the cost of it... I wouldn't have any way to get there and certainly can't afford to take part now."

She frowned a bit more, a hard sigh leaving her lips. That was always her luck anymore. Something that could help, and something else had to ruin it.

"I really appreciate the offer for it, though." Her voice was much softer now, wavering lightly in her words. She had really hoped...

 

[bjhass]

"I don't think you understand how these experiments typically work." Geoffrey chuckled as he watched her. He gave her beautiful body a quick once over as she stepped out of her car. Cute and sweet, both in personality and body he was thinking: I'm going to have to be careful not to take away too much of her shyness. At a certain level it was very cute. If only I can get her self confidence up just a little ...

"Big pharmaceutical companies always compensate everyone involved for both time and travel and hiccups like this happen all the time, so don't even worry about it," he said as he guided her towards his car. "Hell, they'll probably even pay for the repairs as well" he added. Once she was seated in the custom leather seat he quickly finished his business with the tow truck, taking advantage of the opportunity to plan his next few moves. Initially he had planned on taking her straight to the cabin in the woods, but instead he followed a sudden gut instinct to take her back to his office.

"For the purposes of the experiment I've had to close my office for the day," he lied after climbing into the driver's seat. "Because of its complex socio-physiological nature," he added, "having too many people around may put your body into a hypo-adrenal state which would counter the delicate affects of the medicine." The drive back to the office was a quick one, but because of her quiet nature he felt like he did an extraordinary amount of talking.

"The nice thing is that all the paperwork was filled out during your last visit." He said as they walked into the dark office. Flipping on a light switch he guided Rachel past the empty receptionist desk and into the first examination room. From a closet he pulled a standard medical examination gown and laid it across the examination bed. He then set a small white pill and an empty paper cup next to the sink.

"Now I'm going to go get my instruments," he explained. "I need you to undress and put that gown on with the opening to the front. Once you have done that, take the white tablet with some water. When I come back I will answer any questions you might have, then we will begin the testing." He spoke softly and with a smile, trying to help her relax as much as possible. But as he shut the door and walked down the hall he wondered if he had managed to keep the edge of excitement from creeping into his voice.

 

[Faux_Pas]

A look of confusion came to Rachel with his smiling comment on her confusion, glancing at him as he explained. Her own smile slowly trickled into place, now much more hopeful on being able to take part. She really hadn't understood before... She had thought it was more a medical procedure, needing her to fork out further cash to participate and get treatment- not this! "So... T-they cover... Everything?" She nervously ran her fingers along her other arm, her smile still blooming as they stood beside his car.. The mention of her own vehicle's repairs possibly being taken care of by it made her brighten further, the concern from before now replaced with eagerness as she settled into his passenger seat and waited for him.

This would work. This would really work! Oh, if she had only known this sooner, the butterflies currently in her stomach would have left so much earlier...

Watching as he finished up, slinking down a bit more in the passenger seat as he gestured towards her own uncooperative vehicle at the roadside. She still felt rather foolish on that, but did manage to smile once again as the doctor joined her in the vehicle. Must be everything was all set.

Listening as he explained, she merely nodded, glancing between both the road before them and the man beside her. Empty office... Oh, yes. She did tend to get nervous around too many other people... Though the mention of counter acting the medication made her tense up a bit once more. Oh. Just... Just what was it?

No. Don't start.
He was her doctor. Trust him!

Rachel nodded again as he explained further, happy to arrive at the office finally and following him inside. The place seemed so much... Different... Without others in here. Until he turned the light on, it almost felt like an entirely different place, scary even. Shivering it off, she continued to follow him, the surprising comfort of the exam room actually managing to calm her.

This, she was used to.
Taking up the robe he set out, she glanced at him as he took out the cup and bottle of pills, eyeing them over for a moment before nodding. "Sure, doctor. I'll, uh... Yeah. I'll get right on it."

Waiting for the door to close, she slipped out of her jeans and tee, contemplating just how undressed he wanted her to be. Sliding the bra off, she glanced at the mirror behind the door, a tiny squeak leaving her at the idea of being so openly exposed. The panties would stay.

Pulling on the thin wrap around robe, she climbed up onto the table, nervously folding her hands in her lap as her bare feet dangled off the table edge.

The pill-!

Hopping back down, she grabbed the cup of water, picking up the pill and frowning. Wow, it seemed... Big. Taking a breath and tossing it in her mouth, she gulped down the water, making a face at the residual taste of the pill on her tongue. Ick!

Climbing back up, she settled in to wait once more, glancing about the room.

That thing had really tasted... Gross.
Hopefully whatever it did was worth it!

 

[bjhass]

When Dr. Duke reentered the room carrying a duffle bag with odd lumps he was glad to see that Rachel had done everything he had asked. He smiled at her, hoping to ease the tension that was so evident in her expression. This must have been so hard for her he thought as he set the duffle down and grabbed a chair, pulling it close to sit next to her. But she's made it this far, only a little bit more to go ...

"Now before we begin," he spoke softly and gently "I should explain what you just ingested. I believe that your fear of social interactions is caused by a combination of physiological as well as psychological problems. This first pill will increase sensitivity in the receptors of your nervous system. This should allow your mind to distinguish more clearly between your fears caused by perceived threats and any actual threats. Essentially this is going to help you avoid those annoying panic attacks." He paused for a moment, observing her as he gave her a moment to absorb the information before continuing.

"Normally we would run a cat scan to observe brain activity and measure how well your body absorbed the medicine, but without my staff here to assist me today that is not an option. Fortunately there are alternative methods to test the medicine's success. One of its side effects is heightened sensitivity of the nerve endings throughout your body, so really all we need to do to see if the medicine is working is run a few simple touch tests." As he spoke he reached into the duffle bag and pulled out a black blindfold.

"If you're ready to begin, then put this on, lay back and try to relax." He smiled as he held to blindfold out to her.