The Chiropractor: A Short Story
I lay face-up on the treatment table. It's about midday and it's warm inside. We are the only two in the office. He is professional and he is not interested in me in the slightest.
He doesn't speak much. I catch his eye and smile politely. He smiles back....an embarrassed/ uncomfortable smile. He's about to insert needles into my ankle.
I sit up, facing him. My legs, together, dangle off the edge of the table. I'm wearing blue shorts. I place my hands on either knee and slowly move my legs apart, looking downward with no expression the whole time. Although his eyes widen a little, he only looks at me.
He moves back one step. With my hands still on either knee, I smile at him. He smiles slightly. He steps forward, still smiling, but looking …show more content…
He identifies one of them as one of his associates who does chiropractic work, Dr. Romero.
Chapter II: The Chiropractor
I arrive at his office alone. He and I are the only ones there. It's warm inside and it's about midday. He's a sizable Latin man with a dark complexion. I'm a small European who is fair.
"I'll begin by adjusting you."
I lay on my back on a bench, but move slowly because I've recently been injured. He begins by kneeling beside me and tells me to twist my body.
"Breathe" he says.
I'm nervous because he's a big man. I breathe in slowly, then out slowly. In slowly again, and out slowly - crack! There's my spine.
Now he instructs me to turn the other way. As I do, he begins to come to the other side, but stops at the end of the bench. As he sits down on the bench, he slides off my pink shorts and lifts me onto his lap facing him, in a straddling position. He is a bit taken aback when he notices that I am not wearing any panties.
"Let's keep this quiet" he whispers. I nod.
I both unbutton and unzip his slacks. My hands fumble to grip a huge monstrosity and I am a little surprised by the sheer size of it. Feelings of both excitement and fear fill my mind. He smiles at …show more content…
Now he takes full control. He proceeds to forcefully drive his thick member into me as he covers my mouth with one hand, for fear that I will be audible.
Chapter III: The Coach
I’ve been training a team of four professional swimmers for two months now, all male. I’ve grown to prefer coaching men over women because the men often seem a little more focused and goal-oriented, but maybe that’s just my imagination. I consider myself to be a “tough” coach – you need to be well-disciplined and focused to work with me.
Each of my students has a swimmer’s body, meaning that they have broad shoulders, they’re tall, they’re flexible, they’re strong, they’re completely shaven, and their triceps are well-defined. Two of these men are pale Caucasians, one is a dark Latino, and the other is a well-tanned Caucasian. Their ages range from 27 to 33.
Practice ends in about ten minutes. It’s time for the boys to hit the showers and for me to get cleaned up, as well. After practice, we retreat to our assigned locker rooms.
Since the women’s locker room is right next to the men’s locker room, I hear David, the attractive Latino, yell to me
“Hey Liv! Come here a
He doesn't speak much. I catch his eye and smile politely. He smiles back....an embarrassed/ uncomfortable smile. He's about to insert needles into my ankle.
I sit up, facing him. My legs, together, dangle off the edge of the table. I'm wearing blue shorts. I place my hands on either knee and slowly move my legs apart, looking downward with no expression the whole time. Although his eyes widen a little, he only looks at me.
He moves back one step. With my hands still on either knee, I smile at him. He smiles slightly. He steps forward, still smiling, but looking …show more content…
He identifies one of them as one of his associates who does chiropractic work, Dr. Romero.
Chapter II: The Chiropractor
I arrive at his office alone. He and I are the only ones there. It's warm inside and it's about midday. He's a sizable Latin man with a dark complexion. I'm a small European who is fair.
"I'll begin by adjusting you."
I lay on my back on a bench, but move slowly because I've recently been injured. He begins by kneeling beside me and tells me to twist my body.
"Breathe" he says.
I'm nervous because he's a big man. I breathe in slowly, then out slowly. In slowly again, and out slowly - crack! There's my spine.
Now he instructs me to turn the other way. As I do, he begins to come to the other side, but stops at the end of the bench. As he sits down on the bench, he slides off my pink shorts and lifts me onto his lap facing him, in a straddling position. He is a bit taken aback when he notices that I am not wearing any panties.
"Let's keep this quiet" he whispers. I nod.
I both unbutton and unzip his slacks. My hands fumble to grip a huge monstrosity and I am a little surprised by the sheer size of it. Feelings of both excitement and fear fill my mind. He smiles at …show more content…
Now he takes full control. He proceeds to forcefully drive his thick member into me as he covers my mouth with one hand, for fear that I will be audible.
Chapter III: The Coach
I’ve been training a team of four professional swimmers for two months now, all male. I’ve grown to prefer coaching men over women because the men often seem a little more focused and goal-oriented, but maybe that’s just my imagination. I consider myself to be a “tough” coach – you need to be well-disciplined and focused to work with me.
Each of my students has a swimmer’s body, meaning that they have broad shoulders, they’re tall, they’re flexible, they’re strong, they’re completely shaven, and their triceps are well-defined. Two of these men are pale Caucasians, one is a dark Latino, and the other is a well-tanned Caucasian. Their ages range from 27 to 33.
Practice ends in about ten minutes. It’s time for the boys to hit the showers and for me to get cleaned up, as well. After practice, we retreat to our assigned locker rooms.
Since the women’s locker room is right next to the men’s locker room, I hear David, the attractive Latino, yell to me
“Hey Liv! Come here a