Doctor's Orders by Daniella Divine Page B

a tour of Australia. I got myself a drink,
and sat at the bar as if I was waiting for a friend. I had to fight
off a few ugly gorilla types who fancied their chances, but it
wasn’t long before a good-looking guy with a boyish grin came up to
the bar. One look at his physique told me he was a rugby player,
and as soon as he opened his mouth to order, it was obvious he was
English.
    His voice didn’t seem to match his body. He looked
like a professional boxer, with broad shoulders and well-honed
muscles. But he sounded like an English professor, distinctly upper
class. Kind of like James Bond with attitude. I love that English
accent…it really does things for me. I gave him a smile and
fluttered my eyelashes, and he smiled back. We made a connection,
and soon he had bought me a drink, and we were sitting at a table
chatting. I won’t bore you with the details. I guess you have been
through the same scenario enough times. I discovered that his name
was Chas, short for Charles, and that this was his last night in
Sydney before flying home with the team. They had enjoyed a
successful tour, and now they all wanted to have fun before they
flew home to winter in Britain.
    I thought my parachuting adventures might impress
Chas, so I told him about what had happened earlier in the day
–omitting Brad from the story as far as was reasonably possible.
Chas was duly impressed, and called over his teammate, Tony, who
was apparently a keen sky diver. I’m not quite sure how this
happened, but before long I had invited the two of them to come
back to my place and watch my DVD. I figured Ellen would probably
be home by now, and she would probably have no objection to
entertaining Tony. She went for muscles, and Tony had plenty of
those.
    So that explains how I found myself back in my
apartment at midnight, slightly drunk and with two hot guys on my
arm – but with Ellen nowhere in sight. I tried her phone, but just
got voicemail. Never mind, I figured she would turn up later. We
watched my DVD, and my new rugby-playing pals were duly impressed.
Then Tony took the remote control as we chatted, and started
flicking through the TV channels. After a while he found a movie
that looked interesting, and the three of us sat on the sofa to
watch it – me in the middle of the two guys. Still no sign of
Ellen. The movie turned out to be pretty boring, so Tony gave up on
the TV and knelt on the floor to check through our DVDs. And yes,
that’s right…he found my porn movie collection. With a chuckle of
amusement, he opened one up and slotted it into the DVD player. A
few seconds later, we were watching a dumb-looking blonde dressed
as a secretary walking into her boss’s office. We all knew she was
about to get a lot more than dictation. Dick-tasting more like. I
wasn’t sure if I should feel embarrassed or excited. Then I
thought, what the hell, these guys would be on a plane to England
tomorrow…just go with the flow and enjoy it. I remembered the night
my friend Ramona and I had watched porn with a couple of Marines
(see Episode #5). That had turned out to be fun, so I had hopes
that this might, too.
    The dumb blonde was certainly having fun. It hadn’t
taken her boss long to persuade her that her job was taking care of
his every desire. And his main desire at this moment was to give
her a mouthful of cock. She took it like a trooper, and soon he had
her up on his desk, panties round her ankles, ready for a good
shafting. Soon the three of us were watching her take a length of
dick like a pro, her legs gaping while her breasts poured out of
her bra. And then there was a twist in the plot. Another guy enters
the office, and feigns shock at having caught the two of them in
the act. But our sexy secretary has a plan to cheer him up, and
soon the new guy has his pants round his ankles while she tries out
his special equipment for size.
    I noticed Chas shuffling position on the sofa, and
glanced across at him. With a bit of a shock, I