The afternoon sun violently pierced through the closed blinds of the private hospital office, as Rick did not even bother knocking, simply pushing the heavy wooden door open and locking it with a sharp, echoing click, completely ignoring the sterile medical environment.
Dr. Elena Vance, the highly respected, untouchable Ice Queen of the surgical department, was already waiting for him, as she stood bent entirely over her massive mahogany desk, her breathing heavy and ragged.
She had completely abandoned her strict, professional persona, as her crisp white lab coat was carelessly pushed off her shoulders, while her dark pencil skirt was aggressively hiked all the way up to her waist, heavily exposing her thick, pale thighs and her completely bare, dripping wet entrance, since she had already ripped her own panties off in pure, desperate anticipation.
