Maria adjusted her candy-striper uniform and groaned, unable to believe that Tess had managed to talk her into this. These red and white stripes so weren't flattering. Standing at the reception desk she watched as visitors came and went bearing gifts of fruit and flowers and she wished that someone would give her something productive to do.

"Why did I ever let you talk me into this?" Maria grimaced over in Tess' direction, disappointed when she only got a placating smile for her trouble.

"You know you want to help really. Think of all those nice big spaces on your college application." With a low whistle Tess headed off in the direction of the private rooms, she knew for a fact that a certain Sheriff's son had been admitted earlier for knee surgery.

"Greatjust great! What exactly am I supposed to be doing?" Maria absently tidied up the loose papers on the reception desk then sighed in relief when a buzzer rang, summoning her to one of the side rooms.

Maria walked hesitantly into the room, switching on the overhead light so that she could actually see the figure reclining on the bed. "Is there something you wanted?" She took another step into the room, trying to make out what the patient was saying in a deep, quiet voice.

"Take your top off." Maria started to back out of the room, deciding that this was definitely too weird, but she was halted in her progress when the door suddenly slammed shut at her back, effectively keeping her in the room.

"What?" She tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice, but from the husky chuckle of amusement she could tell she hadn't managed it.

"You heard, take your top off. And your bra." Slowly, Maria popped open the bib on her candy striper uniform and pushed it down to her waist, then unzipped the striped shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders, leaving her clad from the waist up in just a small lace-covered pale rose bra. "And the bra," the deep voice repeated, sending shivers of anticipation and anxiety down Maria's spine. There was something about this voice that was familiar and hypnotic at the same time. Reluctantly Maria reached her hands behind her and struggled with the clasp of her bra. She slid the straps down her naked arms and dropped it to the floor where it landed with a silent rustle on top of her shirt. Instinct caused her to raise her hands and curve them over her breasts in an attempt to hide them from his eyes. "Move your hands, Maria." She did as she was told, dropping her hands to her sides, fighting the desire to run and hide her nakedness from his intense gaze.

"What now?" She choked out the words, feeling sick and exposed. She peered into the shadows of the room, hoping to see the man who was demanding this erotic yet invading striptease of her.

"Danceand take off the restslowly." He was enjoying this show and, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in 'True Lies' he intended to prolong it. He pressed a button on the small Discman he held in his right hand, the husky alluring tones of Santana's 'Smooth' filling the small disinfected room.

Maria closed her eyes and let the music flow through her, she started by slowly moving her hips from side to side, then she began to rub her hands all over her body, her inhibitions going out of the window as she became more and more involved in the music, forgetting how exposed she was. In the distance she was vaguely aware of the other person in the room, but he wasn't important anymore, what was important was the music, the guitar and the sensual vocals.

Michael couldn't believe that Maria was actually going along with his rather unusual plan. He didn't know what had made him think of seducing her like this, but the moment he had seen the way she looked in that little candy-striper outfit he had known that he had to do something with it. He adjusted his now uncomfortable erection in the pants underneath his sterile blue gown and continued to watch as Maria writhed and shimmied in front of him, her hands already moving down to push her skirt and dusky pink thong to the floor. His breath escaped in a gasp when he saw that she was now only clad in her little white hat and a pair of pale ivory stockings. "Wow," he muttered, unable to look away from her writhing and undulating figure.

Maria wanted to know who this mystery man was; he certainly had a hypnotic voice that could persuade her into doing things that were so out of character. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and bit down on it gently, to prevent the question from escaping, but her desire to know soon outweighed her desire to keep the whole thing darkly erotic and furtive. "Who are you?" Her voice was filled with husky anticipation; perhaps knowing that this was forbidden would make it even more exciting than it already was.

"Is that important?" Michael struggled to keep the familiar tone from his voice, pleased that he had retained some of the knowledge from Nasedo's lessons on transformation. "Does it really matter?" He wanted to see more of that dance she had been doing, now she was just standing there, not moving, her head tilted to one side as she waited for her answer.

"Maybe I want to know the name of the guy I'm with?" She placed her hands on her hips and rolled them slowly into a circle suggestively. She grinned when she heard his groan; he was obviously enjoying her teasing.

"What if you don't like what you find out?" He was curious to find out how she would answer this, would she run if she found out something that frightened her?

"There's nothing keeping me here," Maria made a move towards the door, just as she lifted her hand to the handle and started to press it downward. "I can leave if I want."

"Nostayplease," Michael made a move out of the shadows and into her line of sight. He would do anything to get her to stay with him; he needed her to know that he was sorry, that she meant more to him.

"Michael?" Maria couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was Michael, but one like she had never seen before. He was dressed in one of those unusually sexy blue surgeon's gowns and a pair of matching blue pants and she wasn't sure that she had ever seen him looking better. There was something about a man in uniform that really turned her on!

"Come here" he opened his arms to her and moaned when she walked into his embrace, her naked breasts rubbing against his cotton-clad chest. "Do you have any idea at all how fucking hard you make me?" He ground his erection against her wet pussy, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her lips.

"I think so," teasing him she thrust her hips against his arousal, the first rush of heat flowing through her lower body. "I want you," she breathed into his ear before taking the lobe between her teeth and nibbling gently on it.

"God! Maria!" He smoothed his hands down her back to curve around the soft globes of her ass, his fingers digging into the milky-white skin, pulling her lower body into even closer contact with his. "I want to feel you around me." His voice was a whisper against the delicate curve of her neck, sending shivers of lust through her body. "Now!" Michael lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist then backed them both up against the closed door of the room. Maria gasped in pain for a moment at the discomfort of the door handle digging into the curve of her spine, but it was soon forgotten when Michael moved one hand between them and stroked it through the curls at the apex of her thighs. "Is this all for me?" She was so wet and for a moment felt embarrassed at the sweet smelling juices dripping down the inside of her thighs.

"Yesss" Maria hissed, rolling her hips, rubbing her damp pussy against the material of his gown. "More," she arched her neck, her head hitting against the glass on the door as a moan of passion escaped her lips. "Please" she swallowed a deep breath when he thrust two fingers deep inside her heat and twisted them, his thumb rubbing against the throbbing hardened nub of her clit.

"You like this?" Michael withdrew his fingers, only to push them inside her again, hard, fast, drawing out another breathless sob.

Maria curled her fingers into Michael's shoulders to support herself when the whole of her body tensed and then went completely limp as she shuddered into uncontrollable orgasm.

"Yep, you definitely liked that," he had a smug smirk on his face, one that Maria was all too familiar with. "Want to play Doctor?" He carried her limp body over to the bed and placed her on it gently, then crawled up to join her. "I'll let you be the patient" he grinned at her as he brushed his hands over her naked skin, pretending to examine her like any good doctor.

Maria giggled as his inquisitive touch tickled her sensitive skin, his fingertips smoothing over her taut nipples, circling the dark-rose aureole, watching in wonder as the nipple puckered more, turning the smooth skin slightly rough.

Michael moved off the bed and took a step away, stripping off the gown and pants quicker than he had ever stripped in his life, he had to feel her against his uncovered skin as soon as possible, he needed her soothing and confusing touch. Maria watched as Michael's hands roamed over his muscled body, one curled around his hard cock, God he was beautiful!

With a beckoning smile Maria sat up on the bed and opened her arms to him, feeling more than just satisfied when he walked into them and wrapped his own arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. "I want you now, Dr Michael." Maria mumbled the words against Michael's lips as he took her mouth in a consuming kiss. He shifted slightly on the bed, slipping between her legs, the weeping tip of his cock butting against the pulsing lips of her wet pussy. Maria slid one of her small hands between their bodies and firmly gripped the throbbing length of him, guiding him into her slowly, savouring each inch of him as he came into her.

Maria thought she was going to go insane when Michael began to slide in and out of her at a furious pace. Michael was overwhelmed with the passion that filled him at the feel of her tight muscles clasping him so powerfully, clenching and unclenching around him with every upward thrust of her hips. "Maria," he rubbed his nose against her cheek, breathed softly in her ear. "I love you" He closed his eyes and groaned, pulling out of Maria's heat completely, thrusting back hard and fast, knowing that he was heading for something, but not quite sure what it was.

"I love you tooMichael" She arched her back, pulling him even closer with her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. She could feel her orgasm fast approaching and wanted to greet it head on, not caring that her gasps and cries could be heard by anyone who walked past the room.

"Oh...I'm sorry...I can't stop." Michael withdrew and thrust forward one last time, his climax exploding from him in one long stream.

Maria could see stars behind her eyes as she felt Michael's climax, soon followed by her second, a loud cry of passion flowed from between her parted lips, her hips shaking madly beneath Michael before they both slumped, exhausted to the hard mattress, contented sighs and calm hugs.

"Did I ever tell you how much I like you in a uniform?" Maria stroked Michael's sweat covered hair away from his flushed cheeks and smiled at him, enjoying the feeling of peace and tranquillity that filled them where there had once been violent storms and tension.

"Didn't know you'd ever seen me in one before." Michael mumbled the words, his body already drifting off into sleep.

"Only in my dreams, Dr Michael. Can we play again soon?" Maria rested her chin on the top of Michael's head and sighed, a smile on her face when she heard Michael's unmistakeable quiet snores.