Malpractice (Part Six)

He sighs and reluctantly runs over into the shade under her short skirt, and hating himself for it, shoves his face into her already moist lips with his tongue out.

“Oh my god, perfect! Good boy! You’re gonna make me come.”

He keeps licking her for a few moments, then pulls his face out, covered in her juices.

“Okay so, if I do this then you’re not gonna…”

Her finger arrives on the back of his head and shoves his face into her pussy again.

“You’re gonna make such a good little sex toy!!!” she moans.

“Wait…”

He tries fighting against her hand but she easily keeps him pressed against her pussy, her moaning becoming increasingly loud and intense.

“Oh god…” she moans. “Oooh this is sooo good! I’m gonna delete your file, little guy! You’re gonna be mine forever!”

“What! But you said…!”

She giggles breathily and shoves his whole head inside her pussy, and then shoves him deeper and shallower in a wild rhythm for several minutes, only occasionally pulling him out enough to snatch a gasp of air. Outside her he hears her moaning and panting, muffled by her pussy lips. Eventually he hears her reach her climax.

When she finally pulls him out, he’s gasping for air. She’s panting lightly, and smirking down at him.

“That was fun, cutie! I’m sorry, I know we had a deal, but I think I’m gonna have to keep you around so we can do that whenever I want.”

“No… No!”

She turns her cheerful attention back up to the computer, its screen high above him. He turns around to look up at it too.

“No… Abbie, please!”

She giggles. “You’re so cute when you beg like that! But like, once I own you, I can make you beg like that whenever I want. So like…”

She giggles and clicks the delete button. “Oopsie!”

“Noooo!” he exclaims. “You fucking brat! You ruined my life!”

She chuckles. “Don’t be so dramatic, cutie! I’m giving you a new life. You’re gonna like being my pet.”

“You won’t get away with this!”

She cocks her head to the side. “You think?”

“I’m telling your mom!”

She giggles. “You are so cute! Even if I let you talk to my mom, which like, I’m not going to, do you really think she’ll turn me in?”

He sputters, speechless with rage. “You… you…”

“Aww, come here little guy. It’s gonna be okay!” She nuzzles him against her cheek, cooing softly. “We’re gonna have so much fun! You’ll see.”

The sound of the front door opening startles her into action and she surreptitiously sprints back to the living room, keeping him pressed up against her breast, before Dr. Park gets there.

“Hi honey, That work thing actually turned out to be nothing. I just have to check on some files in my office, you can just finish your dinner without me.”

“Okay Mom!”

She looks down at him in her lap, licking her lips with a lascivious smile. “How long do you think it’ll take her to…”

“Oh my god…” Dr. Park says from the other room.

With an exaggerated expression of innocence, Abbie replies. “What is it Mom?”

“Abbie, did you… Were you messing around with my equipment?”

Her eyes locked on his with a mischievous smile, she says with the same infuriatingly innocent tone, “No, we’ve just been hanging out in here. Why?”

There’s a pause. “Tyler’ file… I can’t… It seems to be missing.”

“Oh no!”

“Yeah, not good.”

“I told you that computer is too old and glitchy! You should replace it!”

“Right, well…” Dr. Park’s tone has become grave. “It’s a little late for… Yes it’s definitely gone.”

Abbie winks at him conspiratorially and, to his surprise, puts him down on the living room floor, between her huge wedge heels, each one the size of a truck. “Good luck, cutie!” she whispers. She stands up, giggling down at him for a moment from her full terrifying height, and then skips off to the office.

He hears her voice from the other room, still with that fake innocence that he can’t believe Dr. Park is falling for. “So like… what do we do?”

“Well… Wait, where is he?”

“Oh, I just left him on the couch.”

He hears Dr. Park’s hurried footsteps coming back into the living room, Abbie’s wedge heels clip clopping behind her at a markedly more casual pace.

Panicking, he darts under the couch just before they arrive in the living room. Their feet appear in the narrow horizontal field of vision he has from under here, their bodies casting enormous shadows.

“Where is he?” Dr. Park exclaims, panic in her voice.

“I dunno, he was like, right here on the couch a minute ago!”

Dr. Park’s feet take a few steps away as she looks around, scanning the floor. Abbie’s wedge heels stay where they are in front of the couch he’s hiding under, guarding his only exit route, unbeknownst to her mother.