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Dangerous Liaison

... "Thanks. Sorry. Armenia Franklin."

"Mr Franklin. It's your knee?"

"Yea, an old injury." I explained the injury and how I had aggravated it. Previous treatments and surgery's. What usually worked. What physio regime I had.

Dr Armstrong examined me efficiently and soon gave me the excruciating injection that would kill 90% of the pain by the morning.

Then he handed me some lovely, lovely pills.

"Best just to take the ice pack with you and go to bed. This combination will knock you out. Can you manage?"

"Yea. It's not the first time. I'll be fine, thank you, doctor."

He considered me for a moment. "I think I'll just help you as far as your bed. I can lock the door on my way out. By the way, I think you know my brother?"

I frowned and he smiled. "You have an unusual name. My brother is Robert Armstrong. Robbie."

"Of course," I grinned, despite the pain. "Jesus, how did I not see that? You look quite like him."

He nodded as he helped me stand and took some of my weight. "Well we are twins, but non-identical."

"Really? Who's older?"

He laughed. "Everyone always asks that! Robbie was born on 31st July at 10.30pm. I was born 1st Aug just before 1am."

"Oh, that's funny."

"Yea, we never did get two birthday parties though." He helped me swing on to the bed.

"That's a good distraction technique you've got there, Dr Armstrong." I looked up to find his eyes coasting over my body. Like, totally checking me out.

When his eyes met mine he ...

... jerked, as if coming back to himself. "Oh God, excuse me."

"It's okay," I said softly.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "I should go then. Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, I'm good. The door will lock."

"Great. I'll see you for a follow up, the team will be in touch. Keep your weight off that leg as much as you can, you know the drill."

"I do. Thank you. Say hi to Robbie."

"Er, I'm not allowed to break patient confidentially."

"It's up to you, but you can tell him and say hi if you like. Maybe less awkward if my name came up for any reason in conversation. I'm a judge on the Paris competition this year, I think he's entered."

He nodded, "Okay, I will. You take care. Goodbye, Mr Franklin."

"Goodbye, Dr Armstrong. Thank you."

-X

A week later my knee was fine, just slightly tender, but I was not. I was needy and becoming desperate.

Desperate for a certain type of attention.

I needed to be used. I needed to be helpless. I needed pain. Good pain, now that the bad knee pain had faded.

I had been horny as hell since lusting after Robbie's brother, and it was starting to become overwhelming.

But there was somewhere I could go. An exclusive members club where my needs could be met in safety. Except it was already gone 7pm on a Saturday night, which was much too late to make plans. Still, I could ask.

I pulled out my spare phone, which only got used for this. Master Bailey answered immediately.

"Armenia? Sweet boy, what can I do for ...