Dr. Perkums was awoken from a sound sleep at five in the morning by the sound of his doorbell being rung most insistently. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he went to see who was at the door and was surprised to find a woman he didn’t know standing on his doorstep.
The first thing he noticed was that the woman was red-eyed and crying and looked like she had been crying for quite some time. The second thing he noticed was that the blouse she was wearing looked uncomfortably tight. The third thing he noticed was that she was wearing a short wraparound skirt.
Before he could say anything, though, the woman immediately spoke up.
“Oh Dr. Perkums, my name is Ashley and I’m so sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I’m so glad you’re home!”
Surprised at the woman’s sudden exclaimed greeting, Dr. Perkums shook his head a little. “And I am glad I could be here for you this morning, Ashley,” he greeted back. “How may I help you?”
“Oh Dr. Perkums,” the woman cried out, “I’ve been having some trouble and my friend Melissa said you you might be able to help me out!”
At the mention of Melissa – his primary nursing partner and secretary at his lactation specialty clinic – Dr. Perkums’ eyes widened and all thoughts of sleep were promptly forgotten. “Is that so?” he asked, trying not to stare at his visitor’s chest lest he was misunderstanding her request for help.
“Oh please, Dr. Perkums! Just look -!” Lower lip trembling, Ashley unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a pair of too-big milk-engorged breasts encased in a too-small nursing bra.
With Ashley thrusting out her tits at him, there was no way to misinterpret her meaning and Dr. Perkums took a good long look. “Ahhh I see! Well, Ashley, I think I know just how to make this… problem of yours go away.”
“Ohhh Dr. Perkums! Would you?”
Dr. Perkums smiled and opened his door wider. “Please, Ashley. Cum on in.”