"The first picture of you, the first picture of summer - Morning. You're late."
"Morning, yeah sorry - just assisting a potential new client."
I put Sirena's card on the desk in front of Helen.
"Sirena Poesia - Portrait Artist, interesting..."
"Fat cat."
"Oh great, we like the rich ones."
"No, she has a fat cat, wants me to pop round at 2 - keeps trying to eat her. Can you check the diary and see if I'm free and if not could you cover for me whilst I go?"
"Sure." She begins checking the diary.
"No Mrs Kerberos and Freddie the farting fox terrier?" I ask.
"...the first picture of you, the first picture of... err no she rang to say that she didn't think 'poor little Freddie' was up to it today."
"That's a relief. The first picture of you... I'm doing it now. Who's that by, oh don't tell me, erm, early 80s."
"The Lotus Eaters. 2pm is fine for your intriguing fat cat woman, I've put it in the diary. Right, well I better get ready for our first patient of the day," she says as she goes into the consultation room.
I go into the back to scrub up, I dry my hands and return to the front desk to look in the diary to see who's next.
"Helen, the entry for 9.30 - 10.00 says - 'Helen'!?"
"Yep, that's right, it's me, don't tell me you've forgotten!"
I walk into the consulting room and Helen is on all fours on the examination table with her beautiful round, bare bottom pushed into the air and a thermometer poked into her lusciously dark contrasting anus. She turns her head to reveal a set of fancy dress cat ears.
"Miaow. It's role play Wednesday!" she fanfares. I'd completely forgotten, but now I remembered the drunken chat we had the previous Friday about livening things up mid-week. Helen and I had fucked on several occasions in the past mainly after getting drunk. She was a divorcee and I'd confided in her about the state of my marriage to Pen. I'd like to take the moral high ground and think she was taking advantage of me, but that would be a lie, she was dirty and fun.
"OK, so your role is a cat and mine is..."
"You're a vet."
"Right OK, well I think I can manage that, the 15 years experience of being a vet will probably help."
"Well we may as well take advantage of the props."
"Let me just quickly lock the door."
"No, far more exciting if there's a prospect of getting caught." I have to admit, I liked her style.
"So Miss Troy, you better tell me about your pussy."
"I think it's feeling lonely, it's very hot and not been eaten in ages."
"Oh Matron!" I say in my best Kenneth Williams voice.
"Stop it! you'll ruin it, play along."
"Mmm, let me see if it's running a temperature." Placing one hand on her bum cheek, I slowly pull the thermometer from her puckered hole.
"It looks very hot to me.