TV Multiverse 121 (Patreon)

After deciding to stop Ted from obsessing over Stella, he acted quickly. He liked Ted enough to protect him from the disaster of a woman who was still in love with her ex-husband, especially since the ex-husband in question was quite an annoying man.

Luckily, creating an opportunity wasn’t exactly that hard. He just needed to hack into the clinic’s scheduling system, check the details of the two appointments right before Ted, and then create some small inconveniences for the patients that made them reschedule at the last minute.

Ten minutes later, he called the reception, acting as if he was from a local newspaper, and asked if they would be willing to do a small favor to help them fill their pages.

Abby soon connected him to Stella, and he repeated the brief, with a slightly panicky tone, like he was scrambling for a last-minute interview that would help Stella advertise her work.

“This is your lucky day,” she said, her tone clipped with frustration but not unkind. “I don’t usually have time for it, but I have a rare opening in my schedule early afternoon. As long as you can be here by three, we can work.”

He arrived at the clinic twenty minutes early on purpose.

The clinic was nice but boring, with clean lines, soft lighting, the faint scent of antiseptic under expensive air fresheners. Abby sat behind the front desk, mid-twenties, dark hair pulled back, surprisingly pretty even though her glasses hid quite a bit.

He was glad that he had used his Perk to dim his handsomeness, which, combined with carefully selected loose clothing, meant that he wasn’t very impactful visually.

“You’re the photographer,” Abby said, sitting up straighter. “Dr. Stella’s three o’clock. You’re early.”

“It’s better early than late,” he said as he set the camera bag on the floor beside the desk and leaned a forearm against the counter, close enough to be friendly, not close enough to crowd. “Abby, right? We talked on the phone.”

“That’s me,” she said happily. “You’re lucky that we have had two cancellations. Otherwise, we’re swamped.”

He smiled. “I have always been lucky.” He let the word hang just long enough to be interesting. “How long have you worked here?”

“Two years,” she said, and they started chatting casually. She was starved for attention, which was weird for such a pretty girl, but he suspected her personality did a lot of work. Considering how hard she had worked to ruin Barney’s hook-ups once she realized that Barney had been lying, it was not too surprising.

Though, he suspected that if she had got rid of her glasses and dressed even remotely decently, the same craziness wouldn’t have stopped her.

She was very beautiful. And, luckily, he was good enough to make sure her craziness wouldn’t bounce on him.

They chatted a bit. Unsurprisingly, even without him acting, she got flirty. She leaned forward, resting both elbows on the desk. The movement gave him a deliberate view of the lace edge of her bra where her blouse shifted. It was a nice view. “I was supposed to be saving for college. Instead, I ended up working here.”

“I’m sure you’re really good,” he said, and she smiled enthusiastically. Curious, he also questioned whether she ever sang.

“Not for me. I’m horrible at singing,” she said. “But I always wanted to be a model.”

He hummed. He wasn’t surprised that she failed. Becoming a model was a surprisingly difficult path, all things considered, requiring far more than beauty. What he was doing with his models was not industry standard.

The real industry was far more merciless.

“You certainly have the beauty for it,” he flirted, but only after he made sure he had read her enough to be able to run the line between teasing her and making her obsessed with him.

Luckily, she was still obsessed with Ted.

Slowly, the air between them thickened, and she became even more careless about her attitude. He let his fingers settle on her forearm, thumb stroking once over the fabric while he talked to her about modeling.

Abby’s breath was getting hitched when a small light on her desk changed colors. “You can see the doctor,” Abby said, disappointed.

He smiled, caressing her cheek. “Thanks,” he whispered, and walked into the room. When he did, Stella was already at her desk, her outfit fixed, with a white coat over a tailored blouse and skirt, hair in a neat low twist, posture perfect.

Just based on the looks and aura, he couldn’t blame Ted for getting obsessed with her. She was smart, cultured, charismatic, and beautiful. If it wasn’t for her utter lack of spine when it came to her annoying ex, she would have been an amazing catch.

The only crack in the armor was the tightness around her eyes, overworked to an absurd degree, and tense in a way that someone that had abstained from sex for a long, long while.

She might claim that it was because she was busy, but it was clearly another reflection of her obsession with her ex.

Poor woman.

She looked up, assessed him in one efficient glance, and set the tablet aside. “Mr.…?”

“Just Ethan is fine.”

“All right, Ethan. You have forty-five minutes. What exactly are you looking for?”

“First of all, thanks for giving up your time. You’re a lifesaver, Doctor,” he said. “As for what I need, nothing much. We’ll have a little interview while I take a few candid photos that highlight your competence, and then I’ll send it to my friend for approval. You’ll have the right to final approval,” he explained.

“Your friend?”

“It’s for the paper of a good friend, but she’s dealing with a last minute child-care disaster, so I’m helping out,” he said, knowing it would work wonders on Stella.

“Understandable,” Stella said. “You’re a good friend.”

“Thanks.” With that, he pulled a recorder. “We’ll be recording.”

“Of course,” she said.

He started with the interview, as he needed her to relax. He didn’t come out flirting, but instead alternated between technical questions and soft rhetorical questions that were designed to pamper her.

“You know a lot about medicine,” she said.

He shrugged. “Just because I’m doing this as a favor doesn’t mean I didn’t do my homework,” he said, knowing a woman like Stella would appreciate competence, especially since he had intentionally used his perk to lower his handsomeness.

Stella played along with his flirting, as it was harmless.

From there, they took a few photos, mostly candid frames of her in her seat of power. “Wow, those are amazing,” Stella said. She was already relaxed after the interview, but seeing the pictures helped.

He was one of the best photographers … in the world.

“I can take a few more for your personal use if you want.”

“I can’t impose.”

“The least I can do as a favor for this last-minute thing,” he responded. “But, first, do you mind if we take a few pictures with you tending a patient?”

She shook her head. “I can’t violate the privacy of my patients.”

He laughed. “They don’t actually have to be patients. We can ask Abby if she wants to be the patient.”

Stella’s expression remained reserved, but something in her shoulders eased a fraction. “Fine, I’ll ask her,” she said, and left the room. She returned with Abby, who was looking very excited. “Abby, you can stay and play patient if he needs a second body in the frame, but keep it professional,” she warned, already overwhelmed by Abby’s enthusiasm.

Abby’s eyes lit with excitement. “Sure, Doctor.”

He didn’t immediately escalate. He asked Stella to stand near the window, then by the exam chair, then reviewed a chart. After a handful of frames, he turned the camera toward Abby as well, directing her into simple seated poses on the exam table while Stella remained in the background.

Then, he showed the pictures to Abby as well. “Those are amazing,” she said, excited.

“I pay attention.”

He let the compliment settle, then adjusted the lighting slightly, asking Stella to join. The next phase had gone less smoothly, because Abby did her best to take over the shot. Even popping out two buttons to show off her cleavage.

He was naturally at fault. He encouraged her easily with his body language and occasional eye contact, though she reacted even more intensely than he expected. And, his expectations were already high. Abby looked like a good girl, but she had surprisingly few boundaries.

“Abby,” Stella declared when she realized Abby had three buttons open, and her cleavage was getting a bit excessive.

“Come on, doctor,” she said. “It’s my first time modeling. Can’t I have a little fun? You don’t have to stay if you can’t handle it,” Abby said.

He was impressed, especially since he could sense that Abby wasn’t trying to make Stella act. She believed that what she said was being nice. It did just came out as catty.

“What do you mean if I can’t handle it?” Stella asked, offended.

Abby shrugged, casual. “I mean, Doctor. You’re very prudish, and you don’t date much. I wouldn’t want to push you outside your comfort zone.”

The words were innocent, and intended to be so, but with Abby’s tone, they came as an attack.

Stella’s chin lifted a fraction as annoyance flared. “I’m not shy, Abby. I’m just busy with work.”

He kept his voice mild, but acted as if she had already accepted. “Only if you’re comfortable. We can stop at any time.”

Stella caught his gaze. He knew exactly how to look innocent, amused by the fact that Stella managed to misread both of them. Stella held his gaze for a long second, then reached up and pulled the pins from her hair. Blonde waves fell around her shoulders, and she unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse.

“Much better,” he said as he ordered them for a few poses, which came out amazing. Abby, feeling enthusiastic, followed his silent directions and first rolled up her skirt to show off her thighs, then leaned forward while Stella ‘examined’ her.

“Since you’re a dermatolog, let’s for some realism. Abby, do you have any moles?”

“I have one in my back,” she said, her grin quick. She slipped off her top without hesitation, revealing a pretty lace bra. The temperature in the room seemed to rise, then she sat, posing.

Stella found herself hesitant, but she still followed, trying to hold on to her professional mask. Watching her unable to handle the moment, he understood her social life better. She was somewhat of a doormat, which explained her relationship with Ted and her ex at the same time.

She was still fun.

As a doctor, she was comfortable with nudity when it came to patients, but a photoshoot was a completely different context.

“Come on, Stella, keep up with Abby,” he said. Her professional mask started to crack, leaving behind someone hesitant. Yet, she followed the directions obediently. “Now, how about a little change. Abby, please wear the white coat and act as the doctor. Stella, you’re the patient,” he said.

Abby took that. “Yes, Doctor. Let’s make something interesting,” she said as she removed Stella’s white coat, but instead of putting it on immediately, she turned her back, snapped off her bra, and put the white coat on then.

Stella seemed shocked by that, but she didn’t stop Abby when she grabbed her shirt and pulled up, leaving her in a bra, though a far more boring one. “You need to be more careful about your underwear, doctor,” Abby whispered, getting in the mood.

He said nothing while Abby giggled, and used her position as a doctor to put Stella in some fun poses. Nothing too extreme, but this time, he had used the opportunity to fix their clothing.

Stella’s professional mask faded completely, replaced by something uncertain yet hungry. But, with her attention on him, she missed when Abby removed her skirt and panties as well, leaving herself wearing only the white coat and her glasses.

Abby looked very sexy.

The photos shifted. He moved closer, capturing the way Stella’s breath caught when Abby’s hand rested lightly on her waist for a pose, finally catching Abby’s nudity. Her lips parted, but she wasn’t able to say anything.

He didn’t miss the faint tremor in her thighs.

“Come on, doctor, you’re overdressed,” Abby said as she snapped off the bra. Stella covered her chest with her arms, but didn’t try to keep her bra on.

“Don’t worry, Stella. You look beautiful,” he said, his tone no longer calm and professional. The shoot continued for a while more, before Abby stopped caring about the limits, and pushed Stella against the examination table, spanking her ass for her camera.

Stella moaned rather than pushing Abby away.

“You’re doing it wrong, Abby,” he said, getting closer. He spanked Stella, something he was very good at. Stella shivered. “Look how I did, and repeat.”

Abby did, and while she did that, he put his hand to Stella’s inner thigh, caressing upward, pushing the skirt up as well. Soon, he found Stella’s core, sopping wet. Stella’s quick obedience surprised him at first, but then, it was a long while since she had tasted pleasure.

While he pulled back, Abby removed her skirt and pulled down her panties. “You look better this way, doctor,” Abby said, still innocent yet naughty at the same time.

With Stella naked and Abby wearing an open white coat, the theme had changed too much. Stella’s chest was rising and falling faster than the mild activity could explain.

“Last set,” Ethan said. “Only if you both want it.”

Stella’s opened her mouth, but Abby was faster, twisting Stella’s nipples. “Of course, we are. Right, doctor?.”

Stella moaned, and he focused on photographing them with focus, while Abby continued to break down the barriers between the two. The images were explicit, but not crude, his experience in photography paying dividends.

He didn’t even need to direct. Abby was happy to take control, while Stella tried to keep up and failed.

Luckily, she failed spectacularly. Soon, Abby directed Stella to kneel in front of her, her face pressing against her inner thigh, her nudity hiding nothing. Stella’s breath hitched audibly, her wetness visible. Abby glanced at him, caught the silent permission in his eye. “Give a kiss,” she said, keeping Stella’s face pressed against her inner thigh.

Stella shivered when he lay next to them, camera still in hand.

Her eyes widened, but she was aroused. “Do you need help?” he asked. She nodded desperately. “Excellent,” he said, brushing his hand over her body.

Her reaction was spectacular. He merely caressed her breasts before traveling down. All it took was a brush around her clit for her to climax. “Doctor?” Abby asked, surprised.

“It must have been a while since you have let yourself be touched,” he said even as he pulled her to his chest, enjoying her trembling.

“It … it has been a while,” Stella admitted, looking ashamed while avoiding his gaze.

He raised her chin. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Stella. It’s life,” he said, his rumbling tone working better than his words to let her relax. “But, let’s fix that pesky issue, alright?”

She nodded.

“Good,” he said as he kissed her, which was enough for her to surrender quickly. While he kissed her, Abby approached him from the other side, unzipped his pants, and started sucking him hard.

She knew what she was doing.

Frankly, Ted was truly missing out.

However, instead of saying anything to Abby, he deepened the kiss, one hand cradling the back of Stella’s head while the other slid down the length of her bare spine. She melted against him.

While he kissed her, Abby’s lips and tongue worked him with enthusiasm, taking him deep enough that soft, wet sounds filled the quiet consultation room.

They stayed there for a while, until Abby pulled back, grinning happily. He broke the kiss only long enough to speak. “On the examination table,” he ordered.

She obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the padded table and lying back. The white paper cover crinkled under her skin. Her thighs fell open almost shyly, the evidence of her earlier climax still glistening along her folds. Abby wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes bright as she watched.

Ethan stepped between Stella’s parted legs. He ran both hands up the insides of her thighs, spreading her wider, and simply looked for a moment at the flush across her chest, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the way her stomach tensed in anticipation.

He was tempted to tease her more, but considering how long she had been waiting, it would have been mean. He pushed in slowly, enjoying her loud moan.

Though, he was surprised when Abby followed up by climbing onto the table, facing him while straddling Stella’s head, her bare sex hovered just above Stella’s mouth. She looked down, waiting.

“It’s only fair for stealing her turn,” he teased as he pushed deeper. Stella moaned, but she followed up that by lifting her head and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Abby’s folds.

“Thank you, doctor. You’re the best,” Abby moaned as she settled her weight, rolling her hips greedily.

The three of them found a rhythm quickly. His strokes alternated between broad strokes and precise pushes, exploring her insides. Stella licked and sucked at Abby with growing confidence, her earlier shyness destroyed by the dual assault of pleasure, given and received. Abby reached down and pinched Stella’s nipples, rolling them between her fingers.

To reward her, he leaned to capture her rather amazing tits with his hands, his tongue occasionally joining in. The attack from two sides pushed Abby toward an arousal quickly, but Stella still came first, suddenly, and explosively, her thighs clamping around his waist in desperation.

[Achievement complete. Five Year Itch.

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Intelligence

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

He picked intelligence, as it was always useful. At the same time, he continued pumping Stella without mercy, until Abby climaxed as well, covering Stella’s face.

Abby lifted herself off Stella’s face. “How rude, clean her face,” he ordered.

“Good point,” Abby said with a smirk, and lay on top of Stella, covering her face with kisses before focusing on Stella’s lips. “My turn,” she added and kissed Stella.

Abby was surprisingly fun in bed … or in a medical office.

He positioned himself at Abby’s entrance. She was still fluttering from the orgasm, slick and open. He pushed in faster, and her walls accepted him readily. They moaned while he fucked Abby with deep, hard strokes. The examination table creaked softly. Abby’s wet sounds and soft curses mixed with the wet slap of skin.

He reached around Abby’s hip and found Stella’s clit with his fingers, rubbing in tight circles while he continued to drive into Abby. The dual stimulation made Abby’s thighs shake; she came with a sharp cry, soaking Stella’s chin and mouth.

The position was perfect for some nonstop fun. He pulled out of Abby, only to slip back to Stella in one smooth thrust and set a harder pace, hands locked on her hips, pulling her back to meet every stroke.

Abby’s hands roamed despite shivering. cupping Stella’s swinging breasts, sliding between her own legs, reaching back to stroke his balls whenever he bottomed out. He felt her third orgasm building in the way her walls fluttered and tightened. So he picked up speed, pounding her even harder until she climaxed.

This time, when he switched, he changed pose. He slipped inside Abby once again, but this time, he stood up, lifting Abby as well, her legs parted, giving a perfect show. “Wow, you’re strong for a photographer,” she moaned.

He chuckled, more interested in Stella’s fascinated expression as she watched them.

For the next hour and half, they explored Stella’s office openly, both of them running the orgasm counter high.

While Stella was collapsed against his chest while he was on her chair, he turned to Abby. He was aware that Ted would soon arrive. “Why don’t you go and make sure the next visitor doesn’t see anything, maybe cancel the rest of the sessions today? I don’t think Stella is fit for working,” he said. “We don’t want her patients to see her like that, right?”

Abby’s eyes widened. “Of course, we don’t,” she said, her tone happy enough to raise all kinds of alarms, grabbed her clothes and left.

Stella didn’t notice anything, mostly because she was dazed. “I have forgotten just how incredible orgasms could be,” Stella muttered.

He chuckled. “I’ll leave my number with you. Feel free to give me a call whenever you need some no-strings attached fun. I’m happy to stop by when I’m in town,” he said.

She hummed. He didn’t know if she would call, but he was happy to leave it to her. Instead, he focused on fucking her slowly while he positioned himself in a way that would stay hidden.

He suspected Abby didn’t leave the door cracked enough to show exactly what was going on, right before Ted was scheduled to arrive.

With Stella on his lap, kissing her ensured that. From the corner of his eye, she watched, only to see Ted enter, carrying flowers, only to drop them. Abby immediately rushed to him, gave him a hug, and then returned to close the door, acting unaware.

[Achievement complete. How I Met not-your-mother.

Challenge: Daring]

[+25 Perception

1 Platinum Skill

1 Platinum Reward]

He would have felt bad for Ted, but this time, he had literally been saving him a world of trouble. Robin might have been his longest heartbreak, but Stella was the worst.

Though, a daring reward was still a welcome surprise. It must be once again about some boost from plot importance, as well as the rather memorable scene.

After all, at this moment, he impacted it quite a bit. This time, he ignored Stat. Reward was equally easy to ignore, as he suspected it would be something related to hospitals. Not necessary. Instead, he picked the skill.

[Expert Chemistry]

[Elite Skill: You are a notable chemist, both theoretical and experimental. You can develop cutting edge new theories, run complex experiments, synthesize synthetic materials or develop drugs - both medical and criminal kind.]

He hummed, as he didn’t expect that. But then, as a doctor, it would make sense for her to be a chemistry major before getting into medical school.

Either way, it was a fine reward.

One that she deserved a reward for. Maybe he would make sure she didn’t get back with her asshole ex, which must have been a miserable existence…