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Archive name: bug.txt (MF, voy, reluc)
Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Bugging Tiffany 

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Bugging Tiffany (MF, voy, reluc)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)

***

A woman's trip to the doctor, helps my case. At least 
that's my excuse.

***

Last summer, I was put in charge of investigating a 
local lawyer. We had heard through snitches that he was 
trying to bribe witnesses in a civil case that he had 
pending against a large insurance company. We got the 
clearance for a wiretap on his phone, and we also had 
him under partial surveillance. 

I was working the wiretap one morning when his wife, 
Tiffany, got a call from her friend, Victoria. I knew I 
was supposed to stop listening, to stop the tape when 
the call turned personal, but I was never one to follow 
rules too slavishly. And I did want to get to know the 
guy's wife a little better. She was a sexy brunette 
with sparkling green eyes and a body that, frankly, I 
found perfect. 

She also had this sexy accent that I just couldn't 
place, but enjoyed nevertheless. The main reason I kept 
listening, however, was the topic of conversation: the 
woman's annual trip to the doctor. 

The transcript of the call: 

Tiffany: "Hi Vic, I knew you'd call today." 

Victoria: "Yeah, so tell me, how did your appointment 
go?" 

Tiff: "You bad girl! You know a woman's trip to her 
doctor is private." 

Vic: "You know you're just dying to tell me. I still 
can't believe you go back to that guy, year after 
year." 

Tiff: "He's a good doctor.... H-he's just...." 

Vic: "A little perverted." 

Tiff: "Shut up! Ok, maybe a little, but he's never 
touched me longer than he's supposed to." 

Vic: "I know, but do his female patients really have to 
be nude for the entire exam?" 

Tiff: "I think he's just a little old fashioned. I 
guess that's how they did it back in his day. And he's 
kind of cute, for an old dude." 

Vic: "You and your old man fetish." 

Tiff: "Shut up! At least the doctor still notices me." 

Vic: "Things still bad at home, huh?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, give him his golf and his bourbon and he's 
a happy camper." 

Vic: "You're not thinking of cheating, are yah, Tiff?" 

Tiff: "No, not really, I just need to feel alive again. 
I'm like starting to do stuff." 

Vic: "Stuff? Tell me." 

Tiff: "Yeah, silly stuff, like dressing up really sexy 
and walking the mall, before school gets out." 

Vic: "You're such a little tease." 

Tiff: "I know it's wrong, but it's innocent and kind of 
a cheap thrill, just turning heads." 

Vic: "And with that body, I'm sure you sprained many an 
old dude's neck!" 

Tiff: "Whatever! A couple of days ago I even wore my 
smallest bikini and went rollerblading around the 
neighborhood. Then, leaving my license at home, I went 
for a drive on the highway, really fast." 

Vic: "ARE YOU CRAZY?" 

Tiff: "What? I wore my seatbelt." 

Vic: "No, not that. You know what they would've done to 
you if they'd pulled you over." 

Tiff: "I know, it was silly, but all's I got was a 
warning." 

Vic: "A warning? Who pulled you over, a state trooper?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, funny, he was really nice. I guess I 
talked my way out of it." 

Vic: "And the bikini didn't hurt either, but you were 
still lucky, you know...." 

Tiff: "I know, I know. It was stupid. I cringe thinking 
about what might have happened to me, had he brought me 
in to their station." 

Vic: "You know EXACTLY what would have happened." 

Tiff: "I know, I still remember what Mrs. Palmer told 
us about her search. I just wondered what it must feel 
like to have no choice, but to have to do what you're 
told." 

Vic: "It sounds scary! But will you get back to the 
doctor, so I can get the picture of Mrs. Palmer, naked, 
out of my head, please?" 

Tiff: (giggling) "Ok, ok." 

Vic: "What did you finally decide on wearing?" 

Tiff: "Now, who's the bad girl?" 

Vic: (giggles) 

Tiff: "Well, I went with the business suit look. You 
know, sexy, but sophisticated." 

Vic: "Was it that nice light blue one?" 

Tiff: "No, it was black, and stop interrupting me. I 
will tell yah in full detail what happened, 'cause I 
know that you get your kicks out of it." 

Vic: "You know I do. I've been married for 20 years 
now, so If you hear a buzzing sound in the 
background...." 

Tiff: "Oh brother! (giggling) Is that what I have to 
look forward to? Anyways, like I said, it was a black 
one to match my high heels. I went with a simple white 
bra and panties set underneath and some white mesh 
thigh high stockings." 

Vic: "Blouse?" 

Tiff: "Nah...it would have been just one more thing to 
take off." 

Vic: "Lets go, get to the good stuff." 

Tiff: "Alright, alright, so I get to his office, and 
I'm kind of nervous. Not so much from the nudity part, 
but you know, just nervous at what he might find." 

Vic: "You're as healthy as a horse!" 

Tiff: "Geez Thanks. But you never know. Plus he didn't 
do a rectal exam last time, so I knew...." 

Vic: "Owww.... This is the year!" 

Tiff: "Yeah, that was in my head too. I could already 
see myself on my hands and knees, on his exam table, 
naked as a jaybird, hearing him snap on that glove." 

Vic: "God!" 

Tiff: "I know, so I'm sitting in his office, flipping 
through a mag, when his old nurse comes over, and she 
sits down next to me. It was weird." 

Vic: "What'd she say?" 

Tiff: "Well, she tells me that Doctor Adams had a car 
accident, and he'd be laid up for a little while, 
nothing major, and that they had another doctor 
covering his patients. She also asked if I wanted to 
leave and reschedule." 

Vic: "You left, right? I mean they should have called 
you." 

Tiff: "I was going to. I wasn't happy, but he came out 
front a couple of seconds later, talking with a kind of 
heavy woman. And then he looked at me." 

Vic: "What he do, faint?" 

"Tiff: "Shut up! No, he just looked real nervous as he 
came over. We talked, and I found out that this was his 
very first day on his own. I don't know who was more 
nervous, me or him, as we walked into the exam-room." 

Vic: "You stayed?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, he told me a lot of patients had cancelled 
on him. I kind of felt bad for him, and he was sort of 
puppy dog cute." 

Vic: "'Puppy dog cute'?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, it wasn't like he was that attractive 
looking. He wore these thick glasses that seemed to 
always slide down his nose, and his hair was really 
messy. But his skin was clear, and he smelled good. It 
was just the way he seemed so shy and uneasy. It 
was...cute." 

Vic: "So...." 

Tiff: "Well, he left me with the nurse, who did her 
stuff. I'm starting to get nervous, but she said 
everything was fine. She took some blood and then went 
out to get the doc." 

Vic: "Where you naked?" 

Tiff: "Not yet, you ninny! That's saved for the doctor, 
of course." 

Vic: "But she's still there, too?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, she gets to watch, too. I kept thinking, 
why couldn't the little blonde nurse be working today! 
Whoever came up with that rule, anyways? Did they think 
it was easier on us that way? Like I wanted to be naked 
in front of that old hag, too!" 

Vic: (giggles) 

Tiff: So, anyways, they both come back in, and now I'm 
really nervous. It feels like I'm 18 again. It also 
feels like the first time I went to Doctor Adams, like 
what, I'm thirty two, so some twelve years ago. But I 
know he's nervous too, and I don't want to be catty, 
but I did see his last patient, and I certainly 
knew...." 

Vic: "That you had a better body." 

Tiff: "Well, yeah. That doesn't make me stuck up, you 
know." 

Vic: "I know." 

Tiff: "I also wondered how many naked women he'd seen. 
I mean this was his first day on his own. Although he 
did say that he'd assisted Doctor Adams for a couple of 
weeks, before the accident, so I knew he'd seen some. 
But anyways, the first thing he does is apologize." 

Vic: "Apologize?" 

Tiff: Yeah, for everything, and then he says he still 
has to follow Doctor Adams's rules, 'causes it's his 
office. I knew what he meant. It was kind of sweet, 
actually. He sat on his stool and took some time to 
look over my medical records. He assured me that 
everything was fine so far, and then he asked me if I 
was ready to begin." 

Vic: "Here it comes." 

Tiff: "Yep, that's what I was thinking. He stands and 
picks up a tongue depressor, and it's time to say 
ahhh.... I know it's weird, but I always think about 
what the doctor must be thinking, as he checks my mouth 
with that thing.... Anyways, he checks my eyes and ears 
next. He feels around my throat for a couple of 
seconds, and then he picks up that thingy that he 
sticks in his ears." 

Vic: "Stethoscope." 

Tiff: "Yeah, that thingy, but I knew what that also 
meant." 

Vic: "Time to get naked!" 

Tiff: "Yeah, he told me to take off my outerwear. I 
stood up and took off my jacket and skirt and hung them 
up on the clothes tree. When I turned around I was a 
little surprised that he told me to take a seat, 'cause 
Doctor Adams usually has me naked by now. This one 
starts on my back with his scope and then goes around 
front. He's also not watching my chest rise and fall, 
as I breath in and out, like I'm used to. He lets me 
know that everything sounds fine, so someone taught him 
well. He puts his 'scope back on the tray. I take a 
deep breath, this time without instruction, 'cause...." 

Vic: "It's breast exam time." 

Tiff: "Yep.... Again, I don't know who was more 
nervous. He even seemed to have trouble saying 'bra.' I 
think he even called it a 'thing.' Well, I handed my 
'thing' to the nurse, who hung it with my other 
clothes, while I covered my breasts with my hands. And 
then, with her on one side, and the young doc on the 
other, he guides my right hand off my breast and behind 
my head. My left hand drops. My breasts are all his 
now. His hand didn't go right for my breast, though. 
Instead he started under my arm, slowly working his way 
there. Finally, he starts pushing down on my right 
breast. His hands are much softer than Doctor Adams's 
are, but he was kind of shaky, too. He took his time." 

Vic: "You have a lot to examine." 

Tiff: "They ain't that big." 

Vic: "Really now, you're a D cup easy." 

Tiff: "36C! Thank you very much." 

Vic: "Uh huh." 

Tiff: "Anyways, he asked me several times if I was 
okay, as he examined the other one." 

Vic: "Were yah?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, and he said everything was fine, thank 
God! But he still checked my breasts again, this time 
while I was on my back. One thing he did do that 
startled me was check my nipples." 

Vic: "Your nipples?" 

Tiff: Yeah. Girl, was I embarrassed." 

Vic: "They were hard, weren't they?" 

Tiff: "Y-Yeah, yours get hard too, you know!" 

Vic "Yeah, but they're not as long -- or as pink -- as 
yours are." 

Tiff: "I know, all the women in my family have them, 
but sometimes I wish I didn't. And this was one of them 
times. I also wish I never showered with you at the 
gym. Anyways, I didn't want him to think I was a 
pervert or something. It was just kind of cold in the 
room, and his hands were soft and whatever. I mean he 
was rolling them with his finger and thumb." 

Vic: (giggles) 

Tiff: "I couldn't help it! Anyways, after he checks the 
other nipple, I had gotten through the breast exam for 
another year. He surprised me by telling me to get up 
and walk back and forth a couple of times. He said it 
was to check my posture or something." 

Vic: "Wait! Did you still have your heels on?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, and just my panties and thigh high 
stockings." 

Vic: "And don't forget your erect nipples. He must have 
loved that!" 

Tiff: "Maybe...but he was professional. Although, he 
was wearing a large white lab coat. So I don't know, he 
could have been sporting a woody." 

Vic: (giggling) You're so bad." 

Tiff: "Oh, and then he checks my spine. I had to bend 
over and touch my toes...a couple of times." 

Vic: "Tell me you weren't wearing a thong?" 

Tiff: "Well, yeah. I only wear thongs, you know that." 

Vic: "I also would kill for an ass like yours." 

Tiff: "Owww...You're such a sweet talker. So, I go to 
sit down, and the doctor clears his throat. The old 
nurse taps me on the shoulder and says, 'Well, while 
you're up...." 

Vic: "She wanted your panties, huh?" 

Tiff: "Yeah, I think the doctor was too nervous to ask. 
I even had to slip them off right in front of her. I 
was back to being nervous, 'cause, while I was doing 
this, the doctor had snapped out the stirrups." 

Vic: "I hate them things." 

Tiff: "Me too! And will you stop interrupting me! Ah, 
now where was I? Oh, he raised the back of the seat, 
too, before I sat down. I just sat there, almost afraid 
to move. He helped guide me into position. Left leg up 
and then the right, then slowly apart, before he sits 
down on his stool and swings the light over. Like it's 
not bright enough in there. I never know what to do 
with my hands, so I just folded them over my stomach. I 
mean he's seen and felt my breasts, anyways. Plus his 
eyes are focused elsewhere. 

"Before he starts, he asks me if I want him to explain 
what he's doing, or do I want him to just do it. I 
think for a sec, and settle for just doing it and 
getting me out the hell out of there. I mean, it's not 
my first time, and being naked is one thing, but having 
things put into you, well, that's another. 

"He starts by rubbing some lubricant onto my pussy. I'm 
kind of thankful, because now at least I had an excuse 
why it was so shiny. Yet, I am a little embarrassed 
'cause I'm waxed down there. I wondered if the heavy 
woman was? Anyways, he starts moving my pussy lips 
around with his fingers, doing an external exam. Wow, 
do I wish they weren't so prominent! He spreads them 
apart with his fingers, and I groan as the lubrication 
keeps them there. I see him lubricate a finger, and I 
brace myself, 'cause I know where that finger is going. 

"He sticks it in me. I gasp. He apologizes, quickly 
taking it out. I see that his face is flushed. At least 
I wasn't the only one, I thought. I took a deep breath 
and told him that I was ready now. 

"This time he slides his finger in slowly. I bite my 
lips. Was it more than one finger, or did he just have 
fat fingers? I wondered, as I had to do everything I 
could to suppress a moan. His other hand was pressing 
down on my stomach. At least he was working quickly. 

"He grabbed a tool off the tray. I didn't know what it 
was, but it looked like a shoe horn. He lubed it up and 
put it inside of me. He used it to pull me open. I 
guess he was doing an internal exam now. Maybe I should 
have asked! Doctor Adams usually just uses his fingers. 

"With my p-pussy pulled open, he ran his fingers along 
my lips. My body shuddered when he hit my clit. He 
apologized again, but said he had to examine that, too. 
I had to grind my teeth as he pulled back on the hood. 
I closed my eyes tight, only after I got a glimpse of 
it. I didn't want to cum in his face. If he had rubbed 
my clit one more time, I think I would have, but then 
he took the tool out of me. 

"I cringed when he picked up the speculum. At least he 
gave me a couple of minutes to relax. I could smell my 
arousal. I knew from where he was sitting he definitely 
could, too. The old nurse flashed me a 'here-it-comes' 
look when she caught my eye. The young doctor was a 
little uneasy with the speculum, but he finally got it 
in place and opened it with a snap. After a quick look 
with a penlight, he took his samples and thankfully 
took the cruel device out. I took a deep breath, 
figuring the exam was over, but I forgot...." 

Vic: (almost inaudible) "Rectal exam." 

Tiff: "Uh huh. I climbed into the humiliating position. 
He apologized yet again, as he snapped on a rubber 
glove. Why do they always have to snap it on? With me 
in the doggie position, my heels dangling off the end 
of the table, I felt his hand on my ass. My body 
quivered as I felt my ass cheeks pulled aside. Of 
course, he told me to relax. What a joke! He was about 
stick his finger up my asshole. 

"It was so strangely exciting, but also humiliating. I 
mean, here is this young guy I just met like twenty 
minutes ago, and now, just because he's a doctor, he's 
fingering my ass. Something I wouldn't even let my 
husband do! 

"A sudden jolt shoots through my body when I feel 
something bigger than a finger being pushed into my 
asshole. I snapped my head around. I saw the rectal 
thermometer, half in my asshole, half in his hand, and 
I sighed, because for one quick second I thought.... I 
mean, I should have known it wasn't.... Maybe I should 
have taken the explaining option after all. But why 
this? Even Doctor Adams never took my temperature this 
way. I was too embarrassed to ask. 

"The worst part of the whole thing might have been the 
clean up. The doctor took out the thermometer, and then 
the nurse helped me flip over onto my back. She was 
kind of rough, as she wiped in between my legs, with a 
damp cloth, before she brought my knees to my chest and 
wiped my asshole too. All while the young doctor 
watched. At least they left me alone to dress. My 
yearly exam was finally over. 

"After I dressed, I was walking out of the exam room 
and down the hall, when the nurse passed by with a 
pretty blonde teenaged girl. She was probably here for 
her first exam, judging from what the nurse was saying 
to her and by her petrified expression. I wondered if 
she knew what was in store for her?" 

Vic: "Or if she'd like it as much as you did!" 

Tiff: "Did not." 

Vic: "Did too." 

Tiff: "Did not." 

Vic. "Did too." 

This is when Tiffany hung up on her friend, and I 
stopped the tape. 

For the next two weeks I listened in on her 
conversations. I knew that a bored housewife was not a 
new phenomenon, but I really felt for this one. Her 
husband had a real jewel here, and he treated her 
miserably. It seems that they hadn't had sex in months, 
and she was getting desperate. Her search for adventure 
was starting to go from silly to dangerous. 

She had seemingly spent much of her time alone, 
watching TV and movies. She was talking to Victoria one 
night about a movie where a beautiful woman wondered 
into this run-down bar. She didn't have any money. The 
manager offered her all the drinks she wanted for a 
dance. She found herself up on the bar dancing, as a 
crowd of men gathered round. What she didn't know was 
that she would have to take it all off before they 
would let her down. In the movie, she ended up driving 
off into the sunset with some hunk. Tiffany gushed 
about how exciting it was to watch her strip, while 
Victoria called her crazy. 

She was starting to cross the line between fantasy and 
reality. One night I followed her to this biker bar. 
She was by herself, dressed in next to nothing. I kept 
an eye on her just to make sure she was safe. She 
didn't stay long, as I think she knew she was in over 
her head with these guys. This wasn't a movie. I had a 
feeling that, if she kept this up, something really bad 
was going to happen to her. Working undercover, it 
should have been none of my business. But after weeks 
of snooping, I was beginning to think of her as, well, 
someone I ought to be protecting. 

I continued to listen in, even after we had officially 
called off the investigation, due to a lack of 
evidence. I was now on my own. She talked to Victoria 
every day. And one day it was different. I knew 
something was wrong; she was pissed. It seems she found 
out that a large sum of money was missing from their 
savings. And when she confronted her husband, he 
admitted to using the money for bribes. I banged my 
fist on the table -- we finally had the bastard. There 
are few things I love more than busting a crooked 
lawyer. 

Yet, the more I thought about it, the more I hesitated. 
Once I'd calmed down, I knew I really had pretty much 
nothing. Since the investigation had been canceled, the 
tap was no longer legal. It was hearsay anyway, and she 
couldn't testify because of spousal privilege -- so it 
was inadmissible. (At least it would have been on "Law 
and Order.") It could maybe get the bastard disbarred, 
maybe, but it was sure to hurt Tiffany. She would be 
the innocent victim in a huge scandal. But I was the 
only one who had heard her conversation, and I had the 
only copy of the tape. So I had some thinking to do. 

As a law man, I knew what I probably should have done, 
but.... 

A couple of days later, I found myself parked in front 
of her house, dressed in plain clothes. Her husband was 
in court, so I knew she'd be alone. I was a little 
nervous, as I knocked on the door. She was wearing a 
housecoat when she came to the door. After an awkward 
introduction, she invited me in. 

Once inside, I let her know what I really did for a 
living, and what I had been doing, and, most 
importantly, what I had heard. After some initial 
anger, she sat down and listened to my plan. It was 
simple, really. I would let him win the case. (With 
those bribed witnesses, it would be a slam dunk.) As a 
result, he'd collect the large contingency fee that 
went with it. (One thing I hate worse than scumbag 
lawyers is corrupt insurance companies. And the funny 
thing is that, in this case, scumbag's client actually 
did deserve to win.) 

I told her to make sure the money was deposited into 
HER bank account. Then she could divorce the scumbag 
and get on with her life. I also gave her a copy of the 
tape, along with some police reports that only really 
said that her husband was under investigation, but 
could be made to look like more by a good divorce 
attorney. (Altogether, this stuff would give her pretty 
good leverage in the divorce.) 

She went into the next room to hide the swag. When she 
returned, it didn't go unnoticed that she had somehow 
lost the housecoat. She was now wearing only a pair 
white short-shorts and clingy red top. I stood up and 
forced myself to head for the front door. She rushed 
over and caught me just as I was about to open it. 

She spun me around and looked up at me with those green 
eyes. "What then?" she asked. 

"Then?" I said. I peered at her, out of a cloud of 
lust. 

"Yeah, after the divorce?" 

"Then," I added, trying to regain my wits, "maybe you 
find someone closer to your age." I winked. 

She answered with a little smile that went away when I 
pulled out the cuffs and slapped them on her. She 
sputtered. and I just laughed. If she wanted to know 
what it was like to be strip-searched, well, she was 
going to find out -- Deputy Duffy style. 

I knew that the tape and the documents could come back 
to haunt me sometime, even though I had done my best to 
cover myself, and no one else was aware of them. And I 
also knew that my lust for Tiffany could never turn 
into real love. But I'll deal with those things one day 
at a time. I wasn't too worried. After all, I might 
butt-fuck Lady Justice once in a while, but it all 
generally works out okay in the end. 

Sometimes it's good to be the law (or, from the sound 
of it, the doctor). 

But I still have to find out who that state trooper 
was, because if he had done his job, this whole story 
would have unfolded differently. I'm going to either 
thank him or clobber him. 

I haven't decided yet which. 


The End

Thanks for reading my tale.
Any feedback appreciated.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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