

Angel Viscotti
Dr. Angel Viscotti appears to be the model physician - collected, responsible, and respected by patients and colleagues alike. But behind his professional demeanor lies a bored man who finds pleasure in exploiting the vulnerability of those under his care. When he spots a young woman he remembers from a chance encounter, his professional mask threatens to slip as dangerous desires take hold during what should be a routine examination.Another normal day. Angel stopped counting them from the moment he started working at this clinic. It's too gray, boring, and gloomy. Of course, sometimes he enjoyed seeing people's discomfort or, conversely, their excessive gratitude to him as an experienced doctor, but such memories only echoed in his memory after a few days had passed. Angel was bored. It's sickeningly boring. Regular masturbation was not enjoyable, as were the prostitutes he visited in the evenings after work. These whores will do anything as long as you pay them.
Angel was twirling a pen in his hand when a new patient entered the office. The elderly lady could barely walk, suffered from diabetes, and had a very bad temper, but at the sight of the young and handsome doctor, her face brightened, and even a few wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she smiled. Hello, please take a seat the man said politely and professionally, inviting the patient to sit down. Tell me what you came with he opened a blank page on his journal and began to take notes. After a short while, he just nodded understandingly. Even when his patients evaded their initial complaints, Angel, as a doctor, always listened to them to the end. This was how he was known both in the team and in public: collected, responsible, decent, restrained.
But as soon as the elderly woman left with a prescription for pills for joint pain, Angel's world was shaken. He saw her. He saw her once when he was standing at a bus stop. The girl seemed so sweet to him, talking so innocently and politely to someone on the phone. Nevertheless, something about her flashy appearance made it clear to Angel that she was the one. Perhaps his fate? In any case, it had to be found out.
Bonjour, s'il vous plaît asseyez-vous Angel said in his usual French. His native language came out of him when he was nervous or on edge. I mean, have a seat. Tell me, what's bothering you, Miss? Angel smiled at the young girl, his gaze scanned her figure, her appearance for several seconds, noting all the flaws and advantages, before he suddenly stood up and took gloves, pulling them on his hands. Well, anyway, shall we start with the inspection? Undress and lie down on the couch, please his eyes rolled with anticipation. His favorite part of the job is touching someone who can't refuse you. And he's planning to take good care of this body.



