Dasia got up from her 15 minute break and started cleaning the hotel room. The process would take hours but she had a few to spare until her flight. Her profession as a cabin crew member had her country hopping and she loved it. She loved the excitement of meeting new people. She tried her hardest not to indulge in intimacy during her travels. She tried hard, however when a doctor is spotted on her flights she lost a little control and needed to satisfy her need. One day she would find him again but until then, they would do.

Dasia found it easy to lure the men to her hotel room. Her sexy skin tone screamed minority to her victims. They saw her and felt the need to protect. Her darkened melanin, light brown eyes and au natural hair made men gravitate easily to her. Her thick thighs were always accompanied with stilettos. A thing she noticed men seem to like especially from their stewardess. She acted like she did not care for them, even though her focus were mainly on doctors. Hurting them as Doctor Sylvan did to her over a period of time.

Doctor Sylvan took that first opportunity to break down barriers between them. He had built a trust with her and she felt that she needed to reciprocate and show her appreciation. She never told anyone about that encounter. Sad thing is, she didn't remember much though as she was high on meds. She did remember his hand caressing her. Comforting her and his voice accompanying the gesture. She didn't, however, remember the specific act that was done that first time.

The second time Doctor Sylvan went a little further by letting her experience her first orgasm. She knew that is what it was only after the incident. Doctor Sylvan called her late an evening when the skies were turning an orange. Reminding her of the trees outside that kept turning when the climate was hot which was why she remembered the time of day. On days like that she wished she could sit in the pool for the entire time.

She went to his office taking a little more pride in her appearance, as best she can as she was living in an institute. He gave her another two pills again and left her to relax for a few minutes this time. She sat still enjoying the calmness from the medication until she felt his hand guiding her once again to his patient bed. She lay back and scooted her skirt up a little, knowing exactly what was coming. Doctor Sylvan smiled and enjoyed how acquiesce she was.

"Oh my beautiful Dasia, you are what I need."

Doctor Sylvan hands slipped to her core and dipped inside of her. She moaned softly enjoying his ministrations. She started to like his fingers and what they were doing to her. Last time she vaguely remembered he stopped as she felt an intense feeling bubbling inside her. This evening he seemed to be pushing her further more to experience that intensity. Her body jerked a little, rising off the bed. Her hands grasped the sheets and she wanted more of something. Not sure what, she just wanted more. His two fingers were feverishly working on adrenaline now. Faster and harder inside and outside of her. She wanted more.......... More............... then it happened. She felt a bubble burst and slumped onto the bed.

Her eyes opened and she looked at his face. Doctor Sylvan was watching her intensely. Even with what just transpired Dasia knew that it was not right. She knew this was not a proper doctor/patient relationship. While she did enjoy what exchanged between them she felt naked as he dismissed her.

Should she tell someone about this? Should she tell a nurse or write to her parents and maybe they will take her away? Part of her liked the experience, but she didn't want to be on drugs while being fondled. She vowed to talk with Doctor Sylvan next time.

Dasia was close to finishing her stint in the hotel room. She propped the doctor's head on the pillow, pulling the covers up, taking a last look around. She donned her platinum blonde wig, dark shades and walked out the room with her attaché. Making sure maids and other people on the floor saw her. Her last stop would be the front desk. With a heavy British accent she asked for privacy, giving the room number. They won't find him for another few hours. She would be on another plane by then. Being a cabin crew member had its perks and she smiled inwardly feeling accomplished about her work laying upstairs unknown to the world.

She did not care about what happened though. She never listened to news to see if it was picked up by anyone. She just did what she wanted and left. Each time their death was different. Each person was different. Until she found him they would pay for his advantageous nature. On her body and also on her mind.

She walked out and headed to the airport to another destination. She spoke with fellow crew members but never really spent time with them. She made sure to keep to herself while being friendly enough so no one would suspect that the night before she killed. She was a killer and her crew members, and even passengers would say she was kind and so sweet. They never knew her inner struggles to plaster that smile each day, or overcome the depressive states that may arise in her. She walked with her pills and religiously took them at the times allotted. A day never went by when she forgot. She never forgot to take her pills. She never forgot those crucial 15 minutes after swallowing. Since leaving the hospital she never had to fight to get her time alone so the meds and her body can take full effect. Dasia sat down on the plane and forced her mind to forget the doctor in the hotel room, rotting away. He should rot. He deserved to die. He probably took advantage of his patients just as Sylvan did. As she said the name in her head she felt a slight pressure rise. It was years she hadn't thought about referring to him by his surname. The pressure was not going away, but it wasn't enough to stop her from functioning. She smiled and responded to the passenger who rang for attention, while feeling that slight pressure nagging in her head.

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