Dasia awoke to the rays of orange and red illuminating the room. She was way off her 15 minute sleep time. She missed them, she was sure of it. She was sure the convention and those who attended already checked out and left for their respective places. She forgot her wig and headed down to the front desk to inquire about the doctor's convention. In stepping into the elevator Dasia saw her reflection and she froze before pressing the button to her destination. She saw her eyes sunken, her face flushed, and her hair disheveled. Her reflection changed her mind from the initial thought. No way was she going downstairs like that. No way. She ran back into the hotel room crying. Her world was falling apart. She needed to get a handle on her life. This was very important.

Dasia sat in front of the tiny vanity and applied her bright makeup and blonde wig. She added a dark shades just for effect and casually made her way to the desk to ask the info she needed. She was excited to see Doctor Sylvan after all. She knew he would be happy to see her. She also knew he would be the last on her list of doctors. He was the ultimate doctor she wanted to bed, then end his life. He was the reason she did all of this and now it all can end. He was her ultimate goal.

"Hi, can you tell me if the doctors for the convention checked out?"

"I'm sorry mam, we cannot divulge that info."

"Oh sorry, I am in hotel. I am with a guest here who actually is one of the doctors. He......ahm, wanted me to find a particular doctor."

"Maybe I can help you. What is the doctor's name?"

"Doctor Sylvan, please."

"Ah yes ma'am, he checked out a few hours ago."

"Anything else I can help you with?"

Dasia felt angry. She felt the need to scream and throw stuff at the woman smiling at her. She needed to let out her anger in some form, but her doctor was already dead, and doctor sylvan had left her all alone. Once again. She walked away angry, annoyed and weary.

The ride back to the room on the elevator was not a fun one. She looked around as she entered the room and saw the huge amount of mess she had made. She regretted every plate and glass thrown. It meant she had to clean without any help. So she did just that. Even in her anger, even amidst the raw emotions of loneliness, she did her duty as thoroughly as she can. She left the doctor on the bed like she would on any normal day, but the difference was with her. She had become tired of the routine. Doctor sylvan was two doors away from her and she missed her opportunity to quell the hurt and pain she felt. She had missed the opportunity to experience Doctor Sylvan when he was not manipulating her, and end here search for him.

Dasia put her disguise on, for the last time in the hotel, and shimmied her way through the doors. She would be in Venice by the time they noticed his lack of breathing. It won't be her problem what happened to the man she was with. She was now focused even more on finding doctor sylvan. She would head to Venice and on her five day off she would try to find more info about him in the place it all started. She would finally go home or at least where was home for her.

Dasia was in Doctor Sylvan's private office once again. He did not bother to ask about her day anymore and what were the hard parts of her days. He had stopped asking a few visits well before. She quietly took the two pills he offered and awaited the fuzzy feeling to take over. She waited for her body to completely shutdown, and it did. The doctor stood naked next to her as she sat on the chair and held out his hand for her to take. She did. He guided her to the tiny patient bed but not to lay down. This time she say in the bed while he leaned her head against the wall and dragged her legs and ass close to the edge. He was naked this time. Dasia hesitated a little then took his firm thickness in her hand to massage ever so slightly. Doctor Sylvan's hand enclosed around hers, stopping in mid stroke. He was already aroused and wanted nothing more but to invade her passage with what her hand had latched on to.

One swift painful thrust had him inside her. Deep. He pushed in one move and awaited her inside muscles to grow accustomed to his invasion. It did. He moved out, letting his member pull out just by the opening and then moved his pelvic regions forward insider her once again. Dasia's head tilted back and her mouth made a moaning sound. She really wanted to scream. The pain was a bit too much. Her body was being used without any permission granted. She was angry that he never sought to ask her permission.

Doctor sylvan was taking advantage of her body. He was not being caring about it. After a few minutes of him teasing her like that he became rough. His teasing sensual strokes increased and he started pumping harder and faster. His pelvis thrusted deeper and her walls were crying out, while her mouth was making other noises. She was moaning and gyrating against every hit Doctor Sylvan slammed into her genitals. Her core region was sore and pulsating as he continued his aggressiveness.

Her head as tilted, her hands grasping the edge of the bed, she was moaning and the good Doctor Sylvan was lost in his pummeling. He released inside her and slithered out as his thickness lost its rigor. He was perspiring, and she was lost as he left her empty now wanting something more to fill the space he once infringed on.

Dasia's headache became unbearable once again. She was on her flight and everything seemed to annoy the flesh off her skin. She had to take a double dose of her pills. Her usual dose was not making life endurable. She took a second dose and sat in her cabin crew chair awaiting the end of the flight. Something had to give, as these headaches were not helping, and she had to make sure she rationed her pills. Another release was needed and info on Doctor Sylvan. She closed her eyes and welcomed the calm that would be facilitated with her meds taken.