Standalone Stories featuring Belle

Cures in the Cracks

Was I a bad person?

If you asked my buddies that question, they'd jokingly tell you yes. Tell you that I was a fraud doctor who only got into the chiropractic profession so I could get my hands on beautiful women. That under the guise of alternative medicine, I'd given myself free rein to touch body parts without instantly being thumped with a harassment claim.

I did enjoy treating an attractive female, sure. But those occurrences were so few and far between, especially for my struggling practice. My usual fare consisted of arthritic senior citizens, heavyset folks with bad backs, or car accident victims who'd rather be anywhere else.

So, when a sexy blonde model in her twenties glides into my clinic on her own volition, can you really blame me for jumping at the opportunity to treat her? To dote on her a bit more, give her special attention? It wasn't every day that I won the patient lottery.

SESSION 1Initial Assessment

My professional integrity was tested the day she walked in. How she'd even discovered my practice, I had no clue. When my assistant escorted her into my compact treatment room, it was like heaven opening a radiant portal to let one of their angels grace the presence of mere mortals like myself.

"Hi, I'm Belle Adelson," she said.

I gulped in my throat to clear it. "I'm Dr. Derek Worthy."

I closed the door from the inside to give us some privacy, my mouth starting to salivate like a hungry dog at the sight of juicy steak.

"Where do you want me?" she asked.

I wanted to say,bend over my table, please, pants down and legs spread.Instead, I nonchalantly pointed to my treatment table.

"So Belle, what brings you in today?" I asked.

"Self-care. My body's basically my job. I'm a model."

"Interesting. You do the whole runway thing?"

"Mostly print and digital. For swimsuits, under-apparel, stuff like that."

I took the opportunity to scan her body (like a doctor should!). She fit the bill all right: slim hourglass profile, flat stomach, and distinct curves that justified the existence of the bikini industry.

"I've never been to a chiro before," she said. "Had plenty of massages though. Do I take my clothes off?"

I was thrown askew by the question. Was she seriously asking, or just pulling my leg? I regarded her face, those mesmerizing blue eyes were oozing sincerity, seeking a sincere answer in return.

I could feel a surge of adrenaline, my heart rate spiking. My thoughts went to my buddies' accusations for why I wanted to be a chiropractor. I hated how, in this very moment, they were going to be validated...

"Your shirt and bottoms off, please," I said. "I need to assess your spine."

"Sure, no problem," Belle replied, slipping her crop top off, followed by her capri pants.

She presented herself in a sports bra and compression shorts, both a milky shade of orange. It reminded me of those creamsicles I loved devouring in the hot summer as a kid.

"Stand please," I said. Then I nestled right behind her rear, so cognizant of how close my crotch was to the curve of her rump.

I placed two fingers on her mid back and palpated slowly, tracing down the length of her spine. Every point of contact sent electric pulses through my arms, straight down to my balls, churning the turbine that powered my urges.

"How's my back looking, Doc?" she asked, breaking me from my reverie.

"I'll tell ya in a bit," I said, using the opportunity to palpate again, this time, with both my thumbs in the crests of her sacrum, so close to that sumptuous creamsicle-colored treat of an ass.

My fingers then made a return trip, a measured journey back up her spine. I paused at her upper back when I reached the wide band of her sports bra. I let out ahmmphsound to test her reaction.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"This part of your thoracic spine feels locked up. I need to assess it without constrictions."

"Oh, you mean my sports bra? I can take it off if you need," she said.

For all intents and purposes, she didn't need to lose her bra. I could've easily palpated over her band. But fuck, I couldn't help myself. The juicy steak was being served right to me, aroma wafting into my nostrils, the cut perfectly seared for my consumption.

"Yes, go ahead and remove it please," I said.

With her back toward me, Belle slipped her fingers below the hem at her torso, then pulled the tight material up and over. My horny mind was playing welcome tricks on my ears, assuring me I'd heard the sound of her ample breasts flopping out of fabric.

Belle walked seven steps forward to place her sports bra atop the counter. As she spun to return, she brought her forearm up to cover her chest. I courteously averted my eyes—for now.

When she returned with her back to me, her arm still masking her bust, my inner demon decided to make another cameo...

"Belle, if you don't mind placing your arm back down at your side, I need to assess your natural standing posture."

"Of course," she replied, complying without confrontation.

Cha-ching!I had her right where I wanted. Over her shoulder, a full-length mirror was fastened on the opposite wall. It gave me a reflection of her frontside, of those two natural mounds that sat beautifully on her chest. It was too bad there wasn't a chiropractic adjustment that involved squeezing breasts, especially ones like Belle's.

Next, I gently flipped her hair over the front of her shoulders, so I could palpate the rest of her spine unobstructed. Just lifting her blonde locks unlocked a scent so intoxicating, it convinced me her scalp had released pheromones.

"How's your neck feeling?" I asked, my fingers just below the base of her skull.

"Neck's a little stiff, Doc. I think I sleep too much on my stomach."

"That's not ideal. But let's see if we can get you right. Lie face up on my table, please."

I didn't tell her that she could've put her clothes back on for this next part. The way she'd been reacting, so amenably, as if there was nothing wrong with my guidance, it made me just want to keep pushing forward, and see how much more I could get away with.

She lay on her back atop my leather treatment table, her arms at her side, which meant that her bare breasts were out in the open. They looked even better than in a reflection.

I sat on my rolling stool and swiveled behind her head. Then I slipped my hands under her neck, gently flexing her cervical spine to loosen it.

"Alright Belle, just relax now."

"Is this going to hurt?" she asked.

"It'll feel like relief. You can trust me. Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me."

On her exhale, I applied a controlled twist with my hands.

Thwack-ack-ack!A crunchy sound of cracks emitted from her neck.

She let out a high squeal, which might've signaled alarm. But when Belle opened her eyes, she slowly sprouted a wide smile.

"Oh my god!" she said. "That felt amazing!"

"Now the other side," I said, prompting her to close her eyes again. I stole another glance at her breasts, this time making it a point to watch them jiggle when I adjusted her neck once more.

Thwack-ack-ack!Another set of crunchy delights. Paired with that poetic jiggle, I was savoring both the audio and the visual!

"God, I needed this all my life," she said, opening her eyes, thanking me with her pearly-white smile.

If I were the ethical doctor I should've been, I would've handed Belle her clothes to put back on. But that train had left the station long ago. I was now willing to put my license on the line for this gorgeous stranger.

"Alright, let's get you on your side, Belle. I'll adjust your lower back, your lumbar spine."

A vibration from Belle's smartwatch got her attention. She glanced at her wrist. "Oh shoot, my brother-in-law's calling!"

"Oh..."

My euphoric high of a balloon felt like it'd just been pricked with a needle. She had a brother-in-law... Did that mean she had a husband? My eyes shot to her ring finger. There it was, a gold band on it. I must've missed it before, too preoccupied with the rest of that magnetic body of hers.

She stood up from the table, bringing her forearm over her bust to cover up. "I'm sorry, Doc. This call's urgent. Do you mind if I take it in here while I dress up? I'll be quick."

She was asking for privacy. I guess she needed to leave pronto. I couldn't say no to this beautiful blonde. Not after the half-naked treatment she'd let me perform on her, on this otherwise drab Monday.

"Of course, take all the time you need," I said.

"Thanks. This was awesome, by the way. Can I call your assistant later, set up a second appointment?"

"Yes," I said, way too quickly.

SESSION 2Targeted Adjustment

A week later.

I only had one patient in the morning, which meant I had all afternoon to twiddle my thumbs. I waited anxiously for my only other appointment of the day—Belle's.

When she finally entered my clinic, she sported a smile on her face, which instantly lifted my mood. I figuratively rolled out the red carpet for her, escorting her inside my treatment room to get this much-anticipated sequel started.

"So Doc, any fun weekend plans?" she asked, as I closed the door to give us privacy.

"Uh..." I hesitated, too focused on getting my hands on her already. "I'm thinking of catching the big soccer match," I said.

"Fun! My family loves watching the big games too. My husband, his brother, our two nephews. They all bunker down in our basement in front of our big screen, shout and yell and really get into it. Where are you watching?"

"Just at home."

"What! You should come over and watch with us. Personally, I don't really 'watch-watch.' But I do curate a good spread of snacks and drinks for the guys. Makes for fun vibes all around. But anyway, I'm rambling. Point is, you're invited, Doc."

"Awfully kind of you, but maybe another time."

Was Belle's invitation genuine? Sure sounded like it. She was being friendly—toofriendly—for my liking. Not that I had anything against chummy patients. But my mind had packaged this woman as someone whose pussy I dreamt of sticking my dick into, not someone I wanted to make friendship bracelets with. No watercolor-painting-over-wine-type shit.

To my surprise, Belle went ahead and started undressing, even though I hadn't instructed her to. She must've thought it was standard practice based on our previous session. This time, instead of a modest sports bra, she had on a white bra and panties. I welcomed the upgrade.

"This top off too, right?" she asked earnestly, a finger on her nylon strap.

"Yes. It constricts," I simply replied.

"Got it." She turned her back to me. "Sorry Doc, do you mind unhooking me from the back?"

Never apologize for asking that, Belle!I unclasped her bra, loving the snappy clicking sound it produced, my type of ASMR. She then slinked her arms out from under the strands.

"Here," I said, "I'll set that on the counter for you."

She willingly gave me the bra, and I turned away at an angle to conceal, so I could secretly give the cups a perverted squeeze. What'd I give to be a microbe in the nylon. I placed her bra on the counter, then returned to Belle, who was now sitting topless on my treatment table.

"So, anything in particular bothering you pain-wise?" I asked, doing my best not to slobber over her bare chest.

"My lower back's been killing me since last week," she said, arching her body for effect. "I've got a photoshoot tomorrow. I need to be able to pose flexibly. I think I could use that adjustment you mentioned last time. What'd you call it? My lumber?"

"Close enough." I chuckled at her cute mispronunciation. "Okay Belle, let's fix you up. Lie on your side, please."

She did as I instructed, and I further arranged her limbs to prep her for the adjustment.

"Courtesy heads up," I said, "the lumbar adjustment will involve me also adjusting your sacrum. That'll mean my hand will be on your rear area."

"Okay, thank you," she said so easily.

Perfect.I aimed to push the envelope further, weaponizing industry jargon to justify my next move. "However, your underwear actually constricts the blood flow around your sacroiliac joint, which does affect mobility in your L4 and L5 vertebrae. I need the ability to adjust any subluxations without obstructions, if you don't mind."

"You mean you need me to take these off?" She looked down at her panties.

"Yes," I said with all the medical conviction in the world.

"Sure Doc, that's no problem."

This was insane. I always thought thedumb blondelabel was overblown, but shit, maybe not. I believed she really trusted my judgment.

She started to wiggle out of her panties, attempting to push them down from her side-lying position.

"Need help?" I asked.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind."

I brought my hands to the hem of her panties once they'd reached the middle of her thighs. The "professional" I was, I refrained from looking at her privates, knowing I'd be able to sneak a peek later. My peripheral vision was already teasing me though, tempting me like the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden.

When I finally rolled the last of the garment off her ankles, I walked the seven long steps to place it on the counter alongside her bra. Facing away, I boldly sniffed her panties. It was flowery and lush and fragrant, the Garden of Eden confirmed.

I returned to Belle, finally ready to administer this long-awaited treatment on her sublime body. I faced toward her in her side-lying position. Placed one palm on her upper arm for counter-pressure, my other arm on the crown jewel of her bare ass cheek. She didn't squirm, didn't recoil. I smiled inside, ready to reap her reaction.

"Big breath in," I said.

On her exhale, I applied sudden force at an angle, eliciting a string of cracks that I knew she felt the impact of.

"Oh fuck!" she cursed aloud, taking me by surprise.

I stepped back to observe her reaction. She was beaming at me with those piercing blues.

"That was intense!" she said.

"Feeling okay?" I asked.

"I think so? Wow..."

"We'll test your pain levels in a bit. First, we gotta balance out the adjustment. Turn on the opposite side please."

"Mm, yes!" she said excitedly, already shifting her body for me.

After I applied the matching adjustment, I had her walk across the tiny room to evaluate her pain post-treatment.

With Belle still naked, I rewarded myself with that long-awaited glimpse at her pussy. It looked incredible. A thin slit of a gateway that probably housed the marvelous wonders of the galaxy. Oh how I wanted to be the astronaut who explored it.

"What's the verdict?" I asked, though I already knew. Just wanted to hear her say it.

"My lower back pain's gone!" she said with wide eyes, like I was Jesus Christ himself, miracle worker.

Belle rushed up to hug me, something I absolutely welcomed. She was bare naked, and I had my hands around the supple flesh of her back. I was tempted to drop them to her ass, but I maintained decorum, the microscopic bit I had left.

As much as I lusted over Belle, I was reminded why I had gotten into this business in the first place. To heal people. To witness their pure reaction when I provided them instant relief.

Somehow, that rewarding feeling of fulfillment only added to the growing erection in my khakis, the friction of which was now rubbing against her stomach. Belle noticed. She took a step back to corroborate my arousal, then returned her eyes to mine for an explanation.

Embarrassment punched my gut, but for some reason, I didn't cower from it. Felt like it would've looked more fishy if a doctor like myself tried to hide from what just came natural to bodies.

"You'll have to excuse me," I said. "Not every day I get to treat a beautiful model. Sometimes biochemistry takes over anatomy. Trust me, I'd know best." I chuckled to diffuse my predicament.

"Are you married, Doc?" she asked in a neutral tone, a seemingly random question.

"Uh, I'm single."

"Dating anyone?"

"Not at the moment," I replied truthfully.

"Do you take house calls?"

"On occasion, yeah," I said. Where exactly was she going with these questions?

Then Belle put her clothes back on, disappointing me in that it meant our appointment today was sadly coming to an end.

She set her phone's camera into selfie mode, then waved me over. "Take a pic with me, Doc. You've made me a believer in chiropractic. My friend Sherrie said you guys were fake doctors. But now I know that that's not true."

I curiously stood next to her as she wrapped her arm around my back, both of us posing for a friendly photo.

Before I could interrogate her about her sequence of questions, Belle handed me her phone.

"Give me your personal number," she said. "I'll text you, in case I ever need a house call." She winked at me.

SESSION 3Joint Maintenance

Three weeks later.

Good things happened on a third date, right? I certainly hoped that'd be the case with Belle's third session.

Earlier today, I had my assistant inform my lone afternoon patient that he'd need to reschedule. I needed the time slot to prioritize my favorite patient.

She'd texted me this morning, saying that her schedule this week was packed, and that a house call was her only opening to squeeze a chiro session in. Whether or not she was telling the truth was my furthest concern. If I played my cards right, maybe I'd be giving Belle more than just an adjustment.

I drove onto the gravel driveway of a two-story mansion, not surprised that a woman like her lived in a house this nice. What did surprise me, however, was who answered the door to greet me. It was a man, well-built, probably in his forties. Fuck, was this her husband? I wiped away whatever smile I'd brought with me.

"Hey," he said to me, then scanned my hands as if I was supposed to be holding something other than my portable treatment table. "Food delivery?" he asked.

I gave him a look of confusion, unsure if he was messing with me.

Then Belle appeared from behind him, thankfully. "Hey Doc, come on in."

When I stepped inside her house, I tried to make sense of the scene I just walked into. I assumed Belle would've been home alone. But here she was, with another man present. What was happening right now?

I feared Belle would impulsively strip down for our chiro session, telling this man that her undressing was part of the treatment. And if this guy had half a brain to go along with his big biceps, he'd immediately know I'd abused my authority.

Inside their living room, I took mental note of their respective attire. Belle was in a silky white robe, the kind you wear before and after sex, when you're around your significant other.

The man, on the other hand, was wearing boxers and a fitted white tank. Definitely the kind you wear before and after sex, when you're around your wife.

"Did I come at a bad time?" I asked, to either of them.

"You're fine, Doc," Belle said. "This is Frank." She gestured to the man who had answered the door for me.

I waited for her to say he was her husband, but she didn't. I shook the guy's hand, putting on my best professional smile.

"And Frank," she said, "this is Dr. Derek Worthy, my chiropractor. He's making a house call today."

"Nice," he said in a friendly, non-threatening tone. "Man, I've always wanted to try chiro. I do manual labor for work. Aches come aplenty."

"Oh, maybe Doc here can give you a quick adjustment," Belle said, basically queuing me up to treat this random man.

"I wouldn't wanna impose," Frank said.

Cures in the Cracks

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