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Chapter 11

David made the new patient appointment. BAD drove him. It would be kind of lame to make an appointment about his eyes and then drive himself, right? The Doctor’s office was off his house, like something from an old movie. There were a couple of old, broke-dick, white guys, and some fat, old, white chicks sitting in the waiting room. The little nurse behind the counter was hot. She wore lots of makeup and a pushup bra and had a perfect tan and teeth and tight little scrubs across her hot little ass. When she filled out the new patient form on David she acted all stuck up and shit, but BAD knew she needed it.

He sat acting all hard case, ignoring the bitch. They made their appointment for right at closing time. When everyone else left the little slut called David. David followed her into the exam room. When she came out, he walked over to stand by her across the counter. She tried to act all cold, but by then he could smell it.

“I need to make sure David doesn’t forget to tell the Doc something.”

She gave him that cold bitch smile and said, “Let me know what it is and I will add it to the patient file.”

“It’s kind of complicated. I need to tell him myself.” He opened the door and walked into the exam room. The little slut followed him in, protesting, like he gave a fuck. He closed the door.

That was the signal. The Doc was sitting behind his desk writing shit down. Dave reached over and dragged him across the desk by his tie. The bitch actually tried to stop him! BAD grabbed her by the neck and gave her a little squeeze so her knees buckled.

The Doc said, “Hold on! If this is a robbery, we’ve only got a little cash and the only narcotics we have are in my emergency bag. I…”

David laughed and slapped him, his hand moving so fast it didn’t seem possible. He split the doc’s lip and knocked the glasses off his face.

BAD said, “This ain’t no fucking robbery. Sit down in your chair while we explain it. And tell the bitch to shut the fuck up.”

The Doc sat down in his chair.

David reached into the folder he was carrying, took out sheets of paper, and handed them to the Doc. The Doc glanced through them. His face went white. “Where did you get this? This is obviously some kind of misunderstanding. I’m sure we can work something out…”

David slapped him again, nearly knocking him out of his chair. God that motherfucker was fast. While David was slapping the Doc, he was busy playing with the bitch’s ass.

David said, “It’s not a misunderstanding. I want you to clearly explain to me what it is. And there is no way you could have done it without this woman’s help.”

The Nurse said, “I told you we were getting greedy, that–”

Now it was BAD’s turn to have some fun. He slapped her with an open hand and then a backhand. Her eyes went funny.

The Doc was crying. BAD sipped his pain and fear, enough to enjoy it, but not enough to lose his concentration. The woman wasn’t afraid yet. He’d bet she’d always been able to trade the pussy for safety.

David, real quiet like, playing it perfect, said: “Tell me what the papers prove.”

The Doc, almost whispering, explained, “The papers show that I, we, falsified Medi-Cal claims. They also show that I prescribed oxycodone, Vicodin, codeine and other controlled substances to non-existent Medi-Cal and Medicaid patients.”

“What else?” David asked.

“The papers show we ran unnecessary tests and ordered unnecessary medical supplies.”

“What happens when we give this information to the CMA, MBC and the DA?”

The Doc stared down at the floor and said, “I lose my medical license and go to prison. Julie loses her nurse’s license and goes to prison.”

David smiled and pulled out more papers and said, “You got us all wrong. We aren’t here to put you in prison. We are here to make sure you don’t go to prison. Take this information and put it in the right medical file.”

He handed the information over to the Doc who looked at it and said, “I don’t understand. Even if I do that, the original samples are with the pathologist and they will show this isn’t true.”

David smiled again and said, “Don’t you worry about that. We got that taken care of too. We are what you might call thorough.”

The Doc said, “I don’t have much choice, do I?”

BAD talked then, “You don’t have any choice, but you think you’re smart, don’t you, being a Doctor and shit, and this fucking bitch, she thinks she’s smart too, don’t she? You aren’t afraid enough. Cut one of his balls off.”

The bitch didn’t try to help this time. The Doc struggled and whined like a pussy and pissed himself when Dave sliced open his trousers. Dave said, “I’m not going to cut you today, but you got to know we are serious.”

With that BAD pushed the nurse against the exam table and ripped her scrubs down to expose her tight little ass. It was as tanned as the rest of her. And, like he’d known, she was already dripping wet.

“No, please, she’s my daughter…”

They made the Doc watch. Once they got the bitch going she was a screaming machine.