The Doctor is Sin! V: Recovery

Chesna's nose twitched as she felt the breath on her nose but she continued to stare blankly at Willoughby. "I see." She said as she continued her work while looking at Willoughby. "You follow orders like a champion." She said in a monotone voice. "Does that mean you would do anything I say?" She asked.

"Not everything." said Willoughby. "I like you though."

"Why?" Chesna said as she continued to work herself over. "It's never enough...' She mumbled to herself. "nnn..." She let out a very dry moan as her eyes twitched just a bit. "I should be thankful for that..." She said again to herself as she stood up, liquid dripping down her leg as she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers. She looked at Willoughby and repeated the question. "Why?" She asked dryly. "What exactly are you expecting from me?"

"I can't always be around to help you, so there are times you're just gonna have to do something yourself." Willoughby would get some tissue and give some to Chesna to clean herself up, plus an extra pair of panties just in case. "To be honest, I don't expect anything from you, only just to know you a bit."

Chesna looked at Willoughby. "Don't say things like that." She said as she grabbed her panties and slid them back on. "You're bout ten years too late to say things like that." She stood up and sighed. "That role... Is already taken anyway." She turned her head, her pale cheeks had a faint hue on her cheeks. "You have as much interest in me as I in you. But if you must know, I'll give you the crib notes. I like sex, I like money, I like sex, I like my Bunny and I like sex." She then pused. "I also like spicey food." Her dull eyes lifted up and she looked at Willoughby. "Happy now?"

"No problem in having another just in case right?" Willoughby listened intently. "Spicey food, huh? Yeah, pretty much.....However, there's one last thing I need to know to be completely satisfied. What's your reasoning on coming into wrestling?"

Chesna silently stared at Willoughby when he asked his question. He just didn't seem to understand. She then let out a sigh and looked up at him. "Certainly not interest in wrestling." She said in a monotone voice. "My employer is also on the staff here... I figured the best way to be able to get a hold of all of these specimens was to join the team. To be able to stay on the roster, I am forced to participate in matches but it's easy to just check out of a match if I am not interested in it. I don't even care about winning or loosing." She said honestly with a soft sigh as she dully looked at Willoughby.

Willoughby now understood. "So, it seems as if your work is the only motivating factor in your life."

Chesna sighed. "You talk too much." She said flatly. "It's not. But let's say it was. What's wrong with being motivated by work?"

"There's nothing wrong with it really." said Willoughby in response. "Just thought I'd ask."