Carol's office is a symphony of clinical smells - disinfectant, latex, and that underlying, tantalizing scent of sex. She's a master of her craft, her fingers dancing over her patient's body with a practiced ease that belies her racing heart. She's seen many men in her office, but none have set her pulse racing like this. She wants him, and she knows he wants her. As she leans in, her breath hot on his ear, she whispers, "Let's make this check-up... thorough."