When I was 20 or so I went to a clinic doctor to get a mole looked at on my back. The doctor was a woman in her 40s or 50s. I remember thinking she was attractive and kinda having a crush for a couple minutes. Then she had me take my shirt off and she did her examination but then tickled me and ran her nails down my back. She laughed when I flinched and asked if I was ticklish. I said yes. Then she came around in front of me and put her hand in my head and pushed my face down into her cleavage. She laughed again and then told me that my mole looked safe but I could have it removed. She says she could do it and to come in the next day. I didn't.