She nodded. "I want to take care of you. Any way you want." Her eyes lit up wickedly.
I loosened the buckle on my jeans and let my pants slide to the floor. I sat on the bed as I freed my cock from my boxer briefs.
I didn't have to say a word. She lowered herself to the floor, her tits bobbing through the flimsy nurse costume, and wrapped her lips around my dick.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged her as she began a slow, rhythmic motion, her tongue swirling, her lips massaging up and down as I pushed deeper in her mouth. I wanted to come in her throat with her on her knees. I reached for her button, pulling the flimsy shirt off her shoulders. She had round breasts that weren't natural. They were almost too big, but I watched them bounce up and down anyway as she sucked harder. One of her hands cupped my balls while the other pinched and twirled her nipple.
"That's it." I fucked her mouth harder until I could feel the tightening in my gut.
She groaned as I filled her with my release. She looked up at me, licking her lips.
"I can't believe I just gave Wes Blakefield a blowjob." She giggled.
I lay back on the bed. The scotch was making my head fuzzy, and the exhaustion of being sucked off like that was enough to knock me out. She was good.
"Want me to do it again?" she purred.
"No, you can go."
"What?" She sounded alarmed.
"Yeah, we're done." I barely opened my eyes to look at her while she fastened the costume back together.
"But I thought you'd want to fuck." Her disappointment was clear. Her hand slid over my cock, still wet from her mouth. It had a mind of its own as it started to grow hard again as she rubbed over the silky skin. "I was told I couldn't leave until you were completely happy."
I looked at her pouty lips and the lust in her eyes. This was my present, after all. Who was I to turn her down?
"Do you know what you're getting into, sweetheart?" I looked at her sternly.
She nodded. "I know you're into dirty stuff."
"And who told you that?"
She shrugged. "It's true, isn't it? Shouldn't matter as long as I like it too, right?"
The girl had a point. I thought I was too exhausted and maybe a little too satisfied, but she had my dick hard again, and I wasn't going to be able to sleep like that.
"Get on the bed," I ordered, pulling my T-shirt over my head.
She started to unbutton her costume again. "No, leave it on." I looked at the lacy garters running from her ass down her thighs. "I've never fucked a nurse." I bit on my lip.
She climbed toward me.
"I want you on all fours."
She did as I asked. I ran my hand over her bottom, shoving the edge of the uniform out of the way. I snapped the garter, making it pop against her ass.
"Ow," she moaned, but she stayed in position.
"You sure?" I asked again.
She nodded. "Oh yeah, I said I like dirty."
I grinned, knowing this little nurse had no idea what she was in for.
Two
Lennon
I looked up at the glass building. Ten floors of sickness, life, death, research, and wellness loomed in front of me. I had only been in San Antonio a month, but this wasn't the first time I questioned why I had moved here.
The hospital had everything I said I wanted in a program. I could practice medicine, I could oversee long-term patient care, and I could be involved in the research that had always been my passion. But every time I walked through those doors, I felt lonely.
I was the new kid. The rookie doctor who finally had the training wheels off. The one who didn't know her way around San Antonio, and still didn't know if she was ready to move out of temporary housing into a permanent apartment.
I liked the city, but it wasn't home yet. I still felt like a tourist who marveled at the Alamo, or thought about going to Sea World on a free day off. I couldn't bring myself to accept that my life was here now, not D.C.
When I moved, I wanted to leave behind my failed relationship and all the memories that came with it. But the harder I tried to forget Ben, the more he was a part of what I was doing here. I questioned everything, and that simply wasn't me.
There was more uncertainty in my life now than there had ever been.
I entered through the sliding doors, carrying my thermos, and nodded at the security officers as if they knew me and I knew them. I couldn't have told you a single name in this place, other than the doctors who worked on my floor.
I took the elevator to the fourth floor and headed to the doctor's lounge where I could change for the day. I had a twelve-hour shift ahead of me.
"Good morning, Dr. Ashworth."
"Good morning, Dr … " I could never remember her name. I tried to play the game in my head where I made something about her physical features trigger an association. Oh yeah, she had pointy elf ears. "Peers." I smiled, glad I had only mildly stumbled.
"Are you headed home?" I asked
She slammed her locker. "Yes, just ended my twelve, really it was thirteen. But who's counting?"
"Right." I laughed. "Have a good day." I knew she was going home to sleep off what was a long night.
I was glad this week I was on days. Night shifts were always the hardest to bounce back from.
I grabbed my stethoscope from my locker and looped it around my neck. I clipped my hospital ID badge to my pocket. It wasn't my best picture. I had pulled my blond hair back in a ponytail that day, and my eyes looked glazed over from lack of sleep.
I locked my small cabinet to see my first patient of the day. I liked to check in with my existing patients before taking on anyone new. Arriving as early as I did, I had plenty of time to peek in on everyone and say hello.
The nurses were swapping muffins and bagels as I walked past the station. One of the pharmacy reps had dropped off breakfast this morning.
"Oh, Dr. Ashworth, do you have a minute?"
I stopped and spun on my heels. "What's up?" I quickly looked at her nametag. "Joanna."
"It's the patient in 405. He was complaining all night about his knee pain."
"Did you up his pain meds?" I asked.
"No. We thought we'd ask you when you came in."
"You could have paged me or called my on-call number. He just came out of surgery." I was irritated. I had given strict instructions that if his pain level rose, I was to be contacted.
I rushed off to check on him before scolding the nurse any further.
I pushed open the door. "Mr. Hamlin, I heard you had a rough night."
He winced before I even made it to the bed. "I didn't sleep at all. And those nurses wouldn't give me anything other than the original prescription."
I carefully examined his knee and pulled the bandages away from his skin. The incision was a small one. It was amazing what we could do with surgery, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt like a bitch.
"Well, I was hoping the swelling would have gone down a little more." I looked at the man, clearly uncomfortable, even with icepacks and pillows cushioning his leg. "How about we up the pain killers today just a bit, and then we'll back off them slowly tomorrow to get you to a manageable dose? I don't want you to be too loopy, but it's not worth not getting any sleep either. Agreed?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "I'll take anything at this point."
I squeezed his shoulder. "I'll have the nurses bring it in right away." I smiled. "Get some rest."
I walked out, closing the door behind me, and sought out the nurse to administer the higher level of medication. This was exactly the type of situation that irritated me. The man needed sleep to heal, and for whatever reason, no one thought to call me or consult Dr. Peers last night. Now he was miserable and sleep-deprived. The last thing he needed after having knee replacement surgery. I marched toward the nurses' station ready to tear off some heads.
"Bagel, Dr. Ashworth?" One of the assistants held up a box of pastries in my direction.
"No," I barked. "I want to know why Mr. Hamlin didn't get the medication he needed last night." I slammed my patient files on the desk. "He hasn't been out of surgery twenty-four hours."
Everyone stopped eating and looked at me. "I-I wasn't here last night," the girl stammered.
"Well, find someone who was," I snapped at her. "I'll wait." I eyed her as she scurried away from the baked goods and started asking nurses who was responsible for Mr. Hamlin.
I tapped my pen on the counter, waiting for an excuse. I wrote up the changes for his medication and handed them to the nurse administrator to update his patient information while I waited.
I pointed at her. "And make sure that says urgent."
She nodded. "I will."
I knew she wasn't the one in charge of medication, but there were too many cracks in this system. I was livid.
As I waited, I heard my name paged over the intercom at the same time my pager started beeping in my pocket.