So smug! What should I say? Thank you for cutting me some slack? Fuck you for telling me I look like crap? Can someone give this man a scalpel and a damaged heart so he will stop tormenting me?
“I will. I’ll check the OR and prep everything twenty minutes before you come in.”
“Good. And you can bring my hair cap and the mail I left in my consultation room when you go up.”
He’s joking, right? I’ve seen people putting nurses through crap many times and I was never a fan. I’m not about to back down in front of him.
“Excuse me, Doctor, I’m neither a messenger boy nor a servant, so if you want your favorite hair cap, go and get it yourself.”
He can take that frowned look and shove it up his ass.
I turn around and leave him there. I’m not going to be treated as an assistant, I don’t care how much of a big shot he is.
I head to the stairs and go up a couple of steps when I feel his big palm clutching my elbow.
“You really have an attitude problem, Liverpool.”
I have an attitude problem? His ego is about to crush us both, and I’m the one with problems? Funny.
“My name is London.”
He chuckled. It was a rough sound that filled the space and slid down the walls like molasses. It made all my hair standup.
“I thought I was clear yesterday. I don’t care what your name is. You’re here to do as I say and look pretty doing it, so I’d better find what I asked for when I c ome up to scrub in. Understood?”
If spontaneous combustion could be fury-based I’d be a pile of ash at his shoes right now. I feel fire growing in my guts and I’d love to say a few things, but I... don’t.
His grip gets tighter and he pulls me just a millimeter closer but now I can feel his body heat and power. The vibration coming from him makes me forget how to move. My body is limp and unwilling to cooperate but, in my eyes, there’s still intense anger. When I look at him, I find the same expression starring back at me.
Why the hell is he mad? I’m the one who keeps getting degraded and treated like a doormat. I have to work with this guy for a whole year, maybe more, and I’m not going to let him bully me like this.
“Understood?”
All I’m capable of is inhaling sharply and nodding like an idiot. Good way to not let myself be bullied.
“Perfect, now go get your beauty sleep.” He released me and walked the way he came, leaving me alone and breathing heavy.
Every time we interact, I feel like I’m thrown into an arena with a bull and a red blanket. I’m the target and he takes pleasure in running me into the ground. I will not take this abuse...only if I could say this to his face, too.
Every time he’s shadowing over me, I lose my senses. I’m mad, I wanna kick and scream, but I can’t, and it’s annoying as hell. I’ve never been submissive to anyone and I don’t know why my body refuses to react the right way to this guy.
I shake my head and curse out loud.
Get it together, London! Pretty face or not, you can’t let this guy screw things up for you, girl.
I need to make things work for me. I need to make things work in Chicago.
If I don’t find my place here then what the hell am I gonna do? There’s nothing waiting for me back in France.
I’m horny.
I’ve been fucking none stop for the last four hours and I’m still horny. Mrs. Kawasaki is a freak between the sheets.
Thelma, that’s her name. It actually fits very well with the 80s diva image she likes to maintain. Thelma is a cougar. She told me she likes to lure pretty young boys like me into her bed and have her wicked way with them. She was surprised to find out this time around I’ll be having my way with her.
Climaxing once again, she falls next to me on the pillow, throwing a leg over my midsection. I’m scared if we keep it like that I’ll send her to a hospital bed right next to her husband, but I can’t seem to stop. I’m horny.
” Why is your cock up again? You can’t possibly go again.” I smile. Apparently, I can. I’m as surprised as she is.
” My dick can, but I can’t. I don’t feel my muscles.”
Laughing she makes herself comfortable next to me. If she thinks I offer cuddle time she’d better think twice. I don’t snuggle.
” When they told me you’re the best in the field I never expected the surgery experience to extend so much into the bedroom. Dear, you blew my mind. It’s hard, you know? I have the experience, I’ve had men,” she says with pride, but she’s just another cold-blooded reptile, or are we forgetting the husband?
No, I don’t feel bad, I just took something that was offered. On her second visit to the hospital, I was given not only another hotel key card but also a pair of thongs with a strong womanly fragrance. In the desperation of the moment, I just accepted what was very nicely wrapped as a gift. I was tired of jerking off in the ER bathroom all the time.
Thelma’s leg brushed over the tip of my cock and it throbbed immediately.
” Zach, dear, really?”
” I know, I tired you out, but maybe you could...” I pick her up and bring her body over mine with a fluid motion. She’s in shape for her age. There’s some loose skin here and there, some jiggle, her silicone implants are not as high as they used to be, but overall, I can see why Thelma has had many men - her words, not mine. She’s a seductive woman. Vulgar. The kind that screams sex.
Thelma is what we, in the men’s world, name a safe bet. Not easy, just willing to give a good time with no complication. She’s successful and busy which makes her focused on her own needs, so when I leave this hotel room, I know she’s not gonna come around the hospital sniffing for something more.
Plus, a woman who looks this good and throws hotel keys at me left and right has to be a good lay. And she was. At fifty-one her flexibility is insane.
” I could what?” She bites into my pectoral leaving a small mark.
” Suck it.”
” Mmm!”
Slowly, Thelma slides down, gliding over my cock and stopping when it reaches her boobs. She brings her breasts together and squeezes my dick in between, then she crooks her neck and licks the tip. Damn! That’s the experience we’ve been talking about.
There’s only one problem. All this pleasure she’s giving should...pleasure me. But it’s not. I’m chasing the feeling; I’m getting high on it, but it’s never enough. For the past four days, I’ve been living with this continuous erection, no matter how many times I get to orgasm or with whom.
I have a woman between my legs right now, who’s sucking and taking it all the way to her throat but something’s not good. I detest that I know exactly what.
She’s not blonde which seems to be my new go-to fantasy these days. She doesn’t smell like sweets and her name is not dumb. She doesn’t have a twisted pleasure of defining me and stepping on all my nerves.
Thelma scratches me lightly with her teeth, and I take her hair in my hands, grabbing and holding her there while I let my cum drip in her throat. I let it all out, my body spasms and pulses again; and again, it is not enough.
A few moments later my alarm goes off and I jump up on my feet.
“You’re leaving?”