Penny and Carl
It was the time that no one wanted, noon. It was the final flurry of paperwork for the morning staff who struggled with the patient cases and the multiple admissions and a clinical audit from the head of infection control. it was the first flurry of paperwork while the afternoon staff worked their way through the patients’ notes, medication schedules and all the bullshit that goes with it.
Of all the people who dreaded the hour, Penny sighed as she ticked and signed off the paperwork of the 14th patient she’d had in the surgical ward.
She shoved the last medication chart in the patient folder walked to the sink and washed her hands while Carl cracked a few jokes at the expense of a patient. She shoved her hand into her the pocket of her scrubs pants, her fingers splayed for the feel of her mobile and car keys. The relief washed over her as she wished the other nurses a good shift. She walked hurriedly as if her life depended on it down the corridor.
Sweet four days off Sleep Sleep Singles night
Sleep – maybe not alone
Strutting down the walkway past a patient who was about to head into surgery, she realised that she hadn’t eaten all day. Instead, she relied on the small amount of fat that encapsulated her to provide her with an energy fix.
The hospital’s coffee cart was there in its glory as she spied it from a mile away. She knew that quick carbs were wrong, but so was half of what the health professionals did was often against the education they trotted out to the patients.
Haphazardly, she made her way to the familiar coffee cart. With a smile from the barista, she knew he’d be making her the usual order of flat white and strawberry muffin with chocolate.
Just before she could pay, a black bank card waved over the machine like a magician waves over his trick. She realised the person who owned the card was just as sly as the magician – Dr.Tom Farrell. The Juinor Doctor with attitude.
The familiar hatred and lust rested in her stomach. She gasped and winced. Eyes fixed on the sugary treat.
“Thanks Tom for the coffee and muffin – I’m surprised you look beyond yourself for this one.’”, She met the barista’s deep brown eyes, dropping her voice to reflect her desire for him and gratitude, “Dane, I don’t even need to ask about coffees anymore – you’re perfect. Enjoy your day”.
As she walked away, she felt Tom’s breath in its anger and wrath. “Why didn’t actually thank me? You’re only a nurse and it’s my one act of charity to something like you.’’ Her words dripped with the hostility or a hornets’ nest, “Oh, Dr. Farrell, your charity isn’t needed. This nurse saved your patient after your incompetence meant that she’d have a heart attack. You’re lucky that I happened to be there helping her. Also, be glad I dobbed you into the Senior consultant after you screwed up her medications and she had to go back in for surgery. I mean, you had no choice to up your game after that little mishap. Didn’t you? But what do I know, I’m just a nurse? A graduate nurse to boot! Poor me.”
A voice rumbled, “Want to explain yourself, Tom? You’re still on probation.”
She realised that it was Tom’s senior, Alexander Cal. She looked at Cal, gave him a smile and made her way to the car park.
As the hospital doors flung open, she realised that she forgot her purse. It was shoved in her staff locker, but this morning didn’t put her keys and phone in there as well. As she turned back, she was met with the mop of hair that only Carl had.
Fuck
Instead of launching into a tirade, she walked over to grab her purse. Just as she reached for it, she watched him turn around and walk away with it.
“Come with me. I have something to tell you.”
So, she did just that. She followed him into the seminar room. There, he pushed her back against the wall without a word. She knew, that he knew, that she was his object of desire but he was always a dick about this.
She felt his lips brush against hers and then work down her collarbones before he yanked at her scrubs top. She followed suit, pulling it off with great haste. Against the wall, she felt her purse drop on the carpet as he devoured her chest with licks, sucks and the knowledge that she’d lactate due to a recent exposure to a combination of chemicals.
She pulled off every other piece of their clothing, threw him to the ground and climbed on for dear life. She bobbed up and down for dear life, so fast that milk moved all over their bodies.
“Keep going!’’
Her body glistened as the milk covered her and she pulled him out just in time to watch her tits become covered in what he had to offer her. Kneeling like a bad girl who needs a good smack, she gripped his cock for dear life and she watched his fingers disappear into herself as he moved to suit her body. She felt her boobs grip with each wave of orgasm that she felt splash inside of her, like the milk that splash across Carl’s lanky body.
She heard a faint rumble down the corridor. Together, there scrambled to become clothed again. They were dressed and slid out of the seminar room without a word down to the car park. This time she had everything. She noted that Carl, as much as he was an arsehole was actually a fairly decent fuck. She waved him goodbye as she found her car and wondered when she’d fuck him again.