Anna held two fingers to the side of an unresponsive patient's neck and held her ear close to his mouth. Vanessa could see the EKG showed v-tach. This patient needed cardioversion.
"Patient is in v-tach. Clear for shock. Clear!"
Everyone took their hands off the patient and backed up. Anna yelled "Clear!" again and the defibrillator issued a shock, jolting the patient. The jagged line on the heart monitor bumped into a promising rhythm but then fell into a jagged disarray again, and the tone continued to ring out. Anna's hands flattened against the patient's chest. She resumed chest compression.
"We need to administer amioderone stat," Vanessa spoke up, moving to the front, on the opposite side of the patient from Anna.
"We already gave procainamide," Anna told the ER nurse. "We've got this under control."
Vanessa nodded toward the jagged line on the monitor. "Do you? Have you even ever... "
Anna met Vanessa's eyes and interrupted, slowly and deliberately, "We've got this under control."
Vanessa looked to Dr. Dean for support, but he just held his hands up as if to say "let it go." When her eyes left him, she noticed that Anna had been in a similar nonverbal interaction with the hospitalist.
"We do need a room at Jackson-Scott," Anna told Vanessa. "If you want to get that set up. And I promise if I need help, you'll be the one I'll ask, okay?"
Fuck this, Vanessa thought. She was pissed about someone taking over a code that should have been hers, but maybe even more pissed that Anna so gallantly seized the moral high ground.
"Yeah," Vanessa said. "I got you, bro."
The new med-surg nurse, Ruby, had drifted to the window, where she could see a helicopter landing on the hospital roof.
~~~
The elevator doors opened on the roof and Ruby saw the helicopter sitting on the helipad. The rotor blades spun and roared noisily.
A tall, blonde, clean-cut hunk of a man in a zipped up flight suit had been sitting on the side of the helicopter. But he jumped up to attention when the Ruby stepped out of the elevator.
“Nice helicopter,” she yelled to him over the roar.
~~~
At Dr. Shane Svenssen's house, a circle of flickering candles shone through the bedroom skylight. On a bed in the center of the circle, the handsome surgeon pushed into his surgery nurse, Olivia.
They were naked, she on her back with one leg around his waist and the other resting on his shoulder. She let out a moan as his cock filled her. His strong, round shoulders and tight, hard back muscles rippled in the candlelight with each thrust.
Kendra was at Olivia's side, her mouth on Olivia's neck, her fingers caressing Olivia's body. When Kendra's fingertips made their way to the mound between her thighs, lightly teasing her clit, the contrast in sensations between the cock pounding into her and the gentle touch of another woman's hand, Olivia trembled and began a climax she knew was only going to get more and more intense.
The surgeon's body was long and lean, built for speed, but the doctor also spent enough time in the gym that when Olivia moaned "faster... harder", he could give her what she wanted. Her body bucked against his, pushing to meet his body with each thrust, gasping with the force of the impact, not able to even slightly recover before he pounded into her again. He was drilling her like a jackhammer. She needed it. After being with Anna's dumbfuck boyfriend this morning, she was left wanting to be fucked properly. And that's what she was getting now. A proper dicking.
Kendra slipped behind the doctor, kissing his neck, and running her hands all over his tight body. Olivia was worried her competition was going to try to take that dick away for herself before she was done with it. She took Kendra's hand and guided her to the head of the bed, where she pulled Kendra on top of her, facing the doctor.
Olivia could barely function with that cock pounding into her but she didn't want it to stop so she buried her face in Kendra's pussy and licked her out like a pudding cup with no spoon. It wasn't graceful or poetic, but Kendra grinded her pussy into Olivia's face to get more of it, and from the amount of wetness pouring out of the woman, Olivia could tell she was enjoying it. Olivia hadn't tasted another woman's pussy since college. Maybe it was just the building waves of euphoria crashing through Olivia's body, but right now Kendra's actually tasted really, really fucking good. The soft, warm, wet folds of the nurse's labia felt amazing against Olivia's tongue.
Just when Olivia thought she couldn't feel any better than this in her life, Kendra's grabbed her ass and squeezed it. She slipped an unexpected finger into Olivia's ass. It was more than Olivia could take. Her body trembled. Every last orgasm she had in her all came rushing out at the same time. She moaned loudly. Her body trembled until she couldn't move anymore.
The doctor pulled his cock out and moved around to Olivia's head. Olivia closed her eyes and opened her mouth, ready to take his hot load of cum all over her face. She wanted to taste it.
But that's not what she got. He slid his dick down her throat and fucked her throat while Kendra's mouth found Olivia's exhausted pussy. Kendra's tongue gently massaged Olivia's lips. It felt really, really nice. Relaxing.
Shane's cock came out of Olivia's mouth dripping wet. He pushed it into Kendra's pussy, right above Olivia's face. Kendra gasped. She hadn't been expecting that. Olivia wondered how long this fucker's cock can last. He was a fuck machine.
Olivia had gotten her orgasm and then some, and then some more, but still she had a wicked desire to keep the other girl from getting satisfaction. Olivia licked the doctor's balls, sucked them gently, brushed her fingers lightly along his inner thighs, along front of his pelvis, across his toned belly.
Olivia knew what she was doing. He lasted about a minute after that. When he pulled out of Kendra to cum, Olivia grabbed his cock and shoved it in her mouth and took the full explosion of his thick, hot load in her mouth. She swallowed it and hungrily sucked out every drop. When he fell to her side, spend, her mouth followed him. She licked his cock clean.
Kendra looked at Olivia incredulously. Olivia smirked and shrugged. Kendra got up and stormed out of the room. And then back into the room. She picked up the long, thick purple candle, blew it out, and stormed out of the room again, candle in hand.
~~~
On the roof of the hospital, the elevator doors opened again. The chaos from ER Bay 4 burst from the building, headed toward the helicopter. The patient was on a stretcher now, surrounded by nurses pushing IV poles with pumps, and a respiratory therapist scuttled along in the back, working to keep the patient ventilated. ER nurse Vanessa rushed to the front to head the charge.
"Stable sinus rhythm for now," Vanessa yelled to the flight nurse, who stumbled out of the helicopter, flushed, and zipping up the front of his flight suit. Vanessa's peripheral vision caught an also-red-faced Ruby slip out of the helicopter behind him and into the mass of hospital personnel.
The flight nurse took the patient's medical chart from Vanessa and tossed it into the cockpit.
"Blood pressure is 138/90," Vanessa continued, helping load the patient into the helicopter and strap him in. "Pulse 88 and regular. Surgery at Jackson-Scott has accepted the transfer and is expecting you."
The flight nurse nodded and started toward the cockpit.
"And Daniel," Vanessa yelled out after him. He turned around. "Stay out of my nurses when we're in the middle of a code. You understand me?"
He nodded again, and the helicopter took off into the night sky.
Vanessa turned to make her way back to the elevator. Dr. Dean was standing there.
"She did a good job," Dr. Dean told her.
"I mean, yeah, he's cute, I guess."
The doctor looked confused.
"The new girl who fucked the flight nurse did a good job?" Vanessa asked.
"Come on, Vanessa." He could see right through her, "You know what I'm talking about."
"Yeah," Vanessa said, "Sure. The patient survived."
"That's what doing a good job is," he said. "An
na did a good job on a code tonight. Let her have that. You're still the best."
"It's my ER," she said.
"I know it is, babygirl," he held her hand. She turned to lean her body against him. He took her in his arms and held her. They stood on the quiet hospital roof, looking out over the city.
"I have the surgery call house to myself tonight," she said.
~~~
CHAPTER 6 – HOUSE CALLS
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his wasn't your first time, was it?" the new hospitalist Dr. Patrick McDaniel asked Anna. The med-surg nurse just finished leading a code blue response team that had saved a patient's life.
"Of course not," she followed him out of ER Bay 4 and into the ER break room, "Did it seem like it was?"
"Not at all," he said, as he searched the refrigerator for food. "You're just not an emergency nurse and med-surg patients don't usually crash."
"Are you serious?" she asked incredulously, "Why do you think we have our patients on heart monitors? Why do you think we have a 24-hour telemetry technician monitoring?"
He was searching the cabinets now.
"If they don't crash," she said, "it's because we are damn good at our jobs. But it happens."
She was a little riled up, but not as much as she was acting. She was looking to get a rise out of the new doctor, to see what he would do.
"Anna," he said sternly, and with a serious look in his eyes, he said, "Anna."
She returned his serious look, and squared off, ready to fight this manufactured battle.
"Anna," he said. "Is there anywhere around here to get breakfast?"
~~~
"It's one of these," Anna said, trying key after key in the cafeteria door lock, "They all look the same."
"If we get caught, is this a felony?" Dr. McDaniel kept lookout.
"Depends what you eat and how much you eat," she said, opening the door. "Bacon is expensive."
He found the bacon and made them both a BLT. Anna also grabbed a strawberry yogurt and a spoon. They sat at a table in the dark cafeteria, illuminated by glow of the exit sign.
"So what do you do for fun, Anna?" he asked, and took a bite of his sandwich.
"Scrimshaw, why?" She was still testing his limits.
"Scrimshaw?" he asked, all seriousness. "You carve scrollwork into whalebones?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "I was first mate on a whaling vessel in the Adriatic Sea before I went to nursing school."
"Whaling vessel in the Adriatic Sea? Hmm..." He thought for a moment. "Now, you weren't on The Antedeluvian were you?"
"In fact, I was," she nodded. "We were featured in National Geographic twice. Is that where you saw it?"
"No, I did read those articles." He reached across the table and peeled the top off her yogurt cup. "But I think I may have known your captain."
"You don't say." What was he doing with her yogurt, she wondered. He picked up her spoon and plunged it into her yogurt, and brought it back up full.
"Indeed, before Archimore Ramificus became a sea captain," the doctor reminisced, "he taught the ancient art of Lausatok, the most aggressive form of Glima."
He brought the spoon to Anna's mouth. This is all ridiculous, she thought, but she didn't hate it. She took the spoon into her mouth and cleaned the sweet strawberry yogurt off of it.
"Those are just made up words," she said, wiping a little pink cream from her lip with her finger and then licking it off her finger.
"Scandinavian karate," he said. "He was my mentor and I was his student."
"Scandinavian karate," she repeated. "That explains his untimely and mysterious death last year at the hands of a polar bear militia in Norway."
"Polar bear militia," he laughed, feeding her another spoonful of yogurt. "That's what they want you to think. Did anyone ever ask Rita Hayworth what she was doing on the night the poor captain disappeared?"
"Hasn't she been dead for like 50 years?"
"Oh, Anna, so naive."
"The sea captain is not dead at all, is he?" she asked.
The doctor shook his head.
"You're the captain, aren't you, in disguise?"
He made a zipping motion across his lips.
"To be honest," she said, "I could probably use the services of a Scandinavian karate master right now."
"Is there someone you need killed?"
"Killed? Probably not," she sighed. "Out of my house, yes."
"Crocodile?" He nodded knowingly, as if to say it's always a crocodile.
"I wish," she said. "I told him to be out when I get home this morning."
"Are you worried he won't be? I can come check on you to make sure he's gone."
"No," she said. "He'll be out. He knows better than not to be."
"I don't know where you live anyway." He stood and disposed of their trash.
"It's in the computer system." Anna closed the cafeteria door behind them as they left, and checked it to make sure it was locked. "Look me up."
"That's creepy," he said. "The GPS I planted under your car is where I draw the line."
You'd need SCUBA gear and top secret government clearance to get to my subterranean lair."
"You don't know what I have."
"I need to sleep." She did need to sleep. She wanted him at her house, but not yet. Her relationship ended today. She needed to process that before she has sex with another man in that bed. And besides that, this new doctor had potential. The handsome Spanish billionaire patient aside, Anna wasn't the type for casual flings. She wanted to get to know this Dr. Patrick McDaniel, find out what he's all about. Sex would wait.
~~~
The surgery call house didn't have an actual bed in it. The hospital had bought the land the house was on, and the other houses on the block had been converted into office space or torn down and paved over for parking. This old house probably had lead paint on the walls. The furnishing was sparse. An old couch and a recliner sat in the living room in front of a television set with antennas poking out the top of it. In the bedroom, there was a mattress on the floor with clean sheets and pillows. There were clean towels in the bathroom. There weren't amenities in the call house, but the laundry department did keep the linens stocked and clean.
Vanessa shoved Dr. Dean onto the mattress and jumped on top of him. There was something primal about fucking a medical doctor on a mattress on the floor of an abandoned old house. His house was valued at something like a million dollars. His bed sheets alone were probably worth the price of this entire house. She'd been in his bed. It was fucking amazing. It felt like swimming in whipped cream. But in the call house, they were animals. They fucked like it.
Animals don't do foreplay.
The doctor pulled the nurse's top off and then threw her off of him and face down onto the mattress. He held her down and kissed and bit her neck and shoulders like a wild beast. Chills ran through her body. Warm chills. Just his breath on her skin made her wet. His mouth on her skin almost sent her over the edge.
His strong hands rubbed her ass through her scrubs pants, then worked their way to the front, where he pushed his hand roughly between her thighs. She knew how wet she was. She knew he could feel that through her pants.
He untied the drawstring that held her pants up. He pulled them down, along with her underwear. Her ass was fully exposed to him. She arched her back to present her round ass to him. He wasted no time in shoving his hard cock deep inside her pussy from behind. She gasped and shoved back into him.
Animals don't do foreplay.
He lifted her up to her knees and pounded into her hard and deep, but he took his time pulling back, letting her experience the full journey of the thick head of his cock along the tight wall of her fuck tunnel. She squeezed it, trying to pull him back in. He moved out. When she couldn't take it anymore, he slammed it back into her hard. Her whole body quivered with the impact of it, the fullness of it.
Whenever he got close to cumming, he would always wrap a hand around her throat. His body would tr
emble a little with each thrust. She could feel his power. She could feel the power she had over him. His body weakened as he got closer to climaxing, like he lost control of his ability to move. With experience, she'd pinpointed the words that would make him finish strong.
"Fuck me harder, daddy," she moaned.
He did. Just like that. He became the beast again. He pounded the ever-loving fuck out of his little babygirl's pussy. It didn't take her long to orgasm after that.
"Cum inside me, daddy," she moaned. He did. He filled her with hot cum. She could feel it erupt inside of her and follow his thick cock as he slowly pulled out of her. He came for her. On command. Like he was just waiting for the command.
"No," she said. "I want to feel you inside me."
He pushed back in. She snuggled up to him and let him spoon her with his cock still buried deep inside her. He hugged her with his body. She hugged his dick inside her body.
She liked the dynamic, calling her man "daddy", but that's the only time she ever did it, and neither of them had ever discussed it outside of that moment. But here she was, face down, ass up, getting railed by someone who became a wild beast of a man when she called him daddy. But at the same time, she had control over his orgasm. She was dominated and in charge at the same time. She wanted to more fully explore this side of him. But not tonight.
"Someday," he said and pointed at the drab wall in front if them, "this will be a view from a penthouse over Venice."
"Why Venice?" she asked. "Why not Paris?"
"Why Paris?" he asked. "Why not Boise?"
"Why Boise?" she asked. "What's wrong with Siberia?"
They both knew it would never happen. They were both married to other people. Semi-happily. They'd talked about leaving their spouses. They've also talked about how they never really would. They still indulged in the fantasy. Fantasy was good enough.
~~~
Anna didn't turn on the light when she entered the living room of her home. She dropped her keys in the tray by the door and kicked her shoes off. Her German shepherd came to greet her. Same as always.
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