"And you still talk like Sean Connery," she said, laying down a jack, queen and king of hearts.
"Sean Connery is Scottish," he said.
"Oh, right," she said. "Who is from Ireland?"
"James Joyce is," he said. He had the other three kings.
"I don't know who that is," she said.
"Liam Neeson," he said. "Bono. Colin Farrell."
"There we go," she said. "Liam Neeson is an attractive man."
"Liam Neeson is actually from Northern Ireland," he said, "So I really shouldn't count him. But he's a good actor so we'll claim him."
"Okay then, after all these years, why do you still sound like... James Joyce?"
"Always careful not to pick up bad habits," he said, holding up his index finger to make a point. It had a scar on it. "I spent one year of residency at Anaheim Hospital, a facility that has the distinction of being listed quite high on the definitive list of worst hospital in the US. I am proud to say I learned nothing there."
Anna took hold of his hand and looked at his scarred finger.
"What happened?" she asked. "Scalpel accident?"
"When I was a teenager, I helped my father with his contracting work," he said. "We were working on a house for a county councillor, and I smashed my finger between two steel beams. It was broken, I'm sure. Rinsed it in cold water, put a bandage on it, and let it heal."
"You didn't go to a doctor?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" he said. "I hate doctors."
She was still holding his hand. She hadn't noticed how much she was leaning in. How close his finger was to her lips."
"Are you planning to kiss it and make it better?" he asked.
"Is that standard medical treatment?" she asked. She was still leaning in.
"Gold standard of care," he said. He was leaning in now too. "It's the only way to heal some wounds."
"Mmm hmm," her breathing was growing more irregularly the closer their faces got to touching.
"Then I have to sanitize it first," she said, breaking away and grabbing a bottle of hand sanitizer. "Hospitals are filthy places."
He laughed. She held his finger out and squeezed a line of clear gel down the length of it.
Then she used both hands to massage it in.
To slowly stroke it in.
They both knew what she was doing. But she had plausible deniability.
She held his finger up to her mouth, like he was shushing her.
Just then the elevator dinged, and out came Alan Greever, one of the hospital vice presidents. The night shift usually avoided his wrath, but he makes work hellish for the day shift. He had no medical background and didn't give a single shit about patient care. All he cared about was making everything look professional all the time.
His white shirt was tucked into his slacks and he was wearing a business tie. He was carrying a laptop bag. It was the middle of the night.
Anna deftly pushed all the playing cards at Dr. McDaniel. He, not so deftly, stacked some papers on top of them.
"Hi Alan," she said. "What brings you here so late?"
"Hi...," he started, but clearly didn't know her name. "Is Olivia Bunting here tonight?"
"She is," Anna picked up the phone, ready to dial surgery. "Do you want me to get her for you?"
"Have her come down to my office right away," he said, and went back to the elevator and disappeared.
"I wonder what that was about," Anna said, dialing surgery, knowing full well what it was about.
~~~
Alan Greever told Olivia to have a seat at the other side of his desk. He had his laptop computer opened. There wasn't much else on the desk.
"I'm sure you know what this is about," he asked.
Olivia had no idea what it was about.
"We take patient confidentiality laws very seriously here," he started. "As you know, from time to time we have a patient of some means or celebrity or... notoriety."
His eyes drifted to the laptop monitor when he said the word "notoriety."
"We don't discuss these patients -- any patient -- outside of the, uh..."
He'd lost his concentration.
"I don't know what this is about," Olivia said.
"We definitely do not videotape ourselves engaging in sexual intercourse with a patient," he said.
He turned the monitor to face Olivia and she saw what had distracted him.
It was her.
On top of Jonas Thrush.
What the fuck.
How the fuck?
"And we definitely don't put those videotapes on the internet for all the world to see," he said.
"That's not...”
"For heaven's sake your name is on it," he interrupted. "This is your own personal account."
Shit. It was. How was this possible?
Anna. Fucking bitch set her up.
"How did you find out about this?" she asked him. She already knew the answer.
"Olivia," he said. "What matters here is that you have committed an egregious act here that not only reflects poorly on you as a nurse, but also puts this hospital at a tremendous risk of lawsuits and financial loss."
"I didn't make this video," she said. "I didn't do this."
"You did the act," he said. "You did the act. I need you to sign in and... eject this videotape right now. Maybe no one has seen it."
He was right. She hardly ever used the site where it was uploaded. She watched videos but she didn't upload them. She didn't have any followers on it. Jonas Thrust's name wasn't on the video or it would have gotten a million views by now.
A million people would have known she fucked Jonas Thrust. That sex tape made Kim Kardashian millionaire and a household name, and Olivia had never even heard of the guy Kim fucked.
Olivia didn't want to delete it. She wanted it to go viral.
She wanted to watch it over and over.
She typed in her login name and password.
Then she deleted her password.
She hit random keys in the password field. She clicked the button. Wrong password.
She did it again. And again. Wrong password.
"I can't sign in," she said and showed him the error. "Whoever uploaded that video must have changed my password."
"Shit," Alan said. He was defeated. "I guess there's nothing we can do but hope no one sees this."
He didn't see the Request Password link? Had he never used a computer before? This was too easy.
"Can I go back to work now?" she asked.
"What?" he was visibly shaken. "No, you cannot go back to work now. You are fired."
Fired? Well, that made sense.
He motioned toward the door. Barney the security guard was standing in the hallway. Talking to someone? She had to lean to see who it was. Ruby?
"Security will please escort Miss..." he looked at a paper on his desk, "Bunting from the building."
Olivia complied. What was Ruby doing down here? Did she do this? She tried to catch Ruby's eye with a puzzled glare, but Ruby was too busy asking the security guard about if he could arrest people and how many fights he had gotten into and did he win and does he have handcuffs.
She followed them down the hallway, her hands behind her back like a schoolgirl. She kept asking questions. Then they took a turn and she was gone.
~~~
"Hi," Ruby stood in the doorway of Alan Greever's office.
"I'm not at work," he said. "You'll have to come in during my work hours. Seven to four, Monday through Friday."
She stepped inside the door and closed it behind her.
"Anna said you were down here. I haven't met you yet because I'm new and I work at night."
"I'm Ruby," she said. She locked the door.
She bit her lower lip and looked at him with big puppy dog eyes.
Ruby was holding a teddy bear.
~~~
CHAPTER 15 - CONTRAINDICATED
A nna and Dr. McDaniel raided the cafeteria for breakfast again. Maybe th
is would become their thing. Breaking and entering, trespassing, petty theft. Partners in crime.
Anna opened an energy drink and it got the doctor's attention.
"Are there fizzy drinks?" he asked.
"Fizzy drinks?" she repeated mockingly.
"How about 'minerals'?" he laughed. "That's what we called them growing up."
"That implies a level of healthfulness that I don't think is reflective of reality," she said.
He found the refrigerator with the stash of soft drinks in it. There were a variety, mostly generic. He took a six ounce can of Diet Ginger Ale. He opened it and stuck a straw in it. A straw.
"What is that?" he asked about the can she was drinking from. "An energy drink? Those things are poison."
"It has vitamin B in it," she said, reading the label. "Besides, you're drinking aspartame. That shit kills ants and causes lupus."
"It has more calories in it that sugar," he said, and took a sip. "People don't know this, but it has actually been linked to extraterrestrials."
"Oh has it?" she asked.
"How else do you explain it?" he asked. "Fact: the pyramids in Egypt are made of billions of tiny cubes of aspartame."
"Wouldn't the pyramids melt when it rains?" she asked, and then she had an epiphany. "That's why they put them in the desert."
"Honestly though," he said, "Aspartame is one of the most rigorously tested food ingredients. It's as safe as anything else."
Anna saw through the cafeteria window that Olivia was coming down the hall, and being escorted by Barney from security. Oh shit. It actually happened. She needed to know exactly what happened though, and there wasn't going to be anyone who could answer that question for her besides Olivia.
Anna excused herself and hustled to the hallway to intercept Olivia and Barney. They didn't stop walking.
"What's going on?" Anna asked, appearing shocked and confused. "What happened?"
"Well played, bitch," Olivia said. "I'm fired. I'll probably lose my nursing license. Are you happy now?"
Anna wasn't happy about it. Not really. Revenge felt petty, beneath her. But at the same time, Olivia had been asking for this. She kept going too far just because she knew she could get away with it. This time she didn't get away with it.
Anna just shrugged in a way that conveyed that she was sorry and she wished there was something she could do.
Olivia went out of her way to shoulder check Anna as she passed. Barney hustled her along down the hall.
"By the way," Anna said, and didn't turn around when she said, "You should probably get tested."
~~~
In the vice president's office, Ruby had backed Alan Greever up to his desk and was stroking his tie.
The teddy bear sat comfortable in a chair by the door.
"You've been watching that video, haven't you?" Ruby asked him.
"I'm sorry, but...," he started, but Ruby held a finger to his lips to shush him.
He was clearly nervous. She liked that. She was nervous too though. This dominance shit was a lot of work. She had so many questions she'd rather be asking.
"It's okay to enjoy watching. It's natural," she said, her hand on his shoulder, then on his chest. "We all have needs. We all have..."
She took his hand and placed it on her chest. He was breathing harder already.
She leaned in close to his ear. It was hard, because he was taller than she was, but he was practically sitting on his desk at this point.
"...desires," she finished.
That was all it took. His hand slid behind her head. He pulled her in. He kissed her mouth. She kissed him back.
"Tell me what you want," she said.
"You," he said.
"Say it," she whispered in his ear.
"I want you," he said.
"Say it louder," she whispered.
"I want you," he said more loudly.
"Tell me what you want to do to me," she untied his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"Say it again," she was kind of turning herself on.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"Then I guess I have no choice," she said.
She slid her hands under his shirt and felt his torso. His chest had gray hair on it. She kissed it. He was more than twice her age, but in good physical condition. Not good physical condition like an athlete, but thin, like maybe he took care of himself. He was probably an athlete in high school. She wanted to ask. She wanted to ask a lot of things. But instead she lowered herself to her knees and unbuckled his belt.
She didn't know what to expect when she unzipped his pants, but she was happy with what she found there. She hadn't been with a man his age before, but she'd seen enough drug commercials with couples walking hand in hand past gushing water fountains to know some older men have trouble getting it up. His was up.
She stroked it with both hands, until it was rock hard. She sucked his dick for a while. It wasn't really very big so it wasn't hard to take it all in. When she started tasting his precum, she licked it up.
She stood, and turned her back to him. She rubbed her ass on him, lap dancing seductively against him. She dropped her pants to the ground, bent over and grabbed her ankles.
She looked over her shoulder at him and asked him what he was waiting for.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him, onto him. She felt him push into her, and she pushed back against it. He guided her by her hips, bouncing her ass off of his body. She slammed back into him harder and harder, until her turned them around and bent her over the desk and continued pounding her from behind.
Ruby wanted to see the video. She hadn't seen it yet. While he continued to fuck her, she turned the laptop so she could see the video page and she hit play. The video box filled with static and a message box told her the video had been deleted. Well shit, she thought.
She pushed everything besides the computer off the desk into the floor. Then she made him lie on his back on the desk. She straddled him and used a hand to guide him into her. She rode him until it was clear he was about to cum. She pulled him out of her and jacked him off onto his belly.
"Don't clean it up," she said. "Leave it. Get on your knees and eat my pussy."
She sat on the edge of the desk and to her glorious fucking surprise, he got on his knees on the floor in front of her and licked her. He had no idea how to eat pussy. But fuck if he wasn't trying. He kept licking and she rubbed her clit, which he was coming nowhere near, and she got herself off pretty quickly.
She pushed him back and he was sitting on the floor like a child. She told him to close his eyes. He did.
Within seconds, she was walking down the hallway toward the elevator, teddy bear swinging happily at her side.
~~~
CHAPTER 16 – INFORMED CONSENT
P aul arrived at the hospital before Charles.
"Look at you, pretty little nurse," Paul grinned when she opened the door to let him into the locked-locked up hospital. His hair was wet. He must have just showered.
"Hello, stranger," she laughed, "I've got to find a place to hide you until Charles gets here."
"So this is your first time doing this?" he asked, following her into the stairwell. Her first thought was maybe it was unwise to be alone in a stairwell with a stranger from the internet. Her second thought was she wasn't entirely unwilling to be thrown against the wall and ravaged.
"It is," she said. "Are you experienced with this?"
"Not really," he told her. "I did have a girlfriend that made me mess around with her in front of a webcam, and it turned out I really liked the thrill of being watched in action. So when you brought up your husband watching, that really got my attention."
He looked maybe too good.
Vanessa had chosen him partially because he was somewhat average-looking in his profile photo. She didn't want to intimidate her husband by being with someone who looked like a god. Hell, it would be intimidating
to her too. She wanted it to be a fun experience, not an experience where the guy may see her and turn tail and run. She didn't need that pressure on top of the pressure of having her husband in the same room watching. But in reality, Paul was much more attractive than his profile conveyed. He was tall, with strong, rugged features. His polo shirt was tucked into his jeans. He looked the part of a clean-cut all-American boy.
She wasn't sure she could go through with this. She wasn't sure she could get away with this. She didn't like the idea of having sex in the hospital, where she works, where her career was at stake. The risk was a little exciting, but she was realistic enough that it almost didn't seem worth it. But her husband had ordered her to do it. And Charles ordering her to do things made her damp. She learned that tonight.
"Charles is going to call when he gets here," she led Paul into an empty patient room on the sixth floor. "Do you mind waiting in here for a few minutes until he gets here? I don't really want to start without him."
"That's fair," he said, then he pushed her against the wall, just like she'd imagined in the stairwell.
And he kissed her hard. He pushed his body against hers, and pinned her arms to the wall while he kissed her mouth and then her neck.
"Fuck," she said, more an exhalation that a spoken word.
When his leg parted hers, and rubbed against her, she rubbed back against it. Maybe they could do this quick and Charles wouldn't have to know they already went at it once before he got there. She was definitely ready for it.
He ran his hand down the front of her scrub pants, under her underwear. Parted her lips. Slid a finger inside of her quickly-dampening pussy. Fuck.
"Fuck," she breathed. She wanted it now. Now.
But then he released her.
"I'll see you in a little while, gorgeous," he said, and slapped her ass.
Okay, she thought, this is definitely happening.
~~~
She went back to the ER in time to bring in a patient who was having trouble sleeping because of a toothache. She took the patient's history, and asked all the obligatory questions, and handed it off to Agnes. Dr. Dean should have been here tonight, but he had agreed to fill in at a nearby hospital. Agnes was a nurse practitioner who was always happy to pick up extra shifts. Vanessa restocked some supplies. She checked her appearance in the mirror too many times to count.
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