“Oh yeah, that would go especially great with those pain pills,” Jill quipped. “We’ll see you tomorrow. Call if you need something.”
Jake looked down at his arms. “Right, I’ll have my staff call you.”
“You do that, bud. Glad to see you’re feeling better. Take care,” piped in Jay. “Nice to meet you, Mindy.”
“Thanks, nice to meet you too.”
Jill reached out and put her hand on my upper arm. “Nice to see you again, Mindy. I’m so glad you didn’t get all mangled up like he did.”
“Yeah, he’s a light-weight. What do you expect?” I replied snidely.
“Hey,” Jake contested, “how do you know I didn’t protect you? You probably landed on me!”
“The wounded hero! He’s always full of shit,” Jill proclaimed sarcastically.
“Uh-oh,” Jay said. “Let’s get out of here before the shootin’ starts. See ya!”
“Bye,” said Jill, and they were gone.
Jake looked up at me and started laughing. “What the hell?” he said. “Can you believe this? I probably ought to apologize to you, but I’m the one that got fucked up. Maybe you should apologize to me!”
“Right,” I sneered. “Like I should have said, ‘Hey, asshole, don’t hit that huge friggin’ hog standing in the middle of the fuckin’ road.’ I didn’t see it either till it was too late. Holy shit! I’m not blaming you—shit happens. Fuck it.”
“You mean you won’t sue me for my billions?”
“Billions? I wasn’t going to if it was only millions, but billions? I’ll have to think about it.”
“Fine. Call my attorney. His number is ‘zero-zero-zero - you-ain’t-gettin’-shit.’”
“Figures, I never get a break.”
“Ha!” he exclaimed. “You’re a lucky shit. We slam into a pig, and you walk away without a scratch, and I’m laid out flat for several weeks. Amazing, but I really am glad you’re okay. Man, what a joke.”
He had lost a little color, but for a guy who must be doped up, he looked good. His hair was frumped up on top, which made him look even more like James Dean with his pointed nose.
“Hey, did you meet Ruby by any chance?” I asked.
“Ruby?”
“A nurse. Blazing red hair, a little taller than me, big tits, pretty face, down to business.”
“Big tits, you say? I think I’d remember that. Only in my dreams. Why?”
“Oh, just wondering. That’s who took care of me.” Oh yeah, she did. Suddenly I felt inspired.
“The nurses here are alright,” he said. “They’re nice. A couple are nice lookin’ too. Can’t complain.”
I noticed a collection bag hanging from the bed. A tube went under the sheets.
“Whatcha got goin’ here?” I asked as I lifted the side of the sheet to follow the tube to its end. I knew he couldn’t do anything about it. He was more or less shackled down with his casts and sling.
“Hey, what the fuck?” he yelped. “Sure, help yourself, have a peek. Shit. Take pictures if you want.”
“I just wanted to see. Wow, they stuck a tube down your dick.”
“Really? Who knew?” he snipped.
I covered him back up. “Hey, don’t get snarky. I’m just making sure the best part of you is alright. Well, other than your ass. Don’t be so uptight. Chill a minute.”
I walked over to the door and closed it about half-way, set my coffee down on the bedside cabinet, then checked what I could find in the cabinet drawers.
“Looking for something in particular?” he asked. “Maybe I could call room service to help you.”
Finally, I found what I was looking for—a pad of paper, a pen, and some medical masking tape. “Nah,” I said, “I found it.”
He turned to see what I was holding. “What are you going to do with that?”
I walked to the side of the bed where I could see out the door opening. The door would still block what I was about to do. I casually went about my business and didn’t answer him.
“Mindy, what-are-you-doing?” he asked more firmly.
“Sssshhhh,” I insisted. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I folded back the sheet from the side and took his cock in my hand—his beautiful cock. If he didn’t have that tube, I would have jacked him off, but I didn’t want to do any damage. And he couldn’t have stopped me!
“Oh, looky there, it looks so miserable and neglected,” I declared.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he laid his head back on his pillow. “I don’t believe you.”
“Oh, be still,” I barked and covered him back up.
I sat down and wrote a note on the notepad, and ripped it off the pad.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Shush! I’m helping you.”
“Aw, shit!”
I giggled and grabbed the roll of tape and went back to his bedside.
I pushed the sheet back again to uncover his cock. Then I tore off a strip of tape and wrapped it around his penis shaft a few times.
“Am I hurting you?” I teased.
“Shit, what are you doing to me?”
“It’s a surprise. It’s a get well gift. I forgot the flowers. You’ll thank me someday.”
“Fuck.”
I attached the note to the free end of the tape and took a step back to admire my work.
“Voila!” I exclaimed.
“What? What did you do? What does the note say?” he demanded.
“Just some instructions for the nurses,” I said. “Just making sure they take care of you in your time of need.”
“Oh shit, really? Tell me what the note says, dammit!”
“Okay—not so loud. Alright, if you insist. It says, ‘Please take good care of this magnificent cock. Give it regular exercise. It is happiest when stroked. Cheers, His Favorite Whore.’”
“Uh, really? That’s supposed to be funny?” he said, obviously annoyed.
“Well, I realize it may be a little awkward for you, but at least you won’t have to ask. Everyone ought to know what you want.”
“Oh, give me a break! Take it off, Mindy!”
“It’s going to be a little tricky getting that tape off there,” I said. “They'll have to handle your dick gently and carefully to remove all this sticky tape so as not to hurt you. You just have to sit back and take it like a man."
“You’re such a bitch.”
“Well, that should help you to feel better,” I said with a smile.
“Goddamn it! You’re crazy!” he said, still ungrateful.
I got the pen, and I wrote my phone number high up on his leg cast’s inside thigh, and added, Get in touch with me when you want me to come down to this area again.
“What did you just write there?” he asked.
“Nothin’. What I just said.”
“God, you’re such a bitch! You’re fucking crazy!”
“Oh, stop it. When the nurses see this, they’ll think, ‘Hey, what a fun guy!’”
“Fuck you.”
“I saw a male nurse up there. Maybe he’s gay and wouldn’t mind playing with your cock if you ask nicely. Someday you’ll thank me for this.”
“No, I won’t! Really?! C’mon, why are you doing this to me?”
I kissed him on the forehead. “Cock exercises are good for you,” I said in a caring tone. “We want your cock to be in tip-top shape.”
“This is supposed to be funny to you? God, you’re warped. You are so fucked!”
“Am I? That’s no way to say thank you unless you’re saying that you want to fuck me. Well, I need to go wash my hands. You be good.” I left smiling. A few steps from his room a guy that was groomed all sharp and dapper and pushing a medication dispensing cart in my direction looked at me and smiled in reaction to my self-amused grin.
As I passed him, I said with a slightly raised voice, “He may need some assistance with his catheter in there—whenever you get the chance. No big urgency, though.”
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nbsp; “Okay, I appreciate it, ma’am,” he replied in a volume appropriate to be heard as I moved further down the hall. I knew Jake could hear us. “I’ll check on him as soon as I finish with these meds. Thank you for informing me.” He had an effeminate timbre to his voice that caused me to exclaim to myself, “Score!”
“Awesome! Thanks,” I replied, loudly. I knew Jake could hear that too. Then I remembered that I forgot my coffee, so I went back to his room. He glared at me when I walked in, saying nothing.
He looked up at the ceiling as I walked to the bedside cabinet. “I forgot my drink,” I said smiling. He didn’t move. I kissed him again on the forehead. “Get better soon,” I said softly and left.
I darted through a stairwell exit door and began laughing hysterically as I climbed down the stairs. Sometimes, I crack myself up. It’s true—I am warped.
When I got to work later that afternoon, Jerry was with a client, and everyone else must have taken a break or weren’t coming in. I still felt good about my good-will gesture for Jake and was feeling my energy return. Adventure was calling me. I thought about Ruby and her note telling me I should wait a week or so when I got my strength back before calling her. I was feeling ready. Since we weren't busy in the shop, this would be a good time to call. I was excited and eager to see her again, but I didn't want to appear to be too much so. On the other hand, I didn't want her to think I didn’t care. I looked out on the floor and saw two other tattooists coming in the door, both on their cell phones.
I made myself look busy and on my phone to discourage anyone to come in and chat with me about my time off. I thought it would just be a quick call to make the meeting arrangements, but I knew as soon as Ruby answered that this was not one of my brightest plans. Her voice was even sexier on the phone. Her soft and confident inflection was an aphrodisiac to my ears, and I was immediately turned on. I imagined her hot breath steaming on my neck and working her way down to my cunt. Fuck, is that all it takes to get me wet now?
“I’m glad you called, Mindy,” Ruby cooed assuredly. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Oh shit. “Really?” I said. “I’ve thought of you too.” How is this lady getting me so excited? I was having a hard time getting my words out, and I didn’t want to screw this up by saying something dumbass.
“Good, I was hoping so.” She seemed amused. “I want to see you again, Mindy. Are you feeling better?”
“Oh, yes, much better,” I chimed.
“Well then, why don’t we get together Friday night? We can have a bite to eat and a nice quiet evening together.”
“Um, Friday? Oh, shit. Well, I work on Friday nights, but—“
“After work then,” Ruby interrupted. “I often work nights. I’ll be up.”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’ll work great! I’ll try not to be too late.”
“Yes, you wouldn’t want to be too late. I’ll have some treats for you to enjoy while we spend some time getting to know each other. Do you prefer red or white wine?”
“Red, white, beer, whiskey, weed—I’m not really particular.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want you to get shit-faced drunk, Mindy. Just comfortable. I want you up and alert—at least enough to make for some stimulating communion.”
“Communion?” I chuckled. “That sounds interesting. I’m sure I’ll be good for that.”
“I’m sure you will too,” she replied. “I know we’ll enjoy each other very much. Just let me know when you’re on your way. Sometime around two AM, you think?”
“I’ll let you know. It depends. Sometimes we close at midnight; sometimes we run a couple of hours over. I’ll be over as soon as I can. How about I text you when I leave?” Shit, my whole body is aching for this woman.
“Good, I have your number—I’ll text you my address. I’m very much looking forward to seeing you. I want you, Mindy.”
I had to finish a gulp before I could speak. “Me too, Ruby. Thank you.”
“Thank you? Don’t thank me, Mindy, just come. I have a feeling you’re really going to like my style of hosting. Okay?”
“Yes, it sounds great,” I said, hoping my voice wasn’t trembling like the rest of me. “See you Friday.”
“Alright then,” she said. “Friday.”
“Bye.”
I was getting ready to press the button to end the call, but then I heard Ruby’s voice say, “Oh, Mindy?”
I brought the phone back up to my ear. “Yes?” I said.
“Are you at work?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Is it busy?” she probed.
“No, actually it’s kinda slow right now. It’ll pick up later. Why?” I asked.
“Would you take your temperature for me, please?”
“Wha—My temperature?”
“Yes, remember when I took your temp when you were hospitalized under my care?”
“Hell, yeah. You mean right now? Without a thermometer?”
“Definitely without a thermometer. Just use your fingers like I did.” She was sounding firm.
“You mean now?” I asked. I was starting to freak out.
“Yes, Mindy, right now. Where are you standing?”
“I’m in my station.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. This will be easy then.”
Oh my god, she means right here, not even in the bathroom! Easy?! I was trying to keep my voice down. I wondered if she was fucking serious. “What do you mean, easy? There are people here—in the shop.”
“But they’re not paying any attention to you, are they? Mindy, I want you to do it right now. This is important to me.”
I could tell she wasn’t joking. I looked around and saw that there were more bodies in the shop, but they all seemed to be on their phones or talking to each other. No one was looking this way.
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” she inquired—or maybe demanded is a better word for her tone.
“A t-shirt and old jean shorts—the comfortable kind,” I answered.
“Well, then….”
I was petrified. I wanted to please Ruby, but I also didn’t want to be discovered fingering myself on the job. But believe it or not, I was more afraid of letting Ruby down.
“Okay,” I said softly and reluctantly.
“Don’t you want to?” she asked. “It would mean a lot to me if you said you wanted to for me.”
I realized what she was saying was true—I did want to do it for her. This was fucking hot. “Yes, I do,” I replied in a whisper.
“Say you want to do it for me in a normal voice, Mindy.”
She’s going to make this difficult, isn’t she? I took a breath, looked around to see if anyone was close, and said in a normal voice, “I want to do this for you.”
“A little louder, please. And do what for me? Be sure to say my name.”
Holy fuck! “I want to take my temperature for you, Ruby,” I said louder, and it seemed like I was shouting. A couple of people glanced my way then turned back to what they were doing.
“Good, I’m glad,” she answered. “Tell me everything that you’re doing.”
“So, now?” I waited for affirmation from Ruby, but she was silent. I took that as a positive and proceeded with my assigned task.
“Okay, I’m standing behind my chair. People can still see me if they looked this way, but they won’t know what I’m doing—well, unless they come to my station.” I waited again for Ruby to say something, but she remained silent. I could faintly hear on the phone that someone was having a conversation in the background, but it wasn’t her. I knew she was still listening.
I was holding the phone to my ear with my left hand, as I maneuvered my right hand into position. I moved slowly and cautiously. “I’m unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper.” Holy fuck, I’m getting so wet and, of course, I didn’t wear panties today! I looked around, and no one else was noticing what I was up to. “I’m not wearing panties, so I�
�m reaching into my pants and touching myself—I am so wet. Really wet. Okay, now I’m sliding my fingers down my pussy, slow and easy, and now I’m putting them inside my wet cunt.” Fuck! I am so fuckin’ wet!
“Keep your fingers there until I tell you to take them out,” Ruby instructed.
“Okay,” I answered. Shit, shit, shit! My fingers were deep inside of me, and it felt amazing. Maybe it was just being on the edge of getting caught that was making it more of an intense experience. I kept nervously looking out on the floor to make sure no one was watching. I doubted that anyone here would be very surprised, but I still didn’t want the awkwardness of having to explain why my hand was in my shorts.
“Mindy?” she asks, breaking my train of thought.
“What? Yes?”
“Keep moving your fingers. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Again, I looked out my station to see if anyone was looking. Things were still dead out there. In a shaky whisper, I told her, “I’m so hot. I’m moving my fingers inside my pussy, and I am so aroused. I’m so wet. I just want to fuck.”
“Good, that sounds very nice. Make sure your thumb is stroking your clit.”
“Oh, yeah, it feels so good. This is so incredible. I think I might cum already!”
“Oh, nice, you’re fast! I like fast—more to enjoy.”
“Sometimes I am,” I clarified. “Oh, God, I think I’m cumming!” I tried to keep my voice down and didn’t want to breathe. My whole body was preparing my orgasm with a crescendo rush. Oh, God, don’t let me scream!
Suddenly, Jerry calls out, “Hey, Mindy!”
With a gasp, I jumped, and the phone slipped out of my hand. It fell into pieces when it hit the floor, and parts scattered all over. The orgasm was botched before it arrived. My body began to deflate in disappointment as I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my lap to hide my open shorts and bare pussy. Jerry walked in.
“Hey, bitch. Could you—” he stopped and looked at me. “You okay? You look a little flushed and sweaty. Are you sure you’re up to being here?”
I tried to calm down. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little carry over from the accident, I guess,” which, actually, had some truth in it since that’s when I met Ruby. “I’m good. Really. Could be better, but I’m good.”
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