by Winter Scott
Dust was picking me up at the hospital in a couple hours and I didn't even have a change of clothes with me. I couldn't wear my scrubs on a date. I thought about going home but I wouldn't have enough time to get back. If I was smart enough, I could've asked for his phone number so he could pick me up at my apartment. All those years of school didn't train me for real life.
I found Fiona in the locker room changing into her street clothes. “I have a little bit of a problem, I have a date tonight and no change of clothes,” I told her.
Fiona's lips curled in amusement. “The famous Dr. Holmes has a date tonight?”
I blushed and nodded. “Is it that crazy of an idea?”
Fiona shook her head. “Only crazy that someone as hot as you has been able to keep men away for so long.”
She thought I was hot? I looked down at myself. I knew I wasn't ugly but hot never entered my mind. I laughed. “Yeah I wish. I guess I just haven't had the time for dating. Too focused on my career.”
“Well you're in luck.” Fiona scrounged through her locker and pulled out a tight black dress. “Try this on.”
“You just keep a dress like that in your locker?”
“You never know when a sexy patient or doctor is going to ask you out.”
Fiona looked the same size as me except my breasts were a couple cup sizes bigger. I quickly undressed and squeezed into the tiny dress. Fiona mouthed the word “wow” before I could check myself in the mirror.
I used Fiona's full-length mirror in her locker. The black dress hugged every curve and was way too short. My boobs barely fit and looked like they were exploding out of the window. I tried to pull the dress down lower to cover more of my ass but it was no use.
“You look fucking amazing,” Fiona said with her mouth wide open.
“Really? You don't think it's a bit slutty.” I turned around and showed her my massive cleavage.
Fiona leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Your going to need to fight the men off you tonight. I hope your date is ready for a brawl.”
I blushed. Dust would be able to take care of anyone that got too close. “Thank you so much. I'll get the dress back to you tomorrow.”
Fiona waved both hands. “Seriously, keep it. It looks way better on you. I always wondered what the dress would look like with a bigger bust.” Her eyes trailed down to my cleavage. “Now I know.”
“Oh I couldn't. This dress must have cost you a fortune.” I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. I had never looked this good before in my entire life.
“Don't worry, I got it at a thrift shop. So who's your date for tonight? It's not Dr. Green is it?”
A shiver ran down my spine. She already knew he was bad news so I didn't need to explain anything to her. I hadn't told her what happened in the pharmacy. I didn't want to frighten her yet. “No actually it's one of my patients. Do you remember Dust King?”
“You mean the handsome-as-hell biker?”
I nodded. “Yeah that's the one.”
“I gave him a couple of sponge baths. Girl, you're in for a real treat.” Fiona winked at me. What did she mean by that? Did her and Dust do something. I remembered walking in on them and Fiona seemed embarrassed. She closed her locker and flipped hair. “Good luck tonight. Tell me all about it on your next shift.”
“Will do. Thank you again for the dress!” I returned to the small round mirror in my locker and tried to fix up my makeup. I must have put my hair up and down again over a dozen times. What would Dust like? I left my blonde hair down and let it cascade brush against my shoulders. When I was confident with my look, I closed my locker and went downstairs to wait.
Most of the nurses and doctors didn't even recognize me as I strutted along. I certainly got a lot of eyes on me though. I wasn't used to that kind of attention before. Being a female doctor came with it's fair share of sexual harassment but this was different. I could feel the desire overflowing from the men as I passed by.
I quickly sent a text to Winona to tell her I'd be going home late since I was going on a date. I should have known my phone was going to blow up.
Winona: A date!
Winona: You must be lying. Funny joke. Ha ha.
Winona: Wait! Are you really going on a date?
Kayla: Not lying.
Winona: Who is it? Better not be Doctor Green!
Why does everybody instantly assume it's Green. Why would Winona, especially after I told her what he did to me?
Kayla: No it's the patient who saved me. I'll tell you about it later.
Winona: You better not spare me any detail. I'm on my third viewing of Gone with the Wind. I need something new.
I smiled and shut my phone off. I still needed to find my little sister a date. Surely one of the other doctors would be interested. On my next shift, I'd start the search to find Winona Mr. Right.
The hospital doors slid open to reveal Dust walking in wearing his signature leather jacket and faded blue jeans. His wardrobe was so simple but effective. I felt like a schoolgirl all over again, swooning over every guy that wore a letterman's jacket. I stood up as he approached.
“Holy fuck, Kayla. You look...I'm fucking speechless.” His eyes scanned my body up and down. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered around.
I giggled and tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. I grabbed my brown purse that looked like a grocery bag. It didn't match the dress but there wasn't much I could do about that.
“Shall we go?” he asked.
I nodded.“Where are we going tonight?”
“I thought we'd hit a bar and get a couple drinks. Then see where the night takes us.”
“That sounds nice.” I knew exactly what he meant by that. And I had no qualms about going back to his place tonight. There would be no way I'd be able to stop my body.
Dust led me outside to the parking lot where his motorcycle was parked. Even though Dust was a biker, I didn't expect that. I stopped short of the motorcycle and stared at it. The bike was dark and the chrome was perfectly polished. The thing looked very intimidating.
“What's wrong?” Dust asked.
“Nothing, I've just never been on a motorcycle before.”
Dust arched an eyebrow. “Really? Never?”
“Don't have much time to ride bikes between shifts.”
He handed me a helmet that covered my entire head. There goes my perfect hair. “Don't worry Kayla, with me, I'll never let anything happen to you.”
I stared at him in awe. Is this the man I've been waiting for my entire life? Dust put his helmet on and hopped on the motorcycle. He looked good on it. I mean really good.
“Get on,” Dust ordered me.
I complied immediately and jumped on behind Dust. There wasn't much space and I had to sit right up against Dust's back. My chest was pushed against him and I tried hard to control my racing heart.
“Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight. We don't want you falling off, do we?”
I shook my head and slipped my hands under his arms and clenched onto his chest. Oh my god he's so strong. A wetness began to pool between my thighs. I hadn't touched a man like this in forever. I wanted to touch more of him. My skin sizzled with pleasure.
Dust started the bike and the rumbling beneath me felt fantastic. We zoomed out of the parking lot in a flash. The wind caught my hair and adrenaline pumped through my veins. Dust deftly weaved in and out of cars, barely missing them. My heartbeat spiked at every turn. I was scared out of my mind but felt safe close to Dust. I knew he wouldn't do anything too dangerous. For him, this was probably a pleasurable stroll on a bike.
Dust parked the bike at a bar called the Stinky Goat. This couldn't be the place he was taking me on a date? Wasn't this where he got stabbed? I didn't want to question him about it. Just let it go, Holmes. The large building was all green with faded and peeling paint. Bikes just like Dust's were parked everywhere. I actually didn't spot one normal car in the parking lot. This was definitely not my kind of place. B
ut when I thought about Dust it made perfect sense. Wearing a dress like this was probably not the best choice.
I got off the bike and pried the helmet off, still trying to catch my breath. “That was out of this world.” I took out my compact and tried to fix my hair the best I could.
Dust shut off his bike and grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. How could anyone not fall for him? “I'm glad you liked the ride. Next time, maybe I'll go above forty-five mph.”
“Oh my god, I can't believe we were going that slow! I thought we were at least going a hundred.”
The thought of another bike ride excited me. But the thought of Dust naked and on top of me excited me more. Where was this night going to take me?
Chapter Eleven
Dust
Her hands wrapped around my chest tight felt way too good. I circled around the Stinky Goat a few times just so I could feel her against me for a little while longer. Her body in that dress was driving me wild. Her juicy tits were begging to be felt up and the dress was so short I could almost get a peek at that ass. The massive hard-on in my pants wouldn't go away ever since I saw her.
It was Tuesday night at the Goat and the place was packed for a weeknight. It took awhile to wade through the crowd of people and finally find a couple seats at the end of the bar. We passed over my blood stains on the floor from the stabbing. No need to tell Kayla that was the spot where it happened. Jimi Hendrix's “Purple Haze” screamed over the loud speaker and two bikers were playing air guitar.
“Nice place,” Kayla yelled to me.
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The Stinky Goat was one of the best bars in Sacks County. I waved Hunter the bartender over.
Hunter clapped his hands and smiled. “Well I'll be damned. Dust King. I didn't think I'd see you here again so soon.”
“Good to see you too, Hunter.”
“Everything all okay with the...” Hunter did a stabbing motion with his hands.
I put my arm around Kayla's shoulder. “Yeah the doc right here fixed me pretty good.”
Hunter looked Kayla up and down with wide eyes. “Well if that's the case the drinks are on the house. What can I get for you two?”
“Just a beer for me.” I gazed over at Kayla and waited for her to choose but she looked so lost. “Get the lady an expensive cocktail.”
Hunter rubbed his hands together and flipped a white towel over shoulder. “Coming right up.”
Kayla leaned over and I got a nice whiff of that same flowery perfume. She smelled so damn good. “The bartender seems very nice,” she said.
“We've been friends ever since we were kids. But he's only on his best behavior because there's a lady present. Normally he's foul mouthed and rude.”
Hunter returned with drinks. “A Guinness for the son of a bitch and a watermelon margarita for his lovely date.”
I took a sip of the beer and watched Kayla take a drink. She scrunched up and turned her nose at it. I chuckled and whispered in her ear. “I never said Hunter was good at making drinks.”
“Its fine,” she replied, taking another sip. “Just a little too strong for me.”
Once Kayla got a little more relaxed from the alcohol, I'd take her back to my place and tear that tight dress right off. She'd look good bent over my bed with her ass in the air.
I felt a slap on the back and looked behind to find Isaac. His long black hair made him look like he was apart of a metal band from the 80's. He was the treasurer of the Savage Beasts MC which meant he took care of all the money. Isaac was smart—almost too smart to be a biker. But we were lucky to have him.
“Glad to see you out and about, Dust,” Isaac said.
“I had to get a little time away from Chloe. She was checking in on me every minute.”
Isaac noticed Kayla and licked his lips. Down boy! “Who's the chick, Dust?”
“Kayla this is Isaac. He's also a member of Savage Beasts.” I turned back towards Isaac. “Kayla is the doctor who saved me.”
Everything clicked for Isaac. “Thanks for saving this bastard. But nobody would have noticed if you had let him die.”
I playfully slugged him in the arm. Isaac loved to break my balls. “Pay no attention to him,” I told Kayla.
Isaac sat down next to Kayla. “You don't want anything to do with this guy,” he said, pointing his thumb at me. “This guy's bad news. Heed my warning, stay away from him.”
“Okay she's had enough, Isaac. Go bug someone else.”
Isaac grabbed my beer and took it with him. He deserved a sucker punch to the stomach later. Hunter saw what happened and already began pouring me another.
“Is this where you guys...” Kayla searched for the right words.
“No our club house is a few miles from here. We like coming here because there's more liquor.”
“Are there any other members here?” she asked.
I scanned the room. “See that big oaf in the corner with the two girls.” Kayla nodded. “That's Big Mike.” I pointed over at the other end of the bar. “That's Steel over there with the gray hair and glasses.”
“Oh yeah, I remember him from the hospital.”
“The rest of the MC are probably back at the clubhouse.”
Kayla nursed her drink and looked around acting bored. How could I engage her more? I'd never really been on a date before. My experience was one-night stands. I didn't even know most of their names. All it took was one look from across the bar and they'd be under my sheets within the hour. What do people normally talk about on dates?
“Why did you become a doctor?” I asked, shuffling closer.
Kayla returned to me, batting her long eyelashes. She seemed surprised by my question. Maybe that was a good thing?
“It started when I was a kid,” she began. “My parents wanted me to become a doctor since I was six years old. I never dreamed of doing anything else. They pushed me and my younger sister to be the best. Anything lower than an A- wasn't good enough for them.”
I fell into her eyes as she told me her story. I couldn't believe she was opening up to me so much. She was so damn sexy and her deep cleavage was so captivating that it was hard to look away. Hunter came over and set a beer in front of me, breaking my concentration.
Kayla continued, “When I became a doctor, I thought I'd finally get the recognition I deserved. But my parents only pushed me harder. I cut off all contact with them and they left me with a huge load of student debt to pay off. That was a couple years ago.”
“Damn that sounds rough.”
Kayla faked a smile. “Enough about my family. Tell me about yours.”
I was afraid she was going to say that. “I don't want to make tonight anymore depressing than it already is.”
“It's only fair. I told you everything about me. Your turn now.” Kayla crossed her arms and gave me a smug look.
I took a long sip of beer. “I grew up in a trailer home with my mom and dad. I had a really good childhood. Hunter could attest to that. But when I was eight, I came home early and found my dad...” Don't get choked up, Dust! You're over it now. It's all in the past. I took a breath and continued, “My father committed suicide with a gun.”
“Holy fuck,” Kayla reached for my hand on the bar.
“My mom couldn't handle it and sent me away to live with my grandparents. They lived a few blocks down from the Savage Beasts MC and the rest is history.”
“I'm so sorry, Dust. That is so terrible. I can't believe I was complaining about my family when you went through all that.”
“Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. Let's move on.” I waved Hunter over. “More drinks, bartender!”
Kayla looked around the room. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”
I pointed to the back of the bar. She smiled and left with her purse. I downed my beer and thought the night was going pretty well. Just don't fuck it up, King.
“Mr. King, what a pleasure to see you here.” That voice was like nails on a chalkboar
d. I turned around to see the one face I hoped wouldn't be here tonight—my ex-girl Skylar. She was my only girlfriend that ended years ago but she was obsessed with me. A tattoo of my name was permanently marked across her chest. Skylar loved walking around thinking she was my property.
