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The sound of the clipboard getting tossed on to the table in front of you makes you flinch. The metal hitting the table made a very loud noise and echoed throughout the room. Robby looked beyond pissed. More than he ever had within the past week. You had just started the first round of your internship. It was going fine at first, but you had been making several, very costly mistakes the past few days.
“How is it that you fucked up a chest tube so badly, have you ever put one in before today?” Robby questioned, clearly exasperated. You kept your head down, looking at the dark wood table in front of you. Robby had thankfully shut the door of the break room so others wouldn’t hear.
You refused to look up at him. But you could hear him pacing back and forth behind you. You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head back and forth slightly. You were also taken back by how poorly you had just performed in front of everyone.
“I- I don’t know sir. I promise I’ve practiced them so many times.” You replied, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You picked at the skin around the nail bed on your left thumb and bit your lip. “I’ve practiced them on dummies and cadavers, I just got confused and overwhelmed I think.” You hear him stop pacing. You squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch up your face. You were in for it now.
“You got confused?” His voice raised a little from before. He comes over and stands in front of you. He rests both palms on the table. You can feel his glare. You refuse to look up at him. “This is such a simple procedure, one you should never get confused by. Especially if you’ve practiced before. This isn’t the first time you’ve screwed up this week.”
You continue to stare down at the table. You’re frozen in place. You let him berate you because you deserved it. “I know and I’m sorry. I should have asked Langdon before starting the bi-pap on that patient.” You finally take a chance and look up at him now.
He was staring directly at you. He leaned forward. “Let’s not forget when you almost shredded that poor woman’s vocal cords when intubating her.” He narrowed his eyes. “This is really easy stuff. You should know better.” He had gotten closer to you when he leaned forward, and you could smell a mixture of his natural musk, deodorant, and cologne. You hated that it made something in your stomach drop.
You stared up blankly at him. Despite him reprimanding you currently, he was so incredibly attractive to you. His hair was still a lovely dark brown without any greys even though he was in his fifties. However, his beard was decorated with greys here and there. His deep brown eyes penetrated your soul and it was turning you on by the second. He had a longer nose that jutted out from his face a little but you always had a thing for larger noses. You swallowed hard. He had been talking but you weren’t listening.
“I’m really disappointed with your performance here as of late. I think you need to either study more or consider a different practice.” That last sentence had brought you right straight back down to earth.
“What? No I want to be here. I’ve studied my ass off these past four years.” You were in disbelief. How could he say that?
Robby raised his eyebrow at you. “Oh yeah? Well to me it looks like you’ve been fumbling around, completely clueless of what you’re doing.” He said firmly.
Your mouth fell open but you were quick to close it. It was your turn to glare at him.
“Excuse me? How fucking dare you speak to me like this.” You didn’t apologize for swearing. You knew it was unprofessional but you didn’t care. He was being so mean.
He scoffed at you. “Well you keep folding under pressure and making countless mistakes. These peoples lives are at stake. These mistakes add up, and they could cost someone their life. It almost did today with that chest tube.” He cocked his head to the side, and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just being honest.”
You felt like you could explode with a mixture of shame and anger. But you didn’t want to completely lose it on him. He was your attending, and he could be much worse. You had been through worse with the instructors in med school.
You sigh, slumping your shoulders, and lean back into the chair. “Ok well, what do you suggest?” Clueless as to how you were going to recover from this. You could study as much as you want but that only showed you so much.
Robby sighed, and crossed his arms, straightening up his stance. “Well, I have some practice materials at my apartment. Its not far from here and I’m off tomorrow. You could come by and I can show you how it’s done. Not my ideal way to spend my day off but it’s better than you killing somebody.” He said with an annoyed tone.
You bit your lip again, considering the offer. You notice his eyes flicker down to your mouth. You feel your stomach stir again. Going over to his apartment sounded crazy but if he had stuff to practice with it sounded beneficial. Maybe it would help him get off your back.
You nodded your head. “Yeah. OK. I can do that. I get off at 7pm tomorrow. I could come over then?” Robby grabbed a small note book out of his pocket. He fished a pen out of his cargo pants and scribbled on the paper. “Here’s my address. I’ll be expecting you around 7:30. Don’t be late.” He grumbled. He slipped the paper over to you.
You took it and read the address. You looked back up at him, putting the paper in your pocket. “I’ll be there.” You said firmly. Robby gave you a small nod. “Try not to fuck anything else up today please.” He mumbled as he walked out of the break room.
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Standing in front of Doctor Robbys apartment felt so strange. This was a scenario you never thought you would find yourself in. You were nervous. You had showered quickly after your shift ended and hurriedly threw some mascara on. You wanted to look decent for whatever reason. You had thrown on some athletic shorts, and a t-shirt before you had left. You wished you had brought a nicer change of clothes but you didn’t want to appear eager to be here.
You shook you head a little to get the nerves out. “You can do this. He only offered to help because he wants you to be better” you reminded yourself internally. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Within a few seconds Robby opened the door. He stared down at you and then glanced at the watch on his wrist. “You’re late.” He said with a hint of annoyance. You cross your arms across your chest. “It’s only 7:32. It’s close enough.” “Yeah, and I said don’t be late.” you rolled your eyes. “Come on man, I worked all day and I’m here to learn.” Robby let out a little huff of agreement, and motioned with his head to come in.
Walking past the threshold of the door, you peered around his apartment. Shockingly, it was decorated quite tastefully. It was an older apartment, with high ceilings and tall windows. “Wow. Nice place ya got. Way better than the new apartments I live in on West 5th street.” you noted. Robby gave you a nod, but stayed silent. His walls were decorated with so many different concert posters, you were kind of shocked his apartment displayed so any personality.
“Right well we aren’t here to talk about my house are we?” Robby brushed past you. As he lead you over to the table, you noticed he was wearing grey sweatpants. You had only ever seen him wear cargo pants before, and you cursed yourself internally for checking him out.
“So, I’ve got chest tubes, and endotracheal tubes for you to work with here on our friend” He taps the chest of the mannequin laying on the table. You shrug your backpack off and on to one of the chairs. “Doctor Robby, is this really necessary?” you questioned. He nods his head and put his hand on his hip. “Absolutely. I really don’t want to see you insert a chest tube into someones lung like you almost did yesterday.” You roll your eyes. “That was an accident. I couldn’t get the angle right” He shakes his head with a small smile on his face. “By the time we’re done here, you’ll be able to put one in with your eyes closed.”
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After about an hour and a half, you were sure you actually could put a chest tube in with your eyes shut. Robby had taught you how to use the feeling of the organs, tissue, and muscle rather than trying to use your technical knowledge. “Alright, time to intubate.” he said while tearing off the plastic of the practice tube. You wiped your brow with the back of your hand. “I swear that one I did with that woman was a one time thing, I can intubate.” He looked at you sternly. “Come on, it won’t take long. Come over here and watch me.” He beckoned you with two fingers.
You felt something stir in your stomach watching his fingers make that motion. You had been staring at fingers and hands all night. His hands were so large compared to yours. When he was instructing you with the chest tube you were so distracted at how thick his fingers were. You had to stop yourself so many times from imagining how they would feel inside you.
You took a few steps toward him and stood beside him, lowering yourself so your head was next to the mannequins. You glanced up at Robby. He was so intimidating at work, and somehow even more so since you were in his home. Looking up at him from the angle was making her brain short circuit.
“Ok the trick to intubation is really similar to the chest tube. It’s based on feel more than anything. Yes it helps to have a light and a scope but I don’t want you to rely on that.”
“Shouldn’t I always be using a light that way I don’t mess up and scrape the chords?”
“Yes but there have been times I’ve had to place one without a light. One time on my rotation with the paramedics, I had to place one where I couldn’t even see the patients mouth. He was stuck under some rubble.”
You raise your eyebrows. “How is that even possible?” you questioned.
“That’s a story for another day.” He smiled down at you. “Watch me.”
You concentrated on watching Robby place the intubation tube down the mannequins throat. He didn’t use a scope or a light. He was so fast with it. “Go ahead, make sure it’s placed right.” He gestured with his hand towards the tube. He moves a little to the side, so you can see. You took a step over to see. It was perfectly placed.
You narrow your eyes and look up at him. God he was so handsome, you couldn’t stop thinking about his soft brown eyes and how they could change from delicate and kind to sharp and intense in a split second.
“Teach me” you say. He smirks. Oh you were done for.
You stand up straight and he moves even closer to you, never breaking eye contact.
“Alright here, put your hand on this part of the trachea.” He takes your hand and guides it to the upper part of where the trachea starts on the mannequin. Christ his hands were warm. They were a little rough too. His hand completely encapsulated you own. “Do you feel this right here?” It was a small, barely noticeable bump.
“Um…not really. Am I able to feel it on myself?” He took his hand off yours and sighed. “Ok turn your body and look at me”. You shifted your body so you were fully facing him now. He peered down at you with an unreadable expression.
He lifted his hand, and brought it up towards the base of your neck. It floated only a few inches above your skin. Close enough to where you felt the warmness radiating off of it.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice sounded rougher, but quiet.
“Please?” It slipped out before you had a chance to think. You hear his breath hitch a little
“Excuse me?” He says.
“I meant yes…..I’m-I’m sorry.” you fumbled over your words
His hand moves a few inches up and clamps firmly around your neck.
“No that’s not what I heard. I think I heard a "please” come out of that little mouth of yours.“
"I-it did but it was an accident sir I promise.” a whimper escapes from your throat at the end of your sentence.
A dark chuckle comes out of his mouth. He steps closer and completely invades your space. He whispers in your ear now.
“Is this what you wanted when you came here? To try and see if I would fuck you or not? See if it would help me overlook your stupid mistakes?” He says gravely.
“No…im..uh..not sure..” You whine. You feel his other hand come up and he threads his fingers through your hair, giving the strands a tug.
“Not sure huh? Don’t fucking lie to me now.” He removes his hand from your throat, and moves it down to the front of the waistband of your shorts.
“I’m- I’m not I….I did genuinely need some help but….I don’t know I just….” You sputtered. You really weren’t sure what your true reason was coming here.
“Just what? Wanted to try and tempt me to sleep with one of my students?” He moved his mouth away from your ear and tugged on your hair harder. You whimper. His fingers dipped a bit beneath the waistband of your shorts. His fingers were hot against your skin. “Guess I’ll have to teach you yet another lesson huh? What happens when you try and take on more than you can handle.”
His hand leaves you hair and he sweeps the mannequin and medical materials off the table in one motion. They clang loudly to the floor. He pushes you on to your stomach, your cheeks are flat against the cool table. He takes both your hands and puts them behind you, against your lower back. He pushes his lower half into the backs of your thighs. You can feel his hard cock. You shudder from how thick he felt.
“I knew you were a fuckin’ slut.” He rips your shorts down, they pool around your ankles. You whimper. “I’m…I’m not a slut” you protest. He presses his cock harder into the bare thighs. The feeling makes your eyes flutter.
He lets out a cruel laugh. “I know you don’t believe that for a goddamn second. I’ve barely touched you and I can see the little damp spot on those pretty panties you’re wearing.” You blush. He was right, you had been wet since the second he guided your hand on to the mannequins throat.
You feel his fingers pull your underwear to the side. He lets out a low whistle. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked. Drippin’ all down your legs.” You tremble and moan. You feel him shift his weight and lower himself. “Gotta have a taste before I ruin ya.”
He licks a long stripe from your clit to your dripping hole, gripping your ass cheeks while doing so. He groans into your pussy. You let out a loud moan and rock your core onto his face. He moans back. “Oh you’re filthy baby. Taste so fucking sweet too.” His tongue swirls around your clit, and his fingers prod at your entrance. You squirm and try to open your legs more.
He inserts two fingers into you and your eyes roll back a little in your head. You knew they would feel amazing inside you. “Does that feel good baby?” You can barely think, but you mumble out a breathy “yes”. He stands up as he He pumps them in and out, achingly slow.
“Knew you would be tight but goddamn sweetheart, you’re fuckin squeezing me. We’ll make it work though.” He goes faster now, the sounds your cunt is making fills the room, echoing off the walls.
He lets go of your hands finally and goes to untuck his cock from his sweatpants. He doesn’t even take them off fully, just enough to get the job done. He takes his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.
You turn your head to look behind you. You see him using your slick on his fingers to coat his cock. Your eyes widen. He’s big. At least 8 inches, and girthy. His balls rest on the band of his sweatpants, and you see some of his public hair. It’s dark brown and looks like it leads into a happy trail but you can’t be sure. He notices you watching, but doesn’t stop. He makes direct eye contact with you. “Got so wet for me baby I didn’t want it to go to waste. It’s going to be a tight fit but you can take it.” You shudder at his depravity and resume looking face forward. You spread your legs even more for him, sticking your ass out more in the process.
He gives you a spank as he lines up his cock to your hole. “That’s my good girl. Finally fuckin learning something.” He thrusts inside you and a guttural groan leaves your throat. He’s huge. You’re certain you’ve never had anyone this big before. Every inch feels like an eternity, but you love each second of it. He grants you mercy by taking it slow at first.
He gripes your hips tightly as he gets deeper and deeper. Hissing when he’s fully inside. “Jesus christ honey you’re fucking choking my cock here. Feels incredible.” He starts to thrust in and out now, they’re deep, punching thrusts. If his cock was any bigger, it would be too much.
He tightens his grip around your hips even more. You know you’re going to have small, fingerprint shaped bruises there in the morning. A part of you can’t wait to admire them in mirror. You moan and grip the table. desperate to hold on to something has he pounds into you.
“Wish you could see yourself right now. This slutty pussy looks so good wrapped around this cock.” One of his hands leaves your waist and goes to your clit. The second his finger makes contact with you you’re a whimpering mess. “Fuck Robby that feels so good” you moan, your eyes fluttering.
He goes faster now, his thrusts controlled but quick. His finger swirling around your clit in a concentrated motion.
“Mhmm I bet it does baby, you’re sounding like a proper whore now. All because you love this cock so much.” You want to protest but you can’t. He’s right. This is the best sex you’ve had in your life.
He leans forward, stuffing you completely full of his cock. It makes your vision blur and you cry out. He whispers in your ear, his finger still on your clit. “There’s no stopping this now. You’ll take this cock whenever I want. In the back hallway at work, in the break room, the bathroom. There’s no end to this now. And you’ll take it because you love it.”
In some sick and twisted way, you enjoyed the images running through your head. Him fucking you at any moment. You were his to claim, and if anyone found out you both would be done for. All you could do was shake your head and whimper a “yes sir.”
He straightens up and goes faster, sloppy thrusts now. You both were about to reach your climax. He puts more pressure on your clit and moves quicker than before, the fine controlled movements making you tremble. “I’m….I’m so close.” your words coming out in pants.
“Me too honey, this pussys too good I can’t last for long.” In between thrusts he mumbles a “We’ll have to work on that, huh?”. You grip the table as best as you can and feel your orgasm coming in waves. Encompassing your whole body.
You feel his hips stutter and he pulses inside you. He groans and his grip on your waist is deadly, the pressure on your clit from his other hand is overwhelming. You squirm underneath him from it.
You’re both breathing heavily and remain that way for a minute. Both of you coming down from your high. He finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you and down the inner parts of your legs. You’re feeling too good to care.
He tucks himself back into his pants. His forehead glistens with sweat. You lean down and with one arm you tug your underwear and shorts back on. You straighten up from your bent over position. He puts his hand on your shoulder, and turns you around to face him.
“You ok?” he asks, but it feels more like he’s checking in with you. You nod. He nods back. “Good.”
You both stare at a each other for a minute, unsure what to say next. It’s strangely a comfortable silence.
You turn around and grab your backpack. “It’s getting late, I should go.” you say, while shakily shrugging your backpack on.
He walks towards you and puts his hand on your arm. “Just tell me no and this can stop.”
You look into his eyes. “That’s the problem.” You pause. “I don’t think I ever will.”