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After leaving Doctor Robbys apartment that night, you drove home with the windows down. Your car radio blasting 'the Sniper at the Gates of Heaven' by the Black Angels. The cool summer night air making you shiver. You could hardly believe what just happened. You fucked your boss, and now you've potentially agreed to let him take you wherever, whenever. The thought alone makes goosebumps spread across your skin like wildfire.
You get home, parking your car in its designated space on the street. You step out of the car, slamming the door shut. The sounds of the city making its way to your eardrums. A siren way off in the distance. Some people across the street laughing. A dog barking. You feel a strange sense of tension within yourself at this moment. You make your way to the other side of the car, opening the door and bending over a little to get your backpack. You feel a sticky wetness slowly stream down your inner thigh a little. Your feel your cheeks turn red even though there's no one around.
You make your way into your apartment building, punching in the code to the doors. As you enter the lobby, the oppressive fluorescent lighting makes you wince a little. The building you lived in was nice but you hated how it had no personality. It was very minimalistic and modern. Despite living on the fifth floor, you decided to take the stairs.
You keep your eyes focused on the stairs. The cracking, grey concrete floor looking the same with each step. Your thighs burn but you don't really care. It feels good. Makes you feel alive. As you make it to your floor you dig your keys out of the side pocket of your backpack. You say a silent prayer to yourself, wishing your roommate isn't home for once. She was nice but always just wanted to talk about herself and smoke weed. You weren't in the mood for it right now.
You unlocked your door and thankfully, the apartment was pitch black. You didn't know when she got back from her waitressing job so you wasted zero time tossing your backpack in your room and grabbing fresh clothes. You made your way into your shared bathroom, and immediately spin the dials in the shower to the hottest setting. The bathroom quickly fills with steam.
You peel your clothing off and feel a weird sense of shame and regret. You don't understand why either because you definitely wanted to fuck him. You reason with yourself that its because he was your boss and normal people shouldn't fuck their boss. He had so much power over you and could just dismiss you at any moment. You step into the shower and the water stings as it hits your skin. It feels good. Necessary. It was painful but not uncomfortable.
You meticulously cleaned yourself. Lathering every inch of your red and angry skin. You watch the suds fall off your body and spin down the drain. So many thoughts bounce around your head but none stayed long enough for you to process them.
As you turned the water off and got out, you grabbed your towel and started drying yourself off slowly. The softness against your skin is a welcome feeling. As you got down to your hips you noticed small dark spots where his fingers had griped you. "Were there more?" you wondered internally. You took a step forward and stood in front of the counter. You swiped a shaky hand across the mirror. You wanted to see yourself.
Your skin was splotchy from the heat of the water. Your eyes traveled down your body and landed on your hips. Small finger tip shaped bruises dotted around the front of your hip bones. You turned around and there were some on the back too. You felt a twisted sense of satisfaction starting to sprout within a part of yourself you knew was always there. You didn't like to acknowledge that part. It wasn't good. That part of you liked how messy this situation between you and Robby will probably become.
You finish drying yourself off, and put your pajamas on. You toss your wet towel and dirty clothes into your hamper. Opening the curtains up to peer at the stars, you frown and realize you couldn't see them anyways. Too much light pollution.
You plug your phone into the charger, and set your alarm for 5:30am. 6 hours from now. You slither under your covers, the cool satin sheets feel great after the hot shower you just had. You don't dream that night, too exhausted and overwhelmed from the day.
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Weeks go by. Nothing happens between you and Robby. You wait and wait and wait. When the two of you are alone, the exchanges are short. Curt, even. Like he's annoyed you're taking up space in the room. When you're presenting a case and you fumble over your words, He rolls his eyes and finishes your sentences for you. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You can tell he gets off on humiliating you in front of the others.
After a particularly difficult case earlier in the day you were just now entering your notes into the computer. A few minutes go by when you overhear Dana mention your name. Your ears perk up, and you turn to look over towards her. She's about 15 feet away, at the central station. Her back is facing towards you, and she's leaning against the desk. You look past her and see she's talking to Robby. He has his arms folded across his chest, a tell tale sign he's pissed.
"I think you're being way too hard on her. She's just a kid, Robby."
"Yeah and she's a kid that's come this far in her education, and still making beginner mistakes." His voice is soaked in venom.
You go back to looking at your computer, pretending to type. You really should just get up and walk away but you need to hear what he says. It makes your stomach flutter in a weird way to listen to him talk about you in front of others.
"She IS a beginner Robby. She's only been here for two months. Cut her some slack."
"No absolutely not. She has got to improve soon or I'm delaying her moving on to her next rotation."
Dana scoffs at this.
Your eyes widen. You felt like you were getting better, you hadn't done serious harm to anyone. Sure you double checked over your work and moved a bit slower than everyone else but that's because you were being careful.
"Why hold her back? Just to humiliate her in front of the everyone?"
You smile to yourself after that comment. Dana was right on the money and she didn't even know it. You turn to look back over at her for a second, when you feel your heart in your chest drop. Your eyes connect to Robbys. He was staring at you over Danas shoulder. You hold eye contact, frozen like a deer in headlights.
Robbys eyes flicker back to Dana. He nods at her.
"Yeah, if that's what it takes for her to do better. I'll hold her back for as long as I want."
Your jaw drops slightly. He had so much power over you. You feel a little sick to your stomach.
You see Dana shake her head and straighten herself up.
"That's a little harsh don't you think?"
You watch Robby shrug his shoulders and his eyes look past Danas head, and his eyes land on you again.
"Whatever it takes."
You shift your head back to the computer, quickly save your note, and log off. You get up from the chair and walk towards the furthest supply closet from everything else. You need to find somewhere quiet to breath, cry, scream. You're not sure which.
You pass by your co-workers in the break room and they call out to you. You ignore them.
You make your way to the storage closet at the back of the ER. No one usually ever comes in there anyways because it's so far from the central part of the emergency room. People have been known to go back there and even sleep sometimes on a break because of how unused the room is.
As you open the door you're hit with the stale, musty smell of the room. You shut the door and walk over to one of the old, broken chairs in the corner. Its missing a wheel on one of the legs that clearly could have been fixed but nobody felt like putting the effort in.
You slump down in it. As you stare at the green and white linoleum you feel some tears drip down your face. How the hell did you get into this situation? Robby has barely spoken to you outside of rounds and approving orders these past few weeks, why did he feel the need to hold you back? You had worked a few nights too and Doctor Abbott said you had been doing great.
You contemplate this for a few minutes until you hear the door start to open. You wipe your nose and look up. It's Robby. You glare at him. He shuts the door behind him.
"What the fuck is your problem with me? You're going to hold me back from my next rotation!?"
Robby takes a few steps towards you. He looks you up and down slowly. As if sizing up some prey.
"If you don't get your act together, I might." He responded plainly.
You shake your head in disbelief.
"Want to clue me in on what you mean by that exactly?" You reply with a harsh tone. "You've barely talked to me in the last month. I've made a lot of progress."
He's made his way over to you now. His tall stature towers over you. You feel so small in comparison.
He cocks his head. "Oh? Who said you've made progress. I know it wasn't me."
You looked him dead in the eye as you stand up and out of the chair.
"Doctor Abbott has. He gives me tons of praise actually."
Robbys eyes glaze over. His eyes become darker and his demeanor changes.
"Did you fuck him too?"
You scoff at him. "Fuck off Robby."
He takes a step closer, invading your space more.
"Given your current track record, I wouldn't be surprised. A slut like yourself will take it from anyone she can get."
Your face becomes flush, and you hate that you can feel yourself get turned on when he calls you a slut.
You open your mouth to answer him, but you hear his pager in his pocket go off. Without looking at it, He grabs it and silences it. His eyes piercing you to the wall.
"This conversation isn't over." He stares at you for another moment, then turns and leaves the supply closet.
You stand there, thinking about just spending the rest of your shift in the closet to avoid further embarrassment, but you know that would add another reason for Robby to hold you back. Plus your co-workers will poke and prod you for information about what happened to you today. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and make your way out of the room. You hope you can survive the next four hours without incident.
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Another few days go by and nothing noteworthy happens. You clock in, do your work, and go home. Rinse and repeat. Robby doesn't so much as even look at you except for when you're asked questions at rounds and when approving your orders.
When shift change occurs this morning, you notice that Doctor Abbott hasn't left yet. It's slow in the ER right now. Robby and Abbott are having some type of discussion in the break room. You enter the room and walk straight to the coffee maker, paying them no mind.
"Ahh there's my favorite med student!" Doctor Abbott proclaims as you're pouring coffee into the paper to-go cup you're holding.
You smile and turn your head, sitting the coffee pitcher back on to the burner.
"You're just saying that" you say, being extra bashful. You can feel Robbys eyes on you. Reading your body language and how you respond to Abbotts praise.
"Nah I don't just say that to anyone. You're my star student when you're on the night shift."
You walk over to him and give him a small playful shove on his shoulder. He pretends to wince. You hear Robby clear his throat and you swear at the corner of your eye you seem him tighten his hand around the coffee mug.
"I bet you say that to everyone Jack." You sit down in the chair next to him and scoot it closer. Oh you're really pushing it now. But you don't really care. Robby hasn't fucked you for a month, as far as you know he never will again. Jack is hot and way nicer than Robby has ever been to you.
Jack laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Trust me kid, I've never seen someone your age put in a guide line in so fast." He looks over at Robby.
"Real meticulous fingers she's got over here Robby, you have got to check it out."
Robbys eyes move to you then back to Jack. He gives him a nod and a smile.
"Oh I'm sure." He says without much emotion.
Jack's hand moves and he pats you on the back.
"You've got a good one here Robby, I know a smart one when I see it." He moves his hand and winks at you.
You giggle a bit too hard at his wink and bite your lip for a second before putting your hand on his forearm briefly.
"That's only because I've got such a good teacher on the night shift. Always guiding me through procedures. You're so good at taking your time with me." You smile and dare to glance at Robby.
He looks frozen to his seat and like his coffee cup might break from the amount of pressure he's applying to it.
You decide you've done enough damage for the day, and stand up from the table.
"Well excuse me gentleman, I've got a head laceration to go suture." You leave the room and sway your hips more than usual as you leave.
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"Shit, we don't have any more 11 blades? I just used my last one I had on me." You were scrounging around the closet next to the pediatric room.
Santos shook her head. She was looking for some spare Mylanta laying around. The stash in the staff lounge was all out.
"Nah man. I was looking for some this morning and finally found a few boxes in the supply closet that's in the back."
You sigh. "Fuck I don't want to walk all the way down there. You don't have any spare ones on ya?"
"Nope, you're shit outta luck. Quit being lazy and just go down there." She glances down at her watch. "Dude it's your break anyway, you could catch a nap in there while you're at it."
"So true! Alright I'll be back in an hour." You walk with a pep in your step towards the back supply closet. You had been having a great day so far, no wild mishaps and had some interesting cases. You turn the knob, and open the door a few inches when out of nowhere you feel a large hand claw at the collar of your scrubs, ripping you into the closet.
You're forced up against the door. Robby has both his hands pressing into your shoulders, he forces his knee in-between your legs, he leans in close. His beard scraping against the side of your face.
"You haven't let Jack touch what's mine, have you?" he breathes into your ear.
You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. You shake your head from side to side.
He chuckles at your sudden helplessness. "Too scared to talk? That's funny because earlier you wouldn't shut the fuck up about how Jack takes his time with you."
His knee grinds up and into your mound. Your eyes flitter and as you whimper one of the hands he had on your shoulders clamps down over your mouth.
"As much as I want everyone to hear you, I'm not done with you. Not even close." He spits through his teeth.
He moves the leg that's up against your core and takes you by the front of your shirt, roughly pulling you over to an old desk in the back corner of the room.
He forces you down on top of it, facing towards him.
"Spread your legs and look at me."
You do what he says without a second thought. You've been waiting for this.
One hand grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes are pitch black. You don't recognize this man. This is a different person entirely. A man that is possessed with a primal need to take what is his no matter the cost.
The hand that isn't griping your jaw slides down to the apex of your thighs. Two of this fingers glide over the thin material of your pants. Your lower half flinches at the touch. You're more sensitive than you thought.
"You let anyone else fuck you?" He questions, gently rubbing you over your clothing. He somehow finds your clit and adds some pressure. Your breath hitches in your throat.
"No" you whisper, a little shakily. "I haven't even touched myself ." You breathe out.
He move his head a bit to the side, letting out a "mhmm" as he moves slow circles over your clit.
"Pants off. Now." He commands.
You immediately lift you hips as he goes to rip your pants down. He takes them all the way off, including your panties. A risky move given anyone could walk in.
"Lift those arms too. I want to see it all." He says with a firm tone.
You obey, and put your arms up. He quickly moves your shirt up and off your body, tossing it on top of your discarded pants. You peel your shoes and socks off too.
You shiver with how cold it is in the room, closing your legs in the process. Your nipples hardening at the sudden coolness, goosebumps covering your skin. He forces your legs back open, a hiss leaving his mouth as he sees you how badly you want him. Your core glistening even in the low lighting.
Robby takes a step back and his eyes devour your body. One of his hands goes to rub his stiffened cock, the outline clearly visible in his pants.
"Goddamn you're fuckin perfect. Spent so much time dreaming about this body of yours."
He steps into your space once again, still palming his cloth covered member. He looks deeply into your eyes, his other unoccupied hand comes up and grasps your neck firmly. He knows exactly where to grab you to cut off your air supply. His hand leaves his pants and comes up to your breast, swiping over your nipple.
"I lost count of the times I've had to jerk off in the staff bathroom because of you. Those sweet moans of yours played in a constant loop in my head all day. I need to hear them again."
His grip becomes tighter around your neck, while he simultaneously pinches your nipple. You whimper a little and your head feels fuzzy.
He lets go of you after a moment, and you gasp for air. You breasts moving up and down with your deep inhaling and exhaling.
He brings both his hands to your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.
You roll them towards him, searching for any type of friction up against your core.
"Oh you're fuckin desperate aren't you?" he whispers in your ear. "Can't say I blame you, I can see how wet you are from here."
One of his hands slowly leaves your hips and makes it way toward where you need it the most. His fingers ghost over your clit and your hand shoots up to clasp around the collar of his shirt. A moan leaves your lips and you rock your hips again.
"Don't be fucking greedy now." He gives your inner thigh a firm slap.
You whine, you just want him to fuck you already.
"Please Robby, please I need you so badly. I waited long enough." breathe out. Your arm drops down from his shirt and you spread you legs even wider, scooting forward and putting yourself further on display.
"You'll take what I give you or I'll walk out of this room right now and never touch you again." He articulated.
You nod and try your best to stay still.
He drags his fingers through your folds, the feeling of it making your eyes flutter and your back arch.
"Jesus, I've barely even touched you. Do you get wet this easy for anybody? Or does it turn you on just thinking about how much older I am than you?" He presses his thumb on to your clit, the pressure is overwhelming.
You lean forward and moan into his chest, attempting to suppress your voice.
He other hand comes up and lands on the base of your neck. You rest your head against his shoulder as he swipes steady circles around your clit.
"That feel good sweetheart? I'll be it does. Didn't touch yourself for weeks, neglecting your sweet little pussy here baby but don't worry. I'll give her what she needs." He coos in your ear.
You feel your eyes starting the water, what he's doing feels so good and you've been pent up for weeks. Waiting for him to do exactly this.
You take your head off his shoulder and look up at him, a few tears dropping and sliding down your cheeks.
"I just wanted to be a good girl for you." you whisper up at him.
He groans and you feel his dick twitch against your leg as he sees your tears.
"Oh you are baby don't worry. I've been so hard on you lately, I need to make you feel better huh? Only I can do that. No one else." He reassures you.
You nod, the hold he has on your psyche is ironclad.
"Good girl. Now turn around for me." He takes his finger off your clit and you whine at the loss.
He moves back so you can slide off the table.
You lay flat on your stomach with your hands on either side of you. You feel his hand trace down your spine. Feather light. You stick your ass out for him and feel him press his still covered groin up against your pussy.
"I wish you could see how good you look right now. Dripping all over me. Gonna leave a stain my pants with how wet you are. But I know you don't care. I bet it makes you even wetter to think about everyone else seeing the little mess you made on me once I leave this room."
You moan and dig your fingers into the table. He was right. He always is. How does he know your inner depravity so well?
"Use your words for me." He presses himself harder up against you and spanks your ass cheek. "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit you love what I do to you."
He spanks you again, hard and without restraint. He tugs at your hair, enough to lift you head off the table. You whimper and arch your back more.
"I love what you do to me Robby. I think about you all the time. I think about how after we fuck, I'll feel your cum dripping out of me while we're here at work. No one will know. Expect us." You can't believe the words tumbling out of your mouth. You've never talked like that before to anyone.
"You're fucking filthy you know that?" He spanks you a third time, much harder than before. "But god does it make me hard to hear you say that." His hand leaves your hair and goes down to the waistband of his pants.
"If anyone comes in, we're both in deep trouble you know that right?" He says as he slides his warm cock through your folds, coating it in your slick. You shudder. You've been dreaming of his cock. The perfect size and girth. It filled you up to an irresistible degree.
You sniffle, and shake your head up and down.
"I know, and I don't care." you admit out loud. It's nice to no longer keep it hidden inside you anymore. You don't care what happens, as long as he keeps making you feel good.
He lines up his thick cock with you entrance.
"Neither do I" He admitted, with a sincere tone.
He then pushes inside you. You both let out a guttural groan. He goes all the way to the hilt. He grasps your ass, his fingers marking your skin up once again.
His thrusts are slow at first, a small mercy from him as he didn't give you much prep.
"Such a dirty girl, taking an older mans cock while you're at work. But you need it don't you? Need someone to fill your holes whenever you can." He then splays both hands over your hips, the sound of the two of you fucking reverberating off the walls.
You moan, and feel yourself clench around him. He moans at the feeling and starts going a little faster.
"Christ you feel so good. Been awhile since I've found one as filthy as you." You feel both his hands leave you now. One goes underneath you and on to your clit. He massages it with such precision, how he has what you love memorized is beyond your capacity to think right now.
His other hand travels to the tight ring of muscle that's above his cock.
He moves his thumb over it, you gasp.
His thrusts get a bit slower now, as if contemplative.
"Ever had anyone here before?" He questions out loud.
You bite your lip and squirm. What he's doing to both your holes and your clit right now is overwhelming.
"No, but I would let you." you reply. "I would let you do anything to me, you know that."
He lets out a moan through gritted teeth. You feel his cock twitch inside you.
"I know you would." He's still circling your asshole with his thumb, applying more pressure. It feels incredible.
He starts to speed up now, both his thrusts and his fingers on your clit.
"I bet you would take it out on that desk in front of everyone if I wanted hm?" He purred with a darker tone. "Let everyone see as this old man uses this pussy how he wants."
He chuckles to himself. "What if I wanted Jack to fuck you too, hm? What if I wanted him to fuck you in front of me."
You feel yourself clench around him at the thought of it.
"Mhmm my little slut here choking my cock at the thought of getting fucked by two men. Just parading this pussy out for anyone huh? You need that much attention." He condescended.
You feel your orgasm quickly building inside you. His words, his cock, and his fingers are too much. It doesn't help it's been weeks since you last got off.
"Fuck Robby I'm close" you whine, squirming underneath him. His hips snap into you at a quick pace.
He removes his thumb from your other hole and place his hand on your lower back. He cocks his head to the side as if to admire his work. Soaking up the fact he is ruining you with each passing second.
"Mhmm first, you need to tell me something dirty again. Turns me on so much hearing you talk like a filthy whore. I want to hear it before I let you come." The pressure he places on to your clit is making you see white around the outlines of your eyes, you nearly scream from it.
You close your eyes and whimper. Trying your best to not come. His cock is hitting your g-spot perfectly. It's all too much.
"Please keep fucking my submissive pussy daddy." you breathe out. Your eyes widening, shocked once again at what you're saying.
The hand that was on your back comes to your waist and he squeezes while groaning out "Say it again." He pleads.
"Keep fucking my submissive pussy please."
"Please, who?" He grits through his teeth, clearly also on the edge.
"Please, daddy." You moan out.
He tugs at your hair, forcing you up and off the desk. He pulls you up against his chest. His mouth is next to your ear.
"Come for your daddy." he whispers.
You feel your orgasm rip through your entire body. You nearly scream with pleasure but as you do his hand that was in your hair clamps down over your mouth. You moan into it, not caring if you alert anyone outside the room.
You feel his thrusts starting to sputter. He breathes into your ear, then you feel him pulse inside you, moaning while doing so. The only sound in the room now is the two of you heavily breathing.
You lean forward, and put your hands on the table. He slowly pulls himself out of you, and tucks his softening cock back into his pants.
He wordlessly scoops up your clothing, and sets it next to you on the desk.
"Thank you" you say quietly. You start to put your shirt on. Aware of your combined juices slowly starting to seep out of you. You're still coming down from your high and can't find the energy to clean yourself.
Robby stands there, just looking at you in a daze.
You finish putting your clothes on and begin to slip your shoes back on.
"What time is your shift over?" Robby asks, still a little breathless.
"7pm, just like always."
He nods. "Maybe we should talk about this. Set some boundaries."
You shake your head no. "I don't want to. I promise it doesn't bother me." You aren't entirely sure that it doesn't but you don't elaborate any further.
Robby sighs. "I think this is going to get complicated very quickly."
You smooth your hair out and start to walk towards the door. Robby stops you and grabs your arm.
"Don't walk away from me, we still need to talk." You look into his eyes. His face is painted with concern.
"Robby I told you, I don't want this to stop. Not now, at least. I like the way you make me feel. I know that sounds fucked up. It is fucked up. But I don't care."
Robby lets go of your arm. "You're sure about this?"
"Yes" you say firmly.
"I won't ask again. I'm going to take what I want from you, and until you say no I will continue to do so." He states.
You shrug your shoulders. "Do what you want."
You turn and head towards the door. You feel his come sliding out of your underwear, coating your inner legs. As you walk out and into the ER, you're already wondering where and when he'll take you next.