Shiraz (9 page)

Moving out of the way for a gurney
laid under a patient to pass, I jumped right back into conversation
as it ran in between us. “Oh yeah. That was sweet of Alexa to offer
Ryan to me—er, for her to offer for Ryan to drive me
home.”

Antonio’s eyes lit up. “What was that
just now? Did the drummer get a little frisky with the new
fan?”

I don’t think I have ever felt blood
rush to my face as fast as it did during this conversation. There
was no way in hell I wasn’t currently the color of a beet.
 

“
No, nothing like that! He
was a real gentleman. A very nice guy, any woman would be . . .
very happy to have him in their life.”

Antonio’s hangover must have been
fading as we spoke because he was having trouble containing what
looked to be a bit of giggles.

“
Will you stop?” I asked,
my cheeks absolutely flushed. “You’re embarrassing me,
Antonio.”

He took a step toward me,
his hand reaching out before I could stop it. He had flipped a lock
of hair out of my face, leaving my neck exposed.
Oh shit.
I hope it’s not
what I think.

“
It looks like the perfect
gentleman gave you a permanent kiss goodnight.”

I glared at Antonio. He was fixated on
my neck, and it occurred to me that in the heat of my taking nude
photos for Ryan, I never stopped to notice the bite marks he had
left behind. If there was just a small souvenir on my neck, I can
only imagine what the rest of my skin must look like underneath the
scrubs.

I stopped glaring, realizing I had
been busted. I quickly whisked him over to an empty patient’s room
where we could talk without anybody else listening in. Antonio
grabbed one of the chairs reserved for visitors and quickly nudged
around until he was comfortable, crossing his legs and awaiting my
explanation as if I were a librarian about to begin story time.
 

I started, “He . . . He didn’t force
anything. He never made me feel uncomfortable at any point that
night, hell, I felt as safe with him as I do with you. He gave me
the key to his room, and said if I wan—“

Antonio squealed loudly enough I was
scared the other nurses on the floor might come running in thinking
there was a patient in distress. “You slept with him? Oh my God, I
was so naive to think it wouldn’t reach further than a tap kiss,
but I was wrong! You get it girl, I can’t believe it!”

I was quickly confused. “Wait, you
don’t think I’m a whore, right? That I just

jumped into his bed at the first
chance I had, right?”

He sat back in his chair. “Sweetie . .
. that is none of my business. Your decisions are your own, and if
one of them happens to be making sexy time with a hot drummer I
would have gladly fucked until we killed each other, so I would
never judge you. And considering you have never done this since
I’ve known you, it must have been a careful decision.”

I sat down on the patient’s bed
closest to the door, facing my new confidant. “It was. It was
totally my call, and I went to his room. I went up to the floor,
let myself into his room . . . and God, he just took me.
 Everything he wanted, he took and gave right back to me.
Jesus, his tongue is going to give me nightmares. He worked me like
a fucking puppet.”

Antonio was smiling. “So what now? Is
it over between you two?”

“
He wants to see me again
tonight. They’ll be leaving for the next city Monday morning. I
don’t know what the hell I’ve gotten myself into, Antonio, but I
haven’t stopped thinking about him since I left his hotel room. I’m
consumed. I have his taste in the back of my mouth. I can still
smell the lotion he uses.”

Rolling his eyes in an amused manner,
“You sound like you are eighteen. Did he give you his
number?”

My face grew into another dopey smile,
much more comfortable with the fact that I was not being judged.
“Yeah, he has been . . . instructing me . . . since I left. Little
commands here and there.”

Antonio threw his hands up. “Damn,
girl, I didn’t know you were such a kinky one. I’m not going to pry
anymore, but you need to remember it all ends after tonight, unless
you plan on seeing him tomorrow. You have your fun and then you go
back to the normal life here, where you wipe the asses, then go
home to your wonderful boyfriend.”

I nodded, not wanting to acknowledge
that he was completely right. I had gotten so wrapped up in this
fantasy that I didn’t want to think about Ryan leaving. Was he
thinking the same about me at this very moment? If it all ends
tonight, what did he mean today was Day Two out of
Three?

“
Sweetie, I am off the
clock,” Antonio said, kissing me on the left cheek and ensnaring me
with a big hug. “I am so happy you came with me and had a wonderful
night. I’ll see you tomorrow and you can tell me about what
happens, okay?”  

I assured Antonio he would be the
first to know. We both exited the empty room, making sure not to
cause noticeable attention. I said my goodbye and headed toward the
unit clerk’s desk, ready to see what I had waiting for me
today.

Three hours passed and I hadn't heard
another word from Ryan, nor Brandon. I constantly checked my phone,
experiencing phantom vibrations from the inside of my pocket as I
administered the many daily doses of medications. I recorded vitals
as I engaged in routine conversation with patients in order to make
the time pass. Antonio was done for the day, but only God knows how
bad I wish he was still here. Brandon knows that I work tonight and
I am off tomorrow, so I’m not sure how I am going to get out of the
house with a two day excuse.

A coffee run became an excuse to
channel my energy into thinking of an excuse as I paced the halls.
My wish was granted as someone or something had heard my pleas. As
I stood in line my phone surged in vibration against my thigh. I
greedily and hungrily reached for it, my heart rate skyrocketing at
the thought of Ryan contacting me.

"What are you doing this moment?
 Give details." It was him.

Polite yet direct, that sounded like
him. "Grabbing a coffee. Keeping my energy up for our rendezvous
later tonight. How are you doing?"

I hit send and stared at the swirling
icons until it went away in conformation that it had been sent.
Finally, I sipped my coffee and thought about his hands around my
waist, finding the quickest path to my insides and activating me
like his personal toy. I hesitated to get on the elevator while I
waited for an answer. I wanted to be at his service while I had the
chance.

A buzzed response shook in my
hand.

"Done practicing for now. Back in the
hotel room making preparations. You'll be experiencing what I
believe to be some new adventures tonight. I won't spoil the
surprise."

What a tease he was, although I knew
that from the way his mouth had danced around my entire pussy for
what felt like hours last night.

"You're torturing me with suspense.
Should I bring anything special from home? I may have a toy or two
I can grab . . .”

I thought about the collection of
vibrators I kept hidden in the bottom drawer of my nightstand for
the lonely nights that had all became too familiar this past month.
What kind of surprise did Ryan have in mind? Was he going to
torture me and deprive me of orgasms until I had to beg? My mind
raced with all the possibilities, most of them I yearned
for.

"No. I will supply everything. The
only thing I need from you is to come directly here from the
hospital. No detours. I also want you to take your pants off right
now."

God, he was already infiltrating my
mind. Nobody seemed to be in this bathroom at the moment. I ducked
into the farthest stall and locked it. I felt like his eyes were
watching me through the phone ensuring I was obeying him. Setting
the phone on the lid of the toilet tank, I thumbed the waist of my
scrubs and slid them to my ankles. The sterile air of the bathroom
breezed over my exposed pussy, and I could feel the lips puffing in
anticipation of his next order.

He wasn't waiting for me to answer
this time. "Now, pull up your shirt to take out your tits, but do
not remove it."

I peeked through the crack of the door
to make sure I was still alone. Once I felt secure I did as I was
told, bringing the bottom of my scrub top up and across my chest,
exposing my tits. I was completely vulnerable now. I wrote him a
reply. "I'm almost naked. I wish you were here to see."

As if he knew I was going to reply, he
hit me with the next line almost immediately. "Show me that you
have done what I asked." I turned my back against the
door.

With extensive reach I was shaking so
violently I nearly dropped my phone into the toilet. Propping one
leg on the seat and squeezing my left nipple to show him I was
listening I quickly snapped the photo. I kept my body exposed until
he answered.

"Excellent. You are a natural at this,
which makes me incredibly happy. Put your clothes back on and get
your ass back to work. One last time, make sure to come directly
here as soon as 11:00 hits."

I sullenly pulled my scrubs back into
place, slightly disappointed that he didn't want me to play with
myself. Whatever spell he had on me was still working; I was
enslaved to every part of him. I exited the stall and checked my
face in the mirror, wondering how the hell I could make this day go
faster. Another text checked in. It was Brandon.

“
Bar tonight? My boss
introduced me to the owner, so drinks on him. What do you
say?”

Continuation of Day
2

Melinda

When it came time to leave the
hospital my nails were practically bitten down to the skin of my
nubs. I didn't hear anything else from Ryan for the remainder of my
shift, and I longed to see him on stage again, commanding the same
presence that I fell for on Day One. I wanted to be waiting in the
wings for him, dropped to my knees ready to worship his body, still
soaked with perspiration after hours of drumming.

The hospital was in the opposite
direction from the hotel, making the drive to the Hawthorne a
bigger exercise in restraint and waiting. I resisted the urge to
re-apply any makeup as he made a specific request that I should
come right to him without any adjustments. At this point in the
game, I was not going to disobey.  

The crowded parking lot swapped the
outgoing workers with the incoming workers, which all shifted
beautifully. Within several minutes I found myself a parking spot
near the entrance where it swarmed with bellhops and doormen pacing
back and forth. I checked the inside of my purse to be certain I
still had the key to his room, in which I did. The smile was coming
back to my face, realizing I would be back in Ryan’s embrace in
mere minutes. I wanted to know the turn out of the show, how
Alexa's voice held up, and how the rest of the band got along after
they were finished playing. My phone hummed while lighting the
entire bottom of my purse revealing every piece of old eye shadow
palettes and tampons I haven’t touched in months. It was from
Brandon.

“
So are we on?”

I can’t believe I forgot all about his
text from earlier.

Without giving much thought I
immediately replied, “Doctor called out. They need me over night,
sorry!”

Just before locking my phone and
putting it on silent, I threw it back in my bag, walking in trying
to distract myself from my immediate guilt.

The lobby contained a few extra guests
checking in, keeping the staff at the front desk occupied while I
hopped in the elevator. I was again alone, completely unaware of
how strange I must have looked heading to the ninth floor in
hospital gear.

The express ride to the top ejected me
on the ninth floor in no time. I turned again and found my way to
his suite, which felt like a vacation home after just one night.
The keycard still worked, and the door still granted me access. The
dining area remained untouched. I took no notice of the rest of the
living area and immediately headed left, down the hallway where I
knew he must have been waiting. I could be walking into a trap, but
I was happy to be ensnared by whatever he had planned for
me.

The door still cracked open, I waltzed
right in and Ryan was standing in front of the dresser, adjusting a
tie. Uninterrupted by my abrupt entrance he was wearing an entire
suit; black slacks and a white Oxford shirt underneath a black
jacket. He looked ready to settle a deal on Wall Street, certainly
a drastic change from when I had first met him. Had he heard me
come in?  

"Hi," I said weakly, begging for his
attention as I waved a small hand.

He looked in my direction and grinned,
making his cheeks move back toward his ears.  "Evening to you,
miss. You look like you’ve had a long day." He stopped adjusting
his outfit and turned toward me, approaching me with the same
measured stare I had watched him do last night. This time there was
no hesitation and he took my head in his right hand and kissed me
with his mouth and tongue, immediately melting away any passing
thoughts of him changing his mind about me.