Kelsie. And Kendrick,
our only male nurse, who is gayer than Richard Simmons doing a duet with Elton
John in a bathhouse, and I love him! He’s hilarious and flirty and being around
a group of big nasty bikers all the time, makes Kendrick the breath of fresh
rosy air in my life.
“How’s my favorite blonde?” Kendrick asked me as soon
as I strolled into the office this morning, clad in my business casual clothes,
headed to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. I rode Black Betty this
morning, and it’s impossible to stay pristine when riding on a Harley and
having two orgasms on my way to work. When I say I burst at the seams and even
moan when I’m straddling my beautiful bike, it’s not a joke. I orgasm, hard,
every damn time, and I love it.
“Great.” I smiled at him once I hit the bathroom. He
stood, leaning in the doorway watching me reapply my lip-gloss and give myself
the once over in the mirror above the sink.
“You do know that working here doesn’t mean you have
to come in so early,” he said.
“I want to make a good impression.”
Kendrick shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe.
“Alright, but if you get to fuck any of our bosses, I better be the first to
know.”
I about had a heart attack at his bluntness.
I coughed, choking on my spit. “What?” I croaked.
“Oh… Puh-lease” his eyes rolled exaggeratedly into the
back of his skull. “As if you didn’t know.”
Know what? Huh?
“What?” I turned around and headed for the door.
Just then my cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I
tugged it from my black dress pants.
“We’ll discuss it later.” He left me to my phone, and
provided me with a too-da-loo, prissy finger wave, as he walked away in his
scrubs and bright white crocs.
Jizz: Steel, Brew, me, and some of the boys are headed
on a run for two weeks. You gonna be chill? Need you to stop by club, family
gatherin’ coming up this weeken’. Do your bro a solid and do what you best. Oh…
And follow the rules, Steel said.
Uh!!!!! I screamed in my head.
Could my brother be any more of a barbaric moron? And
to think he’s three years younger than me. Follow the rules? Please. I always
follow the rules. Have since I was a kid. I’ve never had sex with a brother.
Not even once. Loser wannabe bikers? Yes, lots of them actually. But brothers in
the club? Nope. My daddy, Gunz, or Big Dick would murder them on site. Since I
was little, my daddy always told me he wanted more for me and my sisters. Well,
those bitches I call sisters, they got out. I, however, wanted to stay and be a
part the club that I grew up running around in. Where the man Big Dick carried
me on his shoulders like a prized doll at all the family gatherings since he’s
never had any children himself. Or where Gunz would always have a special
sucker stashed away in his cut for me. Sure, there was sex, drugs, alcohol,
bitches, and all that in between. It was my life, and I loved it. Even the big
gaping flaws.
“How’s your second week coming along?” Doctor Jagger
asks, tugging me from my thoughts, with his calculated, proper voice, standing
opposite the counter in his usual pressed Dockers and long sleeved dress shirt.
It’s September and it’s hot outside, and still he’s in a long sleeved shirt. Odd…
“It’s going well.” I try to appear as refined as I
can.
“I saw you reformatted the scheduling system and
files.”
“Is that okay?” I raise an apprehensive brow.
A smirk is all he offers me in retort.
“Hello, Ms. Cummings,” Doc Dane says, coming into my
line of sight and standing beside his business partner and friend.
I curtly nod in his direction. “Afternoon, Doctor
Dane.”
“Please call me Lawrence.”
When you spend your entire life calling people, Big
Dick, Jizz, Brew, or Gunz, calling someone Lawrence, a normal name, becomes a
foreign concept. But one I willingly take in, accepting this crisp, fresh air
of
our only male nurse, who is gayer than Richard Simmons doing a duet with Elton
John in a bathhouse, and I love him! He’s hilarious and flirty and being around
a group of big nasty bikers all the time, makes Kendrick the breath of fresh
rosy air in my life.
“How’s my favorite blonde?” Kendrick asked me as soon
as I strolled into the office this morning, clad in my business casual clothes,
headed to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. I rode Black Betty this
morning, and it’s impossible to stay pristine when riding on a Harley and
having two orgasms on my way to work. When I say I burst at the seams and even
moan when I’m straddling my beautiful bike, it’s not a joke. I orgasm, hard,
every damn time, and I love it.
“Great.” I smiled at him once I hit the bathroom. He
stood, leaning in the doorway watching me reapply my lip-gloss and give myself
the once over in the mirror above the sink.
“You do know that working here doesn’t mean you have
to come in so early,” he said.
“I want to make a good impression.”
Kendrick shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe.
“Alright, but if you get to fuck any of our bosses, I better be the first to
know.”
I about had a heart attack at his bluntness.
I coughed, choking on my spit. “What?” I croaked.
“Oh… Puh-lease” his eyes rolled exaggeratedly into the
back of his skull. “As if you didn’t know.”
Know what? Huh?
“What?” I turned around and headed for the door.
Just then my cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I
tugged it from my black dress pants.
“We’ll discuss it later.” He left me to my phone, and
provided me with a too-da-loo, prissy finger wave, as he walked away in his
scrubs and bright white crocs.
Jizz: Steel, Brew, me, and some of the boys are headed
on a run for two weeks. You gonna be chill? Need you to stop by club, family
gatherin’ coming up this weeken’. Do your bro a solid and do what you best. Oh…
And follow the rules, Steel said.
Uh!!!!! I screamed in my head.
Could my brother be any more of a barbaric moron? And
to think he’s three years younger than me. Follow the rules? Please. I always
follow the rules. Have since I was a kid. I’ve never had sex with a brother.
Not even once. Loser wannabe bikers? Yes, lots of them actually. But brothers in
the club? Nope. My daddy, Gunz, or Big Dick would murder them on site. Since I
was little, my daddy always told me he wanted more for me and my sisters. Well,
those bitches I call sisters, they got out. I, however, wanted to stay and be a
part the club that I grew up running around in. Where the man Big Dick carried
me on his shoulders like a prized doll at all the family gatherings since he’s
never had any children himself. Or where Gunz would always have a special
sucker stashed away in his cut for me. Sure, there was sex, drugs, alcohol,
bitches, and all that in between. It was my life, and I loved it. Even the big
gaping flaws.
“How’s your second week coming along?” Doctor Jagger
asks, tugging me from my thoughts, with his calculated, proper voice, standing
opposite the counter in his usual pressed Dockers and long sleeved dress shirt.
It’s September and it’s hot outside, and still he’s in a long sleeved shirt. Odd…
“It’s going well.” I try to appear as refined as I
can.
“I saw you reformatted the scheduling system and
files.”
“Is that okay?” I raise an apprehensive brow.
A smirk is all he offers me in retort.
“Hello, Ms. Cummings,” Doc Dane says, coming into my
line of sight and standing beside his business partner and friend.
I curtly nod in his direction. “Afternoon, Doctor
Dane.”
“Please call me Lawrence.”
When you spend your entire life calling people, Big
Dick, Jizz, Brew, or Gunz, calling someone Lawrence, a normal name, becomes a
foreign concept. But one I willingly take in, accepting this crisp, fresh air
of
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