Dakota plopped down on the wheellie chair in the middle of the nurses station. He pulled down his mask and took a few deep breaths. Kicking off from the ground he spun and slid across the bullpen and grabbed a clipboard.
"Boring, boring, boring, sprained ankle, get a covid test and an X-ray, then rice rice baby."
He rubbed his short hair and grabbed the next file. "Dildo in the ass. Who wants to assist? Pools open on size and color. I have $5 on 10 inch pink."
Agnes an older Nurse with a weathered face and fake tan said "5 on 12 inch black."
"4 inch white... um $5" Chimed in a young nurse with wavy blonde hair.
"Any other takers?"
"24 inch inch double ended pink. $20 and I'll go down on the winner, male or female." said Cheyenne, a young female doctor with dark black hair and cobalt blue eyes.
The young blonde raised her eyes and looked nervous.
"Don't worry, I'll wear a fake mustache, you'll never know it wasn't a guy." Cheyenne said with a wink.
The young blonde followed Dakota into the exam room. There was a brief scream and Dakota came out brandishing a massive double ended dildo. The blonde was looking queasy.
"How did you know?" The blonde asked.
"The woman with him looked uncomfortable with the lie. Her clothes were neat and his were thrown on. She's the friend he calls for trouble. He does weird things hoping to get her to see him as something more than a best friend, but he keeps coming across as gay."
The curtain pulled back and a pretty young, well dressed woman came out with a shocked look on her face. "He took that and he's not gay?"
Cheyenne smiled, "I told him he had to show real commitment if he wanted to convince you to fuck him."
"He's my brother!" The young woman said.
"Kinky." Dakota let slip.
The old nurse collected the patient and his sister and led them away to fill out some paperwork.
Cheyenne walked over to the young blonde nurse and looked her in the eyes. "Don't worry, I won't make you pay up." Then she winked and added, "Unless you want to." Cheyenne leaned in for a kiss and Blondie's brown eyes met her bright blues. The blonde hesitated and Cheyenne laughed and plopped down in a chair and spun grabbing the next chart.
The rest of the night was an endless parade of minor injuries, and trivial illnesses that could have waited. The rising sun was visible through the doors of the ER as Dakota and Cheyenne walked out as their replacements clocked in.
"House was right. A monkey with a bottle of Motrin." Dakota said.
"He was pessimistic. Most of this could have been handled by just making everyone wait until they got bored and left."
"I doubt that. You saw the line when we got on shift."
"Fucking daywalkers." Cheyenne spat.
"Would you like to get a coffee?"
"You want to feed me stimulants after I've been up 24 hours? If so then no. If it's a euphemism for sex then we can negotiate."
"I guess we negotiate then. Breakfast on me, missionary with condoms, 8 hours of cuddle sleeping."
Cheyenne looked at him and then down his body to the start of the tent forming in his scrubs. "Breakfast on you, blowjob and 4 hours of you groping me fully clothed in your sleep."
"Not sex? I get off and you get nothing?"
She shrugged. "I have reasons."
Breakfast was bagels to go. When they got to his apartment Cheyenne pulled his pants down and went to work on his cock with gusto.
Dakota had never had such an enthusiastic blowjob in his life. Cheyenne had his pants down the moment the door closed. Her mouth was wrapped around his dick and she was staring into his eyes as she swallowed his cock. She cupped his ass and pulled him close. Then she backed off and her lips circled his cock. Her tongue probed the tip as her hands pulled on his bared ass. She teased the tip with her tongue and then circled it and swallowed it down whole.
Dakota grabbed her head to drive her speed and fuck her face into oblivion but she was aware of his every desire speeding up when he started to flag and then backing off as the moment approached. Finally she grabbed his ass and pulled him in close and swallowed his cock. Her throat contracted around it as he came and she continued to swallow greedily. He started to grow soft in her mouth and she backed off a bit sucking the last bits of semen from his deflating member.
She pulled up his pants and then kissed him vigorously over his face smearing the cum from her mouth. She pushed him down onto his bed and spooned her ass against his crotch and forced his hand under her scrub top. Dakota's last thought before falling into orgasm induced slumber was that she had no bra.
Dakota woke up about 4 in the afternoon alone. It was a bit later than he normally woke and he realized he would have to rush if he were to get in his workout before work. He ran into the bathroom and saw written in bright pink lipstick on the mirror, "Bring me coffee!!!"
He stared at the scrawl and thought hard. He didn't think she was wearing lipstick last night. Certainly not that garish a color. He touched it and it readily smeared. He looked down at his dick and saw no sign of it. He made a mental note to ask her about it. She was so strange about things, like everything was a test.
His workout didn't quite clear his mind. He found himself getting an erection thinking of her while he was on the elliptical. He was careful when he moved over to the weight machines to not give a free show to the other people working out. He got a shot up another guy's shorts once and he was done risking exhibitionism. After the workout it was straight into the showers, and a cold one at that, hoping that no-one saw his arousal.
Dakota had no idea what to do when walked into the ER 10 minutes late with an iced latte and a coffee with a few extra shots of espresso. Cheyenne looked at him and he cautiously handed over the the iced latte.
She took it from his hand, looked at it and said, "Nice milkshake, where is my coffee?" as she dropped it in the trash.
He handed her the other coffee. She took a long drink. "Red eye, I approve. You have an abscess that should have been drained a week ago in exam 2. You're late and the day walkers fucked us again, and not in a happy, fun way."
She walked away to exam room five as he wondered just how bad this abscess was going to be. He was almost knocked down by the smell as he walking in. The abscess was worse that she had suggested. He spent half an hour draining the wound and then irrigating it.
The night went down hill from there. It was worse than the classic full moon rush of madness. The day shift had triaged the patients and only handled the easier ones. Anything that was even vaguely disgusting or distasteful was put off.
Blondie handed Dakota a chart. "Infected phimosis in 4. I'm now officially a lesbian." Dakota got it as cleaned and demaggoted as he could and then scheduled a followup with a urologist.
By the time midnight rolled around they cleared the backlog that the day shift had left behind. He was standing in the bullpen bent over breathing deeply with his eyes closed, then he smelled it, hot fresh coffee, and a chocolate chip cookie.
He looked up and saw Cheyenne's deep blue eyes. "Coffee, cookie, or tits. Pick two."
"Take the cookie, he said taking a deep pull off the coffee."
Cheyenne raised her top showing large tits with full dark nipples and enough sag to prove they were real. Dakota reached over and pinched the breast he spent the previous night holding as Cheyenne munched on the chocolate chip cookie.
Blondie came out of an exam room, "No sex for me, none, absolutely none what so ever."
