***Note to the reader: This story starts out as M/F story but builds up F/F. It's beginning to turn into a little bit more of a slow moving story. So far I'm at about 5,000 words. It is bound to have some grammatical errors, maybe a few awkward sentences. If anyone is interested in editing and giving suggestions, please contact me!***
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Chapter 1
First day of my new job
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Eeek.
It's not anything glamorous but, it will pay the bills. It was better than hoping the Peterson family needed a babysitter again or busting my ass at the small hardware store for $7.25 an hour. The tool shack, where no one appreciates you, laughs when you say you want the newly available night manager position and hires some idiot that you have to teach everything to. But no hard feelings. Right?
First job at a big business. A hospital. I already sat through four hours of orientation with a bunch of other new employees. Most of them were CNAs, orderlies, environmental services workers. They droned on and on about HIPAA, patient care, and other irrelevant information. Well, irrelevant for a laundry girl. Like I said before, not exactly glamorous. However, the pay was almost double what I was making at the crap shack.
I walked down to the basement to where my new manager had brought me for my interview. I peered into her office and knocked on the office door frame.
"Hi! So glad to see you! Ready to get started?" She smiled. She was a thin, middle aged woman with short, slightly greyed hair. Friendly, but so far she had been professional and to the point. I can work with that. "So how was orientation?" She asked as I followed her down a hallway and through some large double doors.
Besides agonizingly pointless?
"Um, fine." I stated awkwardly.
"Yes, it is a little lengthy isn't it? A necessary evil, I suppose. It is more geared towards employees that will be in direct contact with patients. Oh, Lillian, dear! This is our new hire, Shea."
"Hello" I gave a small wave. A short, plump lady that looked like she was in her fifties walked up, looking me over.
"You're a youngin, hm?"
"I'm 21." I said quietly.
"Most of the ladies on our team are a little bit older than you, dear. But it will be wonderful to have a fresh young face around here, won't it?" Carrie said. "Lillian will be training you in. She's been with us for 25 years in the linens department. Let's start her out with something easy, the basement floors I think." Lillian nodded.
"I'll show you where everything is and get you some scrubs." I nodded and followed. She showed me around the giant concrete room filled with carts that were stuffed full of scrubs, towels, blankets, sheets, and gowns. You name it, they had it. She plucked some old faded scrubs from a shelf and handed them to me. "You can put those on and we'll get started."
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I threw my keys down on the counter and flopped onto my bed, exhausted. I didn't bother to take off my shoes or jacket. This job was definitely one of those 'overworked and unappreciated' kind of jobs. At least I wasn't underpaid. I rolled over and pulled out my phone.
A half hour later, Morgan was knocking on the door. I pushed my fluffy, grey cat Stanley off my lap to answer. I stopped next to the door to look in the body mirror on my wall. My long brown hair was up in a messy bun and I was sporting plaid PJ shorts and a frumpy old T-shirt. I looked at my body in the mirror. I had small chest, but at least I had an ass. I've been told lots of times how young I look because of my large eyes and soft features.
"Hey" he said as he closed the door behind him. He went to the fridge and popped open one of the beers he had left here last week. He took a long drink and sat down next to me on the couch. He immediately went to work, opening his small baggie of pot and stuffing it into the grinder. "How was your first day?" He asked.
"Fine. Exhausting. I'm gonna have to get a pedometer. That hospital is huge. A compass too maybe. I'm bound to get lost at some point." He chuckled as he pinched the weed into a small chillum. He toked on it a bit before passing it to me.
Ahhhhhhh, yes.
I took a nice long hit, closed my eyes and leaned back into the couch. If there was one thing I could always count on, it was that Morgan would get me high. Of course, in exchange for sex. We weren't dating but, we had an unspoken mutual agreement. He had weed. I had a vagina. That all suited me just fine. I'm not a pothead by any means but, I enjoy a smoke here and there. Usually at night or on the weekends. Morgan, however, was a 'wake and bake' kind of guy. I don't think he knew how to function if he wasn't high.
We had been seeing each other for a few months now but we didn't talk a whole lot. We smoked and watched TV until we both had a nice buzz going. He walked over to my bed, got undressed and laid down. He laid on his back with his arms behind his head, relaxed, ankles crossed. He had sandy brown hair with a slight orange tinge to it. The bit of scruff on his upper lip and chin were slightly more orange than his hair. He had blue eyes and was average build, average height and overall, good looking.
I slipped out of my shorts and lifted the shirt over my head. I knelt on the bed and Morgan narrowly opened his eyes to look at me. He grinned slightly and reached down to shake himself a bit. It wasn't long before he had a semi-hard on. I leaned over to take his dick in my mouth. I enjoyed giving blow jobs. I know a lot of girls complain about it but, half the time I enjoy it as much as sex. I bobbed up and down on him for a while until he was hard. I pulled away, letting it flip up and hit him in the stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him, lining his member up with my opening. The saliva made him slide in easily. I lazily rocked back and forth on top of him until he was panting and gripping my thighs. He pushed me off at the last moment and grunted while he gave himself a few quick pumps with his hand before coming into it. He got up to clean himself off in the bathroom. I rolled over, covering myself up to sleep. Morgan came out and got dressed.
"I gotta work in the morning so I'm gonna head home"
"Thanks for the smoke." I mumbled groggily; I was already halfway asleep.
"Yeah. No problem" he said. "I left you a nug on your coffee table." I hummed contently and nodded. I heard the door close as I drifted off into a deep sleep. Nothing like a buzz and quick fuck to send me to bed like a little baby.
Chapter 2
"Good morning, Shea! How has it been going? Getting the hang of everything?" Carrie chirped as she walked into the lounge.
"Yeah, I think I've pretty much got the hang of the lower level routine." I said as I punched in. "Have a good day, Carrie." I said as I walked into the changing room with my scrubs. I changed, pulled my hair up into a ponytail and grabbed my cart. I started with all the areas that I knew needed my attention. I dragged three carts of dirty laundry to the dirty linens room first thing and then started on replacing it with clean stuff. I stacked some towels, scrubs and sheets onto my cart to bring to the residents lounge. There usually wasn't anyone in there in the mid mornings. The young doctors were usually either already up and doing rounds or had gone home after their night shifts. Perfect time for restocking the cabinets and changing the sheets. I entered the lounge and knocked on the door of the first room. No answer. I tried the door; it was unlocked and unoccupied. I walked over to the cabinet with my cart and started stocking up the scrubs when I heard the door open.
"Sorry I'll be out of the way in a moment, I'm just restocking the laundry" I said politely, as I finished topping off some of the scrubs. I turned to push my cart towards the door to leave. When I looked up, I nearly dropped the bag of dirty laundry that I was going to put on the bottom of my cart. A woman was leaning her arm against the door frame, naked from the waist up, smirking. "O- oh, god. I'm s-" I put my hand over my brow, in attempt to shield my eyes as I looked down. "Sorry."
"Hey there" she said, seemingly amused by my flustered stammering. Her hair was short and dark, slicked back with wetness as it seemed she had just taken a shower. She had bright eyes, full lips, and small, perky tits that had metal bars through the nipples. She dropped her arm to her side and started undoing the towel that was wrapped around her narrow hips. "Mind taking this?" She gestured to the towel. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and ears. I nodded and snatched it as soon she held it out. I shuffled out of the room as quickly as I could without bumping into her.
"Thanks." She said as she shook her hair out and walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. I threw the towel on top of the bag of dirty laundry and briskly walked back to the linen department.
Oh my god. That was so awkward!
I mean. It seems one thing to be confident in your body. I shook my head to rid it of my embarrassment about seeing her mostly naked and continued with my day
