"It's half-price margarita night at Tito's," Sandra said, rummaging in her purse as she walked to the front door. "Are you coming?"
"You know it!" Gabby smiled. "I just have to close up, and I'll meet y'all there."
All the girls who worked at the clinic went out for drinks every Friday. It made up for the fact that the job was otherwise boring and repetitive, collecting fluid samples from annoying patients to be sent off for lab work. She'd been looking forward to this all week, and since today's final appointment hadn't shown up, she was now eagerly watching the clock.
"Well, don't take too long. You know how Laura gets with some tequila in her. She'll end up convincing the group to follow her, and we'll end up at either karaoke or Devil's Point again."
"Cast my vote for karaoke," Gabby laughed. "I'm still finding glitter from last time we went to the strip club."
Sandra walked out, and before the door closed, a young man in a button-up shirt and slacks came running in.
"I'm here!" He leaned on the counter, winded. "I made it in time for my appointment."
She frowned at the clock. Technically, the clinic was still open for a few minutes, but any sample would take time to collect and delay her departure. She glanced at the list, to see if he was here for something quick.
"Peter?" She looked up at him to confirm, and caught him peering down the v-neck of her scrub top. He looked away quickly. She mentally cursed, and adjusted herself. This top was too large, and she'd been meaning to replace it.
"Yeah, that's me!"
"Here to provide a semen sample?"
"Um, yes." He looked momentarily awkward, but collected himself, trying to play it cool.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, standing up and putting on her stern face, "but we just closed. I'm going to have to ask you to reschedule."
She walked to the door, holding it open for him. His face fell.
"Come on, please?" His eyes darted to her name badge. "Gabby, I work across town. The traffic is killer, and my boss will
not
let me leave early to make an appointment without burning a vacation day. Do me a favor."
She hesitated, looking at the clock and dreaming of margaritas.
"I promise, I won't take long!" He blushed as soon as he said it, realizing he'd just told a pretty young nurse that he was going to cum quickly.
She laughed, despite herself, and he relaxed, sensing he'd won her over.
"Fine, if you're quick." She locked the door and walked back around the desk. "Let's get you checked in."
A few minutes later, she'd given him a collection cup and escorted him to the private room. He seemed nervous, but most guys were awkward about semen samples.
She puttered around, shutting down the office and getting ready to leave as soon as he was done.
Time passed, and she realized with a sinking feeling that he was going to be one of those guys who took a while. Honestly, she felt bad for them. The "private room" was basically a restroom just a few steps from the front desk. During the day, patients and nurses were constantly walking back and forth past the door. It would be like trying to jerk off in the middle of an office.
He was actually getting more privacy than most, since she was the only one here. But, judging by the time, he was still struggling to get the job done.
She sighed and drummed her fingernails on the desk.
Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, and knocked gently on his door.
"Sir? Are you okay in there?"
The lock clicked, and he opened the door enough to poke his head out with a sheepish expression.
"Um, sorry, I'm having a little trouble. Do you have any, like, magazines or anything like that?"
"I'm sorry, we don't. Could you, um, look at something on your phone?" Now it was her turn to blush. Why did she feel so awkward around this guy? She must be picking up on his vibe.
"I can't." He grimaced. "I only have my work phone, and they monitor what we look at."
"Oh, I see." She trailed off.
"Okay, sorry about this. I'll, um, I'll just make it work." He looked mortified, and moved to close the door.
"Wait," she blurted, a bit too loudly. She knew if he closed the door, he would doggedly keep going, no matter how long it took. The other girls would finish their margaritas and move on with their night. She really didn't want to miss out.
"Do you need any assistance?" She winced, wishing she hadn't phrased it like that, but unsure how else to say it. Unsure, honestly, of what exactly she was suggesting.
"Assistance?" He looked confused. "With..." He trailed off, glancing downward momentarily.
"Yeah, with your, um, sample." Before he could react to her shocking suggestion, she started talking quickly. "I know it's not easy! It's awkward to come somewhere like this and do something like that. I bet you're feeling some pressure, since you told me you'd be quick, and now you're all in your head about it, right?"
He nodded slowly.
"So, I just thought, maybe, I could, um, offer some help."
