After way too many years of school I was finally a full-fledged veterinary surgeon. I landed a job working at a respectable vet hospital in the Dallas area and in due time I was assigned a lovely twenty-one year old vet tech named Laura. Laura was right up my alley, so to speak, as she was 5'5, black haired, blue-eyed, and utterly devoid of tattoos on her alabaster skin. She was also a bit of a fuller girl with plenty of tempting curves. Not fat, mind you, just round. Maybe a little this side of Rubenesque.
Still, I kept a very professional distance just because this is what you do in the modern age.
Over a period of about eight months Laura would talk to me during procedures and quite often she'd start telling me about her personal life. I heard about family and friends, I heard about her college experience, and I'd hear about the ex-boyfriend. He was more of a vanilla nice guy and Laura wanted a little more danger. But safe danger, if there is such a thing.
The girl had some quirks and I suppose I liked that.
This one day we started doing a procedure on a Great Dane. The silly dog had eaten a shitload of small change and it had created an obstruction in the bowel. The surgery was not that difficult simply because a Great Dane is exponentially easier to work on than a teacup Chihuahua. Still, it would take about four or five hours to perform.
I had Laura prepare the requisite amount of a particular intravenous sedative to put the dog into heavy sedation for the surgery. I did the injection and took my time to keep the dog calm while the sedative did its job. In a few minutes the dog was out.
We were only a few minutes into the procedure when Laura blurted out, "I wish someone would do this to me."
"You want your bowel surgically emptied?"
She laughed. "No, I wish someone would knock me out and fuck me. It'd be fun to just get used sometime."
I looked over my glasses at her, "That's pretty kinky. I appreciate your sharing that with me but get to your point. I assume you have a point, right?"
Even under the surgical mask I saw her blush.
"Say it." I told her.
"Maybe you could..." she trailed off.
"We'll talk later." I told her, "but let's focus on the patient right now."
"That's not a 'no', is it?"
Again I peered over my glasses, "No, it isn't. Now focus."
Five hours later we closed up and we were done. I went off to the locker room for a shower and she went and did the same.
When she came out of her locker room she was dressed to go home. It was honestly the first time I'd seen her in something other than scrubs. She looked nice. Typical urban Texas girl with boots and Western cut clothes.
"Meet you at Campisi's? We can talk there." I said to her. I was deliberately short on words, trying to avoid any needless chatter in the office.
"Okay. See you there."
A while later we were busy with a pizza and a pitcher of beer. She started out the conversation avoiding the reason why we were sitting down for a private conversation but by the time we got into the second half of the pitcher she was speaking freely.
"I trust you." she said. "And I want you to be the one who does this for me."
She went on to explain how she wanted to be used and she told me about condoms and no bruises and etc. and etc. By the time she got done explaining everything it sounded more like a procedure than a fun time for me.
Still, I agreed. We arranged to meet at my place the following Friday night after work to see it through. Naturally she promised that the entire enterprise would be confidential.
During the following week she was a bit more cheerful around me and I also noticed that her physical proximity to me was much closer. My elbows were frequently treated to 'accidental' contact with her tits. Nice. I didn't complain.
Friday night came along and I could see the excitement in her eyes as we left work in separate cars and in different directions. It was two hours later when I heard her knock on my door.
"Wow, nice place!" she said as she came in. She'd brought an overnight bag with her since she'd be in no condition to drive back to her apartment until sometime the next day. I showed her to my bedroom and invited her to change into something more comfortable before joining me in the living room.
When she came out she was wearing a sapphire blue satin robe and nothing else. Her nipples advertised the absence of a bra and the sheer satin also betrayed the absence of panty lines.
She took in a big breath. "You don't think this is crazy do you?"
I shrugged, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. But if you do then this is just what you like and I'm flattered that you'd trust me to do it for you."
She had a radiant smile and she flashed it at me. "Thanks!"
At this point things got more clinical. I had her drink a glass of water and I reviewed the effects and side effects with her even though she already knew them.
Then it was off to the bedroom. She placed a few things on the bedside table including a box of condoms and an absurdly large bottle of lube.
I prepared the injection and passed it to her to double check the dosage and she agreed. A few more clinical steps and discussion points followed and then one more time she took in a big breath.
