It was Amy's first day at the hospital, having finished college and passed with flying colours her mum and dad had really high hopes for her future. So did Amy, although her father is a consultant now at Amy's hospital he insisted she start at the bottom of the ladder and hopefully work her way upwards to wherever her ambition takes her.
Morning in the Layne's household was a morning of excitement and nervous tension. Because her father was going there he decided to give his daughter a lift into the hospital grounds.
Amy dressed in her new uniform suddenly felt her stomach knot up as her first dayβs work was about to begin. A hug and a kiss from her tearful father as she waved her goodbyes to him and went to the canteen where she had arranged to meet the others.
Not realising before, Amy was suddenly aware that the figure hugging uniform and her long flowing blonde hair had every red-blooded male in the corridors giving her a second glance. Comments from them were all complimentary as well as the never-ending corridor suddenly had the sign for the cafeteria come upon her.
As she turned to go in a whistle from someone behind had Amy turning her head, then 'crash'. Almost laughing she had walked into this smartly dressed guy and his documents were suddenly scattered all over the floor. To add insult to injury the air conditioning was blowing his paper work all over the floor of the cafeteria. All that Amy could do was to put her heeled shoes on the documents while this poor man was shuffling them up from below Amy's long silky legs.
With laughter all around now Amy quickly joined in; there was only one person who hadn't seen the funny side of it and that was this man.
Finally, they looked around the floor and all seemed to have been gathered as the man sat down to put the mangled and creased papers in some sort of order. Amy still in fits of laughter went over and sat with the few Candy stripers who were already seated and drinking there assortment of drinks.
It was the perfect icebreaker, not only for Amy, but all the Candy stripers as well. Still laughing Amy made the mistake of looking over to this man at the same time. Think she had pushed her luck just that little bit too far this time and the irate gentleman came marching over to her table.
Turning red with rage it was time for Amy to be torn down a few pegs as he severely chastised her in front of her friends. With that he marched out the cafeteria leaving Amy's table silent.
Not a good start to Amy's working career, but worse was to follow a short while later as she was called to her new department and the first familiar face she set eyes on was her superior. None other than Mr. Queen, the man she had laughed at only moments earlier.
Plan one was to get on with her job and not cause any controversy that was plan one dead. So plan two, flirt. Anyway Mr. Queen was a handsome looking guy so complimenting him wouldn't be that hard, even though he must have been twice her age.
She sighs as she looks at her new boss who at this point was glaring at her from behind his desk, he is nodding his head in disapproval as he stands and walks around. Sitting on the edge of his desk, she looks at him as he speaks in his soft baritone voice.
"So you are the new girl that was to start today. Well I have to say that was not a good way to start your first day bumping into me." She looked at him and flashed him a smile and speaks in a soft clear voice.
"Please sir it was an accident I did not want that to happen. I am sorry for bumping into you." As she talked to him she starts to feel wet and damp between her young legs, and crosses them to keep him from noticing how attracted she was to his manliness.
Something did click though, Amy felt his tender tones soften even more and picking a piece of loose thread from Mr. Queen's collar she sensed Mr. Queen was in her little pocket already. Swallowing hard now and uneasy by Amy's closeness he looked down at her nameplate, perfectly positioned to attract attention to her ample swell of her bosom.
"Well, Ms Layne, 'Em, Amy, lets just forget that incident and carry on with what I was trying to show you before." He said in a very strong voice although Amy knew he was under pressure in the situation.
Amy was looking out of the window, a severe storm was gathering and the air-conditioning was unable to cope with the heaviness of the atmosphere. Feeling a bead if sweat running from her hair and down her neck she quickly turned to her handbag to retrieve a tissue and noticed Mr, Queen quickly, but not quick enough move his head in another direction. Walking over to the water cask to get some refreshing cold water Amy again noticed Mr. Queen's eyes following her around the room when he commenting on her heels suddenly shattered the silence. Thinking it was only small talk Amy was unaware that Mr. Queen was criticising them as unpractical. Looking down and admiring herself she mentioned to Mr. Queen that she thought they would please the patience more and lifting her uniform flashed Mr. Queen a glimpse of her hold-ups she had also deliberately put on for the same reason.
"No!" Mr. Queen said.
"No, you can not wear things like that in the hospital, anyway Amy we are in the woman's department of the geriatrics ward and don't think any of them will be looking for thrills from you." At least that lightened the situation and for once a grin came over Mr. Queen's face, followed by laughter from Amy.
The storm had by now enclosed the hospital and thunder was all around, making Amy a little concerned. Mr. Queen sensing Amy's fear asked her whether she wanted to go down for a coffee in the canteen, because they needed to start their rounds in a while and that will be the last break Amy will get for a few hours. Anything to get out of this room as the lightning was becoming more severe by the second. So the gentleman Mr. Queen waved Amy through the door and pointed her in the correct direction of the nearest lift.
"Thirty floor's up really was close to those lightning strikes Mr. Queen," Amy said in a worried voice, giggling then, said.
"Don't like lifts either Mr. Queen".
"Mark please Amy, we are informal here and I like your attitude and it looks as if we are going to make a doctor out of you one day." Mark said.
28, 27, 26, Amy was counting down looking at the lift when a sudden shudder jerked it to a stand still and the lights going out at the same time brought fear from Mark, but an ear bursting scream from Amy. One that continued and in the pitch black Mark needed to stop this poor kid before she done herself any damage.
For fear of any backlash, Mark felt waist high around the lift and held on to Amy's hands to try and comfort her. Amy was almost uncontrollable so Mark brought her closer to try and comfort her, whispering encouraging words to her. Breathless, Amy calmed a little and was suddenly crushing her body into Mark's. All Amy could say in return were negative things about they were going to die there and Mark needed all his experience he had been taught to calm his patient down.
He was fearful too but never showed it to Amy, instead asked her to sit down where they would be safer and more comfortable. Amy did, and either by chance or design Mark's hand slipped 'accidentally' between Amy's open thighs as he searched for the floor of the lift. To make matters worse Amy had a damp patch there after her failed seduction attempt earlier. A damp patch that somehow had Mark's hand resting firmly on. This was the best thing that could have happened for Amy instead of horror it almost made the fear of the broken lift take a back seat as Mr. Queen was mumbling uncontrollably his apologies out to Amy. Only for Amy to cuddle up in the comfort of Mark's body.