Dr. Mike had dreaded this day for a long time, at the very least, for the last 6 months or so. It was nearing the normal 5:00 closing time at his long-established eye clinic in a West Texas town of about 50,000 souls. All the day's customers, what there had been of them, had left for the day. Dragging his tired feet and mind into his office, he plopped down into his "well worn" office chair that was well past it's useful life, pretty much like everything else in his clinic. Including himself, he thought dryly. Sighing deeply, and thinking he might as well get this over with he called his one and only employee and nurse into his office. "Carly, could you come in for a moment," he called out?
Carly had only been Dr. Mike's employee/nurse for about 2 years, and had been delighted to get the job when life had brought her to this small town. It hadn't taken her long to find out why the position had become vacant, as the handwriting was bright enough on that proverbial wall that even a blind man could have seen it. Dr. Mike's business was, and had been for some time, in a constant state of decline, and she could only assume that previous employees had sought greener pastures with an eye towards securing their own futures.
Carly should have left long ago as well, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for the Dr.'s state of affairs, plus, both she and he both admitted that there was a spark of attraction between the two of them (there had been some very sporadic and awkward sexual dalliances between them) which could never be allowed to ignite, as Dr. Mike was "happily married" at 51, even though Carly was single at age 42. She had been married a long time ago, but the only good thing to come out of that disaster was her one and only son who had his own life in the Northeast, but whom she adored.
She heard his despondent call as she was organizing the last bit of papers in a patient's file folder, and quickly closed it and filed it in the appropriate slot in the rack. Being the sunny, perpetually positive and happy person that she was, she smiled and enthusiastically entered his dingy office. One look at his face told her that whatever was on his mind, it wasn't going to be good news.
He asked her to sit in one of the two also well-worn leather chairs that faced his neatly organized desk, and she did so, but only after going to a small bar he kept in his office and fixing them both a neat scotch. She knew him well enough to know that he needed a drink, and if he needed a drink, that meant she was probably going to need one too.
After taking three sips of the scotch in total silence, Dr. Mike blurted out that he was going to have to let her go, as he was closing the clinic! Carly didn't say anything, as he spent the next 15 minutes trying to explain why his business was hemorrhaging money and profusely apologizing over and over to her. When he finally ran out of steam, he simply looked at Carly with an almost pleading look plastered all over his dejected and worried face. She wondered what the pleading look was all about, and what the hell was she supposed to do in answer to his unasked question, whatever it was?
Carly had thought a lot about the state of his business during the last two years, and had watched as he vainly tried everything he knew how to do to revive his practice to its former standing in the community and profitability. The simple truth was, in her mind, (and it was a very sharp mind) there was just too much new competition with brighter, newer, fancier facilities, better locations, cheaper prices, and bigger advertising budgets. Short of a freaking miracle, she knew his business was doomed to failure about a week after she had hired on.
Secretly though, Carly had been looking forward to this very day. You see, Carly wasn't your garden variety eye doctor nurse, and although she had done this type of job for 5 years, she was also a phlebotomist and a student of human behavior. She was college educated, had served her time in the military, and was a whole hell of a lot smarter than most people gave her credit for. She was single because she wanted to be. She was living in this very town, and doing this job because she wanted to.
She was fiercely independent, almost always got what she wanted, and didn't let what other people thought of her dictate her desires or thoughts. And of course, her brilliant mind had done the necessary research, analyzed all the obstacles, and had come up with a plan to rescue Dr. Mike's crumbling business about 12 months ago, and she had been just waiting for the right time to pitch said idea to him.
This was obviously the right time, she knew, as she got up from her chair and poured both of them a much larger portion of scotch before sitting back down and facing her distressed and depressed boss.
Carly spent the following hour explaining the concept, legality, and practical implementation aspects of her plan to the good doctor. She threw out some initial numbers of potential income her business model could produce, with a couple of ideas of how even those numbers could be improved upon in the future, if things went as she expected they would.
By the end of the hour, Dr. Mike's disposition had undergone a 180-degree change, and he was all smiles when he leapt out of that worn out chair behind his desk and gave Carly a huge bear hug and a chaste kiss on her cheek. He told her to begin putting her plan in action starting tomorrow! Carly was smiling too, and her panties were dripping wet, but more about that factoid in a little bit.
She unlocked the clinic at her normal time the following morning, but she was feeling and looking anything but her normal conservative nurse self. She was wearing a low-cut floral blouse that exposed a buxom cleavage that was generated by the push-up bra she had worn underneath. She had on a tight, short navy-blue skirt that had zippers up both sides, and some strappy, black 3" heels that completed her new sexy look. It was her own private secret, but Carly often didn't wear any panties, and she wasn't wearing any this morning.
