Disclaimer: This is fantasy. Be a good person in real life, don't be an arsehole.
Do not use this fantasy for medical advice.
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Ever since I knew her, Karen Millstar was a prissy stuck up bitch.
Sure she was good looking, always well presented and pleasing to the eye, but man, she had an attitude.
This 5 foot 8 inch blonde would look down on me every time, and I am 4 inches higher than her. How she did that was a mathematical dilemma, but then again her 36 inch C cup up-swept breasts defied gravity as well.
She moved to our regional country town, Wanganooie, in the land down under, with her parents when she was just 19, the reason we were told was her dad's company transferred him out here. So she swept into our final year at high school and totally upset the balance of power that had been established over the formative years.
More than one of the alpha males was busted by their girlfriends as they tried to woo this new girl.
High School with Karen Millstar there, was like watching a bushfire approach, as she burned those who tried to get close to her, girls, boys, teachers and the coaches and grounds staff. Yet, like moths to the flame, many kept trying again and again.
Some students had to move school, others dropped out and even some school staff suddenly were not seen around, all due to this new girl and her superficial beauty covering her acidic nature.
I don't blame any of them trying to get close to her, Karen was good at many sports, but excelled at swimming and looked stunning in the one piece swimsuit as she set a few school records in the pool.
The pool attendant, everyone loved Pops, had been working there for years. Poor Pop's who suffered from a bad stammer when he was excited, but did a great job and was so kind to all and everyone really appreciated his nature. One day he yelled out to Karen, who has snuck in past the pool closed signs, as she was about to dive into the pool. Pops had just dosed it up heavily with chlorine and so he tried to yell out "You can't swim yet" but all that came out was
"You can't... You can't... You can't," from Pop's mouth as he stammered over his incomplete warning.
Next week Pops wasn't to be seen at the pool, dismissed over sexual harassment allegations by Karen, as she claimed he was calling her a cunt and she felt so abused. No one could dissuade Karen from pressing on with the charges even after she was explained what Pops was trying to tell her and save her from chlorine burns.
Cold hearted Karen.
I reckon the pool was always a few degrees colder after she swam in it, due to the ice running in her veins. And why did she always have to have her sports bag at the edge of the pool and bend over with her backside facing us all in the stands during the school carnivals, with the water still running down her body and that one piece sticking to her like a second skin as we all studied her cleft, just a thin layer of Lycra covering hiding where we all wanted to visit...
I tried once to have a chat with her at the pool and the look she gave me would make an ice walker proud... a stare so cold it sent a shiver down my spine... she then looked me up and down and burst into laughter pointing at the crotch of my swimmers where I had chubbed up a little, nowhere near full mast at all, my dick just poking out straight ahead, emerging from it's retraction caused from the cool pool.
"Little Chubber, Little Chubber!!" she cried out, humiliating me in front of the whole school. Lesson learnt, avoid the that bitch.
I am no oil painting, but I have a creative mind and a reasonable body, and a good gift of the chat and knew I would survive despite this bitch being at my school and me now having the unjust nick name of "Little Chubber".
So I knuckled down and studied hard and got into the medical course I was wanting... and Karen, aptly, moved into the Banking and Finance world I heard, where she could be a cold hearted bitch to those who needed money when it most mattered to them. Fucking Karen.
But 4 years after I started my doctors degree in the big smoke, a capital city 600 km from home, the Corona Virus started to come out of China and cause havoc and mayhem around the world. Uni was shut down so I came back to Wanganooie where I thought it would be safer from the epidemic.
A local gal, returning from a overseas, with her Pommie partner she had hooked up with, were the ground zero carriers in our local community. Pity about the big welcome home party at the Royal Hotel that her dad, a wealthy farmer, put on, she infected 25 that night with her kisses and hugs and we had 400 cases within 15 days.
Doesn't take long for the shit to hit the fan as the curve kept rising... A few of the local doctors who helped out at the Wanganooie Base Hospital approached me and asked if I could help them there as the workload was crushing them all and my training would allow me to do certain roles. I took them up on it and the next few weeks were a blur, testing those who were presenting with symptoms and helping set up isolation areas within the community and planning ahead with our limited resourses.
By this time the supply chains were grinding to a halt, and drugs, oxygen and other essentials for treating the respiratory illness were in very short supply right across the country.
We were losing our medical staff to the virus and I kept rising up in power at the hospital as I had a great work ethic and had studied epidemiology as an interest through my years at Uni and had a better knowledge that most there at Wanganooie.
I was in charge of the triage one afternoon and who should sweep in, passing all those waiting patiently, I knew who it was behind the designer PPE mask, by the cold blue eye stare.
Karen fucking Millstar.
She asked, well being Karen, she demanded to see who was in charge. I just grinned back and said "Karen, I am".
She spat out at me under her mask "Do I know you??, beside, I need to see the most senior person here, it's an emergency!!"
I had great pleasure telling her to wait at the back of the queue, I was in charge and no one else was available.
Big mistake by my ego... the banshee was unleashed... Karen was shouting and screaming up a storm and going totally ballistic. It got to the stage where one of the old nurses who has been through it all, Nurse Mabel, who has a wicked sense of dark humour and a lust for the bizarre, that people with years of health care service can develop, came along side me and said take her aside. She knew this type of behaviour will not respond well to my asking her to "calm the fuck down" as she recognised the psychotic traits Karen was showing.
So Mabel I took Karen into a nearby private office.
As she sat down I couldn't help notice the heaving of her chest as she breathed rapidly after her outburst and the sheen of tiny sweat beads forming on her skin, man she smelt good. A throb was starting in my trousers.
I said I had to take her temperature and she hissed at me "it's not me it's Mum and I need a doctor right now to see her."
I tried to explain that we were understaffed but under Karen's stare I felt like a rabbit caught on the highway trying negotiate with the b double truck so as not to be run-over...
What Karen wanted, Karen got... it's just the way the world rolls for her...
Until now, that throbbing in my pants was letting me know who was the boss...
I stood up, luckily I had a white lab coat on hiding my hardening cock, and gestured for Karen to follow me, leaving Mabel to go back and sort out the crowded front desk. I walked out and started walking around the Base Hospital, with it's packed corridors and rooms bursting full with those sick from the virus and was surprised to find Karen actually followed me. We went back to the office and she was more subdued... and I told her heath care and supplies were dwindling to almost zero. Mabel joined us and said I was needed urgently as I was the only Doctor available.
Finally Karen looked up and the ice had melted from her blue stare and warm tears were running down into her face-mask. She pleaded with a soft begging voice for me to do something for her Mum.
So I gave her a an emergency pack of anti viral drugs and a manual bag type of respirator and sent her home with instructions...
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But not straight away, my cock was in charge still, so I thought,., it was going to be some time before Miss Prissy got what she needed for her Mum.
I told her straight up that we had lost 3 of the 5 doctors to Covid 19 at the hospital already and I had been elevated to doctor in charge of supplies through the crisis as the title on my name badge showed.