Pamela said a prayer asking for patience, compassion, empathy and tolerance for her patients. Working as a nurse was stressful, but what made it worse was the co-workers and their work ethic, or lack there of. Arriving at the hospital, Pamela was glad she found a space near the entrance. At the door, she realized she had left her name badge on the microwave at home. Making matters worse, the badge is also the key to get in the employee entrance.
Digging her cell out of her purse, she calls the surgical floor she works on, but no one answers. By now, she's 15 minutes late with no key and no one in sight to help her. She begins thinking this is a sign that she should just leave. Leaning against the door, she smiles at the sunny, cloudless sky and says out load, "this is going to be a shitty day."
Tommy's silver Accord pulls into a parking space slanted taking up two spots. Shaking her head, "that boy is hopeless," she thinks. He's just a few years younger then her but somehow she always feels old around him.
Getting out the car, Tommy has the walk of someone with all the time in the world, even though he too, was very LATE. He finally sees Pamela leaning against the employee's entrance door.
"Damn," he thinks, "she is so fucking sexy, she tries hard to not be but, she's definitely got it."
Pamela has black, curly shoulder length hair. Big green, cat-like eyes, soft full lips, and her chocolate skin is as smooth as silk. What really gets Tommy's (and anyone else's) attention is her body. She has big firm breasts, and always-hard, perky nipples, that push out the front of her nurse's uniform noticeably, above her slender waist. Just like an hourglass, her skinny waist flares nicely to her wide hips and curvaceous ass. In a word, she is "bodacious."
He stares her up and down, smiling as he approaches. Knowing he's checking her out, she fidgets at the door, bracing herself for the comment she's sure he's about to make, because Tommy always has his game on. Her ward clerk is tall, with a muscular body. His face is good-looking for a white boy, with grey eyes, a cute nose, and face constantly flushed. Always clean-cut, clean-shaven, and smells great. His clothes are freshly pressed with pleats and creases in all the right places, yet despite this apparent crispness, there is something animalistic about him and he has that look as if he knows something you don't.
"Damn, Queenie, we haven't even gotten in the building and you need something already." The knowing smirk on his face is in full affect. Standing closer then he needs to , he reaches to swipe the card, and then stops.
Turning to the sexy nurse he says, "Blow on it for luck, boss lady..." as he looks down at his crotch.
"Huh...ah...wha...umm," she stammers, "did you...?" she's cut off
"...my...card...has been acting funny lately," emphasizing the word card.
Flustered, she snatches the card out his hand with a, "hummph," and does it herself. The door buzzes; he pulls it open to let her in. Ducking under his arm, she can feel the heat coming off his body.
Once on the floor all hell breaks loose, the clerk is nowhere in sight to help or even do his job. 10:20 still no sign of him but there is a steaming cup of coffee sitting at his desk.
1:15 he walks up tells her, "I'm going on my lunch break."
