Doctor's Delight
Doctor's Delight
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Doctor’s Delight
By Angela Verdenius
Copyright: Angela Verdenius 2011
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Chapter 1
“Good morning, this is Justin’s Escort Agency. I’m Helen, how may I help you?”
Cherry froze at the female voice. Oh God, this was it! This was the Escort Agency! She swallowed hard. “Is this – is this the male escort agency?”
“Yes it is. How may I help you?”
Cherry bit her lip and fisted one hand in the soft material of her skirt. Can I do this? Can I really hire a man to de-virgin me?
Frizz, her tabby male cat, stared at her out of big, golden eyes. Cherry almost felt like she was too dirty for him to look at, so she turned her back on him while winding the cord around her finger. Great, now she was facing the inquisitive little face of Sugar, her tabby female cat.
“Hello? Are you there?” Helen’s voice resonated with warmth. Maybe she was used to nervous virgins ringing up for men.
“Ah yes.” Cherry cleared her throat. “I’m here.”
“Are you looking for an escort, ma’am?”
The million dollar question. Was she looking for a male prostitute? The million dollar answer – apparently. “I – yes.” Taking a deep breath, Cherry tried to calm her galloping heart. “What do you have on offer?” And cringed. Did I really ask that? Oh my sweet Aunt.
There was humor in Helen’s voice. “It depends on what you’re looking for in an escort.”
Cherry somehow didn’t think answering “a penis,” would be the correct thing to say. “Ummm…first off, what do you charge?”
“Different rates for different services, Ms...?”
“Jones.” Cherry immediately wanted to kick herself. Jones? How fake was ‘Jones’? How many desperate women have passed themselves off as ‘Jones’, and look, I’ve just joined the queue!
Helen didn’t miss a beat. “Well, Ms Jones, what kind of service are you after? Escort for a dinner? Escort for a few hours of pleasure? Escort for the night? Dinner and the night? A party?”
“There’re that many choices?”
“Justine’s Escort Agency caters to every need.”
“Every need?”
“Every need.”
“Ah.”
Helen tried again. Give the woman top marks for patience. “Ms Jones, perhaps we could start with how long do you want the escort for?”
How long would it take to deflower a nervous, plus-sized virgin? “Ah…”
“Do you want gentle handling, something a little rougher?”
“Rougher?”
There was silence for several seconds, and when Helen spoke again, her tone was kinder. “Ms Jones, forgive me for being personal, but is this your first time?”
“Yes.” On both accounts. First time to hire a male prostitute and first time for sex. The first was new, the second was pathetic, and Helen certainly didn’t need to know about that second detail.
“No problems.” Helen was so friendly now that Cherry almost expected her to magically hand her a cup of tea through the phone and sit her down for a chat. “First things first. Our men are all health checked regularly. All use protection and bring their own condoms to the meetings.”
Cherry had a vision of a bunch of hunks sitting around the boardroom table with their packets of condoms (ribbed for your pleasure) on the table before them. Then she realized the meeting meant the meeting between escort and client. Client, that didn’t sound bad. That sounded better than desperate and lonely. “Uh huh,” she said.
“You can hire the escort for the evening, the night, or by the hour.”
“They’re that fast?”
There was total silence on the other end before Helen said a little more slowly, “It depends what you’re after.”
“Sex.” Cherry turned even redder under Sugar’s wide eyes. “Just…sex.”
“Are you into fast sex, Ms Jones? Because we have some excellent escorts here who can bring you to orgasm in no time.”
“Ah…fast sex.” Cherry thought hard. How fast did one need to be at sex? Was half an hour long enough? An hour? Ten minutes? Cripes, what if she was frigid? That could take hours.
“Ms Jones?” Helen probed delicately.
“Ah…no fast sex. But no slow sex, either.” I think. “Normal sex.”
“Normal sex,” Helen repeated. “No specific time limit then?”
“Time limit?”
“Everyone is different, Ms Jones.” Helen laughed lightly. “You are such a kidder!”
“Oh yeah, kidder, that’s me.” Cherry ran one hand over her damp forehead and desperately dragged up her mental plan. “What’s the general rate and time for a meeting in a hotel room?”
Helen turned very professional. “Two hundred dollars an hour, you can decide how long you want your escort. That way you can figure out your time.”
“Two hours,” Cherry blurted. “Two hours should be plenty.”
Helen pounced on the figure. “Excellent! Now, you can pay by credit card—”
“Cash. I want to pay the escort cash as soon as he arrives.”
“Fine. We do have some independent operators who work side-line for us, and they’ll accept cash on arrival. Now, Ms Jones.” There was a definite smile back in Helen’s voice. “Do you have a preference for your escort?”
Cherry knew exactly what she wanted, she’d thought of this ever since she’d listened to her crazy friends. In fact, she had the ideal man from her day dreams. If anyone was going to deflower her and hold her in his arms, it was going to be her dream man. Especially if she was going to be paying four hundred dollars for two hours with him.
“Tall, strong. Muscular but not overblown, you know?”
“You don’t want Conan the Barbarian.”
“Exactly. Dark hair.” Cherry started to feel her courage disappear as she reeled off what seemed like a shopping list, or a description for a pedigree dog. “Uh…good looking would be nice.” Nice? She wanted good looking. She wanted knock-me-down and stroke-me-out handsome. But she couldn’t quite get up the nerve to say so.
“No problems,” said Helen the Efficient. “Anything else?”
Oh yes, there was. Something really important. “He has to like plus-sized women.”
“Trust me, Ms Jones, our escorts are there to please you. Size means nothing to them.”
“I just…” Cherry bit her lip, mortified.
“Your escort will like you, Ms Jones, trust me. They are used to being with clients of every age and size. Their business is your pleasure, so don’t worry about it, okay?”
Easy for Helen to say. Cherry had no doubt Miss Twiggy was sitting behind the phone racking up the men like cue balls.
“Now, do you have a date in mind?”
The frown eased from Cherry’s face. “This Saturday.”
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“Let me just check the schedule.” There came the sound of keys clicking. “Damien is free Saturday.”
Damien? Damien sounded like a hunky man’s name. Cherry chewed her bottom lip. Now she had a name, it seemed a little more real.
“Time and place of meeting?’ Helen queried.
“Indigo Hotel.” Oh the other side of the city. “Eleven pm.” As late as possible, so it was less likely anyone would see him – Damien – arrive and leave.
“Contact phone number?”
Luckily, she’d planned ahead. She didn’t want any way for this to backfire. She gave the number of the pre-paid mobile phone.
“Right,” said Helen. “Saturday twelfth, eleven pm, at the Indigo Hotel.”
“Yes.”
“Damien will be there. You will have a good time, Ms Jones. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No. That’s it.”
“Have a lovely evening and thank you for contacting us. Any problems, feel free to call back.”
Cherry put the phone down and stared at it. That was that. She’d just hired a male escort for two hours on Saturday. Perched on the edge of the chair, she nibbled her bottom lip. Her heart thundered a little in her ears and she felt hot. Not good hot, but jittery nerves hot.
She looked at Sugar. “I can always cancel, right?”
Sugar blinked and went back to grooming.
Cherry looked back at the phone. She couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. She couldn’t believe she’d actually listened to her crazy friends.
Three Days Before
“Which imbecile nurse did this?” A familiar roar rent the air.
“Bugger me dead.” Cherry looked around the corner of the treatment room. “It’s Ducks Arse.”
“Who?” Maxie looked up from where she was drawing up the intravenous antibiotics.
“Dr Drake. Harry. Ducks Arse.”
“Ah.” Maxie squinted at the syringe as she held it up. “What’s his problem?”
“I don’t know. He’s waving the obs chart around.”
“Maybe you should go and see—”
“And maybe I should go and play in the traffic.”
“I’m the senior RN.” Maxie carefully pressed the plunger of the syringe until the air was out of the barrel. “That means you’re under me.”
“And you’re above me. Which means you’re in charge.” Cherry smiled. “Dr Ducks Arse is waiting for you.”
Maxie glared.
Cherry smiled wider.
“Cherry—”
Cherry glanced back out the door. “Never mind. Susie’s copped it.”
“You are such a bitch.”
“No, I’m a survivor.”
Maxie shook her head and grinned suddenly. “I’ll tell Susie that you could have saved her.”
“Hey, she’d have done the same.”
Trailing behind Maxie as she left the treatment room and headed for the corridor leading to the patients’ rooms, Cherry gave Susie a little wave behind the ranting doctor’s back. Susie’s gaze promised retribution.
After giving the patient his antibiotics via the IV cannula in his hand, Cherry and Maxie disposed of the syringe and needle into the sharps container before heading to the staff dining room. It was deserted apart from themselves. They hadn’t been there long when Susie came through the door.
“You cows,” she stated bluntly. “You could have—”
“But didn’t,” Cherry finished, unwrapping the glad wrap from her sandwich. “Man, I hate this rabbit food.”
It was with a smirk that Susie placed the plate of mushroom and chicken pasta in the microwave and heated it up. Cherry sighed as the aroma filled the air.
“Revenge is sweet.” Susie set the plate right opposite Cherry and sat down.
“That’s low and mean and everything else in that area,” Cherry muttered. Why oh why couldn’t she be slim and able to eat whatever she wanted? Glancing down at her gently rounded tummy and plump thighs under the nurse’s uniform top and pants, she sighed.
“Uh-oh,” Maxie said. “She has that look again.”
Forking up some pasta, Susie shrugged. “Hey, no sympathy here. She left me to Ducks Arse.”
“I never told you to come at his yelling,” Cherry pointed out.
“Yeah, well at least I have the knowledge that I’m in for a mad sex session with Robbo this arvo to restore my good nature.”
Sighing again, Cherry picked the bean sprouts out of the sandwich. “Hell.”
Susie glanced up. “Cherry…”
“Don’t worry.”
“Of course we worry,” Maxie said bluntly. “Ever since we found out you’re a virgin, we’ve been worried.”
“Dying a virgin.” Susie shuddered.
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to get de-virginated anytime in this life.” Goddamn it.
“Is there such a word as de-virginated?” Maxie wondered.
“Forget that.” Susie waved her fork in Cherry’s direction. “You need to go out more. Meet more blokes.”
“I spent the whole of last year being dragged around to pubs and clubs and who the hell knew where else.” Cherry tossed the sandwich on the plate with a sigh. “You, of course, got every good-looking man in sight.”
“Why ‘of course’?”
“Because you’re a lust magnet,” Maxie replied bluntly.
“And you can’t talk.” Picking up the mug of hot coffee, Cherry waved it around until it was in danger of slopping over. “You had more offers than a wage increase at a politicians gathering.”
“Well…”
“And now you’re engaged and Susie has a boyfriend. Again.”
“Cherry, any man would have to be out of his mind to not want you—”Susie began.
“Oh, come on!” Cherry poked her soft belly with a forefinger. “I’m fat and thirty five. No man wants me.”
“That’s not true.”
“Of course it’s bloody true! How many times was I picked up at the pub? When did any man show any interest in me?”
“You have plenty of male friends.”
“Friends. Friends!” Cherry stopped talking when a hospital clerk looked inside the door and glanced around in search of someone before retreating again. “Friends, Susie. Men want to be my friend, not my lover.”
Maxie and Susie looked at each other.
Cherry sighed and leaned her chin on one fist. “I’m not jealous of you two. We’ve been friends for years. It’s just…”
“You want to be loved,” Maxie said.
“No. Yes.”
“Decisive,” Susie stated.
“I want...”
“A man.”
“Exactly.”
“We’re trying, sweetie.” Maxie patted her hand. “There’s some new doctors coming to the town and we’ll see them here. Maybe one of them?”
“You don’t understand.” Taking a deep breath, Cherry pushed the coffee mug away. If it were anyone else but her two friends, she wouldn’t have had the gumption to speak her mind. “I’ve given up on finding a man to love me.” When Susie opened her mouth to object, she held up her hand. “All I want is to know what it’s like to be held. Kissed. Have sex.” Okay, maybe that was taking it a bit too far, especially at work.
“That’s all?” Susie’s eyes had widened.
“Yes.”
“I can fix that.”
“You can?” Both Cherry and Maxie asked at the same time.
Before Susie could answer, four more nurses came through the door, one of them the DON. They sat down at the table, talking amongst themselves.
Susie winked at Cherry. Maxie looked dubious. Cherry wondered what the hell Susie was thinking.
On their way back to the ward, Susie nudged Cherry. “Maxie and I will be over tonight to chat a bit more.”
“You will?”
“We will.”
“Good,” Maxie said. “I can’t wait to hear your plan.”
Cherry watche
d her friends disappear down the corridor and rubbed her chin. Susie could fix her yearnings? What on earth did her friend have in mind?
And did she really want to know?
~*~
Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a romance novel open but face-down on her lap, Cherry stared moodily at the television screen. The sound was turned off but there was enough for her to know what was happening.
The actress was being thoroughly kissed by a mouth-watering actor. He was cute, she was cute. They were both so bloody beautiful it made Cherry want to be sick. Violently.
Picking up the remote, she jabbed the off switch with more force than necessary and threw it back down on the sofa. Now she could see her reflection in the dark screen. Short, fat sheila. Phooey.
All her life she’d been friends with the males of the species. Friends and nothing more. She was everyone’s mate, no-one’s lover. She’d only been kissed twice in her whole lifetime. Once by an over-sexed teenager in school, and the other time at her fifth birthday party by the little romeo who lived next door.
What gold star moments.
Now she was thirty five years old and a virgin.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be a virgin,” she told Frizzo and Sugar, who were both lolling back on the other sofa opposite her. “I just want, for once, to be held. Touched. Kissed.”
Frizz blinked his gold eyes at her and Sugar yawned.
Ignoring their obvious disinterest, she continued, “Is it too much to ask? Everywhere I look, men and women are making out. Kissing. Touching. I’m not. Is it too much to ask? I don’t want to die without knowing, just once, what it’s like to be made love to.”
“And you don’t have to,” a cheerful voice said from behind her.
Cherry nearly fell off the sofa. “Hells bells!”
Susie plopped down onto the sofa beside her.
“Just come right on in, why don’t you?” Cherry sighed. “You heard me talking to the cats, didn’t you?”
“Lovie, we both did.” Maxie perched on the armrest of the sofa opposite. Her eyes were dreamy.
Cherry scowled. “Ben jumped your bones when you got home, didn’t he?”
“Yeah. Man, he is so built.” Maxie grinned.