I arrived early for my first day as a new nurse to the office of the hot young doctor that everyone had been whispering about in the nurse’s lounge. His office was directly across the street from the hospital, which made it convenient to go from one to the other. One of his patients had been seen in the emergency room this morning by the physician on call, and he had admitted the young lady. I had been instructed to go across the street to the hospital and get her IV started while my new boss finished with a patient in his office.
I checked in with the nurse at the front station and told her that I was here to see a patient for Dr. Trent Manning. Her face lit up at just the mention of his name, and it made me smile. She gave me the room number, and I made my way to our new patient’s room. Inside, I found a frail looking young girl waiting. I prepared the necessary supplies on a tray at the girl’s bedside and began to insert the needle into her arm. It was going to be difficult since the girl had veins that were nearly impossible to locate.
The doctor arrived as I was on my third attempt to find a vein. My young patient winced as I once again failed and removed the needle, leaving a large bruised area in the bend of her arm. Dr. Manning scowled down at me as he approached the bedside.
“Nurse, go to my office and wait for me there,” he said sternly. A huge lump formed in my stomach as I gathered my things from a nearby table. As I exited, I noted how easily the doctor found a vein on the back of the girl’s hand and heard him apologize to her for the discomfort from the excessive sticks.
Dejected, I walked back across the street to Dr. Manning’s office, took a seat across from his desk, and gingerly awaited his return. Great, it’s your first day Lydia and you managed to screw it up. Ain’t that just peachy. My feet began to tap nervously.
Alas, the doctor seemed to be taking his time, and it wasn’t long before my nerves began to relax and my gaze began to wander around the room. His office was just as impressive and virile as he appeared to be to the casual observer. I ran my hands along the dark leather of his desk chair and looked at the photos of deep sea trips where he held up large trophy fish on a dock. There was a photo of him standing on the peak of some unknown mountain and one of him breaking a ribbon on the finish line of a bicycle race hanging alongside his degree and license on the wall.
It didn’t surprise me that Dr. Manning was not only intelligent, but also so physically active. The young physician was only in his early thirties. He was tall and muscular with classically handsome features. The curls of his dark blonde hair had been closely cropped, framing his steel blue eyes in dignified fashion. He had the body of an athlete and one of the most pleasant bedside manners among the doctors at the hospital. Most importantly, he was single.
Consensus among the nurses was that they imagined him to be anything but dignified in private. There had been rumors about his sexual prowess at his previous hospital, but none of the nurses on staff here had first-hand knowledge. I wouldn’t mind being the one to find out if it were true. I resisted the urge to touch myself as I stood alone in his office, surrounded by the evidence of his masculinity. I could even smell his intoxicating scent lingering around the room from the last time he was in here. I bit my lip as I thought about what it might feel like to have his large, but delicate hands on my body.
I leaned against his desk with my eyes closed and my head tilted slightly back, lost in a little daydream about my new boss. The door opened, startling me, and the doctor walked inside. I had expected to hear footsteps approaching, but apparently this room didn’t transmit sound well. I straightened and smoothed my uniform as he approached me. My nervousness returned promptly as he entered the room. I dreaded hearing what he was about to say after my error in the patient’s room.
“Lydia, you came highly recommended to me as a nurse. I spoke with several other doctors and have observed you with patients several times prior to bringing you onboard with my staff. I think you are probably a fine nurse. However, what I just witnessed with that patient was unacceptable. If you cannot locate a vein, then you can’t just keep trying in the same place. Move on and find somewhere more viable. I was able to easily insert the IV through a vein in the young lady’s hand. Are we clear?”
I nodded my head in agreement, trying not to fall apart as I was chastised on my first day in his employ. I felt ashamed that I hadn’t considered her hand or moved to the other arm.
“Very good. Now, I’ve decided that we will spend some time going over some of the activities you will perform in this office so that I can observe your technique and teach you my preferred method of doing things,” he said.
I looked up, surprised by his pleasant tone. “Yes, sir,” I replied meekly.
“Good. Then let us get started with the basics first,” he told her. “I’m not going to waste time watching you and then correcting any processes that I don’t feel are proper. Instead, I’m going to demonstrate how I want each item done so that you can observe my methods first hand. Sit up on my desk.”
I watched as he removed the stethoscope around his neck and picked up a nearby blood pressure cuff. He placed the cuff on my arm and began squeezing the bulb so that it filled with air. Once it was inflated, he placed his stethoscope on the inside of my arm. My heartbeat increased rapidly as the back of his hand brushed against my breast. I hoped it wasn’t making my blood pressure rise enough for him to notice. If it did, he didn’t comment. Once he was satisfied that I understood, he moved on.
“Next, I want to show you how to properly assess breathing and heart sounds. I will need for you to remove your shirt.”
My eyes widened. “…Remove my shirt? But usually–”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Lydia. I’m telling you how we do things around here.”
I couldn’t imagine that he would need my shirt off to demonstrate, but I wasn’t about to insult him by questioning his methods. I unbuttoned my shirt, slid it off and laid it on the desk beside me. It was cold in his office, and my nipples were hard beneath my sheer lace bra. He seemed to be looking right at them as he warmed the stethoscope between his hands before placing it on my chest.
I noticed how his hand brushed against my breast again as he performed his demonstration of how to check heart and lungs. Twice couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? I couldn’t say that I minded, but I was afraid that he would notice how fast my heart was racing if he continued to stand so close to me and brush against me. After a few more demonstrations of routine office procedures, Dr. Manning began to discuss some of our more intimate patient requirements.
“Because I am a general practitioner, our office will sometimes perform more private exams for our patients. One thing you will be responsible for, Lydia, are breast exams, as well as education on how to perform self-exams. I will need for you to remove your bra for this demonstration.”
I hesitated. “…Are you serious?”
His stare pierced right through me. And true to his words, he did not repeat himself.
With a flutter in my belly, I did as I was told, laying it on top of my shirt and feeling more than a little self-conscious about being exposed. As I sat there, my hard nipples now fully exposed to him, he stepped close to me and reached for my arm, pulling it upward and sliding my hand behind my head. His hands were warm as he showed me the proper way to feel for abnormalities. Taking his time, he felt his way around my breast.
He pulled my arm back down and repeated the process on the other side. Surely, there was no need for him to demonstrate on both breasts, was there? He finished the second portion of his breast exam and brought my arm back down by my side. Standing before me, he looked down at my breasts for a moment before reaching forward and cupping both of them in his hands. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he did this.
“Perfectly symmetrical, nurse,” he informed me. “That is very unusual. Only a very tiny percentage of unaltered breasts do not vary in size to some degree. You are a rare specimen, indeed.”
A swell of heat coursed through my cheeks. “Oh…thank you, Dr. Manning.”
I couldn’t help but note that he continued to hold my breasts cupped in his hands as he spoke. He smiled at me and finally released them, letting them fall back into place.
“Okay, we’ll need to improvise a bit for this next demonstration, and it will be difficult for you to see, but you should be able to feel and follow my instructions. Please stand and remove the rest of your clothing for me,” he said.