Night Shift

Dedicated to TMH

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I always see the same security guard walking around my floor at the same time every night; checking the doors, turning off lights and shutting down Kliman Memorial Hospital's extended wings. He never speaks, other than the courteous head nod or occasional "Hello," and "Goodnight" that he may or may not give according to how his night is going.

He occasionally peeks his head into certain rooms to ask how things are to some of the patients, and he greets other passing hospital staff with the same gesture that he greets the Nurses Desk with as he passes them.

I try not to look too intently at him as he passes, I'm engaged with two kids, but the relationship that I'm in is rocky, and he's cute as all hell. I like the chin strap that outlines his square jaw line, and his stunning emerald green eyes; his clean shaped finger nails, and the little cow lick that he has in the front of his hair.

But one night I got caught looking...

"Hi." He said as I was staring out into nothing, but day dreaming about everything that I would love to do to him.

"Uh... um..." I responded, because that's all I could choke out of my mouth.

"You ok?"

"Um yeah, just, I'm sorry, hi."

"You looked like you were stuck somewhere other than this boring lame hospital."

I giggled nervously, "Yeah, I was day dreaming. I need to get to my nightly routine so I can leave this boring hospital you speak of."

"I'm stuck until seven tomorrow morning, I can't leave just yet, but I would love to. I would love to be able to work somewhere decent where I wasn't working steady nights, but was by a woman's side snoring gently in her ear, but everyone has their wishes right." He stated softly.

His voice was actually very soft for a man of his stature. Not anything overly strange, he didn't sound gay or anything, but for a six foot tall muscle bound country boy, he didn't have any of the qualities in the vocals that you might think he would have.

"Well I'm going to get back to my rounds if that's ok, I will see you around."

...and with that he was back to his rounds and his nightly routine before I could even get my head together to ask him what his name was.

His shirt had a name tag on it that simply said "Kelly" but I'm assuming that was his last name and not his first, but I would have to ask later. I got up and finished my evening chores, I mean side work, and went about getting ready for the next shift to come in so I could go home and kiss my two little ones good night, since their father was there with them nightly for the bedtime rituals.

A week or two went by before I saw Mr. Kelly again, I'm not sure where he had been but I found myself kind of missing him and all of his features when I saw the replacement security guards come around every night to close down the hospital. One guy was chubby and short, the next looked like "Howdy Doody" And the other couple of guys were your everyday run of the mill security guards, so when I saw them instead of my "Mister Right," I was saddened and found myself missing him.

When he did come back, I found myself devising a plan to get him and me in an empty hospital room after hours, but every time I would find the courage to speak to him, my mouth would open and all that would come out was "Hi or hello" like every other day.

One night, I was outside smoking and to my surprise, a lot earlier than usual, the door beside me swung open and out pops "Mr. Kelly" to light up right next to me.

"How are you tonight?"

"Better now." I said with out thinking at all.

He chuckled and looked at me, "How so?"

That's when I realized I had said that out loud. "Fuck, I said that out loud didn't I?" My face was a blaze as I could feel the blood rushing to it.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty lady."

And now he's correcting my language? I wanted to go crawl up into a ball and die as the embarrassment was written clearly all over my face.

"No need to be ashamed, it's just us, and I'm just making conversation."

"No, I'm sorry, really. Really, I'm sorry."

"It's ok. So how have you been? I haven't seen you. I was off for the last two weeks, my Aunt was sick, and I was the only family member around this area to be there for her, but she passed, so I came back to work."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." I said, "What was her sickness?"

"She had breast cancer, but she fought well and passed on even more gracefully if that were at all possible. She went in her sleep. But how have things been here at old Kliman Memorial?"

"The same old grind, just sick patients, and the "Groundhog Day" routine; the same thing day in and day out. I get sick of the same thing, I actually find myself wishing something traumatic would happen just to liven up my work day around here. I'm going crazy."

"Something will come up. Just be patient..."

And wouldn't you know; something sure did, and I was wishing it didn't afterwards!

About a week after that conversation, I was in a room with an older lady, and I was trying to replace her IV needle, and I accidently scraped a bone in her hand. I didn't mean it, and I was normally very good and very careful with my needles because I don't like being stuck with needles, so I don't figure anyone else does either. Needless to say, the lady didn't quite like that and she went off!

Not just any kind of 'off,' but all of the way off the handle! She flipped completely out! She 'mother fucked,' and 'cock sucked,' and called me all kinds of 'bitches,' 'cunts,' and 'whores' just because I accidently stuck her, and no amount of apologizing was going to stop her. She tore out the IV, knocked over the stand with the computer for the IV, started ripping out chords from her body, and proceeded to try to destroy the room.

I hit the nurse's button for immediate assistance, and six nurses came to my side, so they could four points restrain her, and the fifth and sixth nurse were there to sedate her with some sort of serum so she could and would stop tearing things apart before she caused damage to herself or someone else.

As soon as everything was over and settled, I immediately ran out of the room, and to the nurse's station to clean up. I was covered in blood from head to toe, and my favorite pair of Tinker Bell™ scrubs was ruined. I had this lady's blood all over me, and I was black and blue on my left arm where she had grabbed me and held on with a death grip from hell while she screamed at me in point blank range. Fuck this job.

When I went over to my desk to sit and start the Incident Report that we were required to do in cases like this, my coworker Samantha looked up at me. "Go compose yourself. You're all disheveled and you probably need a few more minutes before you return to work. I'll tell RNS Becky I gave you a break if she asks where you are. I got the floor for the moment, go take a half hour, and get your mind right."

I thanked Samantha and walked away. I couldn't get five feet before the tears started. I felt bad that I scraped the lady, but she didn't have to go off like that. I have been doing this for seven years now; I think I know what I'm doing. I make mistakes just like the next person. Stupid lady.

I walked into Room 2019 which was Vacant/Clean with fresh linens on the bed, and it was ready for a patient when the time was needed. I left all of the lights off, and the television also, and I just sat and cried to myself. I cried until it hurt to cry.

Ten O'clock on the nose, Mr. Kelly was making his rounds in my wing as he normally did, and when he walked past the nurse's station, he stopped and asked for me.

"I think she's in 2019. She's having a rough night, a patient went crazy on her, and she has been in there for about ten minutes." Samantha replied.

"Thank you."

'Knock knock knock'

"Please go away," I said in between sobs. I was sitting on the bed, but the curtain was drawn around half of the room, so anyone from the hallway couldn't see what was going on in the room.

He let himself in instead of leaving and the familiar jingle of his keys let me know it was him, but it was too late. He was already around the curtain, and standing in front of me. "You Ok?"

"I will be thanks." I said almost dismissing him.

"You don't look it. You look like you need a Kleenex or two." He said reaching for the tissues, and kneeling down in front of me to wipe my downturned face. "Things will be ok."

"Thank you." I said taking the tissue from him to finish the job.

"Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you cry? The birth mark on your face gets lighter pink and looks like a little heart."

"Umm no; who looks cute in a time like this? My hair is all jacked up, my face is pale from crying, and since you can't see my uniform in this dark room, I'll tell you it's all splashed up with that wicked lady's blood."

"It's ok baby. At the end of the day, it's a pay check. You get to go home to your family and the day is over."

"Let's not talk about my family please."

"I'm sorry. But you know what I mean, the worst is over. Do you need a hug?"

"As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind that." I said standing to hug my 'Mr. Right.' As he embraced me, I wrapped my arms around him for dear life, and didn't want to let go, and just held him there. But to my shock and awe, when he let go, he reached up, slid his hand into the back of my hair, and planted one of the most passionate kisses on me that I had ever in my life had, and my knees went completely weak.

When he was done, I must have been stuck in the moment, because I was still standing there with my lips pierced to be kissed again. And he did!

This time when he did, I let my knees go, and the two of us fell gently onto the hospital bed, and his weight crushed me as we lay across the bed.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this." He said when he broke the kiss.

"Shhhhhh. Please kiss me again." I said not caring if we should or shouldn't be doing that, I wanted him and I wanted him right then!

As he continued to kiss me, I could feel him getting hard in between us, and my instant reaction was to get wet. Really wet!

"Please put it inside me. I Need It." I urged him.

"But I..."

"I'm on the pill and we don't have time to discuss this. Come On."

He stood to drop his pants, and I slid my scrub pants over my ass and let them too fall to the floor. Even though the room was dark, I saw the huge thick monster that was about to enter my womb, and I couldn't back out now, no matter how thick or long he was. I wanted this so bad!

As he slid into me, I gasped for air, and reached out to grab him and pull him closer. He thrust into me over and over again, borrowing deeper into my wet hole as I ravaged his tongue and mouth. I sucked on his tongue, and kissed his mouth, sucked on his neck, and ear, and dug my nails deep into his back through his shirt.

He pushed harder and harder into me, and I felt his rock hard manhood hitting something deep in my belly. I loved every precious moment of this. I finally had my Mr. Right laying in between my creamy legs, slamming his rod into my wet flower over and over again.

I Then he did something unthinkable, and reached between us while he was slamming into me, and started flicking my button back and forth. The feeling was tremendous! A massive pole filling me all of the way up and my clit being stimulated at the same time; I was in heaven!

"Cum with me," he said.

With out thinking, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper every time he slammed into me. I wanted to feel him shoot his load in me just as I...

"Oh God, I'm cumming." He said as he slammed into me a couple more times with all of his might. The feeling of his finger rocking back and forth at record speed and the thick pole that was stretching me was too much for me and I exploded right a long with him.

*

The feeling of euphoria that I felt as he stood up and pulled his pants up was too much. My head was spinning a million miles a minute, and I was higher than any drug I'd ever known could make me feel.

As I stood to pull my own pants up a couple seconds later, and Security Guard Kelly walked around the curtain to leave, all I could say was... "Hey, what's your first name again?"

"Jamie."

"Thank you Jamie Kelly."

"No, Thank You, Tara."

All night long, I felt him leaking out of me slowly, soaking my already soaked panties... Dreaming of the next time I would get to Feel My Mister Right, Making Me Feel OH SO Wrong! ...Well Naughty is a better word!

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