This is the best part of my job, Melissa thought to herself, as the doctor read off from a list of s
This is the best part of my job, Melissa thought to herself, as the doctor read off from a list of supplies needed for the exam room, When I get to sit with him, alone, do this kinda stuff. Manager-stuff.“Insulin syringes, 30 gauge needles, a couple winged infusion sets…” he recited.It was going to be her job to find these products, see if the practice could get them at a better price through another vendor - super important since patient numbers, and thus revenue, had started to dwindle a bit. She was excited! Other people might think it’s boring but I love it, she thought. She loved being given new tasks; she loved learning new things. Just yesterday they were reviewing payroll together and she went home all smiles. Well I don’t know if I love payroll taxes and section 125’s (I almost understand what those are haha) but I love..well….this, she thought, Being able to be useful to him. Me helping him, him needing me.She was confident in this, confident in herself slowly rising to the challenge of this new job. She was also, after this past weekend, confident in something else:Sheryl is not the right woman for him, she knew. Perched on the armrest of the easychair in the exam room, she crossed her legs. Melissa knew she was not the smartest cookie. Like, with numbers and grades and spelling and all that. It sometimes took her longer than other people, she’d accepted that. She was trying - by getting this job, if it turned out how she hoped - to change it. She realized that what success she had in high school and community college didn’t entirely come from any innate intellect. She had recognized early on how a consciously flirty personality along with her ever-developing bustline could so easily change a D or C into a B…or even an A. But aside from all that she also knew she possessed an innate sense for people. It was easy for her, manytimes, to know what others were thinking, to read them. After about on month on the job here she knew, for example, that most of the girls here didn’t really like her that much, despite the friendly faces (some of them) try to put on. A few seemed alright with her - some the younger ones, mostly, the girls closer to her age - but the old women here don’t like her at all, despite the fake smiles. There were a few girls in the office, though, she hadn’t quite figured out yet. Marisela, for example…she’s a tough one. She also knew that Dr. J is one-in-a-million. He’s honest, he’s caring, he’s giving, she thought to herself as she looked up from her notes at him. He’s tolerant and patient and omigod so smart. He deserves a woman who can support him and care for him and love him unconditionally, and even though she just met her that one night Melissa knew Sheryl is anything but that. Sheryl is hiding something and is…well…she’s not right for Dr. J.It hadn’t taken her long, though, with Dr. J’s wife. Despite all Sheryl’s efforts to appear warm and hospitable, Melissa saw right through her this past Saturday night, at their place for dinner.Randi says I have a crush on him, she thought to herself with a smile, watching him rustle through the top drawer of the exam room desk, looking for the stethoscope that’s around his neck. She always laughs her friend off but she admits herself she does have strong feelings…but doesn’t know if they’re for him or about him.He’s a Doctor, he’s the owner of a big practice, he’s my boss…but then again, she thought, as she brushed a stray piece of lint off her chest, he’s just a man.I think he watched me do that.He’s a man who…needs help, she knew, He needs someone to take care of things for him. He needs taking care of. As he’s handing her an empty box of latex gloves, she noticed her hands may be bigger than his. He’s delicate, where she’s always been…strong. Her thigh is probably twice the size of his.“Can you get these in a, uh, ‘Small’ next time?” he asked, almost making her giggle. With her pen she made a note.That’s weird, she thought, as she looked back at him, Why do I suddenly have the urge to see him without his shirt on, to see if he has any chest muscles, any shoulders or biceps? And why did it excite her that she thinks he doesn’t? That her hips are wider than him? That, with any sort of real heel on, she’s taller?Guys she’s been with, old boyfriends…they aren’t many but they were usually tall, bigger guys. Guys that try to pick her up, hit on her….same thing. Like she tells her friends: she attracts meatheads, that’s why she’s stopped dating. But it’s been in her mind recently that the idea of someone a little, well, smaller is strangely exciting. As he was flipping through a small mess of papers in the desk drawer she looked at his thin neck, and felt her own trapezius flexing with authority. She knew, from watching herself pose in the mirror, that her body could be…impressive. Maybe intimidating, even. He has a pencil neck. Her thighs twitched. Oh gosh. Catching her breath starting to quicken, Melissa refocused. Alchohol wipes, tongue depressers, cotton swabs. But she could feel it. She wanted to go to the gym, to start lifting even heavier. She’s thinking about her weekly appointment at the Evolution clinic later today…though they’ve told her she’s already gained 8 lbs since starting at this job, she’s actually secretly hoping it’s even more tonight. Why? she asked herself, Who in their right mind wants to get bigger? She’s been in this position before, and she thought she was past it. She certainly thought she was past being excited about it. What she had been excited to see is if this job was going to bring other changes to her…but so far it’s all tits and ass and dammit I need new shoes again. She drew a deep breath of private exasperation, felt her top stretch tautly over her chest, her once more too-small bra bite into her. At first I was mad, she remembers, irritated when they told her she was starting to grow again. But now…She glanced up and caught him not looking at his papers. He’s looking at my breast, Melissa thought to herself, glancing away so as to not make him uncomfortable. She rolled her eyes and smiled to herself, feeling the little shiver of thrill sparkle through her…————————————-thanks to @carouselbegins for the image! -- source link