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Erica glances up from her charting to check the time. The clock reads 8:45 A.M. "15 more minutes of this shit." She was dying for a double shot espresso from Starbucks and a pink cake pop. The stack of charts she's been working on for an hour is slowly dwindling. That night had been rough. An apartment building caught fire leaving 6 out of the 10 floors in flames. Most of the upper levels got the brunt of it but burn patients were never easy to deal with. She was busy with patients but since the morning crew came at 8:30 A.M. to start relieving she escaped to a back desk near the ICU to finish her charts.
She finishes charting, quickly grabbing her bag that she packed at 8:00 A.M. Before any of the other nurses can grab her for some menial task, she punches out, taking the side stairs to the car garage. "Thank fuck it's Friday." Her weekend is free thankfully. The first since she had visited Ophelia in Nashville. She was overworked and tired. "I need a vacation."
A black Nissan Altima is parked directly in front of her VW Jetta. "It's too early for this." Erica stomps over, slapping at the tinted driver's side window. "Hey! Move your shit moron."
The window doesn't roll down but the door does open. Inside reveals a sleep rumpled Ophelia dressed in her pajamas. "Good morning..." Ophelia lifts 2 Starbucks coffees in her hands. "Coffee?"
"Fia? What are you doing here?" Erica gladly takes the coffee, drinking in relish. She moans as the taste of white chocolate and caramel bathes over her tongue. "I needed this."
"Also bought you cake pops, pink and white." Ophelia holds out a paper bag, sipping from her frappe.
Erica drops her bag to the ground to grab the offered food. She sticks the pink cake pop in her mouth, moaning around it. "Will you marry me?"
She laughs at her best friend's antics. "Calm down, it's just coffee and a cake pop. Nothing too special." Ophelia steps out of the car to pull Erica into a much needed hug. She squeezes her close and ignores the odd colored stains on her scrubs.
"Why are you here?" Erica leans against the car.
Ophelia rests her head on the side of the doorframe. "I have so much to tell you. I couldn't do it over the phone without freaking out." She heaves a sigh. "Wednesday I drank about 5 shots at a strip club. Wait-" Erica opens her mouth, most likely to scream something inappropriate. "Aunt Lea, me, Judy, and Samantha went. It's a long story but basically, Samantha wants me. Like wants to fuck me."
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Obsessed with Submission
Romance"Crawl," Samantha's legs are spread wide, "Crawl to me." Her voice is sweet and low. The domme has her hands pressed on her muscular thighs as she waits for the submissive to make her move. Ophelia knows that Samantha will punish her if she doesn't...
