Avenoir

Avenoir - Hillary

Jesus Christ on a pogo stick.

I am dying. Truly dying. I swear to God, I can't cope with much more of this. I mean that woman has some stamina. I think she just had orgasm number three. Not that I am counting or anything. I am trying not to listen, but a girl can only keep her hands over her ears for so long.

I've been out to the corridor a couple of times to check for Mrs. Horton, but no sign of her. Thankfully, no sign of anyone else though. Not sure how I would explain that without breaking into a fit of completely inappropriate giggles.

So, I am still sitting here, surfing the internet, waiting for... I don't know what. Them to finish? Mrs. Horton to come back? The floor to open up and swallow me?

"Oh Jesus, ohfuckohfuckohfuck!!"

Oh, boy. That's her again, and I am pretty sure that is orgasm number four. I never thought she'd be a screamer; she seems so prim and proper. But then I have tried very hard not to ever think of her in that way. It's not very professional, is it?

But she's not exactly giving me a choice in this right now. And the worst thing is I am pretty much imagining every possible thing they could be doing to make her make those noises, and now I am as horny as fuck, and I just know I am going to go home and be unable to resist fantasizing about my extremely hot boss and her equally hot, possibly married, lover.

I mean, talk about inappropriate.

I am never going to be able to look her in the face again. At least not without giving everything away by going fire-engine red. And given my propensity to stick my foot in my mouth when my mind is wandering, I'm probably going to get myself into real trouble.

Hillary, I'm going to be coming into the office late this morning.

Why, sure Dr. Evans, is Mr. Black eating you out for breakfast again? OH SHIT. I meant taking you out. Is he TAKING you out to eat breakfast?

Yeah, that would go down real well. Which I am also pretty sure Mr Black does also. Go down I mean.

Stop Hillary, for God's sake, STOP!

Oh, come on Mrs. Horton, where are you? I can't take much more of this.

It strikes me that they've quieted down for a spell, and I have the insane notion that maybe they are done. Maybe they're gonna stop at four, at least for a while, and, I don't know, go somewhere more sensible to bang each other's brains out?

But then I hear "Oh fuck, baby," and this time it's him. Mr. Magic tongue? Magic fingers? Magic (and incredibly staminal) dick? Or all three? So what, now he's joining the party? At least he can only blow his load once. At least, I fucking hope so.

"Oh Doc," I close my eyes and cringe as I hear him again. The rest of his sentence is muffled but I think it might be something like, "Ooo veel so hood, maby." Or something like that.

Damn, if she hasn't had sex for four years, I am pretty sure she feels pretty fucking amazing right now.

Hillary, STOP! Bad, BAD Hillary!

I hear a knock at the door, and I leap from my seat and race across to crack it open an inch.

"It's just me, Hillary darling," I see Mrs Horton's sparkling blue eyes outside the door. Behind her stands the other Mrs. Horton. Not to be confused with Dr. Laura Horton who is yet another of that large clan of Very. Nice. People™. This one is Mrs. Maggie Horton, and she is married to one of Mrs. Horton's sons, and she is a volunteer, just like Mrs. Horton. She's very nice and she's friends with Dr. Evans but I am also aware that she is quite a nosy gossip, and I would much rather she wasn't here to hear Dr. Evans's very vocal enjoyment of the jolly rogering that she's getting.

"NO! Oh, God, No!"

I see the younger Mrs. Hortons's eyes widen in concern and I smile awkwardly as I open the door wider and usher them in so that I can close the door.

"I'm pretty sure that's a no, don't stop," I tell her quietly. "I've um... her consent is pretty enthusiastic; you can trust me on that."

"Oh fuck, yes baby! Oh, oh! Oh shit, John. Oh God, I have missed you!"

"See?" I wince but I can't help but smile as Mrs. Horton the Younger blushes almost the same colour as her auburn hair.

"Ah, yes. I do." She purses her lips slightly and I wonder again why Mrs. Horton the Elder has brought her up here. The last thing Dr. Evans needs is Mrs. McJudgy-Pants spreading her business all over the hospital.

"Did you manage to close this area of the hospital off?" I ask Mrs. Horton with a pleading note in my voice.

"Of course, I did, darling." Alice Horton smiles and pats me on the upper arm. "I told you I would. As far as anyone knows, there has been a gas leak in this corner of the building and this part of this floor and floors four and six have been evacuated for the safety of all the patients and staff."

"Oh." My eyes are wide. "That's a lot of fuss to go to just to protect Dr. Evans's reputation. But I appreciate it. And I know Dr Evans will too. If she ever finds out, which I honestly kinda hope she doesn't."

"You can go now dear, if you like." Mrs. Horton takes my hand in hers. "I will stay here, and Maggie is going to wait out in the corridor until there is no danger of anyone interrupting them any longer."

"You mean no danger of Ms. DiMera interrupting them," I say.

"Yes, that's what I mean," Mrs. Horton nods her head. "For their sake and for Kristen's. I think it is better for everyone if she doesn't find out about this from anyone but John."

"If he chooses to tell her," Maggie adds, her tone all Judgy-McJudgerson again.

"Uh, it's okay," I say. "I am happy to stay. Mrs. Horton," I nod at Judge Dreadhead again, "doesn't need to stay. I am pretty sure Dr. Evans would prefer that the fewer people that know about this, the better.  She's going to know I heard, and she's going to know you heard if she finds out about the floor being shut off," I nod at pretty little Mrs. Horton Sr., "but she doesn't need to know you know," I give nosy Nellie the evil eye. "And she really doesn't need to think that she's the number one subject of hospital gossip. If you know what I mean."

"Nobody is going to say anything dear," Mrs. Horton reassures me, squeezing my hand. "If I hear even the hint of a rumour, I will make sure the staff responsible are severely reprimanded. You can trust that."

"I sure hope so," I say. I feel very protective of my boss right now, especially with -

"Doc! Aw fuck!" That's Mr. Black. Well obviously, she'd hardly be calling him Doc. "Oh God!"

"I ah," Mrs. Maggie Horton looks at Alice and then at me. She looks even more uncomfortable than I feel. And let's be honest, I bet this isn't the fantasy fodder for her that it clearly will be for me. "If you're sure, Hillary."

"I'm sure, I'm sure," I nod eagerly. "I've already heard so much, a bit more isn't going to make any difference. Honestly. You go."

The younger Mrs. Horton looks at the older Mrs. Horton, who nods her head.

"Okay," she nods and looks sincerely relieved. I guess her embarrassment outweighs her nosiness, and knowing she can't gossip about it has probably made it way less fascinating.

"Do you want to wait in here or out there?" I ask the nicer Mrs. Horton. "I mean, in here is pretty.. um... graphic." The good doctor lets out a long, muffled cry that I estimate to be orgasm number five, and I slap my hands to my cheeks.

"Oh darling, it's nothing I haven't heard before," Mrs. Horton chuckles quietly. "I lived next door to them for the year they were married, and they had a very active and noisy love life back then. And besides, nothing much shocks me. I'll wait in here. You wait out in the corridor. At least then if Marlena comes out, she won't know you've heard everything."

"Thank you," I whisper. The sudden quiet coming from the inner office is a little unnerving. Then Dr. Evans starts up again and this time Mr. Black is moaning right along with her. I wince again and point at my bag. Mrs. Horton nods and I run lightly across the office, grab my bag, sign out of my computer, and then make a very quick exit.