The Spinster's Club

Amy: One

It was possibly the stupidest thing she'd ever agreed to and she'd done many stupid things in her life.

Amy pushed back her chair and the wheels squeaked while the chair groaned from the shift in weight. How many years had her ass been settled in this same chair? Maybe the women were right about change. Although the nice thing about being in a job forever and a day was not needing to stress at all. She could do her job blindfolded.

Hell, she could probably live her life blindfolded if she chose.

So she needed four changes. A new job or direction. A new experience. A change in her look and to get laid.

Maybe she's get that dragon tattoo on her ass; that could count as a new look and a new experience at the same time. And if the tattoo artist was hot she could tip him with some sex and then that would be three out of four.

Awesome. She could beat these women at the game without breaking a sweat.

"Ames, babe, could you do a girl a solid?"

Amy tried to keep her face passive but really, did Josh always have to sound like he was channeling Clueless?

"Most girls don't use the men's room," Amy said.

"Most of the girls I know do." Josh tittered and Amy did an invisible eye roll.

"So what favor do you need?" Best to get to the point before she put a ballpoint pen in Josh's esophagus and found herself unemployed or imprisoned.

"I have the hospitalist rotation and I faxed it to the office but Dr. Adorbs is up in General. Could you run him a copy?"

"Why don't you if he's adorbs?"

"Cause General is Timothy's territory and he still hasn't forgiven me for the boyfriend blow job in the bathroom. If I show up to flirt with McFrenchy he might stab me in the eye."

"If you call him McFrenchy again, I might stab you in the eye."

"Doll, don't be like that. You need some good sex times. I heard Will in the cafeteria is newly divorced. He's a hot one."

"He's like twenty three and there's not an inch of him that isn't inked. I don't think so."

"Beggars can't be choosers, babealicious."

"People who want favors shouldn't call other beggars."

Josh sighed a dramatic sigh and held out the schedule. "Please Ames. I'll owe you."

"There's a list of you owe me," Amy grumbled but took the paper. "This is just part of the long list dude."

"I love you doll face."

"Whatever."

It was easy to find Dr Izambard in General Medical. All it took was following the fluttering nurses. And watching the disappointment settle across their faces as he ignored them to concentrate on his conversation with Dr Laurent.

Looking at him matter of factly, Amy could see the attraction of the doctor. His brown hair had a few strands of silver, his eyes were twinkly and compassionate (and so nicely green), he was handsome but not in a striking male model way unless it was a catalogue from a middle of the road department store, not a high end one.

He was approachable.

And oh so gay.

Dr Laurent was telling a story and Dr Izambard was leaning in, his body telling a story of openness and availability. His eyes were locked on the other doctor and anyone looking could see the 'Fuck Me' written in his face.

Of course Joshua was lusting. Any sensible gay man could see a chance there for the taking. He was exactly the opposite of what a woman needed, although he was good looking and well mannered. He was the perfect BGF.

The smile that spread across Amy's face didn't match the smile in her heart or the wild glee bubbling inside. While all the other women were doing the nasty with inappropriate men, she'd just show up with Dr Light in the Loafers by her side. The perfect man who would never deliver on the promise.

She couldn't have set it up any better.

Cass never should have suggested that she was a spinster. The term was just so offensive in this day and age and to see her friends agree so quickly that they were dried up and past their prime: it was infuriating.

Infuriating enough that when the opportunity came, Amy was going to grab it.

Let Cece explain how she was a natural redhead when naked and Romy was going to disappear at any bar she went into since she couldn't reach the freaking barstools. And Cass, well, Cass was going to learn that calling Amy a spinster was never a good choice.

Life was so good. Especially when one was oh so evil.