Cry to Me

"Focus and go! Focus and go! Push! Look into my eyes and focus!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Dulci huffed at her television. She was twenty-five minutes into Insanity and she was irritated at the sound of Shaun T's voice. Her morning had been one from hell.

When she woke up at 6:30, she threw on some clothes and drove to the hospital to drop off her finished charts. By the time she arrived at 7, the office manager and owner were talking quietly in the office. She quickly put her charts on her desk but as she was leaving, Marty, the office manager, stopped her.

"Dulci, Dr. Harrison and I need to speak to you. Please, have a seat."

"Will this take long, I actually have an important doctors appointment at 8:30 this morning," Dulci sat in her desk chair.

"This won't take long. Last night, Dr. King saw one of your patients from yesterday on emergency. The problem is that the patient's chart was nowhere to be found. It was brought to our attention that you've been taking charts home to finish and that is unacceptable. It's a liability issue." Dulci shook her head in understanding.

"What's worse is that the patient obviously needed radiographs. The client claimed that it was never offered to her to start." Dr. Harrison gave her a stern look.

"I'm assuming you're referring to the back patient? I told the client I was worried about a disc issue or Spondylosis. She declined x-rays due to cost." She wanted to tell them that it would be easier to get people to commit to diagnostics if the cost was more reasonable.

"I believe you, Dulci. However, it's hard for Dr. King to cover for you when she doesn't have your exam to consult," Dr. Harrison shrugged. "You're a great doctor, Dulci, but we have to function as a team, and taking your charts out of the hospital causes problems for other doctors and for us."

"I understand. It won't happen again. Last night I have some extenuating circumstances that I had to attend to. I thought it would be better to finish them at home instead of leaving them undocumented," Dulci said in the most professional, yet closed off voice she could muster. "Am I free to go?"

"Actually, I really quickly wanted to go over your numbers for the month."

She felt like screaming, "What the fuck part of 'I have a doctors appointment' don't you understand?", but pushed her irritation aside to talk about the least favorite part of her job, the profit for her money hungry boss.

"Based on the month of October, it looks like you've brought in quite a lot, but your average invoice is the lowest of all of the associates."

As she listened, she felt herself having to bite her tongue more and more. She could only push as much as the clients could afford. Her hands were often tied because people couldn't afford proper diagnostics.

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"Three! Two! One! Basketball drills! Go!"

It was probably the best Insanity workout she'd ever done because she was so upset. She tried to help people and their pets as much as possible. She remembered her mentor telling her that eighty percent of veterinary work is teaching the clients and twenty percent is treating the pets. Without explaining the importance of a treatment plan, people won't understand. What was really frustrating was that Dulci would have her clients ok board, but so many of them couldn't afford the diagnostics. She was a workhorse, seeing patients sick or well without a problem. Where other doctors asked staff members to call clients, Dulci took the time to call every client because it created better doctor/client relationships. Her efforts paid off because in the two years she'd been there, she'd created a hefty clientele of her own.

After the cool down, she collapsed onto her couch. She was both mentally and physically exhausted and it was only 9:30am. She figured she would just lie there for a few minutes before she got up to get ready.

She was awoken by a tickling sensation, as if someone's fingers were gently caressing her abdomen starting from just below her breasts, down her rib cage, and further toward her hips. It felt exquisite. She couldn't remember the last time Henry touched her like that. When she touched his hands, she knew instantly that it wasn't Henry. These hands were bigger and calloused, well weathered and broken in. She couldn't open her eyes. She just enjoyed the pleasure. When she felt lips on her stomach, again she knew it was someone else. Henry had nice firm lips. These lips were plumb. She was able to open her eyes enough to see a man slinking his way down her abdomen. He was shirtless, another indicator that it wasn't Henry. While he worked out, he wasn't jacked like the man doing a number on her. He had short wavy brown hair, the kind that would feel amazing to run a hand through, and she did just that. As soon as her hand contacted his head, he looked up with a dark smile.

"What are you doing?" Dulci asked with a bewildered and breathy voice. It's not that she didn't want him sexually, but there was so much they hadn't done. Her inquiry was pointless as he started to slowly pull her compression shorts down, starting to expose her hip and pelvic bone.

"Wait, you may not want to do that. I need to shower, I just got done working out," she tried to reason. He was painstakingly close to her crotch and she was terrified because of the sweat. At this point the shorts were around her knees, and when she tried to move her body, she couldn't. It was as if she was paralyzed on her couch. He placed a kiss right below her belly button while kneading and caressing her thighs, and didn't stop there. The kisses continued to go south. She held her breath when he kissed her underwear covered pelvic bone. He hands came to her hips again, this time slowly pulling her underwear down.

"I know this isn't the time to chat, but you haven't given me a proper kiss and you're eager to do that?" Her words were shaky and useless. It was if he didn't hear her. He sat up to finish pulling her shorts and underwear off of her legs. He reached behind him to grab a couch pillow and after lifting her pelvis off of the couch, he placed the pillow under her butt to lift her lower half up. When he knelt back down above her, he slowly parted her legs at the knees and trailed his hands up the inside of her thighs. Once she was fully spread and exposed on her couch, he restarted kissing her down her lower abdomen.She was almost panting with anticipation.

"Nobody has ever done this before." It was her meager last ditch effort to stop him, but as his mouth touched her vagina, she forgot all of her hang-ups. He started by kissing her clitoris, and it took everything she had not to cry out, out of pleasure and sheer embarrassment. He held her legs down as he continued licking her clitoris, up and down, side to side, and in circular motions. It started slow but built in speed. Her legs started to quiver, both due to the muscle exhaustion from the workout and because of the pleasure. His mouth went from licking to slowly sucking in the same patterns as before, which felt better. While she felt paralyzed, she found herself lightly pushing her hips into his mouth. After switching back to the licking, he read her body like a book and started sucking her clitoris again, earning a loud breath. Then, he started to quickly shake his head from side to side as his mouth was still latched on. She moaned loud and long. If he continued, she'd come. And he continued, adding a hum, which intensified the feeling like a vibration. Her butt was no longer on the pillow as she pushed her vagina as close to his mouth as possible. Suddenly, she felt like she was falling.

Dulci woke up as she hit the floor. As she looked around to gage her surroundings, she noticed her hand was in her short, and she was aroused. After removing her hand, she rubbed her forehead with her other hand and got up from the floor. As she was walking toward her bathroom, there was a knock at her door. Looking through the peephole, Sidney was standing on the other side of her door. She couldn't open the door, she was only wearing a sports bra and compression shorts. She looked at her watch. It was 11:45. She slapped her forehead as she remembered they were supposed to meet at noon. Then she remembered. He already saw all of her bits and pieces, and given where they were now, the thought made her blush, especially given her recent sex dream.

She opened the door, hoping she didn't look as flustered and fully aroused as she felt.

"I'm so sorry. I know I'm behind. I worked myself out too hard earlier and fell asleep on the couch and I still obviously need to shower and get ready." She tried to stop the word vomit but it kept going. She looked into his eyes and quickly looked away. Between the thoughts of his mouth and tongue, she felt her face get even hotter. She felt her nipples getting hard through the thin fabric of the sports bra and quickly crossed her arms to hide them.

"You sleep a lot."

Dulci looked up at him perplexed. Out of all she just said, that's how he responded.

"That's rich coming from the guy that naps," she quipped realizing he was teasing with her.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll try to shower quickly." She shut the door behind him and moved into her room shitting the door. Part of her wanted to leave it open, like an invitation, to find out if he was as good with his mouth as she dreamt.

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"Is everything ok?"

Dulci was pulled out of her thoughts. They had been waiting on their food. Sidney had taken her to an upscale Mexican restaurant where they sat secluded from the rest of the patrons

"Yeah. Just thinking," she said dipping a chip in some salsa.

"About?" He seemed interested in her thought.

"I wish I could open my own veterinary clinic. That way I wouldn't have to work under someone else's scrutiny." She felt like she sounded jaded, and since they were on a possible date, she didn't want to sound depressed.

"It's just that, when I dropped my charts off this morning, my boss, who is never at the hospital before ten, was sitting in the office. He stopped me, chided me like a child about how irresponsible and unprofessional it was of me to take my charts out of the hospital. One of my patients from yesterday returned last night and the chart was with me so the other doctor couldn't reference my notes. I understand their problem and I know better than to take records out if the hospital, but I feel like I work my ass off for that place and get little in return." It felt good to get it off of her chest, even if he couldn't directly sympathize.

"And, they tell me that while I bring in the most money, I'm also the one with the lowest average invoice price. I hate money." She exhaled, finally able to stop compartmentalizing her feelings. At the same time, she realized that Sidney was technically a client of their hospital, and complaining about management was unprofessional.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't complain to you. It's not appropriate."

"It's good to vent. Can I ask you a question?", he asked taking an entire chip into his mouth.

"You just did," she responded with the first smile of the day, sipping her water.

"Funny. Why did you take the charts home?"

"Because I would've missed the game if I had stayed to write."

"So you risked getting in trouble to see me play?", he asked with a goofy grin. Dulci was taken away by that smile, so she just nodded yes.

"Second question. If you want to open your own clinic, why don't you?"

Dulci laughed out loud. Sidney gave her a puzzled look in return.

"It's a dream of mine. Like I said, I'd like to practice medicine without someone looking over my records or my monthly financial intake. I've always wanted to open an orthopedic/rehab facility because it's my specialty. I'd love to have a pool for rehabbing patients. I'd also try and make it as affordable as possible for people." She stopped eating her taco salad when she noticed Sidney looking at her.

"What?" She felt like an ant under a magnifying glass at his gaze.

"It's your passion and drive. Seeing someone do and talk about something they're passionate about is pretty incredible."

"I know what you mean. Watching you hockey players do what you're passionate about is a huge turn on."

"Hockey players, or me?"

Dulci choked on her water at how blunt his question was, causing him to laugh.

"What was your favorite part of the game?"

"Oh man, it's hard to pinpoint. I love how fast it is, and intense. It's also really physical, which I guess I took for granted when I watched with you and Savannah. The crowd. The crowd is crazy. You have a rather large female fan base, by the way. I'm sure you're already aware. I'm sure you'd never have to worry about being alone. Those girls have hungry eyes." Dulci subtly smiled as she thought about her own hungry eyes, or as Savannah eloquently put it, eye fucking him.

They continued talking about their childhoods and their basic interests. Sidney talked about growing up in the public eye. Dulci talked about going to England almost every summer to see her maternal grandparents. She told him about college life and graduate school, meeting Carly and how their friendship grew from tutoring. Compared to his stories, hers sounded boring, but he asked questions to push her along.

Before long, they were back in his SUV driving back to her place. Once they pulled into her driveway, they both got out and walked to the door. She opened her door, laughing about something he said.

"Thank you for lunch. It was delicious."

"Thank you for going to lunch with me. I'll let you get ready for work," he said looking at his expensive watch, aware that she needed to be to work by four. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, but when he started to pull back, they both lingered, cheeks almost touching, both feeling the current between them, and without another beat, He moved his lips to her mouth in a heated kiss, which started out slow, but quickly intensified.Dulci’s senses were fully assaulted.His soft but skilled lips made her weak in the knees.She felt his hands leave her shoulders, travel down the length of her arms, and around her waist as she clung to his shirt with one hand.The other wrapped around his neck, leaning in and pulling him as close to her body as possible.She was grateful for the peppermints they both took from the restaurant.Between that, the aphrodisiac of an aftershave she smelt on his face, and the memory of her dream, she wanted him, and her quiet unintentional moans was all the confirmation he needed to push her gently into her house to take it further, kicking her door shut behind them.

Notes

I'm not sure what happened, but hopefully it works this time. Thanks for the lovely comments! They're appreciated! :-)