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By Anon PIXNIX Author

Having worked in the cardiac cauterization lab for over a year, I got to see first hand the hospital's cardiologists at work.Some of it wasn't pretty and some work bordered on genius. Of course the geniuses are always the assholes, and Dr. James Dolinger fell in this category.He was demanding, unpredictable, and just very strange. He felt everyone was incompetent, but him.He took the cases other cardiologists thought were hopeless and performed miracles and sometimes things didn't work out, but he had no feelings of remorse, for he felt he had done all he could and so be it. The staff had a certain respect for him, but all in all he was jerk. He regularly made certain staff members cry unnecessarily.
I only worked part-time, and didn't always get caught in cath lab politics, which were brutal. Somehow, I managed to avoid his venom, basically by trying to predict what he wanted before he could yell for it.Even that didn't always work..... but I found humor in the situation. And that bugged the hell out him. J.D. ( that is what he wanted us to call him) He tried his best to get under my skin. He would come to the break room and tell his ego boosting stories. How he saved that one..... how he used this new technology. He was god in many peoples eyes, but not mine. I don't know what I really thought of him..... just another crazy doc, I guess.
The on-call schedule had been exhausting. The staff and physicians stress level had been climbing for a while. Christmas was just around the corner. The director and head nurse put together this moral booster/Christmas party at an area party house. People were psyched, there's one thing about people in the medical profession, they love to party.
Everyone, but everyone showed up for this party. I'm glad I wasn't on-call. We had all the doctors and their wives (God bless them), radiologists, nurses, cardiovascular techs, secretaries, aides and their respective spouses. Except mine, he was out of town as usual. Top shelf liquor was flowing. Inhibitions becoming nonexistent. I felt like I was the only sober person there. The volume in the room escalating, music loud and pumping. J.D. approached me and asked me to dance.I do so love to dance and I loved the song playing, so I accepted. I became one with the music, swaying and rocking. J.D. shadowed me, enveloping his arms around me, our hips were in perfect sink.I felt myself getting turned on by his responsiveness. Tried to remind myself who I was dancing with, hell, this was my Christmas party and I was going to have a good time.
J.D. was divorced and a known womanizer, and he proved to be very flirtatious. He commented on my short green velvet dress and my perfume. Intoxicating was the word. I am a sucker for flattery, but this was J.D.
We continued our chit-chat out in the foyer. He had all kinds of questions for me, and with every question he seemed to invade a little more of my space. I wasn't feeling crowed, though. I liked the smell of him and at this particular moment, I liked the cockiness of him. Next thing I knew he was reaching out to look at my earrings and then trailing his finger down my neck to look at my necklace. That trailing finger then followed the neckline to my cleavage.
All this time I intensely searched his eyes, letting him know that I dared him to continue his quest. It became apparent to him I wasn't going to be coy and shy. There came an aura of passion that surrounded us. It was suffocating and liberating at the same time.
We knew we needed to remove ourselves from view. We found an empty party hall that was perfect. I realized this was going to be the only opportunity I would ever have to keep the upper hand over J.D., cardiologist and asshole extraordinaire. So I sauntered to a table and sat seductively on the edge, showing quite a bit of leg and leaning over to reveal my ample cleavage. He stood back and did a head to toe perusal. He made a comment that surgical scrubs didn't do a thing for me, except when I bent over and he could look down my top. I beckoned him to my side. Sitting next to me, J.D. began nibbling at neck. One hand found its way to the top of my zipper and he proceeded to free me from my dress.Only to find me wearing a black lycra teddy and black garter belt and black stockings.
"Oh merry to me ," he said.
I grinned, then in a swift move I pinned him to the table. I then said," How about a little role reversal, you're the patient laid out on the table."He nodded approval of my game.
I impersonally undressed him, like it was my job. "you're going to be cold, sir, we need to keep the room cool for our equipment." Once completely naked I looked him over clinically, assessed visually his strengths and weaknesses. Now it was time for palpation, I took his feet in my hands and massaged each of them, then I ran my tongue down the sole of one his feet ......down the Achilles tendon....... and calf. Resting his leg on my shoulder,I located his popliteal pulse behind his knee. "Sir, your pulse is quite rapid, would you like me to slow down." J.D. shook his head vehemently "no".I took his other leg and placed it on my other shoulder. The view of J.D.'s asshole and balls and dick brought out the wickedness in me. I spotted some silverware on the table. I took the knife and held the blade in my hand and ran the cold metal handle down that center line from his balls to his asshole. He squirmed delightfully.... he was gripping the sides of the table...
"Sir, your going to feel a little pressure, just try and relax." I instructed, he laughed. I then sucked the handle of the knife getting it quite moist and warm and probed his tight rectum, with each pass going a little deeper...... he grunted with enjoyment. I just knew he'd love it, I twisted the knife within him, I loved it too. I left the handle in his asshole and picked up a fork and showed it to J.D. He looked at me questioningly, "Third world surgery, just kidding." I said. I grazed the fork from his Adams apple, through his chest hair, down his abds, combing his pubic hair and to the base of his shaft. At which point I applied a little pressure, he inhaled deeply. Enough fun and games, I stood up and straddled J.D. the table, I removed the teddy, leaving me with my garter belt and stockings and high heels.I wanted to do more than just tease that incredibly erect dick of his, not the biggest I'd seen, but quite adequate.
Continuing to straddle him I walked along him and lowered myself, resting my bottom on his chest and giving J.D. an up close viewing of my pussy. I spread my legs to show my swollen lips and engorged clit shimmering with my juices. He inhaled my very essence. I then laid back over the length of him and reached back and removed the knife from his asshole and flipped over to be face to face with J.D.'s member and J.D. had full access to throbbing clit. At first all we did was examine each other, with fingers he spread my juices in the folds and down to my asshole avoiding my clit. I liked his smell, the feel of that soft velvet delicate skin and following the course of his engorged cock veins I began to lick his shaft. Then my mouth took possession of his cock head.... J.D. followed and took possession of my clit. When I flicked with my tongue, he flicked with his oral tool. When I sucked, he sucked.When I sucked deeper, he sucked harder. When I sucked harder, he sucked faster. My body was quivering and jerking, I was on the verge of cumming. His body responding as mine. I tasted his precum. It was too good and I wanted it to continue. Simultaneously we stopped, then I flipped around again to get a taste of his lips. We kissed noisily and voraciously. J.D. was devouring my face. The passion we had achieved was breathtaking.
I broke free, and sat up on his abdomen and slid down, lifted up and guided his cock in my cunt. I took about half of his cock and pulled out. We smiled at each other. We were both feeling rather evil. I then took all of him, and grinded a bit, to be sure. I leaned forward and took his hands and placed one on my breast and one on my clit. My hands grasping his shoulders. I was moaning and rocking reveling in all the feelings he'd aroused. J.D. was tugging and pulling at my breast masterfully, I then leaned back and let him concentrate on my clit. As I felt my orgasm upon me I began to ride J.D.'s cock like my life depended on it. His orgasm caught up with mine and we exploded and shuttered. His cum spurted inside me, giving me life itself. The tremors of our bodies could have been measured on the Richter scale.... There was steam rising from our bodies.
When some of our energy returned we disconnected. J.D. gave a look of disbelief. "Not so incompetent, am I ," I stated as fact. "Fuck, no, Gina, how long is your husband out of town?!"...." Merry Christmas, J.D., lets leave it at this " He wasn't quite done, as I stood up to begin getting dressed, he pulled me toward him, and he reached in between my legs and with a cloth napkin he cleaned me and I obliged and did the same for him. I guess he is capable of some gentlemanly acts of kindness.