The job doesn’t pay well but it’s in the realm of what I want to do with my life, apart from cumming as often and in front of as many people as I can without going to jail that is. When I applied for the part time position I thought I was going to be safe here. It is a veterinary office, after all, and most of my days would be spent cleaning out kennels and comforting nervous pets. The office manager who did my interview was an average middle age lady in every way, perfectly nice and clearly not into anything kinky. I didn’t spy any particularly attractive women or hot men as I was given the tour of the office and I thought this is the kind of place I could get some peace from my insane urges and enjoy another aspect of life.
That lasted until my second day. I was in the medical supply room grabbing a syringe for the Dr, minding my own business and enjoying myself, there was an insanely cute boxer puppy getting his shots next door and I’d fallen in love with his ridiculous underbite, when the door opened. I didn’t think much of it, this was a busy part of the office with people coming and going all the time so I didn’t turn around as I finished collecting what I needed. When I turned around to head back to the exam room I was still looking down, reading the package to make sure I’d grabbed the right gauge needle and ran head first into a wall of a man and my hands jerked out to stop myself from falling. And so it was that I met the vet tech equivalent of Dr. Dreamy by punching him lightly in the balls with a syringe.
He doubled over immediately, letting out a pained oof and I backed up in shock and horror. I immediately began to stutter out an apology as he tried to straighten up and say it was no big deal, he was fine. But the tears in the corners of his eyes and the redness of his face made the lie plain to see. Being the awkward and social idiot that I am my instinct was to flee the room with excuses and apologies and hope that I never had to see him again in this life, you know like a moron.
I made it back to the exam room and handed the syringe over to the vet who asked me to hold the scared little boxer while she prepared his shots. The sweet eyes and cold nose of the brave little fella helped distract me from the social train wreck of the last few minutes and I tried my best to shove it down and move on with my day. Miraculously, I didn’t see Mr. Dreamy for the rest of that day, it was a busy Saturday and I guess we just kept missing each other or he was actively avoiding me to keep from getting dick punched again.
I didn’t have another shift until Tuesday of the next week and by then I had mostly forgotten the encounter and was excited for another afternoon filled with sweet animals and learning the trade. I walked through the door, clocking in on my phone, and nearly duplicated the scene from the medical supply room. Dreamy was standing just inside the door, with his back to me this time thank God, and I looked up just in time to avoid an actual collision. I was, however, inches from his back as he spun around to see what was coming, putting our faces in incredibly close proximity. We are talking the distance you linger at for a moment before going in for the first kiss, looking longingly at the other persons waiting lips and imagining the pleasure of what you’re about to experience.
I was frozen, not yet by sexual desire, that would come later and in force, but by sheer panic and horror. The moment lingered and became increasingly awkward until he finally broke the spell and stepped back laughing.
“What I want to say is, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this’, but that is such a tired cliche I’m afraid I’d embarrass myself more than I already have. I’m sorry, I’m Michael and before you ask my testicles have made a full recovery, no harm no foul. What’s your name?”
I was still frozen, I am only bold and outspoken once the monster is fully in the driver seat. Without her I am shy and awkward and riddled with social anxiety. He introduced himself with a status report on his testicles… which I guess makes sense in context but I had never talked with a man about his balls outside of the throws of passion. I stuttered for a few syllables and the finally got out:
“I… my… I mean… Rach… well Rachel actually, nobody calls me Rach… Sometimes my Mom does but she’s the only one and you can call me Rach or Rachel, or whatever.”
There was so much blood in my cheeks it’s a wonder there was any left for the rest of my body. Rach? Really? What the hell was happening. My Mom had called me that, when I was 10. Nobody had called me Rach since then. I followed up this incredibly strange introduction with a half hearted extended hand that anyone could be forgiven for mistaking as a weak wave rather than an invitation to shake hands. Michael was more than gracious and saved me from further embarrassment by reaching out and grabbing my flailing hand and guiding it into a proper handshake.
“Sorry about the other day, certainly not the way to make a first impression on a beautiful girl, doubled over in pain and spluttering.” He stopped for a chuckle here, making it seem like he was the one to blame for all the awkwardness in that, and this, encounter. And did he really think I was beautiful or was he just making small talk.
“We didn’t get to meet on your first day, I was out on vacation. But I have heard nothing but wonderful things from everyone else and I can’t wait to get to know you better. You’re in college to be a veterinarian right?”
His casual manner was soothing the raging embarrassment and I was beginning to put together coherent thought. If was going to pretend this was a normal encounter then maybe I could too. I looked up for the first time and truly saw his face. He was gorgeous, maybe a few years older than me, short and well groomed beard, strong jaw, and GOD he was fit! Not in that annoying body builder or CrossFit junky kind of way. It was clear he worked out and was very athletic but he didn’t come off like one of those guys that spend 4 hours a day at the gym and talk about their protein diet and body health routines. He just looked like someone who took care of himself and could bench press my petite frame if he wanted to.
“Yeah… that’s right. It’s been a dream since I can remember. I love animals and people, even if I don’t have much of a clue how to properly interact with the latter, and I want to help them both.”
“That’s amazing Rachel, and from what I hear you’re selling yourself short on the people front. Dr. Kennedy says your bedside manner with the animals is only matched by your graciousness with people. You genuinely make people feel at peace even in the tough situations. Sounds to me like you were made for this.”
With every additional line of flattery I was more intrigued by this man and a little skeptical. I had been flirted with before, of course, but I couldn’t tell if this was that or if he was just a genuinely good guy who was generous with compliments and not afraid to lift other people up. This is when the monster popped up in the back of my head and mentioned that he was also rather tall and probably had a great dick to boot and wandered if we could get him to show it to us. The blush returned to my cheeks at the inner monologue but fortunately it could also be a result of the compliments.
“I don’t know what to say to that, but thank you very much, I love it here, everyone is incredibly nice and Dr. Kennedy is a great teacher.”
“She is certainly that, well I need to get back to it and I’m sure you’re trying to get your shift started. It was great to meet you officially and I’ll see you around.”
He reached up and patted my shoulder and I noticed the lack of a ring on his finger and my interest went up another notch or two. He didn’t seem like he would be anywhere near as freaky as me but then again, nobody would guess what kind of kinky freak I was when they met me either. I looked and acted like a perfectly normal little church girl right up until I wasn’t and the monster decided then and there that we were going to find out if Michael had a dark side.
Which leads me to the aforementioned unattractively flop sweating in the car. Several more weeks have passed and I’ve grown convinced that Michael is doing more than being positive and complimenting me, he is definitely flirting with me. I guess all the magazines are wrong, the way to meet a great guy is to start by punching him the balls with a sharp needle in your hand. We’ve grown close enough to joke about that now and today I’m taking it one step further. I stopped by the sporting goods store on the way in to work today and picked up a jock strap and cup to give him as a gag gift. I had to ask for help to make this purchase and telling a strange man the dimensions and approximate size of Michaels package was a strange and, for me, arousing experience. I had told the guy that I was picking this up for my boyfriend and he assumed I had all the pertinent data to make this purchase, I had no idea how involved this process was. And I couldn’t back up now and say it didn’t matter, that it was just a gag gift for a friend. So, I had to imagine what Michaels Dick and balls looked like, how big the cup needed to be and then describe that to the sales guy. We made it through and by the time I got to the check out the monster was insisting on getting a glimpse and I found myself getting a little wet with all that imagining.