From the Journal of Brian White
I get in the car and take a deep breath before putting my keys in the ignition. I fucking hate getting my blood taken at the hospital. My doctor had ordered labs a few days ago and I have been avoiding it. Today I have decided to get it taken care of.
At the hospital I find a parking place half a mile from the damn building and walk to the lobby of the blood draw section...whatever you call it... I take a number and sit down with all the other mundane looking people there. I'm number 244. A few minutes pass and the monitor shows 244 followed by a soft computer generated female voice telling me to check in at desk B. The lady at desk B is plump and friendly. She has on a lot of makeup, and is pretty, but she's at least 100 pounds over weight and her face looks squished. Her clothes look like blankets. I have a $10 co-payment which really pissed me off. Everything is money these days with the fucking hospitals. I sit some more in the waiting room looking at the monitor, awaiting my number to come up and tell me which station in the adjacent room I will be going to. I look around at the faces of the men and women in the room with me, they all seem to be in the exact same mood as myself, and it gives me a slightly warm feeling knowing that I'm not alone in this situation. I picture in my head what I must look like sitting here in my black hoodie and sweat pants with my black hat and shoes...Not that it matters, but I notice that I'm actually the only white person here out of all the people in the lobby. I wonder for a second what they must think of me at first glance. Do they think I'm racist or judging them? Can someone tell from looking at me that I'm a pussy when it comes to needles?
From where I am sitting I can see directly into the room where the blood drawing stations are. I see the first station which is manned by what appears to be an older white lady. She seems friendly and appears to smile a lot and be in a great mood. Behind her there is a younger black nurse which appears to be collecting the little vials of blood, she looks friendly as well. I see the little vials with dark blood in them and even from this distance it gives me the chills thinking of blood going from my vein in the bend of my arm into a little vial... ew.
... All of a sudden I catch a glimpse of a beautiful young Asian nurse with large tits and a bubble butt. My God she is perfect. She has long black hair in a pony tail, and her mask is down showing her big red lips. My heart rate increases and all of a sudden I forget that I'm in the waiting room to get my blood drawn. Her light blue uniform showed off her body and the deep set crevice of her ass cheeks. I sexually assault this woman in my head and picture what she would look like naked with no clothes on with her ass in my face.
I only got a glimpse of her though. My imagination might have done editing to make her hotter than what she really was. Plus, at this distance, she might be hot, but up close it might all be just a huge mistake... I hear other numbers being called, and see people walking back there and soon I forget about the hot Asian nurse. I try to calm myself down before getting blood drawn. I realize how childish this is, being afraid of a little needle, but there is a mental block in my mind, something deeply subconscious and involuntary which causes me distress and angst over it. My fear of needles is as rational as my fear of tiny spiders.
"244 to station number 15." The female computer voice says.
Fuck, that's me... here goes nothing... I get up and try to walk confidently into the other room and follow the signs to station number 15. I don't want all the people in the waiting room to sense my weakness if they haven't already done so. I think I've fooled them. As soon as I walk up, I see the large recliner chair for me to sit in. Thee is a little plastic table thing running hoizontally in front of the recliner chair thing... and on the other side. There she is! The hot nurse! She's going to be the one taking my blood today! Destiny has answered my prayers! I immediately get nervous and I must have turned red. She is hotter up close than she was from across the waiting room! She is fucking beautiful! Not only that, but she smells good too!
"Hello. I'm Erica. I'll be taking your blood today" she says.
Her voice is soft and feminine. Her eyes are bright and beautiful with long fake lashes on them. I can tell from her uniform that her tits are huge.
"Great... A beautiful nurse is going to see me squirm like a little baby today." I say. I give a little nervous laugh.
"Oh, thank you." She says smiling.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Looks like your doctor ordered 4 vials." She says this while reaching out and grabbing my left arm.
I can smell her. She smells good. I believe the smell is coming from her head. Beautiful long black hair put back in a pony tail with slight curls at the end. The shampoo she used? Could that explain her soft smooth hair? Her hands are small and sexy. I can tell from under her gloves that her nails are done. I reference the memory of her standing across the room and what her ass was shaped like while she was standing. I picture what it would look like if she were naked in front of me with oil all over her body. I look at her name tag and it says "Erica."... shit, no last name. It's going to be a little harder for me to find her on social media with just a first name. I have already decided that I will jerk myself off tonight while looking at this woman's face on my computer monitor.
"You don't like getting your blood drawn huh?" She says as she holds my left arm out straight as she rubs my inner elbow with her left hand feeling for a vein.
"How can you tell?" I say.
"Your breathing and your heart rate are going up fast." She giggles.
"That's probably because of you not the needle." I say. Fuck, that was kinda inappropriate. I instantly realize that now a days a comment like that considered sexual assault and will cost me my job and family. She gives a huge smile from under her mask.
"Hahaha. Your too funny." She says. That was a close call. She might not be pressing charges after all. She wraps a rubber tube around my left bi-cep and holds my arm out all the way locking out my elbow with the palm facing straight up. It takes a second for me to realize it, but my hand is faintly cupping her right tit. I can feel the firm round shape of her tit sitting softly in my hand. Needless to say I shit myself. I try and control my breathing and try to think quickly... does she realize what I realize? Does she know where my hand is right now? I can't think straight. She has to know. She has to feel my hand sitting there.
"Ok, squeeze your hand for me." She says. She is leaned forward and she is holding my arm in a way that there is no way for me to turn my palm around or make a fist without squeezing her tit. I look over at the wall so as to make myself look innocent like I do not know exactly where my palm is and slowly squeeze my hand together, which of course in turn squeezes her round soft breast in my palm. I squeeze lightly and then squeeze again while turning my head and looking at her.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" My eyes glance at hers.
"Don't worry... just squeeze. I'm going to put the needle in." She smiles and looks at me. I'm about to faint. Did she just tell me to squeeze again after what I just did? Does she know what just happened? Are her tits numb and she did not feel that? Is this fucking real? Am I dreaming? We are in a booth or station or whatever it's called towards the back corner of the room and no one can directly see us. I squeeze my hand again and cup her large round tit in my hand. This time I move my hand around and explore the soft perky front of her tit where her nipple is. I did not realize it at the time but my dick had grown stiff as a rock in my pants. I was wearing my sweat pants with loose fitting underwear that allowed room for my dick to stretch out in these situations. She removes a vial of blood and puts in another one. She removes the tube from around my arm and says "Ok, you can relax your hand now..."