B looked down at his phone as it lit up. The facial recognition activated. A single word reply from J, 'fine'. B burned with irritation, frustration, indignation, and hurt. He had messaged his wife J earlier explaining that he had been called in to work later at the hospital and wouldn't be leaving until at least 10:30 pm rather than the usual 5:00 pm. J had messaged back with what B felt was a thinly veiled attempt to criticise him, saying that he had told her this morning he was going to be home by five. This was clearly true, and he had already acknowledged this, apologising that he had been called to stay late unexpectedly, but the damage was done. Rather than argue about it he had apologised, saying he would much rather be at home with her, but the long wait for a monosyllabic response to him confirmed that J just wanted to be annoyed with him.
Despite the irritation B felt, he tried to engage again. His response to the single word reply read: "Look I'm really sorry, if it's easier I can just stay in a hotel tonight so I don't disturb you when I get home. What would you prefer?".
B stared at his phone, ignoring all the calls from the wards and the emergency department for the moment. He watched as the status of the message went to read, and then ... nothing. B breathed heavily, tried to clear his moment, returned one of the calls piling up, and then dashed off to see a patient.
When B returned to his office to complete documentation, he checked his phone eagerly, hoping to see a reply from J, hoping for an invitation home or an acknowledgement of his apology. Nothing. There was however a message in his Instagram. B looked, half knowing who it would be, Mina.
Mina and B had met when she was a nursing student on placement, and the connection was immediately strong. Plenty of hot nursing students had come through, and B rarely had much to do with them. They were paired up with nurses, had their own roles and placement objectives etc. However, with Mina it was different, and she was different. It was a very small department at that time and everyone worked closely as a team.
B was so impressed by Mina. She was a single mother, in her late thirties who had gone back to university to complete a nursing degree. She had a large family of Iranian background, and was reasonably well supported, but still she was so capable and independent. Her persona, and engagement were so different from the other late teens early twenties students that floated through, and it resonated with B.
After Mina's placement ended, her and B had kept in touch casually via Instagram, commenting on each other's posted stories and then things progressed. B had probably sent the first flirtatious message. He would often do this when he was feeling unappreciated by or furious with J. He has really only done this with Mina throughout his long relationship with J. B had been with J since they were both in their late teens, and now in their early thirties the relationship had become strained. These flirtatious messages to Mina provided B with so much. These messages were a chance to feel exciting and wanted. They gave him a sense of connection, and somewhat ashamedly he definitely knew they were a chance to have a passive attack on J.
Whilst B definitely sent the first flirtatious message, Mina was definitely the one who escalated. B had asked Mina what she was up to one evening, to which she replied that she was getting ready to go out, followed by a photo. Mina was clearly a master of using the timer on her camera. It was a picture of her in her bathroom applying mascara in front of the mirror, topless. B could still remember the rush, the shock, and the disbelief. Mina looked even more amazing than he could have imagined. This picture captured everything so perfectly. Mina was tall, maybe only an inch shorter than B. She had long thick, dark straight hair that was normally tied back at work, but in this picture was out and framed her face perfectly. She had very dark eyes, accentuated by her long fake eye lashes. Everything was bold, her full lips, her dark olive skin, and her breasts. Mina had large double D fake breasts crafted with care. Her large, silicone breast implants matched her tall beautiful body perfectly. This picture was the first time B had been able to see Mina's delicious chocolate chip nipples resting perfectly on those full olive hills. Further pictures would demonstrate the level of attention and care Mina provided to her body, already so naturally blessed. She was immaculate, without a hair from the neck down. Her long, tanned torso lead to a beautiful pussy with plump lips. Long muscular legs stood beneath a full round ass, the focus of most of Mina's efforts at the gym. B had looked hard to find porn stars that captured her look. Maybe a tall Mia Khalifa, but with dark sultry Valentina Nappi eyes. Nothing was ever convincing enough.
From that first picture they would intermittently exchange illicit messages, images, and videos. B would ride a rollercoaster of emotions; the rush of reaching out, the thrill of sending pictures, the satisfaction and arousal of receiving them, and then pangs of guilt. B would often reach out when he felt frustrated or hurt by J, but if Mina messaged first, it was often hard to resist. B had always staved off the suggestion of meeting up. At times he was worried he was using Mina, or leading her on, but it had become clear she had her own interests, her own life, and this relationship served a purpose for her as much as him.
Tonight, Mina had messaged first. She told B she had booked a hotel in the city near the hospital as she was going out with friends for dinner and wanted a fun, relaxing night. She had also sent him a photo of her in lingerie holding up the small, black dress she was wearing tonight to the side of her as she got ready in her hotel room. She had offered B to join her in the hotel after work. B had declined saying he was heading home after a long day, but if he did join, he would definitely pay for the room. Mina had asked what spirit he liked to drink, as she would order a glass to be waiting for him just in case.
As B returned back to the office and checked his phone, hoping for J, it was Mina, double checking what drink she should have ready just in case he came over. "Fuck it!" B thought. Angry at J for ignoring him, excited by the alure of Mina, and her fun-loving efforts to tempt him over he decided to give in to temptation and join her.
B thought of what drink he might want when he finished work. Normally he enjoyed spiced rum, or smooth scotch, but now he wanted something crisp and clear. "Grey Goose Vodka on ice, but I doubt I'll be able to keep my hands off you long enough to drink it -- I'm coming!" he replied to Mina. His heart pounded, all this time, nearly two years he had resisted for and now all of a sudden it was happening. Mina replied quickly, telling him the room number, code, that the drink was ordered and she would be back by 10:30 pm waiting for him.
B's mind raced for the rest of the shift. He had always been shocked that Mina, this beautiful Persian woman, was even interested in him. It wasn't that he didn't feel he could be attractive, but more that he didn't feel he was her type. He had a shaved head, a tan that paled in comparison to Mina's divine olive skin. His blue eyes, shaved head, stubble, and muscular build meant he was often compared to the porn star Johnny Sinns, but his hairy chest and more stocky build made it less so. He just felt so plain, and bland next to Mina, but all her messages and interactions dissipated those concerns. In fact, the interaction had been motivating in many ways. Taking photos of himself had encouraged B to really stay in shape, leading to much more running and swimming. Now this was happening, photos were one thing, but actually meeting up, the adrenaline pumped through B until his shift finally ended.
