I sure hope you are enjoying the sex adventures of Stan. If you haven't read the first 3 parts please do so. That way you will know how he got in this condition and what's happened so far. Please leave me a comment. That's what gets my creative juices flowing and gives me the impetus to keep writing.
My next service call was at the biggest hospital in town. This time I had to fix a problem with the dictation equipment. This has turned out to be a wonderful day. I've fucked more women today than I have in my whole life before today.
I'm heading down town and I'm lucky with the traffic so far. No problems today, the traffic is lighter than usual. I pull into the parking garage and find a good parking place. Usually I have to park on the top level and walk down 9 floors with my tool case.
Heading into the medical records department, I notice that all 12 transcriptionists are typing away. As I walk by them, most of them look up at me and wave. Little finger waves as I go by. There are all types of women in here. Young good-looking babes, middle age dowagers, young ones that have nice bodies but sure lack in the face department. Then there are the old ones. One is so old, I'm surprised she isn't dead. She must be 110. She only works part time so I don't see her often.
Soon, I reach the directors office and turn in. Luann is sitting at her desk shuffling papers and looks up at me with a scowl on her face. Luann is usually in a good mood, her scowling is unusual. "What's the problem Luann." I ask.
"Oh, one of the new doctors just chewed me out because we got his dictation all wrong. If he would learn to speak English and quit eating while he's dictating we may be able to understand him. He's just an ass hole.
I know what she's talking about, I have heard some of the garbled dictation that these girls have to put up with. I feel sorry for them.
"I know what you mean. What's my equipment been up to lately? Has it been bad again? Does it need spanking again?" I ask her. She looks at me and smiles.
"You always put me in a good mood when you come in Stan. How do you do that?" She says.
"It's just one of my gifts like sarcasm, it's just another free service I offer." I answer.
She chuckles and smiles at me. I think she's getting turned on, because I saw her look at my bulging crotch. But She's too big for me with her weight being somewhere around 400. She'd squash me if I tried to fuck her. "It's machine number 8 this time. It doesn't have anything on it when we listen to it." She tells me.
"All righty then, I'll get right on it." I reply. "Can I have the key?"
She throws it at me and says, "Don't get lost in there."
I grab the key and respond, "as long as that equipment doesn't attack me, I'll be all right. This may be a hard one this time."
I head out the door and down the hall to the equipment room. Unlock the door and step in. Now this room is nothing except equipment. My dictating equipment is all around three walls and some telephone equipment on the other wall. I head over to the offending machine and take off my jacket, open my tool kit and grab a screwdriver. If you hadn't noticed, I like screwing and unscrewing, so I open the machine and sit down on the floor to work on it. I'm facing the door when I hear a key in the lock. I look up and see this blond hair in a pony tail come in the room. She looks up at me and smiles. "Hi, I'm DeDe, I'm the telephone man." And she laughs. It's a musical laugh and I can't help but join her.
"Well, it's obvious that you sure aren't a man." This girl was wrapped in tight, I mean skin-tight jeans that looked like they were painted on, and a work shirt with the telephone logo on one very prominent breast and her name on the other. I think I started drooling. This girl was built like the proverbial brick shit house, with a face to match. She could have easily been an actress or a model. "I'm Stan, the dick man. I mean the dictation repair man." I said with a smile.
"I could tell you are the dic.....tation repair man with what you have in front of you." She said looking at my prominent prick that had escaped my back brace again. It was sticking straight out again tenting my pants.
"Oh this?" I asked as I held up a piece of equipment.
"That's not what I was talking about. That is what I am talking about." She said pointing to my crotch. "That looks very interesting. Can I see it?"
"I don't know if we should, we might get caught if someone walks in on us." I said, a little nervous.
"No worries mate. There are only 3 keys to this room." She said while licking her lips. "I have one. You have one, and the head of maintenance has one. And I happen to know that he's tied up with setting up the new operating room."