The captain's angel

3

It was a long, long week after Carmen had the most embarrassing encounter of her entire life.

An entire week in which she had spent most days and even most nights in the hospital, healing and treating patients until she was dead.

She wasn't doing it to avoid it.

It was her job.

And now she was tired and all she wanted was to crush her head against her pillows and snore her worries and her tiredness. Have a dreamless, unstable dream. A little break.

Too bad someone had other ideas.

- Come on, slug! It's Saturday night and you have a day off tomorrow, and by God, I haven't seen you in days. You've been so trapped in that stupid hospital that I'm afraid you'll turn into a top-notch prude!

She was tired, but she would be damned if someone called her that. Carmen looked at Veronica, almost brutally.

- I'm not a prude. And the hospital is not stupid, it is a wonderful job and it helps save people's lives.

- Whatever ... Now that you're done, can you at least pretend to have a life and enjoy the night with me?

- I prefer to sleep, thank you very much. I'm tired, Vero. Can't we do this next time? She - she answered dryly, trying not to yawn.

Veronica changed her silky blonde hair and pouted.

- You don't want to go out with me, do you?

- Isn't that silly, it's just ...

- I knew it! You hate hanging out with me! You're even insulting me!

- Vero

- And here I thought we were friends- Veronica's lower lip trembled, her eyes looked sad.

Carmen knew, oh, of course, she knew it was a trick, her best friend was so manipulative. But the girl was so compelling, cute, and compelling ... what the hell could she do?

Resigned, cursing herself for being so aggressive, she finally nodded.

- Well, I'll go with you. Happy?

Her sad look faded and her trembling lip stopped. In an instant, she found herself held tightly, a triumphant screech in the air.

- Oh thanks! I swear we're going to have a lot of fun!

- Whatever- With a giggle, Carmen rolled her eyes.

- Now, I brought a dress for you. You can change at my house because it is closer.

She immediately looked at her outfit. It was light green, one of her favorite colors right now. And she certainly did look pretty decent ...

- What about what I'm wearing?

Veronica looked at her in disgust, raising an eyebrow indeed.

- Are you kidding? It's a nurse outfit, so it's not appropriate for a good night out. And you won't be able to pick up the men

- Veronica! I'm not going out with you just to choose guys 

- It's okay! OMG, can't you take a joke right?

The last words stopped Carmen just as she was about to open her mouth. Why did they sound so familiar?

Because they have spoken before, that's why.

Right... Manuel.

That stupid incident.

That kiss ... That mouth ... That face ... Those hands ...

Annoyed and a little horrified at where her thoughts were going, Carmen shook her head. She wasn't going to think about that. Not!

Put it in the back of your mind, girl.

- Carmen?

- Okay, okay. I'll put on your stupid outfit. But you'd better make sure it's not too revealing.

There was another loud screech, followed by the blonde beauty talking about her and dragging her arm with a constant chatter of how this was going to be so exciting. With a weary sigh, Carmen let herself be resignedly swept away, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop such a persistent pack of energy (aka the female version of her best friend Frank of her). She might as well go willingly.

Besides, it might be what she needed to distract herself from other things.

Yes, it is worth a try.

XXX

Manuel was bored. It was ten o'clock at night and all Marcos seemed to want to talk about was how he had slept once more, with a beautiful woman that he had met in some random town. Not that he listened too much or even cared about details. Frankly, he was a bit irritating.

And there were no books to distract him this time.

He had brought one, of course. He always did, but he had already read this volume fifty times, the last being yesterday. Surely any normal person would get tired of reading it again, right?

And it certainly didn't help that each visual in the book only increased his imagination about a certain ... er ... with someone unspecified.

To think that he was trying to forget that meeting for a week.

Disgusted with himself, Manuel took a gulp of his drink and tried to erase his mind of every thought there was. It was time to relax now.

He deserved it anyway after such exhausting surveillance, not to mention the fruitless mission. Now, if only Marcos would shut up a bit.

- You should see his boobs, man. They were so round and cheerful that he could barely make them fit my hands and in the mouth.

- Hmm

- And the moans, they were so musical that only they had me in multiple orgasms before I could control myself ...

Frowning, Manuel could visualize someone else's moans. He took another gulp of sake, gritting his teeth and trying to tune out the i***t who was describing his adventures in detail next to him.

Get hold of yourself, man.

Easy to say difficult to do. But he was trying, wasn't he? That had to count for something.

- Oh wow, now there is another beauty that I would like to try ... Veronica's sexy ...

Manuel rolled his eyes, ignoring the man. Knowing Marcos, he would probably f**k anyone at the bar in a skirt and breasts before midnight came.

- Well, those two beauties. Damn, that second girl is even sexier! Very nice piece of ass he might say. How sexy ... she waits. Isn't that your former student, Manuel?

This alarmed them, he raised his head and promised to give Marcos a piece of his mind and get the s**t out of him for talking about HIS former student in that way.

He then saw her.

And he almost… almost choked on his drink.

He was wearing nothing but a little black dress, a short one. A tight one, with little strings tied around the neck. Hair pulled back, exposing his neck and throat. Skirt down to his thighs, accentuating the high heels and ... the legs. Endless legs. Creamy, delicious ... that would look better wrapped around his hips ...

She turned around, exposing her back. Creamy back. Waiting to be touched.

Her mouth watered at the mere sight.

- Damn it, Manuel. Your little student has certainly grown now, a perfect flower indeed.

Stop. It is a cursed and sexy flower.

Why the hell hadn't he noticed this before? And why were her fingers itching again?

- I can't believe this, tonight is my lucky night, it seems we're going to have a little fun- Marcos intoned, almost laughing.

In silence, Manuel sighed inwardly. He groaned inwardly. He internally cursed himself and the whole damn world.

Cool. Looks like he was going to have to kill the i***t next to him now.