Free Indecent Encounters by Delilah Hunt, Erin O'Riordan, Pepper Anthony, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Angelina Rain

held out my hand for him to shake. “I’m the surgeon, Dr. Maggie Keller. I don’t suppose you’re my patient, Joseph Zorich?”
    “No,” he said, moving aside to let me into the room. “I’m Max. That’s Joey in the bed by the window. Excuse me, Dr. Keller. I’m going outside.”
    As he walked away down the corridor, I fought all of my baser instincts not to stick my head out the door and watch him go. I don’t know what it was about Max that got me going, but I had an instant crush.
    I cleared my throat, walked past the sleeping patient in the first bed, and introduced myself to my three o’clock surgery. “Mr. Zorich? I’m Dr. Maggie Keller. I’ll be performing your operation this afternoon.”
    Joseph Zorich had the same dark eyes as Max; they might have been brothers. Like Max, Joseph was clearly stoned, except that Joseph’s drugs were legal.
    “You’re a chick,” Joseph said.
    “I know,” I said. I’m used to this kind of stupid comment. This patient at least had the excuse of being whacked out of his mind on painkillers. “I’ve come by to ask you if you have any questions about your surgery.”
    “Your hands are tiny,” he said, staring with wonder at my hand clutching the clipboard. Good thing I’d just had my nails done. “Very delicate. You’re going to do a good job of fixing my back, I can tell. Max is worried.”
    “Oh, yes,” I said. “I met Max at the door. Is he your brother?”
    “He’s my lover,” Joseph said, without the slightest hesitation. “If he was my brother that would make some of the things I do with him pretty sick.”
    That’s what I get for assuming the whole world is heterosexual. I should have known they weren’t related; their bodies were totally different types. Max was thick and solid, with rosy pink skin. Joseph was long and lean, but not skinny. His skin was olive-toned, and the shoulder that I could see through his badly-fitting hospital gown was dotted with freckles.
    Joseph went on. “You’re pretty,” he said. “You’ve got beautiful tits. I’d love to suck them. Max would like you, too, I think. What do you say, doctor? Instead of a surgery today, how would you like to have a three-way with me and Max?”
    I can’t say the thought of hopping into bed with Mr. Zorich, especially if Max would come back from his cigarette break, didn’t cross my mind. But I’m a doctor; I’ve heard everything. And I didn’t let this patient get under my skin.
    “Mr. Zorich, you’re obviously in a lot of pain, and under the heavy influence of the painkillers they’ve given you. I’m going to leave my card on your bedside table. If, at any time between now and your surgery, you think of any questions you’d like to ask me, feel free to call. I’ll try my best to answer all of your questions before I see you on the operating table.”
    “Have it your way, Doc,” he said, suddenly looking sleepy. As I walked away, I tried not to stare at the circus tent under his thin sheet. Joseph Zorich obviously had a lot on his mind, other than his upcoming surgery.
     
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    I made my morning rounds, seeing two more patients before my first surgery. Mr. Zorich’s surgery was my second of the day. I’d pushed all thoughts of him and Max out of my head until I saw him, anesthetized and face-down in front of me. It wasn’t really like looking at Joseph Zorich, the human being, at all. I was looking at a sterilized four-inch-square area of the skin on his back—my worksite—little more than a piece of meat. The only thing recognizably human about it was a strip of those freckles.
    I did what I’d been called in to do: operate on a herniated disk in Mr. Zorich’s back. I did it well, never once thinking about his wildly inappropriate comments—or his sexy boyfriend. Then I scrubbed up for my next surgery.
    After my five o’clock, I stepped outside the hospital for a cigarette break.
    “Doctors shouldn’t smoke,” said a voice behind me. I turned;