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Every Halloween one of the local churches hosted a pop up blood drive. And every year, despite not going to church regularly since she moved out of her mom’s house, Frankie would go donate blood. Something about giving blood was relaxing, needles generally just seemed to calm her. It wasn’t a sex thing. The feeling of the miniscule metal poking through her skin, made for the sole purpose of taking something out or putting something new in, felt good. Okay maybe it was a little a sex thing, but mostly she liked to feel like she was helping by giving blood.
Halloween fell on a Monday this year. Frankie spent all day at work, trying not to think about how boring of a birthday this was. Then headed to her appointment at Our Lady.
She walked into her appointment in the church basement. Filled out her paperwork and handed it to the girl working the desk. She had shoulder length box-dye black hair and was wearing a full Bela Lugosi Dracula costume.
“Thank you.” She glanced briefly at the paperwork. “You are our last appointment of the day, so sit tight and one of our volunteers will be right with you. Oh, and happy birthday.” She gave a wide smile.
“Thanks.” Frankie only had to wait a couple minutes before a girl in all black scrubs walked into the waiting area.
Nurse Mikaela Way worked in the emergency room at the hospital nearby and volunteered for the blood drive every year. She had seen her fair share of Frankie after all the times she got rushed to the ER after a bad stage dive, several falls from things she definitely shouldn’t have been climbing on, oh and that one time Shaun tried to teach her how to skate. The point was, Frankie had plenty of opportunities to develop a crush on her. Nurse Mikey was hot, like supermodel drop dead gorgeous hot. She was tall and slim, and had straight brown hair with slight blonde highlights, currently pulled back into a ponytail. Her slanted bangs and black rectangular glasses nicely framed the sharp features of her face.
“This is your last patient of the day!” The girl at the desk handed Frankie’s paperwork to Mikey.
“Cool. You can pack up out here and head out if you’d like, I can deal with everything in there. David will be back to get the rest of the donations and equipment at 8:30” Mikey flipped through the packet as she spoke.
“Okay! Sure you don’t want me to wait and give you a ride?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine, you’re going to Toro’s tonight anyway.”
“Yeah, but we’re just watching movies, she’ll understand if I have to give my healthcare hero sister a ride home.”
“It’s fine Gee, just go.” She now turned to Frankie. “Frances Iero?”
“That’s me!” Frankie flashed a smile.
“Right this way.” She led Frankie into a separate room with a medical bed and a table of equipment and monitors. “Back for your yearly tradition?”
Frankie sat on the bed as Mikey began setting up. “Sure am. Hey, how come you’re not dressed up? The other volunteer was.”
“I am dressed up.” Mikey showed her teeth, not quite in a smile, revealing a set of fake vampire teeth.
“Ah, vampire, a little on the nose for a blood drive.”
“Oh whatever, it was the only way I could get my sister to volunteer with me. She hates needles but my helper for the last shift bailed on me last minute.”
“Damn, that sucks.”
“What about you, why aren’t you dressed up?” Mikey started prepping Frankie’s arm.
“Did all my partying over the weekend. My band played on Saturday at a Halloween show.”
“All Hallow Screams?”
“Yes, actually. How’d you know?” Frankie looked at Mikey’s face now, but she was focused, fussing with the phlebotomy machine.
“I was there. Saw you play.”
“No shit? Didn’t take you for a basement show kind of girl.”
“Shows how much you know. Here’s a stress ball, you know the drill, start squeezing once the IV is in to keep your blood flowing.”
“Guess I’m just surprised, I haven’t seen you around the scene.”
“I work most Saturdays, unfortunately.” Mikey was now getting the needle and machine prepared. “Last time I did this I had some trouble sticking you, let's see if your veins cooperate today.”
Frankie took a deep breath as the needle broke skin.
“Oh there we are, good boy.” She stretched the y as she said it, holding the needle in place and taping it as the blood started to leave Frankie’s arm.
Frankie watched the blood move through the tube and felt more of it flow down between her legs. Good boy. Holy shit. Mikey called her a good boy. Who just calls someone a good boy? Doesn’t matter, the hot nurse she’s been crushing on thinks she’s a good boy. Last time someone called her that she was between their legs. God she wants to be between Mikey’s legs.
“Start squeezing.” Mikey instructed and Frankie did as she was told with no hesitation. “Good, keep going like that.”
Holy fuck this girl is going to kill her. Frank could feel herself getting wet.
“I liked your set. Your band is called Pencey Prep, right?”
“Yup. We’re still kind of finding our sound, but it's fun.”
“No wonder you end up in my ER the way you play.” Mikey stretched her arms and her scrubs top slid up slightly revealing her midriff. “Got scared I would have to give you stitches in the bathroom or something when you fell off that amp.”
It took every fiber of Frankie’s being not to say: I can think of a few other things I’d like for you to do to me in a bathroom.
Instead she awkwardly said “Don’t even worry baby, I fall off shit all the time.”
Wow, smooth.
Mikey smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”
Something about her condescending gaze was making the problem in her pants even worse. Frankie laughed nervously, looking anywhere but Mikey’s face. “So uh, what did you think of the other bands?”
“Oh I didn’t stay long after you guys. Had an early shift Sunday.” She shrugged and went to check something on the machine. “We are almost done here. You’re doing so well, did you need water or anything?”
“Nope I’m good. Can I tell you something weird?” Mikey’s praise continued to go straight between her legs.
Mikey made a face like she was trying to figure out a math problem. “Sure…”
“I like the feeling of having my blood drawn. I like anything with needles. I don’t know what it is. I thought it was just tattoos and piercings, but then I started donating blood, and I get the same feeling when that happens too. I get all tingly and relaxed.” Frankie sputtered, wondering why she wasn’t shutting up. She was still refusing to look Mikey in the eyes when she finished talking.
Mikey was quiet for a moment. “I can’t say I feel that way with needles..but I guess I understand it. The way you talk about it sounds kind of like when my sister talks about her weird kink shit.”
Frankie could feel her face heat up, she continued staring at the floor.
“Is this a kink for you?”
Before Frankie could answer the machine beeped and there was a knock on the door. Mikey started taking the needle out and a man came through the door. Frankie almost whined as the needle left her skin.
“Hey Mikes, Almost wrapped up here?” The man said.
“Yup just gotta finish bandaging this one and pack up while she waits her 15.” She put gauze over the small wound and taped it.
“Sounds good, I hope you brought an umbrella. It’s a real dark and stormy night tonight. Rain’s not supposed to let up till morning.” The man told Mikey as he began to pack up some equipment.
“You can go sit over there Frances. There is some candy and some water bottles if you need, I need you to stay for 15 more minutes before you can go home.” There was no trace of emotion in Mikey’s face or voice. Frankie nodded and headed over.
Mikey and the man finished packing everything up and the man took it all out to his truck. He said goodbye to Mikey, telling her to get home safe.
There were five minutes left on the timer when Frankie decided to speak again.
“I could give you a ride home… if you want.”
“You never answered my question.” Mikey’s face changed again, she was staring deep into Frankie’s soul, she seemed uncertain and almost hungry the way she bit her lip with those stupid plastic fangs. “Do you get turned on by getting your blood drawn?”
“I- maybe?” Frankie tried to keep eye contact. “It’s kinda hard not to get turned on when the hot nurse taking my blood calls me a good boy.” Frankie just knew her face was bright red.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Mikey started flushing pink now. “I want you to take me home. And…” She bit her lip again. Frankie guessed it was a nervous habit.
“And?” Frankie’s eyes were wide.
Mikey stepped closer, bent down to where Frankie was sitting and whispered: “I want you to show me how good you can be for me.”
Holy shit.
Frankie just nodded and made a strained humming sound from her throat.
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The car ride was silent. When they got to Mikey’s apartment she told Frankie where to park and then led the way upstairs to her unit in silence. As soon as they got through the door Mikey shoved Frankie up against it, gripping her grown out buzzcut.
The kiss was hard and desperate. Mikey had taken out the fangs in the car and was not holding back. She shoved her tongue behind Frankie’s teeth feeling around. When she pulled back she bit Frankie's bottom lip.
“Bedroom.” was all she said as her hand glided down to grab Frankie’s carabiner and pulled her away. “Gee won’t be back until late.”
“Okay.” Frankie assumed she meant they had the apartment to themselves. No need to worry about a noise complaint. Mikey was so soft spoken, Frankie wondered if she was louder in bed. She hoped Mikey was a screamer.
They got to Mikey’s bedroom and she shoved Frankie onto the bed, quickly ditching her own top and pants. She was wearing a white lace bralet and blue and white striped panties.
“Holy shit…” Frankie muttered, eyes widened and mouth slightly open.
“What was that?” Mikey teased as she climbed onto the bed and crawled to straddle Frankie. She threw her glasses onto her bedside table.
“You’re so hot. Like I knew you were hot, you look like a fucking supermodel even in the scrubs, but oh my go-”
Frankie was cut with a gasp as Mikey bit her neck, hard.
“Fuck, Mikey.” Frankie’s hands wrapped around the other girl pulling her tight.
Mikey kept kissing up her neck to her mouth. Her hands slipped under Frankie’s shirt. She parted the kiss to remove it, revealing Frankie’s lack of bra. She bit her lip looking down at the panting girl on her bed.
“You wanna be a good boy?”
Franky nodded.
“Fuck me like one.” Mikey flipped them so Frankie was on top now.
Frankie returned to the kiss sliding her hands all over Mikey’s abdomen, squeezing her breasts through the lacey fabric, earning small moans into her lips. She started kissing down her neck sucking and biting in some spots but careful not to leave a mark anywhere hard to hide. Frankie peeled away Mikey’s bra and her tits fell.
“You are so. Fucking. Hot. I’m just gonna keep saying it ‘cause holy fuck.”
Mikey rolled her eyes. “Your mouth can do better things that repeat shit I already know.”
“Yes it can.” Frankie got back to work sucking on Mikey's soft skin, licking around her nipples as one hand slid to the waistband of her panties. She kissed all the way down to her navel leaving a few bite marks and hickeys. When she got there she removed Mikey’s ruined underwear.
“Can I eat you out?” Frankie looked up to see Mikey once again biting her lip.
“God, yes.” She flicked her tongue over where she had just bit.
Frankie got in position, putting Mikey's legs over her shoulders. She started kissing around, moving one hand to comb through her bush and spread her lips. Then she starts to lick and suck, just moving around using the noises Mikey made as guidance. When she made contact with the clit Mikey released a truly obscene sound.
“Oh that’s a good boy.” Her legs tightened around Frankie’s head and she gripped the sheets by her head.
Frankie continued licking and sucking at her clit and began to circle her entrance with two fingers.
“Frankie, baby, you’re doing so good.” Mikey whined.
Frankie slipped one finger in and started rubbing around.
“More…Please…”
Frankie slipped in another finger and kept fucking into her. She could feel Mikey was close, she quickened her pace and sucked harder.
“Oh Frankie, don’t stop, don't stop!” She was almost yelling now
Frankie kept her pace steady, Mikey’s legs shook around her head.
Mikey came with a shriek, and immediately pulled Frank up into a hot and messy kiss. She grabbed Frankie by the hair and pulled her back again.
“That’s my good fucking boy.” She smiled. “Your turn, what do you want, baby?”
“Fuck… can I just… grind on your thigh? Please?”
“Fuck that’s hot. Yeah go for it.” She cupped one of Frankie’s breasts while she said it.
Frankie finally ditched her jeans and got in position. She started slow, but needed more. Mikey put her hands on Frankie’s hips, guiding her movement. She sat up to pull Frankie back into a kiss, swallowing the soft moans as they left Frankie’s throat. Soon she was humping Mikey’s leg like a dog in heat, throwing her head back in pleasure. Eventually, she collapsed forward flopping onto Mikey so they were both laying on the bed.
They both were panting and sticky.
“You can uh, spend the night if you want… I can’t cook for shit but we have cereal?”
“Yeah… cereal is good. Round two could also be good…” Frankie already felt so lucky, she might as well push it a little more.
“I could go for a round two.”