fuck if i know

it was one of those days where the surgeon felt bored and pent up when she thought of searching those sites where you give money for sexual favours.

she overhead one of her residents talking about it and it piqued her interest.

she was curious enough to search it on the web. she knows the depravity of it but she can't help it. she's too tired to date, too tired to give in to a domestic life with someone, especially when she's at the peak of her career.

plus, it's fair game, she reassures herself. it's a 'service' she's paying. she's not taking advantage of anyone. what more, she's probably helping other people.

shock is an understatement when she opened the site. there were so many people trying to give, and naturally, there were so many people wanting to spend here; it made her feel less guilty about opening that kind of website.

she narrowed down her searches to her location, she wanted to meet someone near, someone she could use in an instant.

scroll. opened a profile. too far.

scroll.

look at profile. not her type.

scroll.

look at profile. sent a message, user is still offline.

scroll.

look at profile. no other pictures. maybe a scam

scroll.

it took her a few minutes before she stumbled on your profile.

'this one's kind of nice' she thought, she immediately sent you a message. luckily, you were livestreaming, doomscrolling since it was a slow day for you. the notification popped up from 'lookingforsugar' site.

"hey, you look like you'll give me a good time ;)" the message read.

"hii im live here camgirllivedotdotcom" you replied, not paying attention to it.

walsh was still scrolling the site when she received your reply. she opened the link and saw you.

you were wearing a red lingerie, complementing your skin tone. it tightly wraps your sun-kissed skin, and she can see the trace of your hardened nipple on its fabric. you were lying on your side, and the camera only showed half of your face, you were staring at the phone.

emery gulped at the sight of you. the surgeon felt something aching on her core . she typed in to chat, but it was blocked by a pop-up.

'error: you need to create an account to message in the stream.'

walsh cursed herself, already excited to message you, she quickly made an account, linking her bank account, ready to spend it on you.

scalpelwlsh: hey pretty girl, nice lingerie.

a beep notification from the live woke you up from your phone, you look at your laptop and saw the message. before you can say your thanks, another message popped up.

scalpelwlsh: nicer if u take them off

you smirked, this one's straight to the point, exactly how you want to be told.

of course, you needed to tease her, you needed to put on a show, you squeeze your clothed breasts, you flicked your right nipple, and you whimpered at the sensation.

"this one?" you asked. looking for her assurance.

scalpelwlsh: *sent $20 *yes. off.

this one's nice, you thought. you reached for your back and unclasped the hook of your bra, revealing your bare breasts, flicking your nipples, you moan at the sensation.

on the other side of the screen, dr. walsh was already finger deep in herself. circling her throbbing clit at the sight of you.

she was pent up; it's been a while since she touched herself, and looking at your body was enough to send her to the edge.

"ugh, this is making me wet," you said teasingly, flicking the waistband of your panty.

scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* OFF

you sat up to pull your panties down. once it's off, you spread your legs in front of the screen, folds glistening as you circle your clit.

scalpelwlsh: such a good girl for me

scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* keep fucking yourself till u cum, want to hear u moan.

you chuckled at the message. her command was direct, and you followed suit. you trail your fingers in your cunt, it was already dripping. you put two fingers in to fuck yourself while playing with your nipples.

walsh, who was doing the same, followed the rhythm of your fingers as she fucked herself. your moans are echoing in her room from her laptop. it didn't take long till you both came at the same time.

scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* such a pretty pussy, i bet it'd feel good on my fingers.

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the set-up went up for weeks, walsh would miss a couple of your streams, and you took notice of it. she was always your biggest spender and apart from that, her requests always make you feel good.

despite walsh's intention of meeting someone right away, she actually felt satisfied sending money and getting off online. plus, she was always busy at work, watching you at her screen before sleeping was enough for her.

not until that one night. walsh was doing a 16-hour shift. she was supervising a teaching case and the resident fucked up. apart from that, the anesthesiologist were trying to rush the case so it would be safe for the patient.

frustrated, emery just took over the whole case when it was supposed to be a teaching case.

"i have to do everything around here!" she said while fixing up the patient. the whole OR, quiet, as she finished it up in record time of 45 minutes.

after the surgery, her frustration lingered. it wasn't enough to berate her residents; she was ready to take it out on someone. naturally, her mind thought of you.

when she came home, it was already late, and you had finished streaming. she thought of the site where to message you.

a message from 'lookingforsugardotdotcom' popped in:

emscalpel: "missed your stream, wanna meet?"

you saw the message history where you sent your livestream link. then it clicked.

the word 'scalpel' triggered you, scalpel, you recognize that username, scalpelwlsh, it was the same person, you thought, because who would have their username as scalpel, it's probably her.

"hey im down, but can we set up a call first?"

"yeah, sure."

you went ahead and set up a call with her. a private one. you admit this excited you, it's been a while since someone took you out. plus, you're curious about her. it's a good feeling to put a face on someone who's sent thousands of dollars just to see you pleasuring yourself.

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walsh just finished showering. she couldn't dry her hair completely. she was excited to see you again, even if it's just a video call, a private one. she threw on a white shirt and a couple of gold chains to accessorize. somehow, she felt like she was going on a date, even if it was the opposite.

it felt formal, you were on your laptop so the screen is bigger when you see her face. walsh thought the same, seeing you on the phone wouldn't cut it.

you called her, it rang a couple of times before she answered. the screen flickered when she entered the call. then, you saw her. she was beautiful, her curls falling before her shoulders; it looked a bit damp, like she had just taken a shower. you were enamored by her beauty when she started speaking.

"hey, so this is actually the first time im doing this"

emery opened up. her voice was silky hot, your thought immediately went to how her voice would sound like saying the commands she sends on your live stream.

"that's okay, what's your name? scalpel?" you joked, and she laughed.

"emery" she said, her voice airy and raspy.

"but you can call me mommy, or daddy" she added. leaning on the screen and smirking. your stomach fluttered, and you felt your clit pulsed by her remark.

it was her first time, and it didn't feel like it. she was composed about meeting you. she seemed confident, and somehow that turned you on.

she cracked a couple of jokes at you, and you find it cute that her eyes disappear when she smiles.

you explained that it was a pay-per-meet basis. you named your price, and she brush it off. she didn't even try to haggle, which was normal with your customers. you grew more curious about her, and you can't wait to find out on the date. she asked for your payment details, and you did.

after the call, you received the payment.

"emery walsh sent you $1000"

it was more than you asked for. you were about to say your thanks when another notification popped up.

"emery walsh sent you $1000"

you were speechless; she really was spoiling you. you thank whoever sent her from the sky, because she might as well be an angel.

"wear something nice, okay? see you"

emery texted. you immediately went looking at shopping sites, browsing at dresses and even lingerie to get ready for the date.

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going to the restaurant was nerve-wracking, it's been a while since you got taken out, but of course, you didn't want to fall flat. as promised, you wore a tight-fitting dress to highlight your curves.

emery reveled at the sight of you, satisfied with how you presented yourself to her. emery, on the other hand, wore a cream suit with a dark brown laced-singlet inside it. her hair half parted by a claw clip, with her curls falling on the side of her face. she looked more beautiful in person.

"so dine and fuck, then i'll get my dessert later." she whispered in your ear, smirking at you. she held your waist and led you to the restaurant. her hands low on your waist, almost feeling your backside as you sit on the table.

you let emery pick the restaurant. it was a cozy candle-lit dinner. it's perfect, it looked like you two were just going on a date, she's perfect.

while eating dinner, you talked about the arrangement, how you can meet once a week, how she'll give you an allowance per week, even giving you a key to her apartment so you can freely stay there. she wanted you close so she can use you.

you learned she was a surgeon, and you felt brimming with joy at the revelation. you opened up that you stopped medical school, but is saving up for it.

medicine was something you have in common, so you let her talk about her surgeries. one particular story about her residents fucking up.

after dinner, you already knew where this was going. emery hinted that her apartment was near the area. of course, you grabbed at the chance of it.

her hands were already caressing your curves as you walked together.

it was going to be a long night.

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cred to this post & mcvadi fic rotting my brain when i watched this interview.

jay rolled his eyes, checking timestamps of each person walking in and out as pope gripped onto the steering wheel. of course wasn't listening to anything his brothers were saying.

his eyes stayed on the front entrance, mentally mapping everyone who walked in and out— counting them one by one.

a businessman.

an older couple.

one singular security guard.

a mother with a stroller.

but then— he noticed her.

she nearly skipped across the parking lot with an iced coffee balancing in her small hand along with a stack of folders tucked against her chest.

she looked flustered, like she'd left the house late. as she stepped onto the curb, one of the folders slipped. papers exploding across the sidewalk.

"ugh! dammit!" she cried out in panic.

a second passed, and without thinking, pope was already out of the truck.

he ran her causing craig to cut off deran, “what the hell is he doing?"

the boys watched as pope hovered over her before crouching next her, quietly gathering the papers before the wind could carry them away.

she looked up, clearly embarrassed.

"o—oh my god, thank you." she rushed out

in typical pope fashion, he didn't answer. he just stacked the papers neatly before handing them back to her as she pushed her hair behind her ears.

"you almost lost these." he said flatly.

"I know." she smiled, grabbing the paper out of his hands before placing them back into the folder. "i'm having one of those mornings."

he nodded once.

"happens." he said curtly. it was probably the longest sentence he'd spoken all day.

"thank you..."

she waited for him to say something as he stared back at her.

"andrew." he said suddenly.

"ahh.” she beamed before giving him her name.

once again giving her one small nod before stalking back towards his truck.

deran stared at him, dumbfounded as he scoffed, "bro.. did you just help somebody?"

"yeah." pope shut the door.

"why?"

pope shrugged.

"her papers could have blown away."

the three boys all looked at one another in disbelief.

"he's gone soft." jay let out.

five minutes later they decided it was time walk into the bank to scope out where the safe would be and what the security cameras would look like.

she was standing at one of the tellers, filling out a deposit slip before she glanced up— recognition flashing across her pretty face.

"oh!" she beamed. she waved at pope politely. “hi there, stranger!”

pope froze as jay’s jaw went slack.

craig looked between them and deran rolled his eyes.

she was interfering with the plan!

"what does she want?" deran huffed under his breath.

she smiled warmly, hearing him— catching him off guard as she spoke, “nothing i— i.. he just helped me outside."

deran looked at pope.

pope looked at deran.

"don’t be an asshole." pope snapped.