The Pathologist - 1
Sheetal, a 26-year-old homely girl, wants to hold down her job. She’s not the sole breadwinner of the family, but she wants to help out her husband, and ultimately wants to start a family of her own. She takes up a job a pathology lab, but quickly finds out, that her job description had much more than drawing blood and labeling vials.
What follows in the story, does not only come from a place of intimidation and exploitation, but also from a place of repressed sexuality, that Sheetal always had. When I started writing this story, I was wary of normalizing workplace harassment. There are incidents in the story, which borderline non-consent; however, in this narrative the consent isn’t a straightforward yes or no. I encourage the readers to try to understand Sheetal’s desires, which are the little dominoes of her life, that ultimate led her to be where she was.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Except for widely known public names and figures, any resemblances to real life events, persons or places are mere coincidences. The contents of this book are meant for individuals above the age of majority (18/21+). The book contains sexually explicit writing, and is meant for entertainment only. It should not be taken as sexual advice or education.
1
Sheetal was late. She was late by just 15 minutes, but she had already gotten two calls from Manas sir.
“I’m almost there,” she’d said on the first call.
“I’m keying in sir,” she had said on the second call. Sheetal was about 200 meters away from the lab.
She was parking her scooty, when she got the third call from Manas sir, but she decided to ignore it. There was a two-man queue outside her path lab. A middle-aged man and a younger man were scrolling through their phones. She wordlessly walked up to her, without looking at them, and keyed in.
The middle-aged man started talking immediately.
“When does the lab open?”
“9 AM,” Sheetal said, switching on the lights and turning on the AC.
“I thought so, I have been waiting her for half an hour,” he said.
Sheetal sighed. She smiled a practiced smile, and said, “Sorry sir, today I was late.”
The older man grunted, and pushed a prescription toward her, “I need these tests done.”
“One minute sir,” Sheetal said, while she folded her hands and prayed to the Gods that she had kept after she started working there, about three months ago. It was a Tuesday, and she usually started Tuesdays by reading the entire Hanuman Chalisa, but she couldn’t do it that day. Instead, she sent out a small prayer to Him. She would have been on time, if her husband wouldn’t have insisted on a morning quickie. Those 15 minutes, were the reason why she was late.
She adjusted her dupatta and sat down behind the tall desk. She grunted because she had forgotten to turn on the computer. So, she waited for it to boot up. To appear officious, she took a register which was not maintained anymore, she asked the man’s name.
“It’s there on the prescription,” he said curtly. So, she copied the name, Yashwant and his age, 43, in the register.
“And yours?” she asked without raising her head, expecting the younger man to be attentive.
“Sir?” she had to say again, before the guy looked up from his phone.
“Oh, sorry,” he pocketed his phone, “Aditya.”
“Age?” Sheetal asked, noting down, while keeping an eye on the computer.
“31.”
“What are the tests?” she asked.
“Umm... Do you guys have a full body check-up package?”
Of course they did. Sheetal had guessed that he would ask for it. He looked the type. The kinds of men and women, who didn’t mind spending a couple of thousand rupees on check-ups. Sheetal pushed the pamphlet, and asked him to pick one. In the meantime, she adjusted her dupatta again, and tapped a few keys, and had started entering Yashwant’s details in the actual system.
“This one,” he said, pointing to the package which would cost about ₹ 5000.
Sheetal looked at the package and then at him. It was the first time when she was looking at Aditya. She took a deep breath and told herself – “you’re married!”
What she felt looking at Aditya was not new to her. He was tall, looked reasonably fit and had a stubble of beard which she really liked in men. Her husband, Mohan, couldn’t grow a beard, despite several tries. He always ended up with a patchy beard, which he would shave off after a week.
“Please sit,” she told Aditya.
She got up from her chair. She had to adjust her dupatta again. That day, she was wearing a pink suit. Whenever she went out of her house, she made sure she had all the obvious symbols of marriage – a prominent sindoor, a set of bangles, and a mangalsutra which stood out for anyone who was staring at her breasts. Sheetal had the habit of moving too quickly. It made her bangles clink, and often her dupatta would fall off her shoulders. She looked beautiful pulling her dupatta, adjusting her stance, as if the falling dupatta showed off too much of her breasts.
Sheetal was pleasing to look at. She was 26, had a fair complexion, and a face with puffed cheeks. Her eyes though, were the reasons why people wanted to look at her face. They were large and sparkled whenever she smiled, which was often, at least at the start of her day at the Manas Path Lab.
Tucked away in a narrow lane in Bandra, it was among half a dozen labs in the 2 km radius. The only people who knew about the lab were the ones who were specifically told by the doctors (lobbied by Manas sir and his son, Nikhil) or the kinds like Aditya, who simply Googled “blood test labs near me”. She hoped Aditya was in the first former category.
Yashwant, the middle-aged man, who was already seated at the collection chair, had been there before. Sheetal knew that because she could find his name in the system. Aditya was there for the first time though. She had an eerie feeling that she had seen her before. He looked like someone who would be living nearby. He had shown up in a pair of half-pants, and there was a car right in front of lab, when she was parking the scooty. He looked no different than the group of friends that Nikhil hung out with.
As she walked inside the little cubicle, which separated the office from the collection area, she realized maybe that’s where she had seen Aditya. Sheetal sighed as she held down Yashwant’s arm and rubbed alcohol on his vein. She avoided looking into patients’ eyes when she was trying to find their vein to pierce, especially with male patients. It was an intimate affair, the blood collection – the cosy cubicle, and trying to find a place to penetrate a man. When she’d started working about three months ago, she was naive enough to smile at the patients, as she felt up their arms. She would do that inside the cubicle, and these men would get the wrong signals. They would say things like, “You are so pretty.” “I hope I come here again, soon.” Sheetal would smile and adjust her dupatta.
She had stopped smiling that often inside the cubicle. But she would have to smile for Aditya, if he was Nikhil’s friend. As she drew blood from Yashwant, she hoped that a third patient showed up soon. Aditya, if he was really Nikhil’s friend, would be an entitled brat. And she was pretty sure that Nikhil sent his friend, telling them her truth.
About four months ago, when the whole conversation about working came up with her husband, Sheetal was a naive housewife. Mohan worked hard, but being a loan agent was not the steadiest sources of income. Money kept them awake at nights, often naked, unable to have sex, because he would not be hard enough to enter her. She didn’t blame him. The whole situation was stressful, especially because there was pressure from both sides of their families to have a kid.
One such night, they were in bed, and Sheetal was between his legs, her naked breasts resting on Mohan’s hairy thighs. She was caressing his soft dick, to make it hard enough to suck.
“I think you should start working,” Mohan said, raising him.
Sheetal looked up, her mangalsutra dangling right above her husband’s semi-hard dick. She started stroking him, her bangles clinking as she did it.
“But, what will I do?”
Mohan was quiet for a bit, watching his dick being stroked, his wife’s fair hands a contrast against his bushy dark crotch. As he gotten harder, Sheetal tightened her grip around it, as she often did. He gasped in pleasure, and then said, “I know someone, who was talking about a receptionist and pathologist job...”
Sheetal opened her mouth and took his dick in her mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of times, and then paused. With his dick in his hand, she asked, “How will I do it? I have no training in it.”
“You will learn. You didn’t know how to do this either,” Mohan put his hand on her head and pushed her face down on his dick.
“... and now you are so good at it.” Mohan kept her face buried in his crotch, his dick touching her throat. Sheetal didn’t gag. She used to, in the early days of their marriage, but she was quick learner. Sheetal wiggled her naked ass. The birth mark right next to her tailbone was clearly visible even in the dim light of their bedroom.
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In the loose nighties and kurtas that Sheetal wore, nobody except her husband knew how shapely her body was. Every part of her body had just that extra bit of flesh, which made her body wildly sexy. Even her ass, which wasn’t the biggest, would jiggle whenever she wiggled it. Whenever her husband’s dick was inside her mouth, she would do that, because she liked hearing him moan.
The biggest surprise for anyone who will see Sheetal naked, would be her breasts. Her outfits gave no hint of how big and perky they were. She had often been told by her tailor (a woman), that she kept the breast measurements of her suits two sizes too big. She would tell her that she liked it that way.
The first time Mohan had seen her naked, Sheetal was a shy virgin. She had covered her breasts, barely able to contain them with her arms. Mohan had wordlessly pried her arms away and brought his mouth to one of her nipples. Sheetal’s nipples were extremely sensitive. She found out about it on her first night, when her husband’s tongue had set a fire in her breasts that traveled all the way down to her pussy.
Soon after that, Mohan had taken away her innocence. She remembered him saying, “wow” as he had entered her. It had felt intimate, that invasion inside her body. In that moment, with her husband’s pulsating dick inside her, she had become a woman.
Over the two years as a married woman, Sheetal spent most of her nights naked in bed. Even on the days of her period, Mohan would insist that she slept only with her panty on. He would fall asleep grabbing one of her breasts, her nipples would harden as she would feel her husband’s dick harden against her ass. If he wasn’t completely asleep, she would offer him her another hole to fuck – the mouth. On those nights, she would fall asleep in a bit of menstrual pain and with the salty taste of her husband’s cum in her mouth. It was during those nights that she learned to take a dick deep inside her throat, without gagging, to use her tongue to lick the entire length of her husband’s dick. She’d wiggle her ass and rub her bare nipples against Mohan’s thighs.
The night when it was decided that she would start working too, Mohan had fucked her after a long time. Maybe it was the relief that his shy wife had agreed to work without any protestation or maybe it was something else, but Mohan was harder than he was in recent times. As he was fucking her from behind, Sheetal lowered her head to see her naked breasts jiggling and her mangalsutra dangling. She had never worked before or talked with any stranger, beside a shopkeeper. But seeing her husband fuck her, seeing her body respond to it, she decided that it would all be worth it.
The first week at the lab was rather uneventful. Manas sir had hired a temporary girl who showed Sheetal how to draw blood, how to label the vials and prepare them for the pickup. Even though it was called a lab, in reality it was just a collection center, the actual tests were done in a much more industrial lab, where Sheetal imagined, city-bred girls in lab coats playing test tubes and fucking their male colleagues later. The training continued for two weeks in total. She was a quick learner. She was supposed to start independently from Monday, but there was a rite of passage on the Friday before, about which she was not told when hired.
On that Friday, Nikhil showed up. The moment he walked in, Sheetal knew that he was trouble. She had seen him before, most of the times with Manas sir, his father. From the corner of her eyes, she’d feel him staring at her body, even in her loose kurtas. His gaze would be so piercing that she would often feel that she was being undressed, that he was look beyond her kurtas, look at her naked skin. Sheetal was happy that he couldn’t look inside, because if he could, he would have seen that her nipples had hardened, that her pussy was more moist than usual.
It was the first time that Sheetal and Nikhil were alone in a room. It was 5 PM, and Sheetal expected only one patient to show up to take prints of his reports. If Nikhil had shown up 30 minutes later, and she could have locked behind herself and the evening would have been over.
“So, you are the new girl?” Nikhil asked, resting his elbows on the tall desk.
Sheetal nodded, trying to stack papers which didn’t need stacking.
“Look up, when somebody’s talking,” he said firmly, almost like a tutor.
Sheetal glanced up, her eyes wider than usual. She’d not been talked that way by any man, till that point in her life. And Nikhil was probably a year or so younger than her.
“Are you comfortable with your training?” he asked.
Sheetal nodded, her eyes not meeting his. She rested her gaze on his chin.
“Are you dumb? Is this how you respond to customers? By nodding, and keeping your lips closed?”
As Nikhil said it, he did something that Sheetal was not expecting. He held her lower jaw and shook it. It wasn’t violent. In fact, it was almost playful. But it was a touch. She wasn’t expecting to be touched by another man, not that evening, probably never in her lifetime.
Sheetal was quiet. She blinked, without saying anything.
Nikhil grunted and said, “Maybe, I will have to talk with papa. We cannot have someone like you here, who can’t -”
“No sir,” Sheetal spoke almost immediately, “I’m sorry.” she stammered.
Nikhil sighed, “You have a sweet voice. You should speak often.”
“I’m just nervous,” she added.
Nikhil was quiet for a moment, and then gave her the stack of papers which he was holding, “Keep these here.”
Sheetal was giving the documents a cursory reading, when Nikhil said, “Chalo, show me what you have learned.”
Before Sheetal could respond, Nikhil locked the lab from inside, and started walking toward the collection chair, inside the cubicle.
Sheetal stood at her desk for a moment. She eyed the lock on lab door and then to the cosy collection cubicle to which Nikhil was asking her to come. She took a deep breath, adjusted her dupatta, and started walking toward the cubicle.
Nikhil was already seated, his arm outstretched.
“Do you want me to draw blood, sir?”
“Of course, not. I want you to find my vein,” Nikhil said, raising his sleeve.
Sheetal observed this muscular arm. She could see stray veins on his forearm. She looked at him once, and she could feel that piercing gaze, as if he wanted to see what’s beneath her kurta.
She walked in front of him, and leaned forward. Her dupatta slipped again, but she let it stay that way.
“Maybe, take off this off when you are doing your job,” Nikhil said, touching her dupatta.
“Sir?”
“You heard me,” Nikhil declared, “This will interfere with your work”. He stared at her. For a moment Sheetal’s eyes met his. She was scared, but there was something else. She was moist too.
She took off her dupatta, and kept it on the spare chair.
“Okay, now find the vein,” Nikhil said.
He sat there, with his arms and legs outstretched. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt, whose sleeves he had rolled up. Nikhil had a broad chest, and the way he sat on the desk, it made his stance broader.
Sheetal leaned forward. She took a deep breath, and touched the place just above his elbow, trying to feel his vein. She let her fingers roam around his skin. Touching his skin felt different from touching the skin of the patients. It felt more charged, more firm and yet smooth. Eventually, she found his vein.
“Here, sir,” she declared.
“Good, what if you don’t find it there?”
“Sir?”
“Some people have too much fat there, and you cannot find the vein there. What then?”
“Umm...” Sheetal was puzzled. She had seen that happen only once, and the girl who was supposed to train her, didn’t make a big deal out of it. She had found a vein on the hand, along the thumb. So, she started caressing the part near Nikhil’s thumb.
She found a vein, and pointed, “Here sir, this is --”
“Good,” Nikhil said. He was quiet after that.
Sheetal stood straight, a slight grin on her face, that she had passed the test. She was about to get her dupatta again, when Nikhil said, “I am not done yet.”
Sheetal stopped. She heard the chair moving, and then she heard something which made her head turn.
Nikhil was unzipping his jeans.
To be continued
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