The doctor

The intercom sounded.

- Doctor, the visitor you were expecting is here.

- Let him in, Ana.

I looked at the clock. British punctuality. We were off to a good start. A few days ago, I had placed an ad to hire a nurse for my proctology practice. I asked applicants to send their resume without a photo, so I wouldn't be swayed by physical attractiveness, and a motivation letter. Among all the applicants, one had particularly caught my attention due to his training and experience, as well as the good writing and content of his letter. I reserved the rest, in case the interview didn't meet my expectations, and had summoned him for that day at that time.

The first impression couldn't have been more positive: about six feet tall, muscular build without excess, narrow waist, dark-skinned, steel-colored eyes... A stunning beauty worthy of the most exclusive catwalk in the world. He didn't wear jewelry or tattoos, had short hair in a military style, and wore chinos, lace-up shoes, and a white shirt. Discreet but well-groomed, ideal for my practice.

- Good morning, doctor.

- Come in, Mateo, sit down. Well, I've looked at your resume and it's really interesting, as well as your motivation letter.

- Thank you, sir.

We had the usual chat in these cases, and the truth is that it even improved the impression I had gotten from the documentation. I informed him of the salary, and it seemed correct to him. I'm not usually wrong about people: I paid for my medical degree and specialty by prostituting myself, and I had to learn to judge people at a glance.

- Well, Mateo, so we agree. Can you start on Monday?

- Yes? Yes, of course. I was thinking that…

- That I would tell you "we'll call you..." It's not my style. I pride myself on knowing people, and I'm sure I'm not mistaken about you. I know what I want, and I'm not a person of doubts.

- I assure you that I will do everything necessary to make you satisfied with me, doctor.

As he pronounced these last words, I noticed a special sparkle in his eyes, but I attributed it to the enthusiasm of the young man who had just found a good job. We said our goodbyes, and as he was leaving, I couldn't help but take a look at his massive ass that his pants could barely contain. I immediately removed the image from my head.

The doorbell rang. It was Ana, who had already finished her shift.

- Tell me you've hired him, tell me he's staying... No, better tell me you didn't like him and that you'll hire an ugly and old nurse. No, damn it, he's so handsome! And what a body! And what eyes!

I let out a laugh. Ana was a 23-year-old girl, dark-haired, with rounded shapes that she knew how to exploit, friendly and lively, and a magnificent professional. When I had interviewed her for the job, I was struck by her determination and confidence, and I wasn't wrong: in front of patients, she always showe...