Night Shift

Posted on Tue Jul 20th, 2021 @ 5:44am by Tamar Todd & Family

Mission: The Factions
Location: Drake Academy
Timeline: Present

The class bell rang, and Matthew Todd gathered up his things and headed with the rest of the class out into the corridor. He pulled out an energy bar and was concentrating on opening it as he passed by the Ebony and Ivory clique and headed for the elevator. He took the lift down a floor to the school’s services level and headed for the infirmary.

“Dr. Reyes?” Matthew called as he entered, tossing the wrapper for his finished energy bar in the trash by the door.

“In here, Matthew,” a feminine voice called from the storage closet. “And I’ve told you that you can call me Siobhan.”

Matthew smiled. “Ah’m afraid mah sister thinks differently, Siobhan,” he said, putting his backpack down on the chair behind the front desk and going to the storage room. An attractive, dusky skinned, raven haired, woman of around thirty was struggling to get a box from the top shelf.

“Let me help, Siobhan,” Matthew said. Taller than the doctor, he could reach the shelf more easily, though the small space meant that he pressed a bit against Siobhan. He blushed. “Sorry,” he apologized.

Siobhan smiled. “Thank you,” she told Matthew, taking the box of supplies. They left the closet. “Have you heard anything about your little sister lately?” she asked.

Matthew shook his head. “Still no lead on Mary Ellen,” he said.

“Not even the Carlisle girl?”

“I don’t think Cecily’s powers work that way,” Matthew admitted. “They seem to be more…” he mused, “need to know?”

“I don’t pretend to know how mutant powers work,” Siobhan admitted.

Matthew smirked. “Considering that is your field of study, I find it hard to believe.”

Dr. Reyes chuckled. “You’d be surprised how much we don’t know,” she told him, opening the box. “It’s been pretty slow today,” she said. “Refill the pamphlet display,” she told Matthew. “You have homework?”

“A little.” Matthew shrugged. “I can do it later tonight on the night shift.”

Siobhan smiled. “Can’t say how grateful I am for that,” she said with a chuckle. “On call 24/7 is a bitch.”

“Well, you technically still are.”

“Si, but I get paged a lot less when I have a mutant healer on staff,” she said with a chuckle. “We good for the clinic this weekend?” she asked. “We’re on the reservation.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Matthew said. “Looking forward to it.”

“You never look forward to it, Matthew. Half the time I have to send you out to sit in the car.”

Matthew looked at the floor sheepishly. “How else am I supposed to get used to it?” he asked.

Siobhan gave a small smile and put a hand on the teen’s shoulder. “You do well, and we’re all grateful for what you are able to do,” she assured him. “And like you said, it’s good practice.”

Matthew settled into his duties. He refilled the pamphlets and settled behind the desk to do some homework. Occasionally he was interrupted by a student, and he would let his eyes unfocus, reading the auras, learning what was physically ailing them. Sometimes it wasn’t anything he could see, and they just came for some reassurance or counseling, and he would send them on to talk to Dr. Reyes. Other times he made appointments on the computer. He covered for Siobhan when she went to dinner, and when she returned, he was off duty again, heading home to his sister’s apartment. He had his own dorm room, of course, and that was where he slept, but he wasn’t about to miss out on his sister’s cooking. Finally, he returned to his dorm for a nap before he went back to the infirmary overnight.

There wasn’t much for Matthew to do overnight. He did his homework and streamed some movies and TV. If a student came in, he was allowed to use his powers and log the incident for Dr. Reyes to follow up the next day.

Matthew was watching the latest season of Bosch when the infirmary doors slid open. He paused the show as Ebony and Ivory walked in quietly, almost like they were sneaking. They were in matching lacy pink boy shorts and camisoles. Matthew unfocused his eyes and frowned as he studied their auras. Nothing appeared wrong with them.

“Hey, Matthew. You bored?” Ivory asked.

“Um...not really,” he said. “Watching Bosch.”

“Oh, good show!” Ebony said. “Mind if we watch with?”

“It’s...after curfew. You’ll get in trouble, and so will I.”

“We won’t tell if you don’t,” the girls said in unison with a giggle.

Matthew blushed. “So, uh, what did you want?”

Ivory leaned forward, giving Matthew a nice view of her creamy cleavage. “Rumor in the girls’ locker room that you have a trick you can do.”

Matthew’s eyes widened. “What? Who told you that?’

“Camilla. We’re good friends. We keep in touch. She had some interesting stories,” Ebony answered.

Matthew groaned. “What did my ex tell you?”

“That she misses you. Her new college boyfriend can’t give her what she needs, not like you could,” Ivory purred.

Matthew squirmed in his seat. “I never gave her anything.”

Ebony giggled. “Except the Touch.”

Matthew hid his face in his hands. “Tamar’s going to kill me,” he muttered.

“Why? Ivory asked. “What does Miss Priss have to say about it? It’s not like you and Cammy had sex or anything.”

“No, but…”

“We want it.” Ebony cut to the chase, leaning forward herself, offering a glimpse of her chocolate cleavage.

Matthew groaned, staring at the chocolate and cream in front of him.

“Pretty please,” Ivory pouted. She pulled a twenty dollar bill from her cleavage and tucked it into the front pocket of Matthew’s jeans. He pushed back in his chair, lest she touch more than that.

“Fine,” he said, standing up. “Go make yourselves comfortable.” He gestured to the back room where they had a couple beds where students could have a lie down if they felt ill.

Giggling, Ivory and Ebony bounced out of the reception area.

Matthew sighed. He stood up and, with a little focus, used his powers to push down his arousal. He took the money Ivory had given him and put it into the tip jar on the counter that said CLINIC.

Ebony and Ivory were eagerly awaiting him in the resting room, sitting on two of the beds. Matthew dimmed the lights and pulled a chair in between them. “Settle back. Relax,” he told them. He handed them each an extra pillow. “You’ll need this.”

Ebony looked at him quizzically.

“You’ll understand,” Matthew said. “Give me a hand.” He told himself this was good practice. It would be harder with two of them. He took a hand from each girl, holding them in his. He closed his eyes, focusing on what his touch was telling him about their bodies. He frowned. Both were COVID positive, though asymptomatic. He took a moment to clear the virus from their systems. He would have to let Siobhan know in the morning so they could monitor the other students. They probably picked it up in Sedona or Phoenix. Drake had weathered the pandemic pretty well thanks to isolation and, well, Matthew.

The girls also had alcohol in their system. Cheap wine, likely. He left it there to help the process. His biokinetic powers gave him complete details of their bodies. He started to direct his energy into their muscles, easing and relaxing them, working out any tension. The effect was like a good deep tissue massage, and he heard both girls sigh in relaxation and pleasure.

Then he began the real reason they had come to him. Matthew pumped up their hormone levels, making them murmur and squirm as they became aroused. He increased their bodily responses, and soon had them moaning in pleasure, writhing, legs pressing together. He kept the girls there, right on the cusp.

“Oh, God! Oh, God, Matthew!” Ivory gasped, pressing the pillow to her face as she started keening.

“Fuck! Don’t stop!” Ebony begged, turning her face into her own pillow.

And then Matthew pushed them over the edge, sending their bodies exploding in pleasure, their screams muffled by the pillows as they thrashed and writhed. Matthew winced as their long nails dug into his hands. He drew out their climaxes, then slowly brought them down, leaving them limp and exhausted from the experience.

Releasing their hands, Matthew slumped down in his chair, exhausted himself. He’d never done two girls at the same time. His hair was soaked in sweat, and he looked like he’d spent the entire night pleasing two women -- though he’d not gotten any of the pleasure.

“Take your time,” Matthew said. “I’ll get some water.” He forced himself up. Ebony and Ivory reached for each other, smiling dreamily.

“Fuck. I don’t know why you don’t have a girlfriend, Mattie,” Ivory slurred, only half conscious after the intensity of her orgasm. “I can see why you ruined other men for Cammie.”

“I bet you could make a lot of money doing this,” Ebony giggled.

“I’m not some...whore like that,” Matthew said wearily with a frown as he set two cold bottles of water on the table between the beds. He shook up a protein shake for himself and guzzled it down to replenish his energy.

“God, I could use a smoke,” Ebony said.

“Roof garden?” Ivory suggested, languidly sitting up. Ebony sat up as well, and they helped each other up onto unsteady legs. Then Ivory kissed Ebony deeply.

Matthew shook his head and followed the two sexy teens out to reception. They were cuddly and handsy with each other, their brains flooded with dopamine and serotonin and oxytocin. He could clear their heads with a touch, but didn’t want to ruin their high.

“Good night,” Matthew said.

They turned back to him with a smile. “Thank you,” Ivory said, then grabbed his face and kissed him. Ebony did the same, and then they giggled their way out of the infirmary.

Matthew shook his head to clear it and sank back into his chair behind the reception desk, trying to clear his own head. Why hadn’t he gotten a new girlfriend after Camilla went off to college?

FIN

Matthew Todd
Triage
Senior/Infirmary Assistant

Ebony and Ivory
Seniors