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Amanda's New Job

... arrived and seated herself at her desk. There were a couple of messages on the answering machine. Amanda picked up her pen and notepad to take the messages. The first was a garbled call from Mrs Brown- she wanted to bring her 'boy' Prince in to see the 'doctor' - the poor darling was suffering from some sort of swelling - all terribly urgent. Fortunately for poor Prince the first appointment slot with Dr G was free. Or maybe not - the second message on the answerphone was from Miss Thomas, Dr G's young veterinary assistant. She was going through a domestic crisis with her baby daughter - the c***dminder hadn't shown up - she would be very late - probably not in until lunchtime at the earliest. Somewhat concerned Amanda studied the mornings appointments, then left her desk and went into the consulting room to bring the bad news to the doctor. 'Oh dear, oh dear', he mused. 'How many patients do we have booked in for the morning ?' Having anticipated the question Amanda had brought a scribbled list in with her. 'Five, and the first is due in 5 minutes...' 'Shit', hissed Dr G under his breath. Then, 'Amanda, I wonder if I could prevail on you to do me a BIG favor ?' 'Sure', said Amanda - keen to ingratiate herself with her new employer - 'Want me to call round and cancel them all ?' 'No - I don't want to cancel if we can help it'. He was speaking more out of concern for lost fees than out of concern for the a****ls health. 'I was wondering if maybe you could help out by acting ...

... as assistant as well as receptionist for the morning ? Nothing too strenuous - just a little bit of pet-minding. Don't want to look like we are under-staffed, do we ?' She was just about to turn down the request, but before she could frame the refusal without sounding uncooperative, the doctor continued, 'I will of course pay you at double rate for today...' Amanda did a quick bit of mental arithmetic. Just yesterday afternoon she had seen a rather smart pair of pumps - black patent leather, metallic heels... 'Where can I find a spare overall ?' 'That's my girl !'. Dr G breathed a sigh of relief, 'The jackets are in the closet over there. Better move - first patient in 2 minutes !' Amanda hunted out a white full length overall, anxious to ensure her dress was covered as far as possible. Unfortunately, Miss Thomas was somewhat willowy and Amanda could hardly fasten the overall around her ample bosom. Rather than emphasis her bust line by fastening the overall half way up, she was f***ed to leave it open. No time to worry - Mrs Brown was already ringing the bell at the reception desk. Mrs Brown - concerned as she was for the health of her dog - also had shopping on her mind, and wanted to leave Prince at the surgery while she popped out for a little retail therapy. She would be picking him up in about 40 minutes. She handed Prince's lead to Amanda, turned, and was gone. Prince was a boxer. A large boxer. Thick set, sturdy, downright ugly. A true heavyweight. Not fat. Just BIG. ...