High Voltage

„Take off your top and the doctor will be with you shortly,” The nurse said as she guided us in the doctor’s office. Once Brian found out what my business in Beverly Hills was, he claimed I’m a moron and that he’s not gonna go nowhere near that clinic. Yeah, right, buddy. I dragged him in not thinking twice about it. Of course he whined, he pouted, he screamed and kicked, well... not really, but he wasn’t too keen on this. He even said he’s gonna pay me double from what the boob job costs just so I don’t do it. Yea, right, like money had ever stopped me.

The nurse left with a wide smile on her face. Somehow I got the picture of her not being able to stand with a straight face. It seemed like she had a couple surgeries too many on her slate. That’s what life in Beverly Hills does to you, people.

I stripped off my leather jacket and pulled my shirt over my head. A smirk took over me once I realized Brian is looking anywhere, but at my half bare self, well... at least trying to. „C’mon, like you haven’t seen me naked before,” I said, unhooking my bra, before sliding it off my arms.

„yea, but—„ He looked at me in the exact moment when I was putting the white overall on. He tilted his head back, shooting his stare to the ceiling, before loudly whining, „Hills, you’re really killing me over here...”

„Oh, stop,” I waved him off, before the door opened and a guy in his forties came in.

„Hello, I’m doctor Ambrosio,” He smiled warmly. Was he Mexican? ‘Cause it darn well felt like it. „You must be Megan?”

„Yup,” I popped the ‘p’, before flopping my behind on that medical and too sterile looking couch.

„And this is the boyfriend?” He looked over Brian, who was trying very hard to regain his calm, now digging deep in the screen of his phone. The dude was definitely a Latino! I just hoped he won’t rob me off the last of my breast tissue and actually give me some implants.

„Ex fiance.” I explained as he came closer and took a chair, to sit down in front of me.

„Well, I’ve clearly met stranger couples come in here. The ex fiance can take a seat on that chair over there,” He pointed for Brian to take a seat just a feet from us. „So how are you doing Megan?” He smiled, dropping his pen and probably my soon to be medical history of this place beside me.

„Are we planning something more than just the implants?” Was he referring to my face? Hell no, that shit’s gonna heal. I can imagine how hilarious it looked with both of us having bruises all over our faces, the doc must’ve thought of us as some BDSM crazed maniacs.

„No, I’m just here for the boob job.”

„Okay,” Yup, definitely a latino, the accent was strong in that one. „So what size are we thinking?”

„I don’t know, just... can you make these double A negatives into something positive? Like a C cup?”

„Sure, but first let’s take a look, do you mind?” He pointed to the overall.

„Nah, you’re the doc, you obviously need to see them,” I shrugged and he nodded right after, opening the overall to take a look at my flatness. I could see Brian peeking at me from his side, before a silent moan escaped him as the doc placed his hands on either side of my boobs. Oh behave, dude. I shrugged, going in goose bumps from the touch of his cold fingers.

„You’re really only willing to get a C cup?” he questioned a frown on his face, as he felt each of my breasts.

„Yea, why?”

„Well, we could fit a lot more than a simple C in here,” He looked up, smiling. To be honest, even C cup frightened me. I had problems with my stage appearance already as it was, really didn’t want to come off as a Pamela Anderson and knock someone out with my boob.

„No, I think C will be fine. I want them as natural looking as possible,”

„That won’t be a problem. I won’t bore you with foreign words and medical terminology, but what I’ll say, the plastic surgery has evolved and every breast enlargement we do, we make as close to what you’d have if mother nature would’ve been more generous.” He smiled reassuringly.

„So when can we do the surgery?”

„That’s up to you. Even right now if you’re ready.”

„Really?” I looked back at Brian, who looked too taken aback to function properly.

„Yeah, the operation hall is ready all the time.”

„That would be fucking cool.”

„Okay then, before we go to cutting you open, I need to ask you a few questions,” He took his pen and the sheets, „What’s your blood type?”

„B positive.”

„Any heart diseases?”

„No.”

„Are you allergic to anesthetics?”

„Not that I know of,”

„Any pregnancies?”

I looked over to Brian to see him shift in his seat, obviously uneasy with the question. I sighed, „Yes.”

The doc raised his eyes from the sheet to have a quick look over, „How long ago?”

„Seven, eight months? Something like that... But I lost the baby very early, so...” A sad smile pulled on my lips with a light shrug to my shoulders, saying it’s really nothing when I saw that apologetic look in his eyes.

„Okay...” He said before writing a whole lot more down on the paper. „And how are you gonna pay for it?”

„Do you accept credit cards?” I asked.

„Yes. So, that’s about it. After the surgery, once you wake up, you’re free to go home if there’s someone who can drive you, or you could stay the night with us. I’ll prescribe some painkillers and antibiotics, because I can assure you the pain will be almost unbearable for the first couple of days and you’d wish to kill me.” He chuckled lightly, „Bedrest for not less than a week, okay?”

„Sounds good.”

„Okay then... I’ll see you shortly. And mister ex fiance?” Brian looked up, „Try and talk her out of this,” What? Why? Doesn’t he need my money? Brian frowned, „I’m serious. I don’t need the money as much as I need for her to be satisfied after. If you can, in fact, talk her out of doing this, then she’s not ready and she doesn’t need the surgery, if not, well... I’ll see you, Megan, in the surgery hall.”

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„Why do you even need this?” Brian asked me as we stopped at the nearest park and sat down to have a smoke. He was taking the doctor’s words almost too seriously. I bet he didn’t mean this big of a talking me out of doing stupid shit, now did he? „You have perfectly fine boobs,” he pulled his fedora lower on his face, lighting up his cigarette, before leaning in to mirror the action with me.

„Yeah, for a twelve year old boy,” I scoffed, bitting down on my pinky after I blew out a cloud of smoke.

„You know you’ll be very miserable after the surgery,” he dropped his arm over the back of the bench.

„No, dear, you’ll be,” I smirked, turning my head to see him. And I wasn’t just talking about him not getting a taste of those wonderful tits, but him needing to put up with my shit and take care of me for the first hours after the surgery while he takes me home. „That is if you stay and wait for me...” My smirk vanished when I saw the thoughtfulness in his face, „You are gonna stay... right?”

He sighed, before a side of his lips raised in sort of a half smile, „You’re not leaving me any choice, are you?”

„Well, I could always take the bus,” I shrugged.

„You don’t even know how the bus looks like,”

„I so do!”

„Tour buses are a bit different, Meg.” He’s forgetting that I had a life before him, the one where I was poor as fuck and living off bread crumbs. I think I knew how a bus looked like, thank you very much.

„I could stay in the clinic,” I said even tho the thought made me shiver. I don’t think any human would want to stay in that sterile environment if they had a chance to bail it as soon as possible.

„I’m not leaving you, okay?” I felt his fingers lace with mine as I stared them down, taking a deep drag of my cigarette, figuring, maybe, if he knew I noticed it, he would let go, but no. His thumb even started making those massaging circles. „I’m not running away, not this time.”

Brian’s POV.

We were back at the clinic now and I figured to make a call while the nurses were getting her ready. My finger slid over the screen of my phone, unlocking it. After few swift movements of my thumb, I put the phone to my ear.

I was standing just outside the room they had brought her to fix for the surgery and I thanked god they had these coffee machines on every possible corner. The coffee tasted like shit, but it was better than no coffee at all. I swear I wouldn’t make through the day without a simple drop or booze or enormous dozes of coffee. I had to remember I’m not together with her anymore, but it was just so fucking hard, knowing she acted like nothing ever happened between us in the past. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why was she so fucking bipolar all the time. Seemed like she got the thrill out of experimenting with how many times she could make my knees go weak for her.

„Yo, what’s up, Gates?” Matt answered lazily. „How’s Beverly Hills these days?”

„Don’t know, man,” I chuckled, „Have only seen some fancy ass clinic and the park nearby.”

„Clinic?” Was he... eating? Had his mom never thought him not to speak with full mouth? „What kinda clinic?”

„Plastic surgery clinic,” I rolled my eyes, realizing Megan Hills is one bat shit crazy chick. You have to love her for it, tho.

„Dude, I already told you, that shit’s gonna heal, OH COME ON SHORT-SHIT, JUST FUCKING SHOOT THEM!” I jerked the phone away from my ear, deafened by the sudden screaming. Damn, you Shads, now I’ll really need to see a fucking doc! „CAN YOU HIT AT LEAST ONE OF THEM? Is that fucking possible with you dickwad?!”

„Hey! Hey, asshole!” I shouted, making a few heads turn. I apologized, holding up my hand. „Can you actually speak to me, when I’m calling you?” I hissed in the phone, walking away from the very vulnerable looking people around me.

„I’m in the middle of a fucking game, what do you want from me, man?” He mumbled. „I heard that you’re getting your face done, what do you want from me? To congratulate you? Not happening, ‘cause that’s a pussy move, dude...” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I swear he could get on my nerves just in a mere second.

„I’m not here for me!” I whispered angrily, „Meg’s getting a boob job!”

I heard something drop at the other end of the conversation, „Say what?” Yeah, keep picking your jaw from the floor, dude, „She’s getting what?”

„A fucking boob job,” I covered my mouth as I spoke, feeling very uncomfortable with the subject. I mean, big boobs, small boobs, fake, real – I loved them all, the discomfort begun when we spoke about a certain person – Meg.

„And you’re there with her because you’re horny and figure to get in bed with her when she’s recovering?” He laughed, „Oh you dirty dog...”

I swear if he stood in front of me, I’d punch him. I took a deep breath, a second away from telling him off, but then I kinda figured that’s a fucking good idea. Whoa, why didn’t I think of it? I could show her I still care for her and be the one who makes the recovery easier, ‘cause god know I wasn’t the best support the last time she was in a medical facility. I’ll be the one who’ll be by her side not some stupid music shop owner, who calls her a whore at the first opportunity he gets.

„Matt, I could really kiss you right now,”

„Please don’t,” He laughed. „Oh Alice came by today, she’s asking for you, you know...”

I sighed. Fuck, I had completely forgot about her. „I know.”

„You have to tell ‘er something, man.”

„Oh, c’mon, what am I gonna tell her? That I’m with my ex while she’s getting her tits done? Give me a break,”

„Mister Haner?” A shrill voice echoed from behind me. I turned around to see a petite blonde in a very revealing nurse’s uniform. „The surgery starts in ten minutes.”

„Thank you,” I replied to her, before returning to the conversation with Matt, „Okay, dude, I’ve gotta go, her surgery’s starting soon.”

„Yea, yea, just call me once she’s done and don’t forget to kiss each of those babies goodbye from uncle Matt,”

„You’re disgusting,” I laughed, before hanging up and walking to her chamber and knocking on the door frame, lightly.

She was sitting on the bed, swinging her feet over the edge, before she looked up at me, a mix of fear, confusion and concern on her face. Don’t tell me she’s thinking about ditching everything. „Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked as I walked up to her.

She exhaled heavily, „I’m a bit nervous... What if I don’t like what I wake up to?”

„Well for the first days I think you’re gonna hate what you woke up to,” I pulled a chair to her and took a seat.

„You’re not fucking helping...” She glared. „Why couldn’t I be born with an amazing pair of tits? ...like your Alice!” Well she did in fact have amazing boobs... wait, was she doing this just because of her?

„Listen, you’re gonna be fine, you hear me?” I took her small hands in mine, trying to calm her down, „And while you’ll be recovering, I thought we could go to Bali... Just the two of us, well not right after, but... you got the point.”

„And what about your girl?”

„I’ll buy her a ticket to Miami,” I smirked. „So what do you say?”

„Okay,” She mouthed, smiling, „Let’s go to Bali, what the hell...”

„Oh and one more thing, Matt said to do this,” I stood up and bent over to press my lips to her breast. She started squealing.

„What the hell are you doing?” She laughed, falling backwards on the bed.

„Matt told to say goodbye,” I smirked, burring her breasts in kisses. She couldn’t imagine how hard that fucking made me. I felt her hands wrap around my head, pushing off my fedora as she laughed her worries away. For a moment there I forgot we were in a hospital and the door was open. It took all my strength to push myself away from her and I had no idea how had I wound up boosting myself up on her. As my eyes slid up her body and fixed on her cool silvers, I could admit I lost myself in them. Yes, even with the bruises going on around. She was fucking beautiful. And she just fucking pulled me down into a kiss. The nerve on that chick! I smirked as she bit down on my lip.

„Megan, we’re ready,” A voice rang somewhere behind us.

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