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4- Dasy, the sexiest vet med

Arriving at the office like every morning; with a patient waiting with their puppy on the chairs outside, a coffee in hand, and the phone vibrating in their purse. Starting the long work day with cold in the body. Although to be honest, in my case, there's never a need to make a dog wait while I walk through the office trembling and wrapped in at least three coats; nor to wait for the caffeine to take effect for such a task: I've always been sensitive to cold. My body is always cold, as if I've gotten used to living among the coldest nights at unimaginable temperatures; and a fiery temperament, easily angered and even more so when my character explodes when I'm in a bad mood. I've been a "bundle of dynamite" since birth.

Every morning I ride the subway in my eleven centimeter heels because, as you know, parking in the city center is impossible. Just like arriving on time for my first surgery of the day, because even though I wear this tight black skirt that impresses even seven-year-old girls with Hello Kitty backpacks who cross paths with me on their way to school; I can't make my way. Believe me, little ones, the idea of crowning yourself a princess by having a cat without a mouth in your underwear hasn't changed much since then; it's just that even if you can't see her because she's busy working with it, the cat isn't Hello Kitty; she has a mouth, and a woman's body, and if you're very lucky, she'll probably be named Dasy, like mine. Anyway, I busy myself with traversing the city to get to work and change scarves and tight blouses for a nice shirt I've embroidered myself with a little dog paw and a cat tail that goes up my side like a cat caressing me with its tail - although I prefer to think it's Charlie's tail. Because, like any good feline who loves to assume the role of being in charge, I'm a one-cat woman.

The clients are serious, and it's understandable if we consider that in recent weeks the office has been closed before it even finishes opening for lunchtime; because my owner and only beloved arrives with her guitar, her leather jacket, and a fortunate rescued kitty on her way to work. Oh, I love her so much! Sometimes it's just the little inner cat that Patrick carries inside that takes the opportunity to steal my good morning coffee and touch me like his guitar, sorry, play me like his guitar. And it's impossible for him to touch me without me screaming, and no matter how much he tries to shush me and I swear to myself that the moans aren't audible, it's a lost cause. The solution would have been to tape my mouth shut, but excessive silence only tormented the impatient waiting of my patients even more.

Our relationship has always been completely professional, never letting his work, on me, interfere with mine on my patients. That's why we had sexual schedules that the pets understood well, their animal instincts perfectly developed and evident, unlike their human owners. But that day everything seemed terrible to me, starting with the idea that I had to make my own coffee that morning because Patrick had a very important meeting, and the only noise in the office would be the barking of my patients. I had also already stained my skirt, all because of Isabel and her habit of calling me to ask about the hair dryer or some law book she had left misplaced on the table.

This time the office phone rang. And I managed to answer it while turning on the light in the office.

Good morning! You've reached the veterinarian office of Dasy…

"I know where I called, that's where my girlfriend works. How did you end up there?" - I blink, listening to him "Why does my girlfriend work there? I don't understand, boyfriends are supposed to wake you up in the morning with a good fuck when you don't wake up together" I think.

"Have you forgotten how you used to give me good mornings in past time? At least you used to start with some… very good ones without even needing to wish for it" - I reply, offended.

"Good morning, Bicho. I'm calling to let you know I won't be able to come today… I have a matter to attend to."

"But…"

"No buts, Bicho, I'm going to receive an important visitor at the music school. If everything goes well, I'll be able to buy the studio at the end of the month and they'll offer me my own school." I blinked quickly while listening to my beloved Patrick on the phone.

"That's wonderful, I wish you all the success in the world, my love, and I'll add the fuck to your list of debts."

"I love you, goodbye."

"Goodbye." I leave the office again. And the woman with closed eyes due to her heavy and droopy eyelids stands up and says her cat is hungry and should be the first. My incompetent assistant, Mia, who is always flirting with Dasy, hasn't arrived yet and I apologize, telling her she has to wait for my assistant to arrive.

After fifteen minutes, my former assistant finally arrives, as I plan on firing her at the end of the day. At least, of course, she can give me a valid excuse for her lateness other than having sex with her boyfriend before coming to work, as envy would overcome any mercy. I also mention that I went through a tough period in college and internships where punctuality always abandoned me. It was about time she came into my life, to deal with the tardiness of others. The young girl approaches me with her loose hair that annoys me so much when I've asked her to come with her hair tied up. Mia enters the office to put on her uniform.

Good morning, Mia. Take the two dogs going to the groomer. Age, weight, and history of this cat that we're going to spay - She nods and quickly goes out to attend to the clients. Sometimes more than an assistant, I think I need a secretary, but after Caroline's unbearable insistence on giving her cousin a job, I ended up hiring her.

Mia comes in with the cat in her arms and a smile that makes me feel like I'm watching a Disney movie. Seeing her smile and whisper lovingly to the cat that everything will be alright, it's impossible for me not to forgive her for being late. Damn it, me and my unbearable sexual orientation. But this brunette is truly beautiful. I instantly remember that she's always giving her flirty eyeson Patrick and put her to work.

"Well, that wasn't the day to wear that black skirt." I think as Mia prepares herself a coffee with the espresso machine, and I shave the belly of the Persian cat. "I hope he can finally have her own music school. He's worked so hard… but where would He open it? The centers in Barcelona are really crowded with musicians and artists.

Surely, I could ask María, my best friend, to take a look at the place and decorate it to her liking. If it's spacious enough, we could put some chic tables at the entrance… and some posters of Old School musicians… but it's all up to Dasy, of course."

I see Mía pouring herself a cup of coffee from Patrick's mug and furrow my brow without realizing it. She hides her huge owl-like eyes beneath her eyelashes and takes another sip from the cup. She looks so much like me when I was her age. Just turned nineteen with a desire to fall in love without having the slightest idea what I was talking about. I was a brunette at nineteen too. Mía will probably be blonde like me in a couple of years. Nevertheless, it was the best age to start experimenting, as long as you didn't accumulate an unbearable number of positions to practice, something I can testify with my twenty-six years, I still have room for improvement. And that's undoubtedly Patrick's fault, her ridiculous satisfaction with multiple orgasms, as if that's the pinnacle of everything. A whole Kama Sutra that I still need to learn, and Dasy never has time. I sigh. I ask Mía to play some music before opening up the cat. The gentle guitar of Daughter fills the room as I make the incision.

"Perfect! We've got one here," I mutter, carefully moving my fingers to remove the left ovary of the cat. I pull a little harder and "Bingo! We've got them," I add, stitching an internal point a couple of millimeters away from where I'm going to cut.

"Mía," I whisper with the joy of finishing a successful surgery. "Please, call the Minamo restaurant and make a reservation for two tonight, at the earliest time they have available. Make it under Patrick's name, and make sure they spell her last name correctly."

"Right away, Miss Dasy," she nods, placing the coffee cup on the surgery table. I see her pastel pink lipstick marked on Dasy's cup and furrow my brow.

"Are you celebrating something?" she asks with a curious voice. Her eyes widen as if she desires to know all my secrets. Mía has a knack for making people spill their secrets. She knows the hotel and the exact time when her cousin Caroline lost her virginity, and she's also obsessed with astrology. She knows the zodiac sign of every animal that comes to the clinic.

"Not sure, I think he has good news to give me," I explain with a cutting tone. Mía nods. I look at her intently and smile. "Mía, then call Patric and tell him you made the reservation and give her the time. Please," I ask, starting to stitch the external points into a neat suture secure enough to prevent jumps and races.

"There, this little one is ready," I say, removing my gloves and elegantly walking to throw them in the trash. Mía takes the cat and brings her to the recovery room until she wakes up from anesthesia. After receiving a thousand calls and attending to countless dogs, I found myself at home braiding my hair in the late afternoon. Ready in my marvelous electric blue dress for that mysterious conversation with Patrick. I was nervous, as I always was when I was about to see him.

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