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lose
money and prestige.  

 
                When
the previous Dean was ousted, Bruce thought he was a shoe-in. During his tenure
as the Rehabilitation Medicine Residency Director, he raised their national
rank from number thirty-three in the country to number four.   The faculty council recognized Bruce’s
success by recently appointing him the Director of the Internal Medicine
program, a more visible and potentially prestigious position.   He was sure he was the Medical Complex’s
rock star.
     
                But
then along came Cole Armstrong.   Even Crystal couldn’t blame the hiring committee for selecting
Cole.   He had a charisma that
everyone responded to.   Men wanted
to be his friend, and women wanted...well, they wanted what was under his white
coat.   Crystal saw the hot looks the
female faculty tried to hide.   Their
nervous giggles and schoolgirl pie eyes.   Even Dr. Evelyn Feldstein, fifty years old and a grizzled veteran of
Emergency Medicine, blushed and stuttered after shaking his hand.

 
                Crystal
rolled her eyes at the memory.   Most
women were so stupid when it came to men.   Men were only good for one thing: using them to get ahead in life.  

 
                Bruce
had been making passes at her for years.   Crystal ignored them and played professional.   If there was no career advantage,
Crystal wasn’t interested.   But she
knew all those glances down her shirt and questions about her weekends were
because Bruce wanted her.   He wanted
her bad.   He couldn't take his eyes
off her legs when they were in the monthly Faculty Council meetings.   Sometimes Crystal would cross and
uncross her legs just because she knew he was watching and because she could.

 
                She’d
never seriously considered starting something up with Bruce.   She enjoyed the game of toying with him
too much.   But the minute she knew
Cole Armstrong was taking the Dean position, she knew seducing Bruce was the
easiest way to make sure he was on her side.   They would take him down together.

 
                The
previous evening, after regular work hours, Crystal walked down the long
corridor to his office.   She knew
Bruce would be working late, he always did.   She tapped on his door and walked
in.   Dr. Mapleton was at his desk
going over patient files.   The
lights were dimmed and the screen of his computer illuminated his lustrous
chestnut colored mustache.   He
looked up in surprise.   “Crystal, to
what do I owe this pleasure?”   His
eyes immediately went from her face to up and down her body.   They rested on her chest.

 
                “Bruce,”
she began, “You know how you always try to look down my shirts?”
               
    Bruce started to stammer a denial.

 
                “Well,
tonight, I want to show you what’s under here.” Crystal started slowly
unbuttoning her blouse.   Bruce gaped
in surprise.   She finished
unbuttoning and worked the sleeves down her arms.   Crystal’s shirt dropped to the floor,
leaving her bare.

 
                “You
have a tit tat.” Bruce’s voice was a husky whisper.   “It’s so sexy.   You are full of surprises, baby”.

 
                Crystal
had revealed one of her secrets.   Along the side of her left breast and reaching upwards and around her
shoulder was an elaborate tattoo of a thorn bush.   Some of the thorns had bright red blood
dripping off.  

 
                Bruce
couldn’t contain himself after finally seeing Crystal’s flesh and the surprise
of her erotic tattoo.   He leapt up
from his desk and ran to shut and lock his door.   Bruce walked back to Crystal and pressed
his body next to hers, grinding his hard-on onto her lower thigh.   She was about four inches taller than
Bruce, but she didn’t mind.   She
liked being the one with the upper hand, at work